Chapter 1009 ? Is This Melon Ripe? (Sincere Thanks to the Lord Boundless Lin Hai)

Voldemort drew out his wand, pointed at the scarred brown wizard with short curly hair hanging upside down above the long table, and made his body rotate slightly in the air, "Some of you may not know, we are honored to invite you tonight Guest...Of course for him, his luck is not good..."

All the Death Eaters wore malicious grins. He looked up at the poor wizard. It's as if they've been given permission to show their curiosity.

"Originally the person we decided to arrest was Ms. Caredy Bubbaji, a professor of Muggle studies at Hogwarts. She had previously published an article that said that those dirty things were no different from us... She was going to use her The way... let us intermarry Muggles..." Voldemort looked around at the Death Eaters around him, and there was a burst of mocking and crazy laughter from the long table, Bellatrix's laughter was particularly crazy and sharp.

Voldemort waved his hand to stop his subordinates from echoing, and his eyes finally settled on the people in the middle of the long table on his right, "But the Carlo brothers and sisters told me Ms. The Ministry applied for extra guards...they thought they couldn't catch her...so they presumptuously arrested the hapless editor of "Witch Weekly" who published the report..."

The people at the long table watched Voldemort tremblingly, especially Pansy's father, Parkinson, who also began to tremble slightly. The temperature in Mingshi Hall was moderate, but beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes swept into the air. After hanging the wizard, he shuddered.

"I happen to have a tricky problem to solve in a short while," Voldemort stood up from his particularly ornate chair, looked at the tense faces of his followers, and drew his wand and continued, " My wand has the same core as Potter's, they are taken from the tail feathers of the same phoenix...in a way they are twin wands...we can hurt each other but we can't kill each other...if I were to kill He must use other wands."

Voldemort put his wand on the long table, walked behind every stiff Death Eater, and stood behind the Carrow brothers and sisters, pressing his fingers on their chairs. Neither of them dared to move. moving, sitting stiffly in the seat. The Death Eaters around were cautiously exchanging schadenfreude glances—Yaxley couldn't intercede, he was still sitting on the ground and didn't dare to get up.

"I think there is no reason for some people to hold wands in this operation." Although Voldemort's voice was very soft, it hit the hearts of the Carlo brothers and sisters hard, but unexpectedly, they saw The Dark Lord's outstretched hand directly took away the wand from Parkinson's waist beside them, "Laurel wood? Parkinson, what is the core of the wand?"

Immediately, the Carlo brothers and sisters held their breath, and suddenly raised their heads to stare at Parkinson.

"Master...I..." Parkinson was so nervous that he couldn't move his tongue—it was clear that the person in charge of this arrest operation was the Carol brothers and sisters, but the master wanted to punish himself.

"I noticed that you didn't complete the task he should have done... Instead, you participated in this operation to capture an insignificant wizard... Do you think that you will not be so lazy?" Voldemort looked mockingly Parkinson, "The power exhibited by the laurel wand should be very powerful, reaching a fatal level...But the laurel wand cannot tolerate a lazy owner. If the owner is lazy, it would rather be taken away by others...Theoretically it will When other wizards tried to steal it, they made lightning attacks of their own...but it didn't do it to me, what do you think is the reason, Parkinson?"

Parkinson looked up, his eyes sunken. Not daring to make too much noise, he could only reply tremblingly,

"Because I'm lazy...Master..." After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to look at Voldemort and didn't expect the Dark Lord to give him his wand. Parkinson, who hung his head, could only linger on the wand wrapped around him from the corner of his eye.

"It's not your wand that I'm going to take away next time, Parkinson." Voldemort even finished speaking with a slight smile, and then his expression turned cold. He pointed at the wizard hanging in the air with the wand he just got, Bright red eyes stared darkly at Snape's black eyes. "Then, Severus, it's up to you to keep our guest quiet before proceeding."

Without any hesitation, Snape drew out his wand coldly, and raised his hand to strike without a trace.

In an instant, the wizard's throat was cut, blood spurted out from the cut throat, and spilled on the long table in front of him. The unlucky male editor suddenly widened his eyes, and the blood poured into the throat He struggled feebly for a long time, finally lost his eyesight and lost his life. There was a bang and a heavy blunt sound. The dead wizard fell on the table, which made the table tremble and creak, and the scattered blood made the watermelons It looks redder.

"Dinner, Nagini," Voldemort said softly, and the giant snake coiled around Voldemort's chair dangled its head off the arm of his chair and slowly crawled towards the smooth wooden tabletop, "Bella, Nagini will stay too, and it will be up to you to guard it."

"Obey! Master!" Bella agreed with some joy, thinking that she had been entrusted with an important task, she immediately glanced at the giant snake that was devouring food, and her eyes couldn't help showing a bit of jealousy.

Several Death Eaters shrank back into their chairs in shock, and many of those who could only stand shrank back.

"Rabastan, this time it's up to you to take Alecto and Amycus, these two incompetent guys, they have already proved their incompetence...You still let me rest assured, you can choose some people yourself, and then You are scattered to the British Muggle community to stand by, and start setting fire immediately after receiving my order. This time, I ask each of you not to run away immediately after setting the fire, but to go to the next place to continue casting, attracting magic for our actions Attention everyone!" The magic torch on the wall shone strangely in his red eyes, and Voldemort opened his mouth and continued to arrange coldly, "Everyone else follow me, follow me to find Harry... Potter..."

Voldemort gave an order, and the Death Eaters stood up from their chairs one after another like rolling black bats. The screeching sound of chairs moving and scraping the floor resounded in the stone hall. those wizards.

"As for Severus and Lucius... I am lucky enough to allow you to wear masks this time, and we will need your activities on the surface in the Order of the Phoenix and Britain." After finishing speaking, Voldemort ignored them and turned to The head can even be regarded as gently turning to Nagini and began to whisper a few times with the Parsel, and then pointed to Bellatrix with his finger, making it temporarily obey her command.

After saying goodbye to his wife Narcissa, Lucius caught a glimpse of Parkinson who was standing at a loss and lost his wand. He paused and said to Parkinson sarcastically: "What are you doing in a daze, what are you doing later? Go buy a new wand, and hurry off to find out what you need!"

Hearing this, Parkinson raised his head and glanced at the Dark Lord quietly, and found that the master had no objection, so he quickly nodded gratefully to Lucius, followed the Carlo brothers and sisters, and quickly walked out of the stone room.

After the two groups of the Dark Lord's action teams hurriedly left the secret base, and after Bellatrix and Narcissa left, the remaining dark wizards who stayed behind dared to leave the stone hall and return to their respective posts , the melon grower stayed at the end. He disposed of the remaining clothes of the previous male editor in distaste, and then used Cleanup to clean up the blood that had begun to darken on the long table. Watermelon cleaned up the stains on the surface, then walked towards the long corridor leading to the gate.

The ponytail wizard walked out of the gate of the cellar base, and found that the sun was setting outside, and the sun could not be seen at all in the forest. Only some red clouds rolled up in the sky, and the melon grower hummed a weird little tune leisurely wandering in the In his watermelon field, he skillfully flicked the belly of the watermelon with his fingers, and then picked the ripe melon and put it in a cart beside him, ready to enjoy it when the action team came back to quench their thirst.

After finishing all this, he picked out a moderately large watermelon himself, and sat down beside the field ridge. When the ponytail wizard raised his wand and was about to cut the small watermelon, he stared at the watermelon in a daze. A wizard in a melon field full of round watermelons was wearing this weird but familiar black robe, and then he was a little hairy to find that all the pupils in the decorative orbs that looked like evil eyes were all staring at him .

The ponytail wizard swore he hadn't noticed him when he was picking the watermelon, but he had a feeling he was the one who was late.

The aura of this wizard whose face was blocked by the shadow of the hood was very dangerous, which made the melon grower wizard very bad and reminded him of his master, and then the melon grower noticed that the other party was scratching in his melon field with the soles of his feet. Some lines were drawn—and the other party was exuding cold air, looking cold and gloomy, and at first glance he was not a kind and easy-going wizard.

A gentle man's voice came from the hood: "Is this melon ripe?"

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