"Master, you're omnipotent. Let's go and duel with him! You'll definitely be able to kill that kid this time, "Bellatrix said. Blake Trix? Lestrange took a tentative step forward with her baby-like falsetto voice.
"I don't believe him! That kid is evil! Harris is a pure-blooded scum! Do you think they'll really fight me one-on-one if I go?! " Lord Voldemort suddenly turned around and glared at the female Death Eater, which made her tremble and shrink back. Lord Voldemort, who had suffered a big loss once, didn't think that Harris would have a fair duel with him again, and this method of deliberately angering him might be to lure him out. This also made him temporarily extinguish the idea of finding trouble with the TV station.
Then Lord Voldemort looked around at the hooded faces around him. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound among these people.
"Do you believe that there is a power stronger than me that can defeat Lord Voldemort? Have you pledged your loyalty to others now? Maybe it's that arrogant kid on TV, or the protector of that mud and Muggle, Abusi? Dumbledore … "He slowly walked past each Death Eater, and his footsteps brought them a strong sense of oppression. He stopped in front of a tall Death Eater." There's even a traitor among us. He's timid, cowardly, and incompetent. This disappoints me … I admit that I'm disappointed … "
The short and stout Death Eater in front of him, who had a short pot hairstyle and long gorilla-like arms, suddenly fell to the ground and crawled at the feet of Lord Voldemort, trembling from head to toe. This was Old Crabbe, Draco's follower, Vincent Crabbe. Crabbe's father.
"Master," he called out in a muffled voice. "Master, forgive me, forgive me, I won't dare to do it again …"
Lord Voldemort sneered and raised his magic wand. "Crabbe, you dare to run away before I give the order to retreat.
Crabbe, who was lying on the ground, was writhing in pain. He could only let out a silent scream.
"Master, seeing that Crabbe still knows to come back, can you forgive him this time?" Lucius asked. Malfoy hesitated for a long time. In the end, he stood up with a pale face and pleaded with the Lord Voldemort.
Lord Voldemort raised his wand and turned to look at Lucius. In Malfoy, the tortured Crabbe lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.
Bellatrix laughed sharply. "Lucius, I didn't know you loved Crabbe so much!"
"Get up, Crabbe." Lord Voldemort said softly. "Lucius, of course, I can forgive him. But he is also your vassal. So, you need to pay his debt, then I will forgive him."
Hearing this, Bellatrix raised her head and exchanged glances with her master before nodding excitedly. She twirled her wand in her hand and her leather boots stomped on the floor. Using the replica of Vikner's hand, she picked up Crabbe who was lying on the floor like a puddle of mud. The tip of the wand slid across his cheek. Crabbe trembled and struggled to get up, but under Bellatrix's control, she used the prosthetic hand to absorb his remaining strength and he slumped down again. "Fatty baby, Master promised to forgive you, but I didn't. Don't worry about Lucius, he is still useful in this situation. I won't kill him."
Lucius? Malfoy watched helplessly as Bellatrix carried Crabbe out of the room. Soon, Crabbe's shrill screams could be heard.
Lord Voldemort walked to Lucius and said in a low voice, "Lucius, your son Draco? Malfoy is currently studying in Hogwarts, and I heard that he and Allen Harris are good friends. His relationship with Harris was pretty good. It seemed that he had even entered his tuition class and was taught the Animagus Transfiguration Spell. Bring Draco to our house and let him see me. I will give him a mission that will bring him glory. Let him assassinate Allen? Harris. "
Lucius's face instantly turned pale. He was annoyed that he had stood up for his beloved son and caused so much trouble. He knelt on the ground and begged for Lord Voldemort's forgiveness.
"Lucius, my cunning friend," Lord Voldemort said in a low voice, "How can you make me believe that you will continue to be loyal to me, Lucius? You have never looked for me. Your actions during the World Cup were quite interesting. Wouldn't it be better if you spent your energy looking for and helping me? "
Lucius, who was consumed by fear and annoyance, just knelt on the ground and mumbled something that no one could understand. He had already made up his mind that even if he had to sacrifice himself, he would not let his son come over. He could only hope that Family Harris would keep his promise to protect Draco and Narcissa.
Lord Voldemort fixed his empty red eyes on Lucius and said lazily, "Lucius, you are hesitating. You have disappointed me. I hope that you will be more loyal to me. Let Draco? Malfoy kill him. Or kill Abusi? Dumbledore is fine too. "
"Master, I have a suggestion. Lucius's little coward son isn't suitable for an assassination mission. I heard that during the Wizard Tournament, that Alan Ruffian was killed by Lucius. Harris made fun of Master Montrose, who is good at reading minds. I've seen Bella's nephew before. He doesn't look like a genius who can learn Brain Seal at such a young age. If he were to assassinate Dumbledore or Harris, I'm afraid he would be exposed as soon as he met them face to face, "said Rudolphus. Lestrange held his bandaged hand and sneered at his wife's nephew's ability. Then his eyes turned and he added, "Let Lucius get information from Draco without him knowing. Use him as our spy in the Hogwarts to get information about Harris and Dumbledore. Master, that kid Parkinson also ran away and hasn't come back yet. As a punishment, when we catch him, let his little girl Pency complete the assassination mission. "
After Rudolphus finished speaking, the room was silent. Lord Voldemort didn't say anything, but his silence made the atmosphere in the room even more stagnant.
Lord Voldemort was expressionless, and his empty red eyes showed no emotion. He actually felt that what Lestrange said made sense. What if they could keep Draco? Malfoy, as a spy, could reveal Allen's whereabouts at any time? If he knew Harris's actions, then his side would have the upper hand, and at some point, it might even be the key to victory. Let Draco Malfoy assassinate Allen? Harris and Dumbledore, he just wanted to vent. Dumbledore might not do anything to his student because of his so-called theory of love, but Harris was obviously not a good person. As a descendant of the Death Eaters, who could gain the trust of Family Harris, such a character was Draco? Malfoy was the only one, and this might be more beneficial to him.
Lord Voldemort glanced at his bandaged hand, narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and then said to the other subordinates, "Go and catch Parkinson."
Half an hour later, in a spacious living room that was different from the dark hall earlier, there were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There were many portraits of medieval wizards hanging on the dark blue walls. Two figures were sitting in front of a gorgeous marble fireplace.
"Thank you, Rudolphus." A lazy voice sounded, but the drawn-out tone was not full of sarcasm as usual. Instead, it was very sincere. "You saved Draco's life …"
"Who asked you to be my team member? Parkinson's house is not suitable for your family's bad boy. Master will consider his own interests. " Rudolphus sat on the chair, looking gloomy and gloomy. He shook the broken hand that was swept by Lord Voldemort just now. "I'm useless."
"If it weren't for your reminder, Draco wouldn't have been able to escape that mission." Lucius looked at Rudolphus' broken hand and said hesitantly, "Let's wait for Master to be in a better mood and ask him to make a fake hand like Bella's for you."
Rudolphus waved his hand repeatedly, only to find that there was no palm on his arm. He laughed self-deprecatingly. "If Master really wants to, he will make it for me himself … Don't cause any more trouble, Lucius. Go and prepare some nuts for me, and then come and watch a Quidditch video with me. This morning, there's a game between the Bat Team and the Magpie Team of Montrose. I heard that the Magpie Team of Montrose has a kid who just graduated from Hogwarts and learned how to use Woelongon's "Zigzag" flying skill when he's hanging upside down. Let's open our eyes. "
"You've never learned it when you were playing ball in school. It's even more impossible for you to use it now." Lucius habitually made sarcastic remarks to his captain, but he realized that it was a bit too much. He shook his head to make his voice softer. "I'll go and get some butter beer. We always drink it as real wine in Hogsmeade."
Rudolphus turned on the TV in the living room with his magic wand. Accompanied by majestic music, yellow words were moving from bottom to top on the dark background of the universe. Rudolphus's thick black eyebrows were tightly knitted together. "Time is tight. I've been informed that the Quidditch video will be delayed. What kind of Muggle fake fictional movie is this? Looks like this is it … What the hell is Star Wars? What the hell is Harris TV doing? I'll burn them down sooner or later … "
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