Chapter 710 Parkinson's (Sincere Thanks to the Leader of the Unreal Emperor)

Voldemort, who was deeply worried by the Prime Minister, was sitting in the luxuriously decorated hall at this time, watching the rebroadcast of Owen Harris' speech on TV, and then the news commentators played their interviews with some ordinary wizards, Seeing these ordinary wizards' unabashed affection and compliments for Owen, the armrest of Voldemort's chair turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

The mysterious man simply stood up. Few of his actions were successful. How can he hit back hard at the Harris family? It is almost useless to rely on those trash, and it is more likely to fulfill their wishes by himself... Voldemort suddenly stood still, and the summoning spell used by the opponent in the duel with Allen reminded him that there was a suitable target. Surely you can do what you want.

He pressed his hand to the Dark Demon Mark on his arm, and soon, figures in black robes appeared in the room, silently waiting for his orders.

"Next, you need to collect knowledge related to the devil, especially the information about the devil that Alan Harris met in the Wizarding Triwizard Tournament." Voldemort raised a big pale hand, With a wave outside, he said with a rare generosity: "Now those Aurors are patrolling around, you can't move smoothly, then go to other countries and catch some mudbloods for me, those devils like to collect souls, catch more , when the time comes to sacrifice to him, to satisfy him... I need to make a deal with that devil prince."

Voldemort raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if the Harris that made him angry were there, his voice was very soft but full of cold and cruel killing intent, "By the way, recruit more wizards from other countries, wait for this The next time we're ready, let's make the Harrises—look good." With a jerk of his fist, the chair behind him shattered into pieces, scattered all over the floor.

Everyone stared at Voldemort tremblingly, but Voldemort's eyes turned to a delirious human body hanging upside down above the long table in the hall. On the lower left of the human body, a man with dark brown bob hair The girl with pale cheeks and a terrified expression slumped on the ground.

"We have to prune some branches and leaves now. It's time to remove those rotten leaves. Old Parkinson, when you defected, did you think about today? Cruciate." As Voldemort's voice fell, the hanging The person above the table wailed in pain. The sound dragged on and gradually weakened from shrill and sharp. The human body curled up in mid-air in pain, like a boiled shrimp, looking extremely miserable.

"However, you still have a chance." Voldemort pointed at the girl with pale and withered fingers, and she shrank back immediately, then froze in place again, "Pansy Parkinson, you can choose to save him or let him die , all worthless waste should be destroyed.”

Pansy's brown eyes were full of horror, but Voldemort tilted his head, "You want to live?"

Pansy nodded repeatedly.

"As a student of Hogwarts, you have many opportunities to accomplish, either you go to assassinate Alan Harris, or you go to assassinate Dumbledore." Voldemort turned around, did not give Pansy a chance to refuse, and then squinted She looked at Pansy with her eyes, and said to the left and right, "Of course, girls should enjoy some privileges, and you will not be alone, Pansy. Bella, Lucius, you are helping her outside, and Severus is here Hogwarts helps her, Dumbledore and Alan Harris, as long as one of these two can die, I will forgive your father."

"Of order, master." Lucius and Snape nodded, they both understood that they said they were asking Pan Xi to complete the task, but in fact they were monitoring her, leaving her no choice but to follow orders. Bella stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, "We will let this little baby know what he should do."

Almost as soon as Voldemort's voice fell, Pansy made a choice in her heart. She knew that the person Draco admired most in her heart was Alan Harris. If she assassinated Alan,

Then I'm afraid there is no hope of being with Draco at all. On the contrary, Dumbledore, taking advantage of his lack of defense against the students, might succeed in the assassination.

"Hmph, Severus, remember to teach this idiot Occlumency during the summer vacation, otherwise she will be discovered when she meets Dumbledore." Voldemort sensed Pansy's thoughts and snorted coldly, but although Letting Parkinson go to the assassination is more to vent his emotions and send her to carry out this kind of suicide mission, but it can give her some help to improve the success rate, as long as it can hurt Dumbledore to him. It works somewhat.

Although Pansy, who was overwhelmed, was not further harmed or punished, she was finally brought back to her home, but her heart never had a moment of peace. How to assassinate the greatest white wizard, for her who has not yet graduated For the little wizards in the world, it is really a big problem. Moreover, as a member of the intensive training class, it is well known that Allen is good at Legilimency, how should she hide her thoughts from him, and whether she can really learn Occlumency before the end of the summer vacation...

Late at night that night, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat motionless on a throne-like chair behind the table, staring at his blackened dog that had been corroded by the curse of black magic. hands, and his sanity does not seem to be too clear.

Then, Dumbledore raised his head suddenly, and the door of the principal's office opened automatically. Severus Snape, who had returned in the middle of the night, hurried in with a bottle of golden potion. The broken ring on the table in front of Dumbledore, the ruby ​​on Gryffindor's sword next to it gleamed in the light.

Snape immediately started chanting spells, pointed his wand at Dumbledore's injured wrist, and poured the cup of thick golden potion he brought over with his left hand into Dumbledore's mouth.

After the medicine took effect for a period of time, Dumbledore's eyes finally regained clarity and began to focus accurately.

"It's what made your hand like this?" Snape sat next to Dumbledore, and held Dumbledore's scorched hand on the table with one hand, covering his head and face with his headmaster. Growling, "You sure know it's bad for you, why touch it?!"

"It's too tempting for me, as if it made me do something stupid for my situation..." Dumbledore smiled wryly, and nodded his head in the direction of Gryffindor's sword, " Fortunately, there is it, which can destroy this Marvolo Gaunt's ring, it is one of Tom's Horcruxes."

"Drinking it up can curb the curse in the hand, but only temporarily." Snape, still looking very angry, handed the remaining liquid medicine to Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore's scorched palm, a little suspicious He gave a judgment, "But unexpectedly, its situation is better than I imagined. This is not like the style of the mysterious person. I was still wondering why you can survive until you come back and stay awake. Tell me, don't say anything else, drink it up, but this is only temporary, if you don't suppress it, it will spread sooner or later."

"How much time do I have?" Dumbledore asked as he poured the remaining golden potion into his mouth.

"It's estimated to be about three years. You are lucky. If you stop wasting magic power to fight and let this curse have a chance to continue to corrode and deteriorate within three years, if you try your best to curb it, coupled with the potion I brewed for you, you will still be very happy in the end." It is hoped that they will be completely removed." Snape, who found that things were not as bad as imagined, gave a calm answer.