"Dead? But we can see it."

The Death Eater was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly reacted, "Could it be that Fudge is fake?" ”

"Fake? How is this possible? ”

"Why are you pretending to be Fudge? What's so good about pretending to be a trash? ”

“.”

The Death Eaters began arguing, and for a long time they couldn't come up with an explanation, so Voldemort interrupted them.

"No, if it's Dumbledore's arrangement, that's very likely."

"Purpose. To take control of the Ministry of Magic, of course. ”

Voldemort had a relieved look on his face, if that Fudge was fake, it would make sense, he had always wondered what was wrong, and he always felt that he had forgotten something. Fudge was killed by himself. If Dumbledore was secretly manipulating all of this, it would have made much more sense.

Most of the doubts in my heart have dissipated.

It's Dumbledore's style, yes.

In this way, it seems that 'Fudge' must be an old friend of Dumbledore, and he must be nearly 100 years old. I heard that he also has a younger brother, but I don't know if this Fudge is him.

It didn't matter who it was, the only one who was most worried was Dumbledore, and the others couldn't beat him.

"Ministry of Magic !!"

Hearing Voldemort's conclusions, the Death Eaters were even more shocked.

Is this really what they thought Dumbledore would do?

Doesn't it mean that he is not greedy for power?

Seeing the expressions of the Death Eaters, Voldemort knew what they were thinking, and snorted coldly: "Who do you think Dumbledore is?" The rumored easy-tempered white-bearded old man? ”

"Or a crazy bad old man? Just say some crazy things? ”

"Think about the titles he has on him, you think it's just because he's virtuous and respectable? Wizards older than him, the wizarding world has not a thousand but eight hundred, and guess why they are inferior to Dumbledore? ”

"No one knows him better than I do, he's Dumbledore. When it comes to killing, maybe you can add up to a fraction of him, and in terms of black magic, there is no one like him. ”

In terms of killing, Voldemort didn't know if Dumbledore did it, but in the dark arts he was sure that Dumbledore was definitely not weaker than himself.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Voldemort grinned and let out an ugly laugh, "But that's good news, at least I know what he's going to do." ”

"We'll get out of here tomorrow."

Dolokhov hurriedly asked: "Master, where are we going?" The other members' estates are not as good as here, and the best Malfoy manor has been seized by the Aurors."

He is currently in charge of the work that Lucius was originally responsible for, so he naturally needs to ask clearly.

"Stupid Dolokhov, the master is talking about leaving here, this land." Bella scoffed.

Seeing that Voldemort did not refute, Dolohov hurriedly said, "You mean"

Voldemort nodded and said, "Get out of England. Hibernate to grow our ranks. Waiting for the best time. ”

His goal is to rule the entire wizarding world, and there is no need to fight them in England and Dumbledore.

If they want to take control of the Ministry of Magic in England, they just have to give it up to them, they just need to wait quietly for Dumbledore to die from the curse in a year, and then it will be the horn of the attack.

"Where should we go?"

This is an important question for Death Eaters, and they can't be like a vagabond.

And the destination can't be chosen at random, running around. Nor were they Death Eaters roadside dingoes.

Another one is to build a base camp.

Voldemort did not answer, but looked at little Barty: "My child. What do you think? ”

Little Barty thought for a moment and then replied, "Transylvania, which is the birthplace of vampires, and many dark creatures like to inhabit it. ”

"I think we should go there."

Transylvania is a region of Romania, a region with a high degree of autonomy, where a large number of vampires live, and even as one of the attractions of the 'horror tour', a very popular holiday project has been developed - a day trip to a vampire castle.

There is a Ministry of Magic, but its Ministry of Magic is not as strong as the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

The powerful Ministry of Magic is making too much noise, and a small place like this is the easiest to control.

It's just right for the Death Eaters right now.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and said to the other Death Eaters, "Let's go to Transylvania." ”

Then he instructed the others, "Remember to inform Lucius that I don't want my servant to come back and not find us."

With the big leader to speak, the subordinates quickly organized and disappeared into the temporary manor early the next morning.

Soon, somewhere in a castle in Transylvania, a group of black-robed wizards suddenly settled in.

With the fermentation of the Harry Potter movie, the content of the movie is also circulating among wizards, and while people have a deeper impression of Voldemort, they are much less afraid of him.

Somewhere in Germany, Karkaroff, who had been hiding since Voldemort showed his head, paced back and forth in the room.

"I trust you so much, you deceived me! That man wasn't a power-stealing thief at all, he was the real Dark Lord. ”

Voldemort appeared one after another, and Karkaroff almost reacted no matter how slow he was.

Don't mistake the person you fear the most.

"Oh my God, what the hell did I do?! I betrayed him! And led many people to betray him! I'm going to die, I'm going to be killed by him! ”

Karkaroff's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, as if he saw himself die under the curse in the next second.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his body trembled like chaff.

"It's all your fault!"

Karkaroff glared at the young man in front of him who was sitting on a chair drinking coffee.

"I don't really like the taste of Italian pure bitterness, and I don't like the taste of Americano shabu-shabu water, but it's better to add some milk."

Dudley faintly commented on the taste of the coffee in the cup, allowing Karkaroff to grumble there.

"You're still talking cool here, me."

Dudley stood up and pressed closer to Karkaroff, feeling the terrifying momentum of the other man, Karkaroff's voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally stopped speaking.

"Have you calmed down now? Professor Karkaroff. ”

Dudley said.

Karkaroff's vaunted curse spell couldn't even make Dudley sneeze.

The huge gap between the two is even greater than that between humans and pigs.

Seeing that Karkaroff was bored and did not speak, Dudley sat back down, and he tapped his knuckles on the table for a while before he spoke slowly.

"Professor Karkarov, do you think it matters what the truth is?"

(End of chapter)