Her father's hesitation and stubbornness caused the conversation to end on a sour note. Pency opened the door and rushed out of her temporary home. The wind blew in through the open window in the corridor, and the cold air instantly engulfed her.
Slytherin's little witch held onto the railing and thought about what she should do next. Now, other than the top floor, there were no restrictions on her. And this young The Dark Lord, except for a few words of praise from the floor above when she first delivered the supplies, she could not come into contact with him at all.
Pency's face was expressionless, but her heart was troubled. The Dark Lord kept his address a secret, which meant that he did not trust an outsider like her. Once Headmaster Harris came and could not confirm the location of the Dark Lord, he would definitely choose to escape. And if she risked using the strange things that Harris gave her and was found out, the good-tempered Dark Lord would obviously not let Parkinson off.
Pency sighed, knowing that there were only two things she could do now: one was to continue to persuade her father to go back to Harris, and the other was to try to find out the distribution of people here and figure out which room the Death Eaters usually lived in.
In the corridor where Pency's father was, a door closer to the stairs opened. A man opened the door and looked over. He wore a fur hat and round sunglasses, had a full beard, and was holding a shower head in his hand.
"Pency, you little one, why are you standing here in the cold wind? Be careful, there are a lot of dirty Muggle boys here, be careful of them harassing you … "He strode over and asked in a good mood," Have you opened the Christmas gifts that Graham and I gave you? It's a pity that we have limited resources now, and I don't have anything suitable for a beautiful girl like you … When we achieve our goal in the future, we'll get you something much better than this. "
"Mr. Reynolds, thank you …" Pency felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to say some polite words, but when she saw the sincere concern on his face, her words got stuck in her throat. She raised her hand and pretended to tidy up the hair in front of her forehead to hide the unnatural expression on her face. She simply told him the truth. "I just had a quarrel with my father, and I haven't had the time to look at it yet."
The gaze of the Death Eater Reynolds was not as ferocious as usual when he stared at the Muggle. Instead, it was somewhat doting. He glanced at Pency's face and the closed door behind her. Seeing that the little girl still had an aggrieved look on her face, he thought that he understood the reason. He softened his rough voice and carelessly rubbed Pency's bob hairstyle as he consoled her. "Living with the Muggle now is indeed a bit unfair. Just bear with it, Master will soon improve."
"There are also more and more mudbloods on the floating city." Pency nodded, agreeing with the other's tone as if acknowledging the other's guess.
"Uh … But when you go back later, it's best to stay away from the Malfoy's boy. You're a big girl now, you should understand the reason …" Reynolds hesitated to persuade Pency, but then he seemed to treat her as a little girl. "You should go back after the festival. It's not very safe here, although you won't be in danger because you know magic … Like I said, the boys in Eastern Europe are quite rough … You're so beautiful, you'll be pestered."
"I will, thank you." Pency lowered her head so that the other could not see the sad expression on her face. The friendliness of these old acquaintances and distant relatives of Parkinson's made Pency, who came here with ulterior motives, feel heavy in her heart. "I'm going out to help buy something later. Do you want me to bring you anything?"
"Bring me some milk." Reynolds's expression became a little happy. "My wife and eldest daughter will also come over to celebrate the festival with me. You and your father can come over to my place for dinner."
On the top floor of the Muggle house where Pency and Reynolds lived.
The young Lord Voldemort put his arm on the railing and was leaning over to look at Pency and Graham talking below. He looked directly into Pency's eyes coldly and emotionlessly — but because of the protective spell cast, the people below could not see the situation above. His eyes became more and more empty and cold, glued to Pency for a long time before he looked away.
"Master, I heard that this Pency Parkinson is very close to the son of the Malfoy family and the youngest daughter of the Harris family in the Hogwarts …" The tall, thin, and long-faced guard standing beside Lord Voldemort lowered his head and reminded, "Do you want to find a reason to drive her back, or do you want to …"
The young Black Devil King did not directly reply to his guard. His lips moved slightly, and instead, he asked another unrelated question, "Shidan, are you a wanted criminal?"
"No, Master … I'm basically in charge of the guard work, and I haven't gone out much …" Mike suppressed the doubts that rose in his heart and lowered his head to answer honestly, not daring to ask more. From his point of view, he could see his master's tight and smooth chin nodding.
"Stan, that's great. I'll give you an important secret mission …" Lord Voldemort turned around, his thin and handsome face facing the guard who was obviously excited, "Prepare some high-quality boxes that have been cast with the Traceless Expansion Spell … It doesn't matter if you make them yourself or buy them. After a while, when these colleagues of yours provide the resources in place, find a night to put them all in … Don't let others see it."
"Yes, Master." The guard, Stan, who was in the midst of being given an important task and whose cheeks were flushed red, answered without hesitation. Suddenly, he realized that the situation was not right. In shock, he raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Master?"
Lord Voldemort's handsome face showed a bit of coldness and ruthlessness, "Go and make a wanted list in the next few days. Compile a list of all the people who are not wanted and give it to me."
"Yes, Master." Stan did not dare to ask more, but he faintly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Now, there are some sick people in our team. We have to prune the branches and leaves to keep them healthy." Lord Voldemort's black jade-like hair swayed. His eyes were fixed on Stan, and there seemed to be some impatience in his eyes. However, he still let a gentle voice come out from his throat, "For example, the old Parkinson that you are worried about. His brain sealing technique is not as good as his daughter who studied for a few years in the Hogwarts after the reform … This fence-sitter's position has been shaken for a long time, and he has long wanted to betray me. Now, he just wants to bet on both sides."
At this time, Stan found some traces of the snake-faced master from Lord Voldemort's expression and tone. He bowed even lower, not daring to say a word.
"Don't worry, the goal I told you is indeed my plan." Lord Voldemort's slender hand smoothed out his wrinkled magic robe from pressing on the railing. He raised his chin and said with a strange smile, "I do want to lead you to invade a Ministry of Magic and control the local magic community … However, I think only those who are not wanted … and the few who are sincerely loyal to me are qualified to enjoy my reward … As for the opportunists like Parkinson, when the time comes, we will cut out these rotten sores that will harm us …"
The guard held his breath and stared at Lord Voldemort earnestly.
"So, you understand? I will personally set up more defenses to resist divination magic on this floor. Don't let that Pency come up. " Lord Voldemort pointed at several points around his room, "Also, when you have nothing to do, let your people use Phantom Shift more often. This is also a kind of detection …"
(End of Chapter)
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