Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian appeared in the narrow alley illuminated by the moonlight and stretched out his hand to put his hood over his head.

On the left side of the alley were low thorn bushes growing haphazardly, and on the right side were neatly trimmed tall hedges. The low-hanging branches overhead occasionally blocked the moonlight and cast distorted, thick black shadows on the ground.

Brian walked forward along the alley and turned a corner in front. A tall hedge stretched into the distance, and in front of it were two magnificent wrought iron gates.

Brian stood in front of the wrought iron gate, raised his head and silently stared at the yew hedges and the gorgeous manor house inside the gate, waiting quietly.

A Death Eater in black robes walked out from the corner behind him. His face was thin, and his whole figure looked like a dry skeleton. After seeing Brian in front of him, he was obviously startled and raised the wand in his hand.

"Who are you?" the Death Eater snapped, his voice hoarse.

"I'm just a visitor, currently waiting for the owner of the manor to open the door." Brian smiled slightly, "Please don't point your wand at me, it's very uncomfortable."

The Death Eater put away his wand slightly, his expression mixed with suspicion and vigilance, as well as some malicious intent. In the end, he did not attack, but walked past Brian vigilantly, silently raised his left arm, and walked straight through the wrought iron gate, as if passing through a layer of smoke.

The Death Eater looked back, then walked towards the mansion.

In the distance, the main door of the mansion opened, and a figure walked out, nodding lazily to the Death Eater who had just arrived. Then, he walked towards the gate, finally stopping in front of the wrought iron gate.

Brian looked at this man. He was a tall man with oily hair and a pockmarked face. He had a bored expression on his face. Brian compared the photos of the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban in his mind and determined the identity of this man: August Rookwood.

Rookwood waved his wand at the door, and the door slowly opened to both sides. He silently stepped aside and allowed Brian to walk in. The wrought iron door slowly closed behind him, and the two people faced each other.

The man stared at him without saying a word, his eyes flashing with dissatisfaction and malice, and the atmosphere was as cold as a cold winter day.

"Um...good evening?" Brian said.

"The Dark Lord wants to see you, come with me." The corner of Rookwood's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a sentence, "I know that your father chose to betray after the return of the Dark Lord... No matter why you came here Here, I warn you, if you dare to disrespect the Dark Lord..."

"You're just going to pounce on me and bite me?" Brian said lazily.

"You..." Rookwood bared his teeth and was about to raise the wand in his hand.

"I advise you not to...well, go against the Dark Lord's will." Brian raised his eyebrows, "Furthermore, you don't seem to know what happened after the Dark Lord returned, and why my father didn't surround him again. …”

That's right, Voldemort's draw with him was not a very glorious thing. Voldemort himself would not tell anyone, and the Death Eaters who watched this scene would not dare to tell others. This resulted in the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban not knowing much about Brian's situation.

The ferocity in Rookwood's eyes almost jumped out, but he still put away his wand, turned around and walked towards the mansion without saying a word.

Brian followed behind on the gravel road. The yew hedge made his footsteps muffled. Several beautiful white peacocks walked gracefully on the hedge and in the grass.

They walked to the front door and it opened automatically. Rookwood sneered maliciously and walked straight in.

Brian stepped into the wide foyer, which was dimly lit and with luxurious carpets covering almost the entire stone floor. He walked towards the other end of the hall. There were many people in the long corridor on the other side, looking this way. Rookwood blended into the crowd, and the corridor was silent.

"How dare you come here!" A rough female voice broke the silence here.

Brian turned his head and looked over. She was a woman with black hair. She had sunken cheeks and a gaunt face. She looked very haggard. The prison life in Azkaban had taken away her former beauty. But there was something intense and crazy in her eyes.

"Bellatrix?" Brian said.

"Shut up!" screamed Bellatrix, with a look as if she was seeing a stupid, ugly troll calling her name. She couldn't wait to draw a line with the traitor Foley.

A Death Eater with a twisted long face next to him sneered. Brian recognized him. He was Anthony Dolohov, and he was looking at Brian with malicious intent.

"Look, a rebellious traitor... came here in such a big way?" Bellatrix shouted roughly, "I need to let you understand what awe and fear are..."

"Actually, my father didn't betray. Well, he wasn't feeling well tonight and couldn't take time off, so he asked me to come here on his behalf." Brian lazily thought of an excuse.

Bellatrix's chest heaved violently, and she pulled out her wand: "I knew you were untrustworthy, just like that ignorant and ignorant woman... The Dark Lord should have killed you fifteen years ago. , as I suggested..."

Brian narrowed his eyes. It seems that Azkaban not only took away her beauty, but also her brain.

"So you just regret not eradicating it more than ten years ago." Brian said impatiently, "Now, get out of the way, your Dark Lord is waiting to see me."

Bellatrix stared at him with crazy eyes, as if she was about to pounce at any moment. But she seemed to have thought of something, a flash of fear flashed in her eyes, and then she reluctantly stepped aside, holding the wand with her fingers and making a crunching sound.

Brian walked among the Death Eaters, looking at him maliciously with either crazy or cold eyes. Brian took a few steps forward. There were some familiar people in front of him. They were Death Eaters who had not been imprisoned in Azkaban. They looked distinct from Bellatrix's group.

Their eyes were not malicious, but rather evasive, and many of them lowered their heads. The two big men, Old Crabbe and Goyle, were very conspicuous. Old Nott was hunched over and looking at the ground. On the other side, Brian saw the Malfoy family.

The Malfoy family of three stood quietly aside, their faces pale and haggard. Lucius looked at him and hesitated to speak. Lady Narcissa hugged Draco's shoulders tightly. Draco looked at Brian with a look of horror and confusion.

Brian smiled, opened a door in front and walked in. Inside was a small living room. Voldemort was standing in front of the fireplace, and the big snake Nagini was swimming slowly beside him.

"It's not easy to meet you." Brian closed the door and said with a smile, "So, please forgive me for being an uninvited guest."

Voldemort turned around and stared at Brian with shining red eyes: "So, what are you here for?"

"Let's discuss cooperation with you, and..." Brian put on a weird smile, "I'll give you a big gift."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and played with a wand in his hand like a big pale spider, gesturing for Brian to continue.

Brian had no idea of ​​rambling. He said concisely and concisely: "You can develop your power and do your own thing as you like, but I want the Ministry of Magic..."

"But you know, the Ministry of Magic is the orthodox ruler of the magical world..." Voldemort said softly, "It is what I must master."

Brian said calmly: "If I want to achieve my goal, mastering the Ministry of Magic is the only way. And you... shouldn't care about orthodoxy."

"Then what can you give?" Voldemort said slowly.

"Isn't it sincerity enough to not mess up your affairs?" Brian said, "These days, I have never interfered in your affairs, otherwise you would have gone so smoothly?"

"So, you'd better not put your hands into the Ministry of Magic." Brian looked at the big snake swimming slowly on the ground, "I don't want to see any more Death Eaters breaking into the Ministry of Magic to cause trouble... I I think it’s the best cooperation if we don’t interfere with each other.”

Voldemort's red eyes were fixed on Brian, his gaze was sharp and cruel, brewing with anger.

"As compensation..." Brian became expressionless, "I will give you a chance to invade Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore."

"What did you say?" Voldemort glared at Brian.

"Give you a chance to easily kill Dumbledore and take control of Hogwarts." Brian closed his eyes, "Within one year."

Voldemort was silent for a long time, and then burst into high-pitched laughter. After a long time, he fell silent and said, "Then I'll wait and see."