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Poor old Malfoy trembled violently when his name was called by Voldemort.

He turned his head tremblingly, "Master..."

Voldemort stood up, his black robe spread out like bat wings, and slowly glided to Lucius's side.

He put his hands on Lucius's shoulders.

The moment his palm touched Lucius, poor old Malfoy trembled subconsciously.

Looking at the pitiful expression on his face, people who didn't know better might have thought that Voldemort was engaging in workplace sexual harassment against him.

"Lucius," Voldemort said expressionlessly, "are you afraid of me?"

Hearing Voldemort's words, Lucius reluctantly put on a smile that was uglier than crying, "With your illustrious reputation, Master, who in the magical world can not be afraid of you?"

His tone was full of flattery, but this flattery was directed at the wrong person.

If the object of Lucius' flattery was a normal human being, it might have some effect.

But who is Voldemort?

He is a Dark Lord whose sanity has been damaged by a split soul.

"Lucius, I will not hold you accountable for betraying my trust in you."

Voldemort's deep voice was filled with murderous intent, and Lucius's back instantly became covered in cold sweat.

He knew what his master, who had killed his old subordinates without mercy, was talking about.

"I have a very important thing for you to do."

Voldemort's voice was very soft, but due to the silence of the room, many Death Eaters sitting around the long table could hear Voldemort's words clearly.

Bellatrix at the long table immediately raised her hand high, "Master, please give me the task!"

"I appreciate your positivity, Bella," Voldemort said slowly, "but not this time."

Bellatrix heard this and sat back down in her seat with some disappointment.

Voldemort patted Lucius on the shoulder, "I want to give you a task. I want your son to help me infiltrate Hogwarts."

Lucius's expression stiffened instantly.

What did Voldemort just say?

Not to pursue the matter of him not keeping the diary and the Horcrux?

What a liar!

Isn't this Voldemort taking revenge on him?

As for the defense of Hogwarts, who could sneak in under Dumbledore's nose and let his son Draco do it?

If it weren't for the fact that Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, Lucius would have been cursing in his heart.

The task Voldemort gave Draco was completely asking Draco to die.

If there was only one Dumbledore in Hogwarts, Draco would not necessarily die if his affair was exposed, but there was still a Kyle Grindelwald who was as ruthless as Voldemort.

Lucius had a mournful expression on his face. He really wanted to tell Voldemort, "Why don't you hire someone else?" He was not being humble at all.

With Draco's bearish appearance, how could he be able to run around under the noses of Dumbledore and the Little Devil and complete the tasks assigned to him by Voldemort?

If Draco had that kind of ability, Lucius would be able to wake up laughing three times in his dreams.

He wanted to refuse, but Voldemort looked at him with a half-smile, making Lucius swallow the words that had reached his lips silently back into his stomach.

He could only nod silently, "I understand, Master."

Voldemort raised his skeleton-like hand and gently patted Lucius on the shoulder.

"When Hogwarts is on vacation, let your son Draco come back. It's time for us to attract some new blood."

After hearing Voldemort's words, Lucius's expression became even stiffer.

"Master," Lucius pursed his lips, "I think Draco is not capable enough to deserve the lofty status of a Death Eater..."

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Voldemort's voice suddenly became extremely cold.

"Don't dare." Lucius shrank and sat back in his seat, tail between his legs and an honest man.

…

In the following weeks, the magical world has been in a state of undercurrent, but on the surface, it is still a calm scene.

The residents of Konoha Village are still living and working in peace and contentment. Although they feel that the atmosphere in the village has been a little off lately, they can't tell what is wrong.

The days that should be lived should be lived as usual.

As for Hogwarts, the students secretly held several gatherings under the nose of the old witch Umbridge.

As the number of meetings increased, the students suddenly felt that the scary pink toad was not so scary anymore.

Instead, he looked like a funny clown, performing hard on the stage.

After three collective trainings, the magic levels of these members have been significantly improved.

Gryffindor's blaster, Seamus Finnegan, was finally able to cast some other basic spells except the blasting curse normally.

Neville Longbottom learned how to control the power of the toad clan. Although it was only the most basic control, he could at least use a weakened version of Goemon now.

Although it is not as good as the gas stove of the Grindelwald family, it is much better than the ordinary blazing flame.

However, at the assembly, Neville was ordered to strictly prohibit using this trick on other members, otherwise he would have to collect the corpses of his classmates later.

Other students also learned quite a bit, with the fourth and seventh grade students making particularly impressive progress.

I won’t say much about the fourth grade students.

There is Little Beaver, a top student who strives to become the next doctor of magic. If he personally serves as their instructor, can they not learn well?

If you still don't learn this well, it can only be said to be a matter of personal talent.

As for the seventh-grade students, their progress in wizard duels is quite gratifying, and they have successfully separated themselves from the novices who only knew turn-based duels before.

In time, they can become qualified cannon fodder on the battlefield.

That's right, it's cannon fodder.

With their dueling skills, before going to Nurmengard for further study, if the Wiccan Party, the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters start a fight...

Well, they are really no different than cannon fodder.

After holding three meetings, all members of the Akatsuki organization discovered a rather serious problem.

I don’t know if the size of their gathering was too big, or maybe some members who failed to join were jealous and reported them.

The morning after the third meeting, Filch hung an announcement outside the auditorium - "Education Order No. 24".