Chapter 1,214

"Master, I also have good news about this. After going through a lot of hardships, I finally succeeded in casting the soul-stealing curse on Bius Kniss."

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

This is indeed exciting news.

"That's just the beginning," Voldemort said. "Diknis alone is not enough. Before I can act, we must surround Scrimgeour. Any failure in taking the Minister's life will set me back a long way." especially at such a critical time."

"Yes, Master, that is indeed the case, but you also know that as the director of the Magic Execution Department, Bius Kniss can often contact not only the minister himself but also the leaders of various departments in the department. I think, now Having such a high-level official under our control is very beneficial to us in subduing others, and then we can use them to bring Scrimgeour down," Yaklis said with a smile. He respected Voldemort, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with his work.

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

"Whether or not our friend Decnis is discovered before he drags the rest of us down," said Voldemort, "we are not guaranteed to take the Ministry of Magic before next Saturday. If we cannot win at the finish line, To intercept that boy, then we have to do it on the way."

"We have an advantage in this area, Master." Yaxley said immediately, he seemed to want to be recognized by others, "We have placed a few people in the Department of Magical Transport. If Potter appears or uses the Floo Network, we will You'll know immediately."

"If he had any sense, he would not use any of these methods," said Snape. "The Order will not use any means of transport that are controlled or regulated by the Ministry of Magic. They have no regard for the location. Remain suspicious of everything, and have you forgotten who is in the Order of the Phoenix? Mad-Eye Moody, or Sirius? "

"In the face of the master's absolute power, it is nothing more than a broken dog," said Ackles. "Speaking of which, thanks to you, Snape, and our Malfoy, Dumbledore is dead. Isn't it?"

"Yes, even if he is here, it is just a little trouble for us." Voldemort said, with a dangerous signal flashing in his eyes, "But Severus is right, they will not choose magic. It's a partial transportation method, but..."

"That's better, isn't it?" Voldemort said, "Then he has to be moved outdoors, so we can catch him more easily." Voldemort looked up at the slowly rotating body again, and then said: "I I have to deal with the boy personally. The plan related to Harry Potter is full of flaws, some of which are caused by me. The reason why the boy Potter is alive today is not so much because of his victory. mistakes made."

Everyone at the table looked at Voldemort with fear. It could be seen from everyone's expressions that they were afraid that Voldemort would blame themselves for Harry's survival.

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

"I was too careless, and was delayed by the fatal problems of luck and chance in my perfect plan. But I understand now, understand what I didn't understand before. I must be the one to kill Potter, It will definitely be me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp, long and painful wailing suddenly sounded, as if in response to these words.

Many people around the table looked under the table in shock. The sound seemed to come from under their feet.

"Wormtail," Voldemort said in the same calm, thoughtful tone as before, his glasses still staring at the spinning body above, "didn't I tell you to keep our prisoners quiet?"

"Yes, Master...Master," a short man in the middle of the table said breathlessly. He had been sitting so low that at first glance his chair seemed empty.

He climbed out of his chair and ran across the room, leaving a strange silvery shimmer in his wake.

"As I just said," Voldemort looked at his panicked followers and continued, "I now understand that before killing Potter, I need to do something, such as asking those of you Someone borrowed a wand, it was important, Potter always relied on the combination of his wand to briefly confront me, although now I can completely... abandon it!"

Voldemort said, an unstable light spread from his palm, silently, and the space in front of him seemed to be wiped out.

"However, I still intend to do it in the way of a wizard. That is enough, isn't it!" Voldemort said slowly, which felt like he was talking about a trivial matter.

Deprive a wizard of his telepathic wand.

Here are his loyal subordinates, which is very relaxing in itself, isn't it?

All the faces around Voldemort were filled with shock for a moment, as if he was asking to borrow one of their arms.

For a moment, the scene became eerily quiet, and even Akris was not claiming the credit.

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

Lucius Malfoy raised his head in horror. His skin looked sallow in the firelight, and there were shadows around his sunken eyes. He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound.

"Owner?"

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

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

Narcissa stared straight ahead, no longer as elegant as when they met in Diagon Alley. Ever since Voldemort returned, Narcissa looked malnourished. Her face was as pale as her husband, and her long blond hair Hanging on her back, yet under the table, her slender fingers touched Lucius' wrist lightly.

Because of his wife's touch, Lucius put his hand into his robe, pulled out the wand, and handed it to Voldemort. Voldemort raised his wand to his crimson eyes and observed them carefully.

"What is it made of?"

"Elm, Master." Lucius said softly.

"Where's the wand core?"

"Dragon...Dragon heart tendon."

"Very well," said Voldemort, taking out his wand and comparing its length.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment, he seemed to be expecting Voldemort to hand over his wand to him. This movement did not escape Voldemort's eyes, and he widened his glasses with hostility.

"Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?" There was a chuckle from the crowd. "I saved you, Lucius. I destroyed Azkaban for this. I have given you freedom. Isn't that enough, Lucius? But I find that you and your family don't seem to be very happy. , are you unhappy that you lost your position because of my appearance, Lucius? "

"No, no, Master!"

"Stop lying, Lucius..." Voldemort's cruel lips were no longer moving, but there still seemed to be a hissing sound. As the hissing grew louder, one or two of the Death Eaters could not help but tremble slightly.

Voldemort is very good at taking advantage of all his advantages, including the uncommon Parseltongue. Even though Nagini is dead, Voldemort seems to still love snakes very much.

If Fanlin were sitting here right now, he would definitely laugh at Voldemort's flashy things.

Compared to the past, Voldemort now is really unbearable.

Arrogant and extremely confident in himself, he skillfully uses intimidation methods and even worse threats.

This is the result of a split soul.

Becoming moody and dehumanizing?

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

"I have a question. I've been surprised by this discovery I've made recently. Why are the Malfoys so unhappy? My return, my return to power, isn't that what they have claimed to desire all these years?"

"Of course, Master," Lucius Malfoy said tremblingly, wiping the sweat from his upper lip with trembling hands, "We were so eager in the past... and now... and we still are. "

To Malfoy's left, his wife Narcissa nodded curiously and stiffly, looking away from Voldemort.

On his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging above his head before, glanced at Voldemort and immediately looked away. Draco was extremely afraid of looking into Voldemort's eyes.

"Master," said a fair-skinned woman in the middle of the table excitedly, "it is a great honor for us to have you here, in our family house, and there could be no greater joy than this."

She sat next to her sister, who looked nothing alike. Her dark hair and droopy eyelids made her look like she was suffering from something; Narcissa sat cold and stiff, while Bellatrix Si's body leaned towards Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

"There is no greater joy than this," repeated Voldemort, turning his head slightly toward her. "It means so much to you, Bellatrix."

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

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

"There is nothing more joyful than this... Wouldn't you be more happy than the happy event that happened to your family this week?" Bellatrix stared at him, her mouth opened, obviously very happy. Puzzled.

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

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

A round of jeers erupted around the table, many people exchanged pleasant glances, and several people pounded the table with their fists.

Bellatrix twisted her body uncomfortably, her eyes full of menace.

But the Death Eaters didn't pay attention at all and continued to laugh at Bellacritus and the Malfoy family's shame. Bellacritus's face, which was full of joy just now, instantly turned red and ugly.

"Master, we don't have such a niece," she shouted in the midst of the laughter, "We... Narcissa and I... have never had a niece since our sister married that mudblood. This little bastard has never done anything useful to us, nor to the beast she married."

"So, what do you think, Draco?" Voldemort asked, although his voice was very soft, it was clear enough to carry through the boos and jeers, "Do you care about such a little bastard?"

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

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

"That's enough." Voldemort said calmly, seemingly bored, as if he was planning to let the Malfoy family go.

All laughter stopped immediately.

"As time goes by, our oldest families have become less pure," Voldemort said calmly under Bellatrix's pleading silent gaze, "You must weed out the scum to maintain your integrity. The health of the family, right? Get rid of the dregs that threaten the purity of the entire family's bloodline."

"Yes, Master," Bellacritus said softly, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude again, "cull at the first opportunity!"

"You should do this," Voldemort said, "your family as well, the whole world... We should all eliminate the corrupted parts until all that remains are pure bloods..."

"Of course, we can't keep our guests waiting too long, right?" A suppressed joy gradually came out of Voldemort's throat.

If there are any words to describe it.

The smile suddenly changed, which was very consistent with Voldemort's current state.

Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it at the body hanging above the table, and flicked it. The body groaned and came to life, and began to try to break free from the invisible imprisonment on his body.

"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 prisoner as well, as if they were allowed to show curiosity.

When the woman's face turned towards the fire, she uttered a hoarse and frightened voice: "Severus, help me!"

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

"And you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, tapping Draco's shoulder gently with one of his hands.

This made Draco shrink up, and Draco shook his head violently. Now that the woman was awake, he seemed to dare not look at her at all.

"But you won't be able to attend her class," Voldemort said. "You don't know that we are here today because of her, Charrielle Burbage, who has been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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