The Rise of Malfoy at Hogwarts

Suddenly hearing Dumbledore's name, the corners of Voldemort's eyes were raised up, like a provoked king cobra, the scarlet fierce light beating like thunder, "Just now, you—" his sharp voice fluctuated up and down, indicating His mood was not calm, "Is he like-Dumbledore?"

"Hahaha..." Voldemort's hideous face was grinning wildly, his red eyes became hollow and indifferent, as if the whole person had been enchanted. "You actually said he was like Dumbledore!" He was holding his wand. His hands didn't even make any movement, but the magic power placed on his body caused a violent squall of anger around the graveyard, so that all the Death Eaters had to stretch their hands to tighten their cloaks in order to try to stabilize their figure.

"Master, listen to me to explain—" Selwyn stepped forward and said respectfully: "The Knot family and the Carlo family are not ordinary families. Even in the Holy 28 pure blood family, they belong to the first echelon. Don't be afraid. To say something offensive, it is at least better than the Avery family and the Foley family..."

"This kind of family... You can suppress him, hit him, or even destroy him after paying a certain price... But if you want to turn them into friends, let them change their flags and change their flags instead. Take refuge in yourself and become a loyal and solid ally-this requires quite powerful means..."

　　 After all, Voldemort couldn't help but raise his hand, Selwyn's whole person flew out sideways, fell violently to the three-foot ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

　　 He fully understood what Selwyn meant, and knew that Selwyn was actually right, but the truth was often the most hurtful.

　　 Voldemort knows his character and methods. He likes to rule and discipline his subordinates with majesty and terror, and to bind people's hearts with interests. For those who refuse to accept his discipline, are unwilling to submit to him, or even take the initiative to resist him, he will obliterate them. Want to turn your enemies into friends and attach themselves to yourself? He has to admit that he really can't do it—

　　 In this regard, only the old man with white beard who talks about love and forgiveness every day has the will and ability to influence his enemy.

　　 Selwyn’s words ostensibly meant that the Malfoy boy had a personality that was not inferior to Dumbledore, but there was no lack of allusions that he was inferior to Dumbledore in this respect.

　　 That's why he couldn't control himself to take Selwyn flying. From this point of view, although he had maintained his sanity as much as possible, the magic of Horcrux still inevitably affected his temperament and made him irritable and irritable.

"Interesting... It's so interesting..." After beating Selwyn like this, Voldemort's anger slowly faded, and his tone returned to the coldness before. He pretended to be calm and said softly: "It seems, the Malfoy family, After all, I’m not the same person..."

　　 Selwyn, Foley, and Yaxley exchanged their gazes vaguely, they knew—

　　 This trick to instigate discord and use the knife to kill has been completed!

Judging from the changes in Voldemort's mood and tone, it is not difficult for them to guess that Voldemort has been persuaded by them, and in their hearts they have given up the idea of ​​soliciting the Malfoy family, and Voldemort's acting style has always been very simple, as long as it is not him. Under his command, it is equal to his enemy—and therefore it is not difficult to guess what Voldemort will take next to the Malfoy family—

　　 Cut the grass and root!

　　 It seems that the name Dumbledore is indeed Voldemort's demons.

　　 Voldemort no longer glanced at the empty seat belonging to Lucius, but continued to step forward.

　　 Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the person next to him—the gap was enough for two people to stand.

"The Lestranges should stand here," Voldemort said softly, "but they were caught in Azkaban. They are loyal. They would rather enter Azkaban than turn their backs on me... After Caban is breached, the Lestranges will receive rewards they could not dream of. Dementors will join us...they are our natural alliance...we will recall the expelled giant...I will retrieve all my loyalty Servant, once again own a group of magical animals that everyone fears..."

　　 Selwyn struggled to stand up, bent slightly, and said respectfully: "My master, the werewolf who surrendered to me from the Rohr family, will also be loyal to you."

"Very good...very..." Voldemort pointed his wand at Selwyn, a blood-red mist floated from the end of the wand, absorbed into Selwyn's body through Selwyn's robe, Selwyn Suddenly felt that the injury he had just received was healed instantly, and the magic power had increased a lot, he immediately beamed, and said loudly, "Thank you master...Thank you for the great reward..."

　　 Voldemort ignored Selwyn. He continued to walk, passing in front of some Death Eaters without making a sound, and stopped in front of others.

　　 "McNeill... Wormtail told me that you are destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? There will be something better for you to destroy soon, McNeil, Voldemort will provide..."

　　 "Thank you, master...thank you." McNeill murmured.

　　 Next, he walked up to Peter Pettigrew and made a silver-white artificial hand for Peter Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew kissed his robe gratefully.

　　 Finally, he walked to the largest gap and looked at it with hollow red eyes as if someone was standing there.

"There are six Death Eaters missing here...Three died for me, and one didn't have the guts to come back... He would pay the price. The other, I think he would leave me forever... Of course he would be put to death... And one still He is my most loyal servant, he has served me again."

　　 There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and Harry saw the masked men secretly exchanged eyes.

　　 "He is at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, thanks to his efforts, our little friends will come here tonight..."

　　A circle of people's eyes swept toward Harry. "Yes," Voldemort's lipsless mouth twisted a smile, "Harry Potter is coming to my rebirth party. We might even call him my special guest."

Then, Voldemort began his long story about how he painstakingly planned and deliberated to complete the resurrection process, and proudly told the Death Eaters: this boy is no longer his nemesis, he got Harry Potter The protection magic from her mother is flowing in the blood, and she is no longer afraid to touch him...

　　 He put his finger on Harry's forehead and smiled at Harry's painful gritted teeth.

　　 "Drill your heart!" Voldemort shouted coldly suddenly.

　　 Harry screamed in pain, shaking his head and hands and feet frantically, his screams gradually weakened. When the torture was over, he hung limply on the rope, panting violently.

"Next, I will completely eliminate the misunderstandings in everyone's minds." Voldemort said, "Now, in your presence, there is no Dumbledore to protect him, nor his mother to make sacrifices for him. I will give him and My chance for a duel."

　　 "Put him down, Wormtail, and return his wand to him."