"Lucius, you've done well this time, unlike those idiots who can't even handle a small matter." Lord Voldemort shouted at a cowering figure in the stone hall. "How is it, Parkinson? When can I hear the exact news about the Eye of Vikna?"
"Mas … Master … I … I'll do my best … as soon as possible …" Old Parkinson, who had no clue what was going on, was sweating profusely. Then, he was whipped by the pregnant Bella with her magic wand. Old Parkinson fell to the ground and begged for mercy.
"Lucius, the reputation of the Malfoy family in England makes it more suitable for you to stay in England … Continue to contact those oppressed purebloods … As for Harry Potter … We've allowed him to live until now …" Lord Voldemort looked up at Lucius again. "When Potter reaches adulthood, the magic that protects him will lose its effect. So, other than the alliance, Lucius, focus all your attention on collecting information about Potter and the Order of the Phoenix … I'll leave this matter to you, Lucius. Don't get in touch with your son during the holidays, and don't interfere with his relationship with Harris … Send the Vanishing Cabinet in Bork Borgin's shop back to Albania … As for the task of excavating the ruins, I'll leave it to … "
Lord Voldemort's calm voice paused, and he looked at the wizards in the stone hall thoughtfully.
Lucius Malfoy understood that Dumbledore and Allen were in charge of the Hogwarts together, so his master did not dare to enter easily. Now, although the Hogwarts had become Allen's private property, he still had the support of the gods behind him. It was not safe or reliable to deal with Potter in the Hogwarts. Therefore, the most crucial time point was the period after Potter's summer vacation and before school started. He would use this period of time to assassinate Potter. The Vanishing Cabinet was a backup plan. If he had no other choice, he could use it to sneak into the Hogwarts.
"The Dark Lord... let us go... The wolf cubs and I will definitely dig it out for you." As a werewolf, Fenrir Gleibok and his men were not accepted as Death Eaters by the Lord Voldemort due to their special identities. They were also not qualified to be branded with the Mark of the Dark Demon. It was just that living in the underground palace for a long time had suffocated these guys.
Lucius Malfoy quickly recommended his friend to take over. "Master, I suggest that we let Rudolphus take over this matter. You know … he used to be quite good at magic history in school. He can distinguish between what should be touched and what shouldn't be touched. I can do a good job with him."
Rodolphus, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Lucius. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Are you still thinking of letting Rudolphus obtain the replica of Victor's Hand? Lucius? "Lord Voldemort narrowed his red eyes and stared at Lucius Malfoy. His gaze was very sharp.
Lucius's thoughts were exposed. He lowered his head. Under the light of the fire, his skin looked waxy yellow. He admitted with a hoarse voice, "I pray for the mercy of the Lord."
"Master, instead of raising a useless person, why not find something for him to do?" Bellatrix raised her chin and said with contempt.
Lord Voldemort tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at Bellatrix. He paused for a moment and the corner of his mouth twitched coldly. "Our Rudolphus has to complete a small trial before he can obtain the rewards and tasks that don't belong to him. That's it, dismissed."
Lord Voldemort got up and walked towards his personal study, letting his figure disappear from the hall.
"You are too risky …" Narcissa looked at Lucius with some blame when she passed by him. Her slender fingers gently grasped Lucius's wrist, and then she helped Bellatrix back to her room.
Many Death Eaters were not in a hurry to leave the stone hall. They gathered around Lucius and deliberately showed a look of admiration. They wanted to build a good relationship with the favorite person in front of their master. Since the beginning of the recruitment of the giants, Lucius had completed several tasks in a row.
"I really envy you, Lucius. Although the Lord's mood has been good these days, you are the first one who has praised you so clearly." A sturdy little woman showed her thin shoulders to get closer to Lucius and complimented him. This action made her somewhat hunched back look even hunchier.
Next to her, a sturdy man with a crooked mouth with a strange grin on his face echoed. He was hunchbacked like the woman, with a pale, dough-like face and a pair of small green eyes. He was Amicus Caro, and the hunchbacked woman was his sister, Alecto Caro.
Caro Family
The Caro Family was one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded families of the Holy Family. The brother and sister both participated in the first wizard war, but after the Mystery Man lost power, they managed to escape from Azkaban's imprisonment. Recently, the moody Mystery Man had made everyone fearful. This made the brother and sister who thought highly of themselves had no choice but to compliment the favorite person of the Dark Lord.
Fenrir Gleibock crossed his arms and did not say a word. Seeing these Death Eaters eagerly trying to please Lucius, he grimaced in disdain. His ferocious expression made some Death Eaters who were afraid of him quicken their pace and leave the stone hall.
"Lucius, if it is not convenient for you according to the Lord's request, you can let Draco stay at my house …" Old Parkinson climbed up skillfully after confirming that The Dark Lord and Bellatrix were not in the hall. "The incident that happened in the Hogwarts that day caused a sensation among the wizards of the world. During those days, the TV station repeatedly broadcasted the video and invited many so-called experts to comment. Dumbledore's downfall made the Lord even more confused …"
Like most of the Death Eaters here, they had already learned how to survive under the whip of the Lord and Mistress.
"Be careful what you say, Parkinson, or you will be whipped again …" Crabbe got up from his seat. As a vassal family of the Malfoy, he came over and whispered some information to Lucius who was his boss in school. The Mystery Man's attitude towards Dumbledore's expulsion was hard to guess.
"Speaking of which, the Harris Family is too much of a bastard. They are pure-blooded traitors who are bigger than the Weasley Family. How can they care so much about those impure mudbloods? Don't you think so, Lucius …" Parkinson deliberately said something that he thought would be pleasing to hear based on his previous understanding of Lucius. "Those outsiders are not as united as us. We, the British Death Eaters, were the first to follow the Lord and should be united. There are more and more foreigners here recently … We have to be careful."
After the greetings, Lucius finally got rid of the Death Eaters and returned to his room. He found that Rudolphus had been sitting on the chair in the room and waiting for a long time.
Hearing the movement at the door, Rudolphus stood up and walked straight to Lucius. Before Lucius could speak, he raised his intact arm and punched Lucius in the face. "I told you last time, don't take such a risk!"
Lucius's head was slammed to one side and he staggered back a few steps before stabilizing himself. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his nose. "Do you really want to be a cripple for the rest of your life? Look, the Lord agreed this time. "
Lucius looked at the blood on his hand and then punched Rudolphus. Rudolphus stretched out his hand to block Lucius' attack. Lucius then grabbed Rudolphus and punched him in the abdomen. Rudolphus only had one hand, so he couldn't attack if he used it to block. He could only dodge as much as possible and wait for an opportunity to fight back. In the end, Rudolphus, who was angry, simply stopped dodging. He used his body to block the attacks and attacked Lucius with his intact arm. The two men fought back and forth, punching and kicking, tearing and pulling at each other for a long time. Finally, they sat on the ground, panting and panting.
Both of them had bruises on their faces. In contrast, Lucius's situation was much better than Rudolphus', who had a bloody nose and a swollen face. After all, he had both hands, while Rudolphus could only attack with one fist.
"I couldn't beat you in the past, whether it was wand or fist …" Lucius reached out and touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth. He hissed in pain and his eyes fell on Rudolphus' broken arm. "That's why I asked the Lord …"
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