Lord Voldemort pulled out his magic wand and pointed it at the scarred wizard with short brown curly hair who was hanging upside down above the long table. He made the wizard's body spin slightly in the air. "Some of you may not know him, but we are honored to have invited a guest tonight … Of course, for him, his luck is not good …"
All the Death Eaters had malicious smiles on their faces. She looked up at the pitiful wizard. It was as if they had been approved to show their curiosity.
"Originally, we decided to capture Miss Kerry Bubbaji, the professor of Muggle Studies in Hogwarts. She had previously published an article saying that those dirty things are no different from us … She wanted to use her way … to make us marry Muggle …" Lord Voldemort looked around at the Death Eaters around him. Suddenly, there was a burst of mocking laughter at the long table. Bellatrix's laughter was particularly crazy and sharp.
Lord Voldemort waved his hand to stop his men from echoing. His eyes finally fixed on the few people in the middle of the long table on his right. "But the Carlo siblings told me that Miss Bubbaji seemed to have a hunch about our operation and applied for additional guards from the Ministry of Magic … They thought that they couldn't catch her … So they thought they were infallible and captured the unlucky editor of Witch Weekly who published the article …"
The people around the long table looked at Lord Voldemort with trepidation, especially Pency's father, Parkinson, who began to tremble slightly. The temperature in the stone hall was just right, but beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. After glancing at the wizard hanging in the air, he shuddered.
"I happen to have a tricky problem to solve in the operation later," Lord Voldemort stood up from his particularly gorgeous chair and looked at the nervous faces of his followers. He pulled out his magic wand and continued, "My magic wand has the same core as Potter's. They are taken from the tail feathers of the same phoenix … To some extent, they are a pair of twin magic wands … We can hurt each other, but we can't kill each other … If I want to kill him, I have to use another magic wand."
Lord Voldemort put his magic wand on the long table, walked past every stiff Death Eater and stood behind the Carlo siblings. He pressed his fingers on their chairs. The siblings did not dare to move and sat stiffly in their seats. The surrounding Death Eaters cautiously exchanged gloating glances. Yaxley could not plead for mercy as he himself was still sitting on the ground and did not dare to get up.
"I think that in this operation, some people no longer have a reason to hold a magic wand." Lord Voldemort's voice was soft, but it knocked heavily on the hearts of the siblings. Unexpectedly, they saw the Dark Lord reach out his hand and directly take away the magic wand from Parkinson's waist. "Laurel wood? Parkinson, what's the core of a magic wand? "
Carlo and his sister held their breath and suddenly looked up at Parkinson.
"Master … I …" Parkinson was so nervous that his tongue could not move. The people in charge of this operation were Carlo and his sister, but his master wanted to punish him.
"I noticed that you did not complete the task that you were supposed to complete. Instead, you participated in this operation to capture an insignificant wizard. Do you think that this will make you look less lazy?" Voldemort looked at Parkinson mockingly. "The power of a laurel wand is supposed to be very strong, to the point of being fatal. But the laurel wand can't tolerate a lazy master. If the master is lazy, it would rather be taken away by others. In theory, it will automatically launch a lightning attack when other wizards try to steal it. But it didn't do that to me. Why do you think that's the case? Parkinson? "
Parkinson looked up. His eyes were sunken. He did not dare to make too much noise and could only reply in a trembling voice, "Because I'm lazy. Master …" After that, he did not dare to look at Lord Voldemort and did not expect the Dark Lord to give him his magic wand. Parkinson lowered his head and only looked at the magic wand that was wrapped around him.
"Next time, it won't be your magic wand that I'm going to take away, Parkinson." Voldemort even had a slight smile on his face as he finished speaking. Then, his expression suddenly turned cold. He pointed the magic wand he had just obtained at the Magus who was hovering in mid-air. His bright red eyes stared gloomily into Snape's black eyes. "Severus, before we take action, please keep our guest quiet."
Snape did not hesitate. He coldly pulled out his magic wand and raised his hand to cast Shadowless Blade.
In an instant, the male sorcerer's throat was slit. Blood spurted out from the slit in his throat and splattered on the long table in front of him. The unlucky male editor's eyes suddenly widened. He struggled powerlessly for a long time as blood gushed into his throat. Finally, his eyes lost focus and he lost his life. With a dull thud, the dead male sorcerer fell onto the table, causing it to tremble and creak. The spilled blood made the watermelons look even redder.
"Let's eat, Nagini." Lord Voldemort said softly. The giant snake coiled around Lord Voldemort's chair let its head leave the chair's armrest and slowly crawled to the smooth wooden table. "Bella, Nagini will also stay. You will be in charge of protecting it."
"Yes! Master! " Bella replied happily, thinking that she had been entrusted with an important task. She then glanced at the giant snake that was devouring its food, and her eyes revealed a hint of jealousy.
Several Death Eaters shrank back into their chairs in shock, and many of those who could only stand shrank back.
"Rabasta, this time you will lead the two good-for-nothings, Alecto and Amicus. They have already proven their incompetence … You still make me feel at ease. Go and choose some more people. Then you will spread out to the British Muggle Society and wait for orders. When you receive my orders, immediately start setting fire. This time, I want each of you to not run away immediately after setting fire. Instead, continue setting fire at the next place and attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic for our operation here!" The magic torches on the wall emitted a strange light in his red eyes. Lord Voldemort's mouth opened and closed, and he coldly continued to make arrangements. "The rest of you, follow me. Follow me to find Harry Potter …"
Under Lord Voldemort's command, the Death Eaters stood up from their chairs like rolling black bats. The shrill sound of the chairs moving across the floor rang in the stone hall. The Carlo siblings loudly called out to the wizards who were going to catch the wizard with them.
"As for Severus and Lucius … Fortunately, I allow you to wear masks this time. After that, I will need you to operate openly in the Order of the Phoenix and the United Kingdom." After that, Lord Voldemort no longer paid any attention to them. Instead, he turned his head and began to whisper a few words in Nagini's ear. Then, he pointed his finger at Bellatrix and asked her to listen to his commands for the time being.
After bidding farewell to his wife, Narcissa, Lucius glanced at Parkinson who was standing by the side helplessly and lost his wand. He stopped in his tracks and said to Parkinson sarcastically, "Trash, what are you waiting for? Go buy yourself a new wand and quickly go find out what you need to find out!"
Hearing that, Parkinson raised his head and secretly glanced at the Dark Lord. When he saw that his master did not object, he quickly nodded gratefully at Lucius and followed Carlo and Narcissa out of the stone room.
After the two teams of the Dark Lord left the secret base in a hurry, and after Bellatrix and Narcissa left, the remaining Dark Wizards who stayed behind to guard the base dared to leave the stone hall and return to their respective posts. The cucumber wizard was the last to leave. He disliked the remaining clothes of the male editor and cleaned up the dark blood on the long table. After that, he cleaned up the stains on the surface of the bloodstained watermelons and walked towards the long corridor that led to the door.
The ponytailed adept walked out of the entrance of the underground base and noticed that the sun was setting in the west. The sun was no longer visible in the forest, and only some red clouds could be seen on the horizon. The watermelon grower hummed a strange tune as he leisurely strolled through his watermelon field. He used his finger to lightly flick the belly of a watermelon before plucking the ripe melons and placing them in a cart. He was going to wait for the operation team to return and quench his thirst.
After doing all that, he picked a medium-sized watermelon and sat by the ridge of the field. Just as the ponytailed wizard raised his wand and was about to cut the small watermelon, he stared blankly at a wizard in a strange but somewhat familiar black robe. Then, he realized that the pupils in the decorative orbs on the wizard's body that looked like evil eyes were all staring at him.
The ponytailed wizard swore that he did not notice the wizard's existence at all when he was picking the watermelons, but he had a feeling that he was the one who was late.
The wizard whose face was covered by the shadow of the hood was very dangerous, and it made a bad impression on the cucumber wizard, reminding him of his master. Then, the cucumber wizard noticed that the wizard was using the soles of his feet to draw some lines in his watermelon field. The wizard's whole body was emitting cold air, and he looked cold and gloomy. At first glance, he knew that the wizard was not a kind wizard.
A gentle man's voice came from the hood. "Is this watermelon ripe?"
P.S.: Sirius Blake, the dark side hidden in the depths of his personality, just like his surname! Follow the VX public account "Tong Tang" and reply with the keyword "Sirius" to see!
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