Lord Voldemort saw the headlines on the front page of the magic newspaper: "Babajid Aginbad Apologizes to the British Ministry of Magic", "To Protect or Destroy, the Final Verdict", "The Mysterious Man, No, Please Call Him Lord Voldemort" …
The newspaper photos showed the corresponding pictures in detail. The most striking picture was a picture of Babajid Aginbad bowing and apologizing to Owen Harris, the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic. In the picture, he lowered his head and looked very dejected … The newspapers flew like snowflakes and fell to the ground in a daze. Lord Voldemort's pale and distorted face appeared behind the snowflakes.
"'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone', what is that? What is this thing? " Lord Voldemort said softly, glancing at the group of Death Eaters in the room with his scarlet, cold eyes. "The recent increase in people who dare to say my name has something to do with it?"
The room was silent. In this temporarily built cave, most of the Death Eaters were far away from civilization, and because they followed Voldemort to plunder and loot everywhere, and as a temporary stronghold, they naturally did not install a wizard TV, so they were not up to date with the news.
One or two wizards could not help but shudder. No one dared to look into Lord Voldemort's eyes. Some lowered their heads, afraid that Lord Voldemort would look at them. More of them looked at Lucius Malfoy who brought the news from Britain.
Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised his trembling hand to wipe off the sweat on his pale forehead. He bent his body and carefully approached Lord Voldemort. His low voice was a little tense, "Master, 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone' is a fantasy book released in the Muggle World by the despicable Allen Harris so that everyone can … can call out Master's … name."
After the others learned that the harassment 'phone calls' they received in recent days were getting more and more serious, and that it was Harris's doing, they did not even dare to breathe loudly, fearing that their master would use them to vent his anger.
The edges of the newspapers scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by the flames. Because of the high temperature, they curled up and emitted a slight whine. In the blink of an eye, they turned into ashes. Wisps of smoke rose from the newspapers and quickly drifted away in the air. Only the remaining ashes fell to the ground.
After the mysterious man finished burning, to the surprise of the Death Eaters, he did not seem to be enraged. He just frowned and asked, "What about the apology from the International Union of Wizards and Wizards?"
"Because the book described the World of Magic in detail, so …" Lucius said and told The Dark Lord about what he had found out about the meeting held by the Union.
"He's really too cunning. He actually came up with such a sinister method."
"Harris is really arrogant. In order to achieve his goal, he is willing to pay any price."
"How dare you let those filthy, lowly mudbloods taint the name of our master! Damn you, Harris!"
…
The Death Eaters cursed angrily, one louder than the other, as if this could show their loyalty. Bellatrix's angry screams and curses were particularly prominent among them.
"Don't you have any pride as a pure-blood family? My servants, don't be impatient. Wait until I'm ready this time … "Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a strange and cold smile." No … That's not right. That kid Harris would not be willing to offend so many countries just because of such a small matter as putting a curse on his name and let the other magical world feel that the United Kingdom is so threatening … He must have some other purpose … "The moment he finished speaking with a smile, Voldemort recalled the humiliation that the other party had brought to him and the statement he made during the duel. Thinking that he had finally snapped back to reality, his expression became twisted and furious." A dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon … Hmph … My servants! "
Realizing the reason why the other party released him who was trapped in the crystal ball, Lord Voldemort's gaze became more humiliated and angry. He slowly pinched the fingers of his undamaged pale hand together one by one. He pulled out his magic wand and pointed it at himself, dispelling the curse he had on the name "Lord Voldemort."
After doing all this, Lord Voldemort realized that he had been acting according to the 'arrangement' that Harris had planned for him. After this duel, Lord Voldemort realized that he was temporarily no longer a match for his opponent. His expression began to change and he was forced to use the remaining rationality of his youth in his chaotic mind to think of countermeasures.
Seeing Lord Voldemort's actions, the voices of the wizards in the cave gradually lowered until they were silent.
The cave was silent for a while, and only the crackling sound of the magic torches on the wall could be heard. Until the sound of hurried footsteps came from the cave again, the Death Eaters looked at the entrance of the cave as if they had been relieved of a burden.
Old Parkinson's footsteps hurried in from the door. Feeling the unusual atmosphere, his walking posture was stiff. But thinking of the news he brought, he mustered up the courage to continue walking forward, but his body looked a little hunched.
"Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Lord Voldemort's voice was cold and slow. His ferocious gaze fell on Parkinson as if he was venting.
"Master, this … this …" As if being burned by his gaze, Parkinson couldn't help but shiver. He quickly glanced at Lucius and walked stiffly to Lord Voldemort. He lowered his head respectfully and finally found his tongue. "Master, I have good news. I found some information about the Eye of Victor …"
The faces of the people around were full of shock. The Death Eaters were restless. The mysterious person was also a little surprised that the mission that he didn't have much hope in was discovered by this useless person in front of him.
"Master, the trace of the Eye of Victor is related to the Monte family in Bulgaria." Under the illumination of the fire, Parkinson's skin appeared even darker than before. However, his deep-set bloodshot eyes were filled with panic. His voice was hoarse and rough. "In the Middle Ages, the founder of Demstrand, the first headmaster, the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova... After her death, the ancestor of the Monte Family, Harfang Monte, took over. He soon became the second headmaster of the school."
"Idiot, what's the point?" Bella shouted with a sharp voice, "Are you going to give us a history of magic lesson?!"
"Ah! I'm sorry! " Parkinson shivered, and then quickly recited, "I found out that the Eye of Vikna appeared in this period of history, and Harfang Monte dedicated it to Nelida Vokanova, the founder of Durmstrang, who died mysteriously within a year! In the history of the Monte family, there have always been witches who were known as geniuses but died young unexpectedly … This is too abnormal … Master, all these together, it can't be a coincidence. I'm sure that even if the Monte family doesn't have the Eye of Victor, they must have news about it. "
"The Monte family …" Lord Voldemort's voice sounded chilling. The light of the torch reflected in the red eyes of the Lord Voldemort, emitting a strange light. "Then, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, how did you find out such secret information?"
When Parkinson heard the question of the Dark Lord, he immediately bowed even lower, not daring to be negligent, and replied in a trembling voice, "Master, the Hogwarts went to Demstrand for an exchange program. My daughter Pency found out this information from them …"
Bella was furious when she heard this, "It's been so long, why didn't you say it before?"
Lord Voldemort was also terrifyingly calm. The atmosphere in the cave was like a volcano that was about to erupt, oppressive and almost stagnant.
"Master … I … I really didn't have a choice, so I mobilized everyone in my family to help me find out this information …" Under such pressure, layers of cold sweat formed on Parkinson's forehead, "I just found out that Pency knew about it …"
"Which exchange student did Pency find out from?" Voldemort asked as he looked at Old Parkinson's nervous face. There wasn't a single second of hesitation.
"Mas … Master, this … this … I … I …" Parkinson's body trembled even more. He stuttered and looked up, unable to say anything. Lord Voldemort followed Parkinson's gaze, and his cold red eyes met with Lucius's somewhat angry gaze. His gaze was so sharp that a few people beside him quickly looked away.
Lucius's face turned pale when he saw the Dark Lord's gaze on him. "Master, it's my fault. Draco and Pency are very close. They are almost inseparable in Slytherin …" He bowed low, "When Narcissa and I went back to get supplies, Sissy and Draco were chatting. I accidentally found out that both he and Pency knew about this information … For Parkinson's sake … I gave Parkinson this path …"
Parkinson, who was scared out of his wits, suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled at the feet of Lord Voldemort, trembling from head to toe. "Master!" He begged, "Master, please forgive me! Forgive us! "
"Malfoy and Parkinson, the combination of pure-blooded and pure-blooded …" Lord Voldemort's calm, cold voice did not change at all. His gaze moved from the trembling old Parkinson to Lucius, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Lucius, did Draco find out about this himself when he was in Demstrand, or did someone tell him? According to your previous introduction, Bulgaria and England don't seem to be on good terms? "
"Master, in order to properly confirm before I came here, there are some records in Demstrand's library. Everyone in Bulgaria knows that the genius Wizard of the Monte Family is prone to early death …" Lucius carefully pondered the meaning behind Lord Voldemort's unusual caution today. He understood that his former master had developed some fear after so many confrontations, and was worried that he would fall into his new master's trap.
"The Parkinson Family is not worthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you …" Lord Voldemort straightened his back, raised his head, and glanced at the Death Eaters in the stone cave. A loud and clear command sounded, "Now, my servants, pack up. After thirty minutes, we will go to Bulgaria."
The sound of rustling magic robes was heard, and the Death Eaters walked out in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, and the ceiling of the stone cave was shaken by the loud sound, and some gravel and dust fell down. Horror swept through everyone's hearts, but they did not have time to think too much. They almost instantly pulled out their magic wands nervously.
"Idiots, one of you is being followed!" Lord Voldemort's empty red eyes looked at the stone cave ceiling as if he could see the scene outside the stone cave. His voice rang through the stone cave, drowning out the sound of the explosion. Then he turned his head to Lucius and quickly ordered, "Protect Bella …"
Bellatrix looked touched. She stuck out a magic wand and pressed it on her Death Eater mark, eager to know the situation outside.
There were many other Death Eaters who did the same. When they didn't get an answer, some of them couldn't help but exclaim, "What's going on?" But the continuous explosions and shrill cries soon drowned out their questions.
"Master, there are Aura outside … It's the English Aura that is attacking us …" A Death Eater with a frightened face staggered into the cave. The walls were trembling, and more and more stones fell. He crawled and rolled to the feet of Lord Voldemort with a dirty face.
There was a commotion among the Death Eaters in the stone cave. Some of them were secretly exchanging glances. In the midst of this soul-stirring explosion, mixed with the cries of the Death Eaters, the mysterious man also pulled out his magic wand.
"Master! Don't go! Maybe Allen Harris is also there … "Bellatrix screamed, but when she noticed Lord Voldemort's eyes, she shrank back in fear." No, Master, of course you don't have to be afraid of that bad boy … But we can first deal with the Monte Family and then go to Germany … Master will win even more beautifully … "
Lucius stared at Bella, who was his sister-in-law. He had learned from Narcissa that this crazy and unscrupulous woman in front of him often had nightmares after the last attack. It seemed that she was scared out of her wits by her new master. After knowing that Bella risked her life to save Sissy last time, Lucius had been thinking about how to save Bella, but her fanaticism and character for the Dark Lord made him completely afraid to reveal this inclination.
"My servants, don't take the things, go directly to Bulgaria … Let's finish the more important task as soon as possible and then return to England for revenge." Lord Voldemort's tone was a little forced, and then he whispered, "Let's go, Najini." After that, his mouth was completely motionless, but the hissing sound became louder and louder. Najini crawled over clumsily, the snake stood up straight, and Lord Voldemort pressed his hand on Najini's head.
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