HP Magic Biography

　　 "Master, I also have good news about this. After all my hardships, I finally managed to cast the Imperius Curse on Bius Kness."

　　 After saying this, many people around Yaxley looked very happy. Sitting next to him, Dolohov with a long, distorted face even patted him on the shoulder a few times.

　　 This is indeed exciting news.

"That was just the beginning," said Voldemort. "It's not enough for Diknis alone. Before I act, we must surround Scrimgeour. Any failure in the minister's life operation will make me stand back. Step, especially in such a critical period."

"Yes, master, it is true, but you also know that as the director of the Magic Enforcement Department, Beys Knees can not only contact the minister himself, but also the leaders of various departments in the ministry. I think, now Having such a high-level official under our control is very beneficial for us to subdue others. Then we can use them to get Scrimgeour down." Ackles said with a smile, on the one hand Respect for Voldemort, and it seems that he is also very satisfied with his work.

　　 After all, this is a key figure in the Ministry of Magic.

"It doesn't matter whether our friend Diknis will be spotted before he pulls the rest of the people down," Voldemort said. "In any case, we won't be sure to win the Ministry before next Saturday. If we can't be at the end Intercept that boy, then we must start on the way."

"We have an advantage in this respect, Master." Yaxley said immediately. He seemed to want to be recognized by others. "We have placed a few people in the Magic Transport Department. If Potter Apparitions or uses Floo Net, we You will know immediately."

"If he had some brains, he wouldn't use any of these methods," Snape said. "The Order of the Phoenix would not use any mode of transportation controlled or managed by the Ministry of Magic. Everything about it remains suspicious, and, have you forgotten who are in the Order of the Phoenix? Mad-eyed Moody, or Sirius?"

"In the face of the absolute power of the master, it was nothing more than a landslide," Ackles said. "Speaking of which, thank you, Snape, and our Malfoy. Dumbledore is dead. Isn't it?"

"Yes, even if he is there, it is just a little trouble for us." Voldemort said, his eyes flashing with danger signals, "but Severus is right. They would not choose magic. Ministry of transportation, but..."

"That's better, isn't it!" said Voldemort, "then he has to be moved outside so that we can catch him more easily." Voldemort looked up at the slowly rotating body, and then said: "I You have to deal with the boy yourself. The Harry Potter plans are full of loopholes, and some of them are caused by myself. Potter's survival to the present is not so much his victory as it is because of me Mistakes made."

　　The people at the table looked at Voldemort tremblingly. From the expressions of everyone, they were afraid that Voldemort would blame himself for Harry's survival.

　　 However, Voldemort seemed to be talking to himself more, and his eyes were still fixed on the unconscious body.

"I was too careless, and was delayed by the fatal problems of luck and opportunity in my perfect plan. But I understand now, what I didn't understand in the past. It must be me who killed Potter. It will definitely be me!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, a sharp, long and painful wailing suddenly sounded, as if to respond to these words.

　　 Many people at the table looked under the table in shock. The sound seemed to be coming from under their feet.

　　 "Wormtail," Voldemort said in the calm, contemplative tone just now, his glasses still staring at the spinning body above, "Didn't I tell you to keep our prisoner quiet?"

　　 "Yes, Lord...Master", a little man in the middle of the table said breathlessly. He was sitting too low just now, so that at first glance, his chair seemed to be empty.

　　 He got up from the chair and ran across the room, leaving behind a strange silver shimmer.

"Like I just said," Voldemort continued, looking at his panicked followers, "I understand now that before I kill Potter, I need to do something, such as It’s very important for someone to borrow a magic wand. Potter always relied on his magic wand to fight me for a short period of time, although now I can completely...abandon it!"

　　 Voldemort said, a kind of unstable light spread from his palm, quietly, the space in front of him seemed to be annihilated.

　　 "However, I still intend to be a wizard, that's enough, isn't it!" Voldemort said slowly, which felt like talking about a trivial matter.

　　 Deprive a wizard of the magic wand of the same mind.

　　Here are all his loyal subordinates, this is easy in itself, isn't it!

　　 All the faces around Voldemort were filled with shock for an instant, as if what he was about to borrow was one of their arms.

　　 For a time, the scene became weird and quiet, and even Ackles was not fighting for the credit.

"Why, no one volunteered? Then it seems that I can only choose one myself..." Voldemort said flatly, "Then... let me see... Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore. ."

　　 Lucius Malfoy looked up in horror. His skin looked sallow in the firelight, and shadows surrounded his sunken eyes. He opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice.

"the host?"

　　 "Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand."

　　 "I..." Malfoy glanced at his wife beside him.

Narcissa stared at the front intently, no longer the grace of the previous meeting in Diagon Alley. Since Voldemort's return, Narcissa has been malnourished, her face is as pale as her husband, and she has long blonde hair. Hanging on her back, but under the table, her slender fingers touched Lucius' wrist lightly.

　　 Because of his wife's touch, Lucius reached into his robe, drew out his wand, and gave it to Voldemort. Voldemort raised his wand to the scarlet eyes and observed it carefully.

　　 "What is it made of?"

　　 "Elm, master," Lucius said softly.

　　 "Where is the stick core?"

　　 "Dragon... dragon heart tendon."

　　 "Very good," Voldemort said, and he took out his wand and compared it to the length.

　　 Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment, it seemed that he was hoping that Voldemort would give him his wand. His move did not escape Voldemort's eyes, and he opened his glasses hostilely.

　　 "Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?" There was a snicker among the crowd. "I saved you, Lucius. For this I destroyed Azkaban. I have given you freedom, Lucius. Isn't that enough? But I find that you and your family seem unhappy. , You lost your position because of my presence. Are you unhappy, Lucius?"

　　 "No, no, master!"

　　 "Don't lie, Lucius..." Voldemort's cruel lips stopped moving, but there seemed to be a hissing voice. When the hissing became loud, one or two Death Eaters couldn't help but tremble slightly.

　　 Voldemort is very good at taking advantage of all his advantages, including the uncommon snake tongue, even if Nagini is dead, it seems that Voldemort still loves snakes very much.

　　 If Fanlin was sitting here at this moment, he would definitely laugh at Voldemort's flashy things.

　　 Compared with the past, Voldemort is too unbearable now.

　　 arrogant, extremely confident in himself, cleverly used intimidation, and even worse threats.

　　 This is the end of the split of the soul.

　　 becomes moody and inhuman?

　　 Voldemort tapped it absently with his slender fingers, still staring at Lucius Malfoy.

　　 "I have a question. Recently, I was surprised by my discovery. Why are the Malfoys so unhappy? My return and my regaining power are not exactly what they have claimed for so many years?"

　　 "Of course it is, Master," Lucius Malfoy said tremblingly, his hands trembling to wipe the sweat from his upper lip, "We used to have a great desire... and now... and we still do."

　　 On Malfoy's left, his wife Narcissa nodded strangely and stiffly, and looked away from Voldemort and him.

　　 On his right, his son Draco had been staring at the hanging body above his head. He glanced at Voldemort and immediately looked away. Draco was terrified to stare at Voldemort.

　　 "Master," a fair-skinned woman in the middle of the table said excitedly, "It is a great honour for you to be here, to our family's house. There is nothing more pleasant than this."

She was sitting next to her sister. They were not alike at all. Her dark hair and droopy eyelids made her look like she was bearing something; Narcissa sat indifferently and stiffly, while Bellatrix Si's body leans towards Voldemort, as if words alone are not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

　　 "There is nothing happier than this," Voldemort repeated, turning his head slightly to her. "This is so meaningful, Bellatrix, for you."

　　 Her face was filled with joy and tears filled her eyes.

　　 "The master knows that I am telling the truth!" This was Bellatrix's first reaction.

"There is nothing more pleasant than this...does you make you more happy than the happy event that happened in your house this week?" Bellatrix stared at him, his mouth opened, obviously confused .

　　 "Master, I don't know what you are talking about"

"I'm talking about your niece, Bella Cretus. Also your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She just married a werewolf, that's Remus Lupin. You must be very proud. ."

　　 There was a burst of ridicule around the table. Many people exchanged pleasant glances, and a few others beat the table with their fists.

　　 Bellatrix twisted his body restlessly, his eyes full of threats.

　　 But the Death Eaters didn't care at all, continuing to laugh at the shame of Bella Cretus and the Malfoy family. Bella Cretus' face that was full of joy just now turned blush and ugly.

"Master, we don't have such a niece," she yelled in the burst of laughter, "We... Narcissa and I... Since our sister married that mudblood, we have never had any I saw her straight up. This little **** has never done anything useful to us, nor did it to the beast she married."

　　 "So, what do you think, Draco?" Voldemort asked, although his voice was very soft, but the boos and ridicule were heard clearly, "Will you care about such a bastard?"

　　 The hilarious scene freezes. Draco Malfoy looked at his father in fear, and his father was staring down at his thigh. He could only look at his mother again.

　　 Narcissa shook her head imperceptibly, and then continued to stare blankly at the opposite wall.

　　 "Enough." Seemingly bored, Voldemort said lightly, as if he was planning to let the Malfoy family go.

　　 All the laughter stopped immediately.

"With the passage of time, our oldest family has become less pure," Voldemort said indifferently under Bella Cretus' silent gaze, "You must get rid of those scum The health of the family, right? Get rid of the dregs that threaten the purity of the family's blood."

　　 "Yes, master," Bella Cretus said softly, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude again, "get it out in the first place!"

　　 "You should do this," Voldemort said, "Your family is too, the whole world is... We should all get rid of the corrupted parts, until only the pure blood remains..."

　　 "Of course, we can't let our guests wait too long, right." A joy suppressed in his chest gradually came out of Voldemort's throat.

　　 If you use any words to describe it.

　　 The sudden change of smile on his face fits well with Voldemort's current state.

　　 Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, aimed it at the body hanging above the table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and flicked it. The body groaned and came back to life, and began to try to break free of the invisible imprisonment on him.

　　 "So, do you recognize our guest, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

　　 Snape raised his eyes to look at the upside-down face. Now all the Death Eaters began to look at the captive, as if they were allowed to show curiosity.

　　 When the woman's face turned to the direction of the fire, she made a hoarse and terrified voice: "Severus, help me!"

　　 "Well, I know" Snape replied, and the woman's face slowly turned away again.

　　 "So, what about you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, tapping Draco's shoulder lightly with one of his hands.

　　 This made Draco shrank, and Draco shook his head suddenly. Now that the woman was awake, he didn't seem to dare to look at her at all.

　　 "But you can't get her class," Voldemort said, "you don't know, we are all here today because of her, Charlie Burbitch, who has been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

　　 The people around the table suddenly realized that a tall, bumpy woman with fangs giggled. The laughter was very charming. It seemed to be mixed with a different kind of magic, and the men around were infected.

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