Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Dumbledore's reputation is almost unknown in Europe, the White Wizard is famous, and Malfoy can escape from his hands at just this age, which has to be amazing.

Voldemort's low tone resounded in the living room again.

"In the past ten years, many people have left us. During the first war, my loyal and unwilling death eaters stayed in Azkaban and spent those extremely difficult days, but, When I was about to rescue them, I failed to see any hope for the future and was killed by the Dementors."

"Those who claim to be righteous are nothing but sanctimonious hypocrites." Voldemort sneered.

In front of the round table, there was another commotion.

But in fact, there are many people here who don't understand what Voldemort said at all, and just respond subconsciously.

This is actually a group of uncohesive skirmishers.

There are dark wizards in North America, dark wizards in Africa, local vampires, foreign vampires, as well as a large number of werewolves, a small number of goblins, and representatives of some giant tribes, who are here at the call of the Dark Lord. get together.

Many of them only know that in front of them is a powerful dark wizard who can unite their forces, and many wizards who are wanted internationally have also chosen here.

Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters have all died, and he can only choose this method to rebuild his own power.

It turned out that the Death Eaters who followed him could be said to be quite effective, and they could barely be said to be united.

The powerful ones are Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov, who have mastered many vicious spells and are powerful.

Even if they are dull and lacking in talent, Crabbe and Goyle's fathers, after all, were born in the majors who studied at Hogwarts for seven years.

Only now, this is a group of miscellaneous soldiers.

Even intrigue.

His subordinates often have conflicts, which are almost irreconcilable conflicts.

White-skinned wizards look down on black-skinned wizards, and green-hearted ones can only look down on non-human species.

When Voldemort bewitched them, he made promises, but because of his character, even ordinary wizards regarded them as slaves, not to mention these things that even people could not call them.

There are some African wizards who don't even use wands, which makes it hard to trust their abilities.

Of course, this is actually prejudice, and wizards without wands are actually not uncommon outside of Europe.

But there are some flaws that are more obvious wizards, as long as you turn into a pig in front of his eyes, he will go crazy, lose his senses, and even spell the spell incomplete, they also have a feature, that is, Animagus can't be a pig , if it is, it will choose suicide.

In his mouth, he also likes to say: "An...Hu...ba" This kind of spell is confusing and ineffective, and it took a long time to use a powerful explosion demon. curse.

Kill yourself first.

Maybe Voldemort just used them as flesh bombs.

However, he doesn't care much about the quality of his subordinates now, as long as he can use it, he only hopes that this will bring enough panic to the people of the British wizarding world.

He alone was enough to outsmart an Auror army, and that was his confidence.

"Okay, everyone can have a drink. The owner of the manor, Mr. Lucius, has prepared a lot of food for you." Voldemort's fingers rubbed his pale and sharp chin.

With a light touch of the wand in his hand, "Bang." With a sound, a huge fireball exploded under the ceiling, and the dense sparks were entangled and scattered, and finally condensed into a snake shape. It lit up a little bit, at least I could see the food in front of me.

Then Voldemort announced the start of the banquet.

Countless fresh blood and beef, mutton were served on silver ceramic plates,

It was placed on the table without any treatment.

The members of this party are mostly werewolves, who prefer to eat these creatures rather than cooked food.

As for the other goblins, goblins, and vampires, they have also carefully prepared corresponding food for them.

In the large living room, the faint reddish light was better than nothing, and the whole room still looked gloomy. After all, it was a gathering of the dark forces, and it felt strange to make it too bright. However, just when the Death Eaters were feasting, one person Cowardly hiding in the corner of the wall, and even out of the scope of the large round table, it is obviously not suitable for the environment here, as if surrounded by vicious hungry wolves.

And he is a pitiful little white sheep.

The man caught Malfoy's attention as he descended the steps.

After taking a closer look, and after careful separation, Malfoy realized that he was wrong, it was a big fat sheep.

Either literally or by extension.

From the former, he has a big belly, a fat belly, a slightly bloated body, and a rich face. Evidence of obesity can be found in any part of his body.

From the latter point of view, many casinos like to call those who come to send money there to be "fat sheep", don't they?

Ludo Bagman, a deplorable gambler.

Originally, he could barely be said to be misled. He was acquitted by the overwhelming support of Wizengamore.

Now, it is really inevitable to slip into the abyss.

Maybe it was a broken jar, and he took refuge in Voldemort's men, and maybe he could eat a meal.

This man is now old and haggard. Being with this group of vicious people is really a test of nerves. It was only after he met Malfoy's eyes that he looked at this young man in disbelief. .

"You..." His voice got stuck in his throat, as if someone had stuck his neck.

He was busy hiding his debts and didn't know the latest news from the outside world at all.

So when I saw Malfoy, I fell into an inexplicable shock.

Then there was a sense of grief and exasperation, and he was tempted to ask Malfoy why he had lost the game.

Malfoy just gave him a contemptuous look.

Then Bagman fell silent.

"I don't seem to be obliged to be your cash cow." He said lightly.

Bagman has only woken up now that he is no longer the very powerful referee at that time, and this young man is not his player.

Malfoy, the red man in front of Voldemort today.

He coughed and shivered.

Why would you go crazy to provoke him?

Bagman was dripping with cold sweat.

And Malfoy didn't continue to pay attention to him, this kind of gambler, just let him fend for himself.

He turned his head and glanced at Nagini, who was wrapped around the foot of the king's chair, on the stone steps, and then quickly turned his attention away.

Nagini was also spitting out his scarlet letter at this time, looking at the people around him.

This is another Horcrux from Voldemort.

Malfoy fully confirmed this information just now.