Harry Potter and MI6

"Useless trash." A white bald head with a face that seemed to have melted stood in front of a group of men in black robes.

The men in black robes kneeling on the ground were the same group of people who had clashed with Lu Ke and others before.

"I'm sorry...Lord Voldemort..."

The leader of the black-robed man was already trembling like chaff, pressing his head deeply to the ground, wishing to bury it in the soil like an ostrich. And their identities were also clearly revealed, they were none other than Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters.

Disciples.

"Master," a boy took a step away from the team, showed a smile that showed his teeth, licked his lips flexibly, and continued, "I am willing to take over this matter, but I won't

To disappoint you."

The boy's age was extremely inconsistent with his environment and performance, but no one present would laugh because of it.

They didn't know the child's identity, they only knew that he was Voldemort's youngest and one of the most popular followers, and that Voldemort would even teach him some magical skills himself.

Although he is young, his mind is quite mature, but his maturity is a little skewed. His cruel and ruthless methods are also obvious to all Death Eaters.

He was like one of Voldemort's trump cards. If they hadn't known that Voldemort never intended to die, the Death Eaters might have thought that this boy was the successor Voldemort had trained.

Barty Crouch Jr....the son of Barty Crouch, the Minister of Magical Enforcement, and one of Voldemort's most respected people. Lucius Malfoy knew the boy's identity, and he looked deeply at him.

This crazy and paranoid boy has no idea what he is planning in his heart.

"Malfoy."

Malfoy, who was distracted, did not expect that the Dark Lord he served would suddenly call his name. He immediately stood up straight and waited for his words.

"You go with him to Romania and solve this matter for me."

"Yes, Lord Voldemort." Lucius walked to Barty Jr.'s side and bowed to Voldemort to accept his order.

"Yes, Master." Little Barty glanced at the man with long pale blond hair next to him, as if assessing his reliability, and quickly withdrew his gaze and saluted Voldemort.

"Dark Lord, I also want to go with you." Another person among the Death Eaters came out. Different from the other uniform black robes, this person was wearing a black coat and a black round-brimmed hat.

A pair of black sunglasses, black bangs, and a long black braid hanging behind her back.

"Reason." Voldemort looked at the man, his voice fluctuating.

He was a divination gentleman from the East whom Voldemort met when he was traveling around the world. He had a high level of divination and a good level of magic. As a person who cherished his life, Voldemort felt that he needed such a talent by his side to assist him.

So Voldemort, who was gradually becoming more and more prosperous, offered him an olive branch and smoothly absorbed him into his team. Although he was unwilling to accept the Mark of the Dark Lord, he had already made enough contributions to his career, not to mention that he was a

As an Easterner, he is here to cause harm to the European magic world. He has no reason to betray him.

Voldemort showed considerable tolerance to this man whom he met early in his life and was barely considered a friend.

"Last night, that is, when these guys failed their mission." The man with long braids added to the anger of the people lying on the ground without leaving any trace, and continued, "I suddenly felt something, something unexpected.

The existence seems to be involved in this matter."

Seeing Voldemort glance at a few people on the ground calmly, the man finally got to the point; "You know my curiosity. If something like this happens, if you don't go and see what happens in person, I'm afraid you will remember it for the rest of your life."

"I agree, my three loyal followers, I believe in your abilities." Voldemort pondered for a moment, mainly because he felt that the strength of this team was a bit seriously overflowed, but now that the situation here is very good, he let the three of them handle it.

It's not a big deal, it can set an example for other Death Eaters.

"As for the losers..." Voldemort changed the topic and pointed the finger at the people lying on the ground. They really disappointed him. As soon as he finished his words, they were already trembling and begging for mercy...

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Listening to the painful wails of the companions who were hit by the curse, an atmosphere of joy spread among the Death Eaters gathered in a circle. This is the style of Death Eaters.

The behavior of the three people who received the order was somewhat different. Barty Jr. did not care about the fate of the loser at all. He believed that he would not fail. Lucius was similar. He felt that he was unlikely to be one of the people punished.

There was a trace of disgust in the eyes of the man with long braids, but because of his sunglasses, no one noticed this. They only thought that he was calm and calm, and some people with clear minds even remembered that he had just added fuel to the fire in front of Voldemort again.

Mention those people.

After a brief punishment, Voldemort signaled the meeting to adjourn, and the Death Eaters bowed and left to complete their respective tasks.

The trio also left together, preparing to go to Romania.

"Mr. Ye, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to act with you." Lucius spoke to the long-braided man respectfully. He knew that men like to be called sir, and he also knew that among so many Death Eaters, the man's

The status is very transcendent.

"Well, no need. There are some things I'm not good at, such as fighting, so I have to rely more on you." Although he said no need, the man known as Mr. Ye already had a smile on his lips and complimented Lu Xiu.

Si, and at the same time, he also threw away the heavy responsibility of combat.

"Mr. Ye is humble..."

Without paying too much attention to the pleasantries between the two of them, when the three of them arrived at a hidden place, little Barty called his owl, spread out a piece of letter paper on the table and wrote:

Dear father:

Recently, the power of mysterious people has become more and more rampant. As your son who is on the front line against the Death Eaters, I have also received some threats. I don't mean to blame you. I just want to say that in order not to cause you any trouble, I am willing to go.

If you spend some time elsewhere in Europe and are accompanied by trusted elders, please don’t worry.

I also wish you good luck in martial arts.

Sincerely, your son, Barty Crouch Jr.

While writing this letter, Barty Jr. showed several expressions that were either ferocious or joking, but not a single trace of his emotions was reflected on his pen, making this unintentional letter watertight.

"Send it to my father." Little Barty stroked the owl's belly and gave the order. Then he said to the two adults, "If you two have nothing to prepare, let's set off."

"Don't you have to wait for your father's reply?" Lucius asked.

Little Barty showed his trademark smile again and said firmly: "No, he doesn't care anyway."