"Master, you can do anything, so let's be invited to a duel with him! Bellatrix Blake Lestrange said tentatively in her infantile falsetto.

"I believe he's a ghost!This bad boy is bad! Harris is a pure-blood scum! Do you think they're going to be one-on-one with me?!" Voldemort turned sharply and glared at the female Death Eater, causing her to shudder and shrink back. Voldemort, who had suffered a big loss, didn't think that Harris would have any more fair duels with him, and this deliberate attempt to provoke him may have been a deliberate attempt to lure him out - which also made him temporarily extinguish the idea of going to the TV station to trouble.

Then Voldemort looked around at the hooded faces around him, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a small rustle among them.

"You believe that there is a greater power than me that can defeat Voldemort, have you now pledged allegiance to others...... Maybe it's the arrogant boy on TV, or the protector of the mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore...... "He walked slowly past each of the Death Eaters, and the footsteps brought a strong sense of oppression to them, and he stopped in front of a tall Death Eater, "There are even betrayers among us, who are cowardly and incompetent, and this disappoints me...... I admit I was disappointed......"

The chunky man in front of him, with this short pot-bottom hairstyle and long gorilla-like arms, suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe - this was old Crabbe, Draco's father with Vincent Crabbe.

"Master," he cried out in a sullen voice, "Master forgive me, forgive me, I dare no more......"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand: "Crabbe, you dare to run away before I give the order to retreat!"

Crabbe's fat writhing in pain as he fell to the ground, and he could only let out a silent scream now.

"Master, for the sake of Crabbe at least knowing that he is back, can you forgive him this time?" Lucius Malfoy struggled for a long time, but finally stood up with a pale face and pleaded with Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand and turned to look at Lucius Malfoy, the tortured Crabbe lying flat on the ground, panting for breath.

Bellatrix's shrill laughter rang out, "Lucius, I can't see that you love Crabbe so much!"

"Get up, Crabbe. Voldemort whispered, "Lucius, of course you can ask me to forgive him—but speaking of him he is also your vassal, and then you need to pay his debts before I can forgive him." ”

Hearing this, Bellatrix looked up, looked at her master, and nodded excitedly, her wand pulled a trick in her hand, her leather boots clattered on the floor, and she used the prosthetic hand of the replica of Vikna's hand to pick up Crabbe, who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, the tip of the wand slid over his cheek, Crabbe trembled and tried to struggle away, but under the control of Bellatrix, he used the prosthetic hand to suck the remaining strength, and his whole body was loosened again. "Fat baby, the master promised to forgive you, I didn't, don't worry Lucius, he still needs some use in this situation, I won't kill him. ”

Lucius Malfoy watched as Bellatrix carried Crabbe out of the room, and soon Crabbe's screams were heard in the room.

Voldemort walked into Lucius and said in a low voice, "Lucius, your son Draco Malfoy is currently studying at Hogwarts, and I heard that he has a good relationship with Alan Harris, and it seems that he has entered the other party's cram school and has been taught Animagus Transfiguration. Bring Draco to our house and let him come to me, and I'll give him a mission that will bring him glory - let him assassinate Alan Harris. ”

Lucius's face instantly became bloodless, and he fell to his knees and begged Voldemort's forgiveness for standing up for the trouble he had caused for his beloved son.

"Lucius, my cunning friend. Voldemort whispered, "How do you convince me that you're still loyal to me, Lucius?, you've never looked for me, and your actions in the World Cup are interesting, wouldn't it be better if you spent your energy looking for and helping me?"

Consumed by fear and frustration, Lucius just knelt on the ground and said something incomprehensible, he had already made up his mind that he would never let his son come even if he sacrificed himself, and could only hope that the Harris family would really keep their promise to protect Draco and Narcissa.

Voldemort Voldemort fixed on Lucius with his empty red eyes, and said lazily, "Lucius, you are hesitating, you have disappointed me, I want you to serve me more loyally, and let Draco Malfoy kill him—or kill Albus Dumbledore." ”

"Master, I have a suggestion, that little cowardly son of Lucius is not suitable for any assassination mission, I heard that at the Wizarding Tournament earlier, that Alan Harris teased Montrose, the master of the Psychic Spirit. I've seen this nephew of Bella, he doesn't look like a genius who can learn any kind of brain glumlency at this age, and if he were to assassinate Dumbledore or Harris, he would be exposed in the face of the other party. Rudolphus Lestrange held his bandaged severed hand, seemed to scoff at his wife's nephew's abilities, and then added as if he had some kind of idea, "Let Lucius get information about Draco without his knowledge, and use him as our Hogwarts line to find out about Harris and Dumbledore." Master, didn't that Parkinson's kid also run away and still hasn't come back yet, as punishment, when we catch him, let his little girl named Pansy complete the assassination mission. ”

Rudolphus finished speaking, and there was silence in the room. Voldemort didn't say anything, and his silence made the atmosphere in the room freeze even more.

Voldemort's face was expressionless, his empty red eyes could not show any emotion, he actually felt that the other party had a point, if he could leave Draco Malfoy as an internal agent, and could reveal Alan Harris and their actions to himself at any time, then his side could grasp the opportunity, and even at some moments this may be the key to victory. Let Draco Malfoy assassinate Alan? Harris and Dumbledore were just catharsis themselves - Dumbledore might not do much to the assassin as a student because of his so-called theory of love, but Harris was clearly not a good person. As a descendant of the Death Eaters, it may be more beneficial for him to be able to gain the trust of the Harris family, and such a character is currently Draco Malfoy.

Voldemort swept his gaze over his severed hand, narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and then explained to the rest of his men, "Go and get Parkinson back for me." ”

Half an hour later, unlike the dark hall just now, in a spacious living room, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and many more portraits of medieval wizards hanging on the dark blue walls, two figures sitting on chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace.

"Thanks, Rudolphs. A lazy voice rang out, but the long tone was not full of sarcasm as usual, but rather sincere, "You saved Draco's life......"

"Who made you my team? The Parkinson's family is not a bad boy for your family, and the master will think about his own interests. Rudolphus sat in his chair, his expression low and gloomy, and he shook the severed hand that had just been swept away by Voldemort, "I'm useless. ”

"Draco wouldn't have escaped that mission without your reminder. Lucius looked at Rudolphus's severed hand, hesitated and said, "Let's wait for the master to intercede when he is in a better mood, and let him make you a prosthetic hand like Bella's." ”

Rudolphus waved his hand again and again, only to realize that there was no palm on the arm he was using, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "If the master really wants to, he will do it for me himself...... Stop getting in trouble, Lucius. Go get me some nuts and come watch a Quidditch video with me - there's a game between the Ballicas Bats and the Montrose Magpies this morning, and I've heard that the Montrose Magpies have a recent Hogwarts graduate who has learned the Wollangon "Flight" that can be used when the starfish is upside down, so let's open our eyes. ”

"You never learned it when you were playing in school, and you can't use it now. Lucius habitually sarcastically mocked his captain, but realizing that it was a bit excessive, shook his head to make his voice softer: "I'm going to get some butterbeer, we used to drink it as real wine when we were in Hogsmeade......"

Rudolphus used his wand to control the TV in the living room, accompanied by the majestic music, the yellow font with the oblique top-down angle in it was moving from bottom to top on the black cosmic background, Rudolphs's thick black brows were tightly wrung tightly: "Time is still in a hurry, there was a notice that the Quidditch video is going to be delayed, what Muggle fake fiction movie is going to be play......ed?" What the hell is Star Wars? What the hell is Harris TV doing, burning them sooner or later......"