Chapter 1074 ? The Monte Family Has the Eye of Vecna

The black and bold headlines on the front page of the magic newspaper caught Voldemort's eyes: "Babajid Akinbad apologizes publicly to the British Ministry of Magic", "Maintain or destroy,

Newspaper photos show the corresponding images in detail, and one of the most eye-catching images is Babajid Akimbad bowing and apologizing to the British Minister for Magic Owen Harris. Slumped... Newspapers flew like snowflakes, falling to the ground in a dizzying way, and Voldemort's pale, distorted face appeared behind the snowflakes.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, what is that? What is this thing?" said Voldemort softly, scanning the group of Death Eaters in the room with his scarlet, hard eyes, "how dare you Is the increased pronouncing of my name related to it?"

The room was silent. In this temporary cave, most of the Death Eaters were far away from civilization and followed Voldemort to plunder everywhere. Naturally, there was no wizard TV installed this time as a temporary base, so they were very concerned about the news. Not well-informed.

One or two wizards couldn't help shivering. No one dared to meet Voldemort's eyes. Some lowered their heads, afraid that Voldemort would look at them; more turned their eyes to Lu Xiu who brought the news from England. S Malfoy.

Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised slightly trembling hands to wipe off the sweat from his pale forehead, bowed his body and carefully approached Voldemort, his low voice was a little tense: "Master , Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone is a fantasy novel that the dastardly Alan Harris released in the Muggle world so that everyone could...

The others didn't dare to vent their anger after learning that the harassing 'phone calls' they received recently were getting worse and Harris was behind it, for fear that the owner would use them to vent his anger.

The edges of the newspapers that were scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by the flames, lifted up due to the high temperature, and made a slight whine, and turned into ashes in an instant. The air drifted away, and only the remaining ashes fell on the ground.

After the mysterious man finished burning, unexpectedly the Death Eaters didn't seem to fall into a rage, he just frowned, and asked again: "What's the matter with the apology from the International Federation of Wizards?"

"Because that novel described the events of the wizarding world in detail, so..." Lucius said, and informed the Dark Lord of what he found out about the previous meeting of the Federation.

"It's too cunning to come up with such an insidious method,"

"Harris is really arrogant. In order to achieve his goal, he will do whatever it takes."

"Damn Harris for letting those filthy, nasty Mudbloods sully his master's name!"

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The Death Eaters cursed angrily, each louder than the other, as if to show their loyalty, and Bellatrix's angry screams and curses stood out among them.

"Don't you have any pride in being a pure-blood family? My servants, don't worry, wait until I'm ready this time..." Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird and cruel smile, "No...no Well, that kid Harris would not be willing to offend so many countries for such a trivial matter as casting a curse on his name, and make other magic circles feel that Britain is so threatening...he has some other purposes..." Just finished with a smile, Because Voldemort thought of the humiliation brought to him by the opponent before and the statement in the duel,

His expression became angry and distorted when he thought he had recalled it, "The dragon slaying warrior will eventually become a dragon...huh...my servants."

Realizing the reason why the other party released himself trapped in the crystal ball, Voldemort's eyes became more humiliated and angry. He slowly squeezed fingers together one by one with his intact pale hand. He drew out his wand and pointed at himself, dispelling it. cast his own spell on the name "Voldemort".

After doing all this, Voldemort realized that he had been acting according to the "arrangement" planned for him by Harris. After this duel, he realized that he was no longer the opponent's Voldemort for the time being, and his expression became cloudy. Indeterminately forced to use the remnants of his youthful rationality in the chaotic thinking to think about countermeasures.

Seeing Voldemort's movements, the curses of the wizards in the cave gradually decreased until they became silent.

There was silence in the cave for a while, only the magic torches on the wall crackling and crackling, until the sound of hurried footsteps came from the cave again, and the Death Eaters looked at the entrance of the cave with relief.

Old Parkinson hurried in through the door, feeling the unique atmosphere, his walking posture was stiff, but thinking of the news he brought, he mustered up the courage to continue walking forward, but his figure looked Go up a little bent.

"Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Voldemort's voice was cold and slow, and his murderous eyes fell on Parkinson as if venting,

"Master, this... this..." Parkinson shuddered involuntarily as if being burned by his gaze, he quickly glanced at Lucius, and walked stiffly in front of Voldemort, almost on the same hands and feet, He lowered his head respectfully, and finally found his tongue, "Master, I have good news, I found some information about the Eye of Vecna..."

The faces of the people around were full of astonishment, the Death Eaters were agitated, and the mysterious man also felt a little surprised that the mission he had hoped for would be detected by the trash in front of him.

"Master, the traces of the Eye of Vecna ​​are related to the Monte family in Bulgaria." Under the light of the fire, Parkinson's skin was darker than before, but his deep-set bloodshot eyes were full of panic, and his voice was hoarse and rough , "In the Middle Ages, the founder of Durmstrang and the first headmaster, the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova... After her death, it was the ancestor of the Monte family, Harfon Monte, who was very Soon to succeed as the second principal."

"Idiot, what's the point?" Bella scolded sharply, "Are you going to give us a history of magic class?!"

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Parkinson trembled, and then said quickly, "I found out that the Eye of Vecna ​​appeared behind this history, and Harfon Monte dedicated it to Nerida Volcano. Baby, the founder of Durmstrang also died strangely within a year! In the history of the Monte family, there have always been wizards who were known as geniuses but unexpectedly died young... This is too abnormal...Master , All of these together can never be a coincidence, I conclude that even if the Monte family does not have the Eye of Vecna, there must be news of the Eye of Vecna."

"The Monte family..." Voldemort's drawn-out voice sounded chilling, and the torch reflected in Voldemort's red eyes, emitting a strange light, "Then, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, you have such a secret news. How did you find out?"

Parkinson heard the Dark Lord's question, and then he bent even lower, not daring to neglect at all, and replied tremblingly: "Master, Hogwarts had a student exchange activity to Durmstrang before, my daughter Pansy got the news from them..."

Bella looked very angry when she heard the words: "It's been so long, why didn't you say it before?"

Voldemort was also terribly calm. The atmosphere in the cave seemed like a volcano before it erupted, oppressive and almost stagnant.

"Master... I... really have no choice, so I mobilized all the people in my family to help me inquire about this news..." Under such pressure, cold sweat broke out on Parkinson's forehead, "I just know that Pan West knows about the situation..."

"Which exchange student did Pansy know about?" Voldemort looked at the tense face of old Parkinson, and asked without a minute or a second.

"Master...Master, this...this I...I..." Parkinson trembled even more, he stammered and faltered and raised his head, unable to make any sense, Voldemort followed Parkinson's gaze, coldly The red eyes met Lucius' annoyed eyes. His eyes were so sharp that several people beside him hurriedly looked away.

Seeing the Dark Lord looking at him, Lucius turned pale, "Master, it's my fault, Draco and Pansy are very close, they are almost inseparable in Slytherin..." He bowed low, " When Narcissa and I went back to pick up supplies this time, when Sissy and Draco were chatting, I only found out that both he and Pansy knew this information...for Parkinson...I pointed this out to Parkinson way..."

Parkinson, who was terrified, suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe. "Master!" he wailed, "Master, please forgive me! Forgive us!"

"Malfoy and Parkinson, a combination of pure blood and pure blood..." Voldemort's calm, chilling voice did not change at all, and his eyes moved from the shivering old Parkinson to Lucius again, hissing He said, "Lucius, did Draco find out when he was in Durmstrang, or did someone tell him? According to your previous introduction, Bulgaria and Britain don't seem to be getting along well?"

"Master, I have confirmed it before I came here. There is a part of the record in Durmstrang's library. It is well known in Bulgaria that the talented wizard of the Monte family is prone to die early..." Lucius carefully Conceived of the meaning behind Voldemort's unusual caution today, he understood that his former master had developed some fear during so many confrontations, and worried that he would fall into his new master's trap behind his back.

"The Parkinsons are not worthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you..." Voldemort straightened his waist, raised his head, and glanced at the Death Eaters in the cave. A high-pitched and clear command sounded: "Now, my servant Pack your things, folks, in thirty minutes we're headed to Bulgaria."

The sound of rustling magic robes was heard, and the Death Eaters walked outside in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, and the ceiling of the cave was shaken by the huge sound, and some gravel fell down. and dust. Horror almost passed through everyone's hearts, but before they had time to think about it, they nervously pulled out their wands almost instantly.

"One of you idiots is being followed!" Voldemort's empty red eyes looked like the roof of the cave, as if he could see the scene outside the cave, his voice resounded through the cave, drowning out the sound of the explosion, Then he turned his head and said to Lucius quickly, "Protect Bella..."

Bellatrix looked overwhelmed with emotion. She stretched out a wand and pressed it on her Death Eater mark, eager to know what was going on outside.

There were quite a few Death Eaters who did the same thing as him. Some Death Eaters couldn't help but exclaimed, "What's going on?" when they couldn't get an answer, but the continuous explosions and shrill cries Their doubts were quickly wiped away.

"Master, there are Aurors outside...the British Aurors are attacking us..." A panic-stricken Death Eater staggered into the cave. Rolling and crawling, he rushed to Voldemort's feet.

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters in the cave, and some secretly exchanged glances. In this thrilling explosion, mixed with the shouts of the Death Eaters, the mysterious man also pulled out his wand.

"Master! Don't go! Maybe Alan Harris is here too..." Bellatrix screamed, noticing Voldemort's eyes, and shrinking back in fright, "No, master, of course you don't have to be afraid of that bad boy... But we can deal with the Monte family first and then go to Germany...then the master will win more beautifully..."

Lucius stared at Bella, who was regarded as his sister-in-law according to his relationship. He had already learned from Narcissa that this crazy and unscrupulous woman in front of him often had nightmares after being attacked last time. The new owner was terrified—Lucius had been thinking about how to save Bella after knowing that Bella risked her life to save Sissy last time, but the other party's enthusiasm for the Dark Lord and his personality made him completely afraid Disclose a little bit of this tendency.

"My servants, let's go directly to Bulgaria after we don't need anything... Let's finish more important tasks as soon as possible and then return to England for revenge." Voldemort's tone seemed a bit reluctant, and then he whispered, "Let's go, Nagini." Said After finishing, the corners of his mouth were completely still, but the hissing sound became louder and louder. Nagini crawled over awkwardly, the snake wobbled and stood upright, and Voldemort pressed his hands on Nagini's head. go.