Dark green curtains surrounded the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight seized the opportunity to enter the room through the curtains that had been lifted by the wind. The sudden sunlight flashed across the walls that were designed with hidden flowers.
Cheers came from the television in the room. On the small square screen, Allen had cut off Lord Voldemort's hand and was saying sarcastic words. The television gave a close-up of the red-eyed, noseless wizard whose face was filled with pain and hatred.
The mysterious man who was feared by countless people had been defeated by Allen Harris. The television station would replay this clip from time to time to give ordinary wizards a sense of confidence and security.
A tall wizard who looked to be in his early twenties with jade-like hair, thin cheeks, and a slim figure sat on the sofa opposite the television. Beside his slender hand was a book, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", published by Rita Skeeter in the Muggle World under her pen name.
There was a smack.
The television was turned off, and the screen was pitch black.
The male adept shifted his gaze away from the television and picked up the book beside him. His gaze stopped at a line of words — "He could only hear Quirrell's terrifying screams and Voldemort's ferocious roars … But this might be an illusion in his mind."
The tall wizard frowned, his eyes flashing with anger. His handsome face was ablaze with cold anger, like an elegant cat suddenly screaming and baring its sharp teeth.
There was another muffled sound.
The wizard closed the book in his hand. His slender fingers squeezed the cover of the book tightly. The cover of the book was pinched until it was wrinkled, and the places where his fingers pinched hard were even deformed.
But gradually, the wizard's body relaxed. He smoothed out his furrowed brows and released his grip on the book.
The black-haired wizard tapped the cover of the book with his finger, and all the damaged and wrinkled areas were restored as if they were new. Then, he stood up and walked to the reddish-brown bookshelf in front of the hidden flower wall and inserted the book back in.
The wizard turned and walked out of the door. The sound of his leather boots tapping on the light gray tiles could be heard. He walked all the way to the stairwell at the end of the corridor. The Muggle Residential Building he was in had only 13 floors. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was simple and symmetrical, highlighting the stability. Every room was square, and the functional space division and location layout reflected a trace of strictness.
The stair railings were painted dark brown and were stacked in layers, winding down. The railings were all carved with iron craftsmanship. The long stair stair made people feel a little dizzy when they looked down from the top. At both ends of the staircase, there were continuous arches and corridors. In the corridors, there were houses with similar layouts.
Overall, the building was elegant, exquisite, and comfortable. However, the dark colors of black and brown and the dark brown doors made the rooms feel a little oppressive.
The Sorcerer stood in the corridor of the highest floor, his slender fingers resting on the railing as he looked down from the patio. Unlike the desolation on this floor, the various Muggle creatures downstairs were going about their normal lives, as if they could not see the strangeness on the top floor.
"Master." The Death Eater in charge of guarding at the corner of the stairs looked up and saw the Sorcerer. He immediately greeted him and took the initiative to report. "We have distributed the supplies sent by the Murseiber family …"
"A loyal family... Mursaeber has already displayed his unique talent of 'humor' towards the mud-breeds when he was still in school." The young Lord Voldemort's gaze stopped below. He ordered the guard in an elegant tone. "Go downstairs and knock on the door of those lazy things. Ask them to come upstairs."
"Yes, master …" The Death Eater guard responded, bowed, and began to walk downstairs. The Death Eaters were scattered in the building. They did not clean up all the Muggle like before. When they chose the houses to occupy, they also chose bachelors to avoid being exposed.
Soon, the young Lord Voldemort's living room was filled with the rustling of cloaks. Soon, many wizards in black cloaks gathered in the living room. Their presence made the slightly gloomy space even darker.
"It's not easy to collect this magical knowledge … but I hope you will continue to work hard …" The Sorcerer's fingers slid across the parchments piled up on the table in front of him. There were even some new teaching materials from the Hogwarts. He casually opened a volume, looked at it, and put it aside. "The performance of many of our families is surprising. They are loyal and have provided us with abundant supplies. This provides us with protection … This is a necessary weapon that will bring us the final victory …" The young Lord Voldemort's gaze swept across the group of wizards in the living room who only nodded mechanically but remained silent. He showed a concerned smile. "I noticed that your mental state is not good. Is it because the weather here is more humid and cold than London that you have lost your vitality?"
"Master?" Some of the Death Eaters were stunned and made a sound.
Lord Voldemort continued to stare at the group of Death Eaters. He casually played with the parchments. After a short silence, a slightly high-pitched voice sounded. "Friends, I know that many of you feel uncertain about the future. You feel that the young me has no chance of defeating Allen Harris …"
"Master … I didn't …"
"Master … I didn't …"
"Master … don't lie … ugh …"
These words made the Death Eaters panic. They hurriedly acted more energetic and showed their interest. Some straightened their bodies, some seemed to be unable to sit still and looked at their master with their eyes.
"I see you as my 'real family', so I have decided to tell you some of our plans for the future." The young Lord Voldemort wore a simple black robe. His hair was neatly combed in a 30-70 split. His cheeks were thin, but all these made him look very handsome and charismatic. "Don't forget the original intention of our establishment. The status and power of pure-blooded wizards should be above that of mudbloods and those who don't know magic. They should be our slaves …"
The Death Eaters didn't dare to say anything more, but the expressions on their faces, regardless of whether they were sincere or not, were trying to express their positive attitude.
"In terms of magic attainment, I am indeed no match for Allen Harris …" The young Lord Voldemort admitted. At this time, his voice was a little unnatural and his eyes were red. Then he paused for a moment and changed back to a confident voice. "But now I have regained my youth and sanity … This makes me understand why we have to stare so hard at that small piece of land in England? I don't want you to continue burning and looting everywhere like before, not because I am afraid … "The Lord Voldemort smiled and looked at his men." But I have a greater plan … There are countless magic circles in the world, and with our power, it is not too difficult to invade the Ministry of Magic of these countries … to find a way to replace them … "
"Master, Graham is determined to follow in your footsteps!" A short and fat man standing not far from the bookcase was a little excited and said while panting.
A few Death Eaters next to the bookcase also laughed, although they didn't fully understand Lord Voldemort's plan.
"We now have the opportunity and capital to do so." The young Lord Voldemort's voice came into the ears of the Death Eaters. "As long as we successfully change our appearance and have an official identity … we don't have to be enemies with the English magic circle. Although they mistakenly changed the concept of 'pure-blood wizards are supreme' to 'wizards are supreme' … we don't have to interfere with their internal affairs, just like they have no reason not to interfere with ours … In Demstrand's land, which only recruits pure-blood students, even if this school has been infiltrated by Harris, but in the future … we can also build a magic school that suits the ideology of us Death Eaters … Speaking of which, this is the inspiration of the incident where Allen Harris drove away Dumbledore …"
The Lord Voldemort's determined voice echoed in the room. Compared to the perfunctory attitude at the beginning, many of the Death Eaters were blushing because of the future he described. The atmosphere in the living room became lively. The other Death Eaters exchanged happy glances with each other and loudly expressed their loyalty to the Dark Lord. A few of them even bowed low and wanted to kneel on the ground to express their loyalty.
"Master, the Murseib family will do whatever it takes to achieve master's goal!" Murseib seemed to feel the blood in his body buzzing like wings. "I'll write a letter to my family later and ask them to do their best to allocate more resources!"
"Master! I've already asked my family to prepare the supplies a few days ago. They will be sent over soon. " Old Parkinson also made a decision at this time with a red face. His previous hesitation was swept away. Malfoy and Snape had been proven to be traitors, Lestrange was also missing, and many people had chosen to go to the United States during the previous split. Now, those Death Eaters who were previously valued by the Dark Lord were no longer around the rational and bloodthirsty Dark Lord in front of him.
This made the Death Eaters who had been confused and desperate about the future clearly recognize this opportunity.
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