"Master! The old wand was taken away by Gellert Grindelwald, it is not in the hands of Grigovic … "These trembling subordinates almost all knelt on the ground, waiting for The Dark Lord's judgment, but Lord Voldemort did not speak. One of the bolder ones peeked at Lord Voldemort and immediately lowered his head as if he had been electrocuted. His voice trembled as he continued," Grindelwald is being held in Newmungaard … but he should not have the wand with him … "
His sharp gaze swept across these trembling Death Eaters, Lord Voldemort asked loudly at the other end of the table. The Eye of Viktor mysteriously turned to the side. "How is it, Yaxley? Can I know the details of the situation in Newmungaard before next Wednesday? "
Lucius Malfoy narrowed his eyes and his gaze fell on Yaxley, who had puffed up his chest. His cold, pale gray eyes drooped down without any emotion.
"Master, I will find out the situation." Yaxley said. He also glanced at Lucius and seemed to be determined to get some rewards to increase his status in front of The Dark Lord. "We have confidence in this aspect. Newmungaard is not necessarily more terrifying than Azkaban."
The Death Eaters lowered their heads and did not dare to breathe loudly, waiting for Lord Voldemort's instructions.
"In addition, wealth should not be left in the warehouse to collect dust …" Lord Voldemort turned his gaze to the slowly rotating crystal chandelier above his head. "Lucius, Bella, give me a plan tomorrow."
Lucius quickly replied, "Yes, Master … I will …"
"Think about what you can do for Master!" Bellatrix screamed. As the mother of The Dark Lord's daughter, she had the right to order the Dark Wizards to serve her.
For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to move. Only the crystal chandelier on the ceiling was still rotating tirelessly. There seemed to be some sound of rain outside the window, but The Dark Lord did not respond to Bella's question, which gave the Death Eaters the courage to speak.
"Those centaurs aren't much, but other than those dangerous undead, Harris has tamed quite a few giants as his armed forces … … There's also a new dragon farm on the floating city, that Lune Harris can even transform into a poisonous leopard … …" Rabastan Lestrange requested in a rough voice, "Bella, we need more mysterious creatures, as well as more Yin Corpses to obstruct their cannon fodder … … We need to rebuild a real base."
"The floating city, those magic ships, and the fire dragon …" Ever since her brother, Amicus Caro, died in the Burrow and was turned into a blood eagle, Alecto Caro had become much more haggard and gloomy. Her hatred had accumulated into obsession and brutality that constantly gnawed at her heart. "If they have activated Anti-Phantom Transfiguration, we'll need flying vehicles to send us up if we want to attack. Flying brooms, flying cars, flying carpets, whatever it is.
"Master, instead of letting these useless people stay here and delay more things, we should let them all move." Lucius lowered his head to ask for instructions, his platinum hair hanging behind him. The light from the chandelier shone on his hair, shining brightly. "We also need more funds …"
"I remember … Harris first announced his asylum to France?" Lord Voldemort waved his pale slender fingers in the air, stood up and walked back.
"Master! I'm going to watch these idiots, lest they mess up again. " Bellatrix licked her thin lips. Seeing that Lord Voldemort did not object to her actually wanting to relax her killing behavior, she skipped and pulled Rabasta and a few Death Eaters she was familiar with out the door.
The figures disappeared into the void one by one. Lord Voldemort's leather boots knocked on the marble-studded room, and Najini crawled beside him. In this manor that had begun to quiet down again, the baby girl in the room heard the noise. Crying sounded again, accompanied by some low and trembling cries.
Lord Voldemort's magic robe fluttered. He had already walked past the baby's room and turned back. The closer he got, the louder the sound became.
Walking into the room, feeling the restless magic coming from the direction of the baby's bed, Lord Voldemort looked at the baby girl with his pale face. The baby girl was already floating above the baby's bed. She kept kicking her chubby little legs and grabbed the edge of the bed to prevent herself from floating away.
It was a small black bird with a sad expression. It had a green luster all over its body and looked a little like a malnourished little vulture. It had flown in at some point and landed on a bed bell right above the baby's crib.
"Revealing your talent at such a young age …" Lord Voldemort raised his hairless skin where his eyebrows used to be, "From my talent … is to catch that … bird?"
Lord Voldemort recognized the little bird that had been frightened by his dangerous aura.
This magical animal was native to Great Britain and Ireland, but sometimes it could be seen in some parts of Europe. It was supposed to be very shy, building its nest in thorns and eating large insects and fairies. It would only fly out when it was raining. Usually, it would hide in its pear-shaped nest.
Wizards avoided the bird's nest because they were afraid of hearing its heartbreaking cries. It was believed that many wizards who heard the bird's cries when they passed by the bushes would have a heart attack even though they did not see it. However, after studying the patients, it was finally shown that the bird only cried out when it was raining heavily. Since then, the bird became popular as the family's weather forecaster. However, many people found it unbearable that it cried out almost non-stop in winter. The feathers of the soothbird could not be used as a quill because they repelled ink. To this day, similar to the raven, this ugly bird, also known as the Irish Phoenix, was still regarded as an ominous symbol by many superstitious wizards. It was believed that its appearance would often bring some unfortunate events and torment to the wizards who heard its cry.
"Oh, it seems that little monster Delphi can't hold on any longer." Lord Voldemort refocused his gaze on the baby. At this time, Delphi's weak hands could not hold on any longer. Her whole body was leaning towards the ceiling.
Nagini the Great Snake sprang up, straightened its body and jumped towards the crib. It coiled itself into a ball, trying to use itself as a cushion to catch the baby.
Shortly after, Voldemort's daughter, Delphi, was sent flying into the sky. She was so frightened that she cried even louder. Her little hands scratched the air, and her whole body was like a bouncy ball as she bounced around in the air. However, she was not injured as an invisible force would bounce her back before her body could even touch the surface of an object.
Nagini seemed to be going crazy. It flicked its tongue, trying to adjust its position and catch her with its fangs when she was bouncing down, but it all ended in failure.
This continued for a short while. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had caught the baby and brought her back to the crib. The crib's guardrail was transformed into a prison, trapping Delphi in the crib. The little bird was trapped in the birdcage that was the bedbell at its feet.
Nagini poked its head out and climbed higher and higher until it straightened its body. When it saw the baby girl lying back in the crib safe and sound, it turned its snake face towards Voldemort and stared at his arm that had yet to be put down.
"What's wrong?" Lord Voldemort asked emotionlessly. He turned around and was about to walk out of the nursery, but just as Nagini's snake mouth twitched like a human and followed him out of the room, a flame appeared out of nowhere and illuminated the faces of Lord Voldemort and the Great Snake.
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