Hogwarts Homecoming

"Whether it is the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, or Brain, no matter which side we help, it is not in our interests. I think it is in line with our position to sit back and watch them both lose."

Voldemort began to speak, and the discussion in the room immediately died down.

The gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing flashed an arc of light. Adam Vogel was silent for a moment, and finally bowed respectfully to Voldemort.

"I am deeply inspired by your opinion. However, dear Dark Lord, can we consider moving our base?"

Transfer base?

The Death Eaters' gazes once again focused on Adam Vogel's face, and those prying eyes contained anger, sarcasm, excitement, and thoughtfulness.

The Malfoy couple sitting at the middle end of the long table suddenly tightened their hands hidden under the tabletop. They lowered their eyes to prevent their colleagues from catching a glimpse of the desire in their eyes.

"To transfer the base, you mean to leave Malfoy Manor?"

Voldemort opened his narrow red eyes,

"Why do you have such interesting ideas, Adam? Haha, you want to report to Lucius for saving you from Azkaban. After all, there are so many of us crowded here, and it cost Lucius a lot of money." Gold?"

"Oh, Master!"

Lucius immediately jumped up from the chair, bowed and quickly came to Voldemort's recliner, his pale face the same color as the moonlight,

"It is my lifelong honor to serve you, and a mere piece of gold will never be worth your appreciation!"

"Don't be nervous, my friend--"

Voldemort smiled sharply,

"I was just kidding you."

"I am very grateful to your servants for saving us and Jasna from that hell, but my offer has nothing to do with it, my dear Dark Lord-"

Adam could no longer sit carelessly. He left his seat and came to stand next to Malfoy.

"It's just. According to some information I have learned, we have to consider that if Blaine defeats Fudge in this political wrestling, I think Cornelius Fudge is not smart enough to compete with Blaine and Dumbledore." comparable."

Adam looked at Voldemort's red eyes sincerely,

"If Fudge really fails and steps down, the most likely person to take over the position of the British Minister of Magic is Amelia Bones. This woman is Blaine's puppet. She will definitely follow Blaine's orders and increase her attacks on us. The intensity of settlement is very disadvantageous for us.”

"Despicable Zhaze, useless coward!"

Bella, who was two seats away from Malfoy, jumped up and cursed wildly.

"You're so afraid of Blaine, aren't you, because you have failed at his hands?"

Adam was unmoved, but unforgettable hatred flashed in his brown eyes.

"Bella--"

Voldemort shouted, with a touch of coldness

"No rudeness to our new friends."

Bellatrix immediately shrank her head, but then she looked at Voldemort on the recliner with blazing eyes and shouted feverishly,

"My master, if you think Brian is a trouble, I am willing to get rid of him for you!"

There was a moment of silence.

"I admire your courage, Bellatrix."

Severus's calm words made Bellatrix grin at him!

"A temporary withdrawal from Britain would do us many good things, my dear Dark Lord."

Adam spoke again,

"Here, no matter what, Dumbledore and Brain will be our obstacles, and they will do their best to resist you.

Although the British Ministry of Magic is temporarily led by a confused minister, if they change the minister, the situation will be more difficult for us, because most of the employees of the British Ministry of Magic have experienced the last war with you, and their experience is Richer.

And once we choose to change our base, no matter which country it is, its magical government will be ineffective to us, without any resistance. We can rest assured and boldly develop our power.

In the end, our power can even surround Britain, and Dumbledore and Braine can only surrender! "

Adam's speech once again aroused discussion. Some Death Eaters looked at him and nodded frequently, while others expressed disgust at the suggestion.

Severus's dark eyes fell on Adam Vogel, who was as elegant as a scholar. He looked away for only a second.

Amosta may have made a mistake by imprisoning the man in Azkaban instead of executing him.

The discussion lasted for a while and then gradually died down.

The Death Eaters' eyes returned to Voldemort.

"Your proposal is so interesting, Adam, that I almost fell in love with it."

Voldemort said, and Adam frowned upon hearing this, preparing to speak again.

However, Voldemort's raised hand made him feel great pressure, and the pair of red snake eyes that looked at him suddenly became evil.

"But have you overlooked a question, my dear friend?"

Voldemort had a cold smile on his lips,

"Would this make the stupid world think that we retreated because we were, oh, afraid of Dumbledore and Brain?"

Wow!

Thunderous shouts rang out in the room where the atmosphere had always been restrained, and the Death Eaters left their seats and shouted loudly.

Bellatrix was even moved to tears.

"We are their nightmare!"

Alecto Carlo jumped on the chair and roared.

Jasna, who had a cold expression and remained silent, stared at these Death Eaters, her expression gradually becoming astonished.

Death Eaters are a bunch of lunatics, real lunatics!

"Anyway!"

Voldemort looked at his Death Eaters with satisfaction and raised his voice slightly,

"I have no intention of leaving England, Adam. But—"

Voldemort stared at the silent Adam,

"You are right, that woman Amelia Bones will indeed be a problem for us."

The light in Adam's brown eyes lit up slightly.

"Find a way to get rid of Amelia Bones."

Voldemort's voice became sinister,

"This is the first task Lord Voldemort has given you, Adam."

Under everyone's gaze, Adam slowly leaned down and knelt on one knee.

"It is an honor to serve you, my dear Dark Lord. Oh, there is one more thing."

"Um?"

"Oxtar also imprisons many of our compatriots, dear Dark Lord, and I believe they will also be your staunch supporters."

"Do it, Adam, and the Death Eaters will have your back."

Voldemort said lazily,

"Voldemort also needs more supporters."

Lucius, Adam, and Bellatrix all returned to their seats, while Voldemort levitated from his lounge chair.

The moonlight was obscured by gray mist, and Voldemort was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. His body was shrouded in darkness, with only two dots of scarlet floating around.

"I think my loyal Death Eaters will never forget that Voldemort's failure in the past fourteen years came from a prophecy that has not been fully understood."

Severus' expression at the conference table changed slightly, and the roaring emotions in his heart even made him feel trance-like at this critical moment.

After his vigilance brought him back to reality, he found that the two red lights were facing him.

"Please forgive me, my lord."

Severus's heart shivered, he left his seat, knelt down on one knee, his voice was hoarse,

"If it weren't for that prophecy"

"Please don't get me wrong, my dear Severus—"

Voldemort's eerie voice came from the darkness,

"Although he caused Voldemort to suffer for fourteen years, I still have to say that it was a key prophecy and I want to thank you for finding it for me."

Severus breathed a sigh of relief. The emotion that surged at that moment was understood by Voldemort as his regret for providing this prophecy and causing Voldemort's failure.

"--The prophecy ball is placed in the Department of Mysteries, and only Harry Potter and I can touch it. Dumbledore cannot be expected to be kind enough to tell me the full contents."

The scarlet in the darkness freezes, and the light envelopes all the Death Eaters,

"I've got an idea. You need to find out its exact location for me." (End of Chapter)