"Master, the Elder Wand was taken by Gellert Grindelwald, not in Grigovich's hands..."These trembling subordinates almost fell to their knees after speaking, waiting for the Dark Lord to fall, but Voldemort did not speak, one of the more daring ones quietly raised his eyes to peep at Voldemort and immediately lowered his head as if he was electrocuted, his voice trembled and did not dare to delay and continued: "Grindelwald is being imprisoned in Newmengard... But he shouldn't have a wand in his hand..."

Piercing gazes swept over the trembling Death Eaters, Voldemort asked aloud at the other end of the table, and Vicna's eyes flipped aside, "How's it going, Yaxley?

Lucius Malfoy's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on Yaxley, who had his chest puffed up, his cold, pale gray eyes drooping without any emotional fluctuations.

"Master, I must find out the situation. Yaxley said, glancing at Lucius as well, as if determined to get some reward to increase his standing in front of the Dark Lord, "We are confident in this regard, Nyumengard is not necessarily more terrifying than Azkaban." ”

The Death Eaters were afraid to bow their heads and wait for Voldemort's orders.

"Besides, wealth shouldn't be left in the dust of a warehouse..."Voldemort turned his gaze to the slowly rotating crystal chandelier overhead, "Lucius, Bella, give me a plan tomorrow." ”

Lucius hurriedly responded: "Yes, master... I will..."

"What can you all think of what you can do for your master?" Bellatrix scolded, as the mother of the Dark Lord's daughter, she had the capital to order those Dark Wizards to serve her.

For a moment, no one spoke, no one dared to move, only the crystal chandelier on the ceiling still rotated tirelessly, and there seemed to be some rain outside the window, but the Dark Lord did not react to Bella's question, which gave the Death Eaters the courage to speak.

"Those centaurs are nothing, but apart from those dangerous undead, Harris has domesticated quite a few giants as an armed force... There's also a new dragon farm in the Floating City, and that Lunn Harris can transform into a poisonous leopard..."Rabastan Lestrange pleaded in a gruff voice, "Bella, we need more magical creatures, and more Yin Corpses as cannon fodder to hinder them... We need to re-establish a real base. ”

"Floating City, those magic ships, and fire dragons..."Since her brother Amycus Kahlo died in the Burrow and was made into a blood eagle, Alector Kahlo has become much haggard and gloomy, hatred has accumulated into obsession and tyranny, gnawing at her heart all the time, "If they turn on the anti-illusion, if we want to attack, we need flying vehicles to send us up, broomsticks, flying cars, flying carpets, whatever it is." ”

"Master, instead of letting these wastes remain here silent and delay more things, we really should get them all moving. Lucius looked down in question, his long platinum hair hanging down behind him, the light of the chandelier shining in his hair, "We need more money..."

"I remember... It seems that it was France who first announced Harris's asylum?" Voldemort's long, pale fingers swung in the air and he stood up and walked back.

"Master, I'm going to watch these idiots lest they mess up again. Bellatrix licked her thin lips, and seeing that Voldemort didn't object to her, she actually wanted to relax the killing, and jumped up and down with Rabastan and a few Death Eaters who knew each other and went out.

Figures vanished into the void, Voldemort's leather boots clanged in the marble-encrusted room, Nagini crawled beside him, and in the manor, which had begun to be silent again, the baby girl in the previous room heard the noise, and the cry was heard again, accompanied by some low, trembling and leisurely screams.

Voldemort's magical robes rolled, and he turned around as he walked past the baby's room, the sound getting louder the closer he got.

Walking into the room, feeling the magic of irritability coming from the direction of the crib, Voldemort's pale face looked at the baby girl, who had already levitated above the crib, and she kept kicking her little fat legs, and grabbed the edge of the crib so that she did not float away.

A mournful-looking, skinny blackbird, with a greenish sheen and a bit like a malnourished vulture, flew in and landed on a bedbell directly above the crib.

"Showing talent at such a young age...."Voldemort raised his hairless skin, which was originally the place of the eyebrows, "from my talent... It's trying to catch that... Birds?"

Voldemort recognized the bird, which had been frightened by the dangerous aura of his body.

This magical animal is native to Great Britain and Ireland, but can sometimes be found in some parts of Europe, and is supposed to be particularly shy, nesting among thorns, eating large insects and fairies, only coming out to fly when it rains, and usually hiding in its pear-shaped nest.

The sorcerers avoided the birds' nests because they were afraid of hearing the heartbreaking sound, and it is believed that many of the sorcerers who passed through the bushes and heard the cries of the birds, although they did not see it, were also guilty of heart attacks, however, through the study of the patients, it was finally revealed that the birds only cried when the heavy rain came. Since then, the bird has become a smash hit as a home weather forecaster, but many people have since discovered that its almost non-stop crying in winter is unbearable. The bird's feathers should not be used as quills because they repel ink, and to this day, like the raven, this ugly bird, also known as the Irish phoenix, is regarded as an ominous symbol by many superstitious wizards, believing that its appearance often brings some misfortune and suffering to the wizard who hears its call.

"Oh, it looks like Delphi is running out of his hand. Voldemort refocused his gaze on the baby, and at this point, Delphi's already weak grip was almost unable to hold on, and the whole person shrugged towards the ceiling.

The serpent Nagini bounced up, straightened up and jumped towards the crib, directly circling himself into a ball, trying to catch the baby with himself as a meat pad.

Later, Voldemort's daughter, Delphi, flew into the sky under the influence of the Magical Riot, and she cried louder in fright, her little hands scratching wildly in the air, and her whole body began to bump and bump in the air like a bouncy ball - but so far she was not hurt, because the invisible force bounced her back before her body actually touched the surface of other objects.

Nagini seemed to be frantically frustrated, spitting snake letters, trying to reorient herself and trying to hold her in her teeth as she bounced down, but all failed.

It went on for a while, as if an invisible hand held the little baby and lifted it back to the crib, and the rails of the crib were transformed into a prison, trapping Delphi completely in the crib, and the little bird was trapped in it by the bedbell at its feet.

Nagini poked her head out and straightened her body higher and higher, and when she saw the baby girl lying back in her crib unharmed, she turned her snake face to Voldemort and looked at his arm that had not yet been lowered.

"What?" Voldemort asked without emotion, and then turned to walk out of the nursery, but just as Nagini followed out of the room with a very human deflated mouth, a burst of flame light appeared out of thin air and illuminated the faces of Voldemort and the serpent.