Chapter 1313 ? Confidence

The floor-to-ceiling windows are surrounded by dark green curtains, and the sunlight seizes the opportunity to pass through the curtains lifted by the wind and enter the room. The sudden sunlight flashes away on the wall with dark flower design.

Cheers came from the TV in the room. On the small screen: Allen cut off Voldemort's palm and was speaking sarcastic words. The TV gave a close-up of the red-eyed and noseless wizard with a painful and hateful face.

The mysterious man who was feared by countless people was defeated by Alan Harris. The TV station will repeat these clips from time to time to give ordinary wizards a sense of confidence and security.

A slender wizard with jet-jet hair, thin cheeks, who looked only in his early twenties was sitting on the sofa opposite the TV, and beside his slender hand was a book written by Rita Skeeter under a pseudonym. The book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" published by the Muggle world.

There was a snap.

The TV was turned off and the screen was pitch black.

The wizard turned his eyes from the TV to the book he picked up at hand, and his eyes stayed on a line of words - "Only heard Quirrell's terrifying scream and Voldemort's vicious growl...but this may be what was going on in his mind." Hallucination."

The slender wizard frowned, his eyes gleamed with anger, his handsome face was ignited and cold, like an elegant cat suddenly screaming and showing its sharp teeth.

There was another muffled snap.

The wizard closed the book in his hand, and his slender fingers pinched the book cover tightly. The book cover was crumpled, and the place where the fingers pinched hard was even broken and deformed.

But gradually, the wizard's body relaxed, he calmed down his frowning brows, and let go of the book with his fingers.

The black-haired wizard touched the cover of the book with his fingers, and all the damaged and wrinkled places were restored to new. Then he stood up and walked to the red-brown bookshelf in front of the dark flower wall, and inserted the novel again.

The wizard turned and walked out the door, the sound of leather boots knocking on the light gray tiles, he walked all the way to the patio stairwell at the end of the corridor. The Muggle residential building he is in has only thirteen floors. Although it is not luxurious, it is simple and symmetrical, highlighting calmness. Each room is a square shape, and the functional space division and location layout reflect A trace of rigor.

The stair handrails painted in dark brown are stacked and meandering down. The stair railings are all carved with iron crafts. The long, stacked stairs make people feel dizzy when looking down from the top floor. At both ends of the aisle at the stairs, there are continuous arches and corridors, and the corridors are houses with similar layouts.

On the whole, this building is elegant, exquisite and comfortable, but the dark colors of black and brown and the dark brown doors make the room a bit depressing.

At this time, the wizard was standing in the corridor on the highest floor, leaning on the railing with his slender fingers and looking down from the patio. Unlike the desertedness of this floor, the various Muggles downstairs were living normally, just like I can't see the weirdness of their top floor.

"Master." The Death Eater who was in charge of guarding at the corner of the stairs looked up and saw the wizard, greeted him immediately, and took the initiative to report, "We have allocated the supplies sent by the Mulciber family..."

"Loyal family... Mulciber showed his unique talent for 'humor' with Mudbloods when he was in school." The young Voldemort's gaze stayed below, and he ordered the guards in an elegant tone, "Go Downstairs, knock on the doors of those lazy ones, and let them come upstairs."

"Yes, my master..." The Death Eater guards responded, bowed, and began to walk downstairs—the Death Eaters lived scattered in this building, and they didn't clean up everything like before. Muggles, when choosing occupied houses, chose bachelors as much as possible to avoid exposure.

Soon, the young Voldemort's living room was filled with the rustling of cloaks, and many wizards in black cloaks soon gathered in the living room. Their presence made the slightly gloomy space even darker.

"It is not easy to collect this magical knowledge...but I hope you will continue to work hard..." The wizard's fingers slid across the parchments piled up on the table in front of him, and some of them were even new textbooks from Hogwarts , He opened a volume casually, looked at it and put it aside, "The performance of many of our families is surprising. They are loyal and have raised a wealth of supplies, which provides us with protection... This will bring us The necessary weapon for the ultimate victory..." The young Voldemort glanced over the group of mechanically nodding but silent wizards in the living room, and a concerned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I noticed that your mental state is not good. Is the wet and cold weather in London taking your life away?"

"Master?" some Death Eaters uttered in astonishment.

Voldemort continued to stare at the group of Death Eaters, casually playing with the parchment, and after a short silence, a slightly high-pitched voice sounded: "Friends, I know that many of you feel bleak about your future, and even less so when you are young. Possibly over Aaron Harris...."

"Master...I didn't..."

"Master...I'm not..."

"Master...don't be blind...uh..."

Such words made the Death Eaters flustered, and they quickly became more energetic and showed their interest: some straightened up, some seemed unable to sit still, and all looked at their master with their eyes.

"I regard you as my 'real family', so I decided to tell you some of our future plans." The young Voldemort simply wore a black robe and his hair was neatly combed. Thin cheeks, but it all suits him, which makes him very handsome and charismatic, "Don't forget the original intention of our establishment, the status and power of pure-blood wizards should be above mudbloods and those who can't magic , and shall make them our slaves..."

The Death Eaters didn't dare to say anything more, but whether the expressions on their faces were sincere or not, they tried their best to express their positive attitude.

"In terms of magical attainments, I am indeed no match for Alan Harris..." Young Voldemort admitted that his voice was a little unnatural at this time, and his eyes were glowing red, and then he paused for a while, and changed back to Confident voice, "but I have regained my youth and my sanity now...it makes me wonder why we are staring at this small piece of England? I won't let you go on going around like you used to Burning, killing, looting, it's not that I'm afraid..." Voldemort looked at his subordinates with a smile, "It's that I have a greater plan... There are countless magical worlds in the world, and with our power, the magic that wants to invade these countries It is not too difficult to find a way to replace it..."

"Master, Graham is determined to follow in your footsteps!" A short and fat man standing not far from the bookcase said a little excitedly, panting.

A few Death Eaters by the bookcase also laughed, though they hadn't quite figured out what Voldemort was up to.

"We now have this kind of opportunity and capital." The young Voldemort's voice came to the ears of the Death Eaters, "As long as we successfully change our appearance and have an official identity... we don't need to be hostile to the British wizarding community, Although they mistakenly swapped 'Pure Blood Supremacy' for 'Sorcerer Supremacy'... we don't have to interfere in their internal affairs, just as there's no reason why they shouldn't interfere in ours... and here in Durmstrang Even if this school has been infiltrated by Harris, in a land where only pure-blood students are admitted, we can build a new magic school in line with our Death Eaters' thinking... Speaking of which, this is still Alan Harris The incident that drove Dumbledore away inspired me..."

Voldemort's confirmed voice echoed in the room. Compared with the initial perfunctory, many of the Death Eaters were already blushing at the future he described. The atmosphere in the living room became warm, and the other Death Eaters They exchanged pleasant glances, shouted their allegiance to the Dark Lord, and several bowed low, wishing they could kneel on the ground to show their allegiance.

"Master, the Mulciber family will spare no effort to achieve the master's goal!" Mulciber seemed to feel the blood in his body buzzing like wings, "I'll write to my family later, asking them to come back again." Do everything you can to dispatch more resources!"

"Master! I have already asked my family to prepare supplies a few days ago, and they will be delivered soon." Old Parkinson also blushed at this time and made a decision, and the previous hesitation was swept away——Malfoy He and Snape have been proven to be traitors, Lestrange has also disappeared, and many people chose to go to the United States during the previous split, and now those Death Eaters who were valued by the Dark Lord before are not in sight now. Beside the Dark Lord who is sensible enough but not so bloodthirsty.

This made the Death Eaters who were already confused and desperate about the future clearly realize this opportunity.