Chapter 681 Butterbeer

"Master, you are omnipotent, we are invited to duel with him now! You can definitely kill that kid this time." Bellatrix Black Lestrange used her baby-like The false voice tentatively stepped forward and said.

"I believe him! This bastard is so bad! Harris is a pure-blooded scum! I really went, do you think they will really have a one-on-one with me?!" Voldemort turned around and glared at the female food Dead Apostle, this made her tremble and shrink back. Voldemort, who had suffered a big loss once, didn't think Harris would have any fair duel with him, and this method of deliberately provoking him might be deliberately trying to lure him out-this also temporarily put him out of trouble with the TV station idea.

Then Voldemort looked around at the hooded faces around him, and though there was no wind there seemed to be a slight rustling among them.

"You believe that there is a power greater than me that can defeat Voldemort. Have you now pledged your allegiance to someone... maybe that arrogant kid on TV, or the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Deng Bullido..." He walked slowly past every Death Eater, his footsteps gave them a strong sense of oppression, and he stopped in front of a tall Death Eater, "There are even traitors among us, He is cowardly, weak and incompetent, which disappoints me... I admit I am disappointed..."

The chunky Death Eater in front of him, with his short pot haircut and long gorilla-like arms, suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe—this was Old Crabbe, the father of Draco's henchman Vincent Crabbe.

"Master," he cried in a muffled voice, "Master, forgive me, forgive me, I won't dare again..."

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand: "Crabbe, how dare you run away before I give the order to retreat, Cruciatus!"

Crabbe, who fell to the ground, was writhing in pain all over his body, and now he could only let out a silent scream.

"Master, since Crabbe at least knows he's coming back, can you forgive him this time?" Lucius Malfoy struggled for a long time, and finally stood up pale, pleading with Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand and turned to look at Lucius Malfoy. The tortured Crabbe lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

Bellatrix's sharp laughter sounded: "Lucius, I can't see that you love Crabbe so much!"

"Get up, Crabbe," said Voldemort softly, "Lucius, of course I can ask him to forgive him-but he is also your vassal, so you will need to pay his debts in this way, and then I will will forgive him."

Hearing this, Bellatrix looked up, exchanged a glance with her master, then nodded excitedly, her wand was twisted in her hand, and her leather boots thumped on the floor , using the replica hand of Vecna's hand, he picked up Crabbe who had collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, and the tip of the wand slid over his cheek. Crabbe trembled and tried to struggle, but Under Bellatrix's control, he used the prosthetic hand to absorb the remaining strength, and his whole body relaxed again. "Fat baby, the master promised to forgive you, but I didn't. Don't worry about Lucius, he is still useful in this situation. I won't kill him."

Lucius Malfoy watched Bellatrix carry Crabbe out of the room, and soon, Crabbe's shrill screams came into the room.

Voldemort walked into Lucius and said in a low voice: "Lucius, your son Draco Malfoy is currently studying at Hogwarts, and I heard that he has a good relationship with Alan Harris. Got into the other party's cram school and was taught Animagus Transfiguration. Bring Draco to our house, let him come to me, and I'll give him a mission that will bring him glory— Let him assassinate Alan Harris."

Lucius' face became paler in an instant, annoyed that he stood up and caused big trouble for his most beloved son, he plopped down on the ground,

Ask Voldemort for forgiveness.

"Lucius, my cunning friend," whispered Voldemort, "how do you convince me that you are still loyal to me, Lucius? You never went looking for me. It was interesting what you did at the World Cup. Wouldn't it be better if you spent your energy on finding and helping me?"

Lucius, who was swallowed by fear and annoyance, just knelt on the ground and faltered to say something incomprehensible. He had already made up his mind that even if he sacrificed himself, he would never let his son come over. He could only hope that the Harris family could really Keep your promise to protect Draco and Narcissa.

Voldemort Voldemort fixed his empty red eyes on Lucius, and said lazily: "Lucius, you are hesitating, you have disappointed me, I hope you will serve me more faithfully, let Draco Marr Fook to kill him—or Albus? Dumbledore, too."

"Master, I have a suggestion. Lucius' little cowardly son is not very suitable for assassination missions. I heard that in the Wizards Tournament, that Alan Harris sent the master Monte Carlo who is good at Legilimency Ross teased a bit. I have met this nephew of Bella. He does not seem like a genius who can learn Occlumency at this age. If he is asked to assassinate Dumbledore or Harris, he is afraid that he will be one of the other. It will be exposed when you face to face." Rudolphs Lestrange supported his bandaged severed hand, seemed to scoff at his wife's nephew's ability, then turned his eyes and added as if thinking of some ghost idea: "Just let Lucius snag information on Draco without his knowledge, and use him as our Hogwarts eyeliner for Harris and Dumbledore. Master, isn't that Parkinson boy He also ran away and hasn’t come back yet, as a punishment, when we catch him, let his little girl named Panxi complete the assassination mission.”

After Rudolphs finished speaking, there was silence in the room. Voldemort didn't say anything, and his silence made the room even more frozen.

Voldemort was expressionless, and his empty red eyes could not see any emotion. He actually felt that what the other party said made sense. If Draco Malfoy could be kept as an internal response, he could disclose Alan Harris and their actions to himself at any time. If you know it, then your own side can take the lead, and at some point this may even be the key to victory. Letting Draco Malfoy assassinate Aaron Harris and Dumbledore is just for catharsis - Dumbledore may be dissatisfied with the assassins who are students because of his so-called theory of love There will be too much action, but Harris is obviously not a good stubble. As a descendant of Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy is currently the only one who can gain the trust of the Harris family. This may be more beneficial to him.

Voldemort glanced over his wrapped severed hand, narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and then told the other men: "Go and bring Parkinson back to me."

Half an hour later, unlike the dark hall just now, in a spacious and elegant living room, there are crystal chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, and more portraits of medieval wizards hanging on the dark blue walls. Two figures are sitting Seats in front of the ornate marble fireplace.

"Thank you, Rudolphs." A lazy voice sounded, but the protracted tone was not full of sarcasm as usual, but very sincere, "You saved Draco's life..."

"Who asked you to be my team member? The Parkinson family is not suitable for your bad boy. The master will consider his own interests." Rudolphs sat on the chair with a low and gloomy expression. The severed hand swept by Voldemort, "I am useless."

"Without your reminder, Draco would not be able to escape that mission." Lucius looked at Rudolphs' severed hand and said hesitantly, "We will beg for mercy when the master is in a better mood. He'll make you a Bella-like prosthetic hand, too."

Rudolphs waved his hands again and again, only to realize that the arm he was using no longer had a palm. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "If the master really wants to, he will make it for me... Don't make trouble, Lucius Go get me some nuts and come over and watch a Quidditch tape with me - there's a game this morning between the Ballycus Bats and the Montrose Magpies, and I hear the Montrose Magpies have a The kid who graduated from Hogwarts actually learned the Wollongong "Zigzag" flying technique that can be used when the starfish is upside down, let us open our eyes."

"You never learned it when you were still playing in school, and it's even more impossible to use it now." Lucius habitually sarcastically ridiculed his captain, but realized that it was too much, he shook Shaking his head to soften his voice, "I'm going to get some butterbeer, we used to drink it like the real thing back in Hogsmeade..."

Rudolphs used his magic wand to control and turn on the TV in the living room. Accompanied by majestic music, the yellow fonts inside were moving from bottom to top against the black background of the universe. Rudolphs' thick black text His brows were tightly frowned: "The time is running out. It was announced earlier that the Quidditch video will be postponed. What kind of Muggle fictional movie will be shown? It seems that this is it... What the hell is Star Wars?" Stuff? What the hell is Harris TV going to burn them to death sooner or later..."