Chapter 955? Whether It's a Wand or a Fist
"Lucius, you've done a good job this time, unlike those idiots who can't do little things well." Voldemort asked loudly towards a shivering figure in the stone hall, "How is it, Parkinson, When will I hear definitively about the Eye of Vecna?"
"Master...Master...I...I will do my best...as soon as possible..." The sweat on the forehead of the old Parkinson who had no idea at all, and then he was used by Bella with a big belly The wand turned into a whip, twitched and fell to the ground, begging for mercy.
"Lucius, the prestige of the Malfoy family in the UK makes it more suitable for you to remain in the UK...to continue to connect with the oppressed pure-bloods...As for Harry Potter...on the issue of Harry Potter...we let Potter has lived until now..." Voldemort raised his gaze again, looking at Lucius, "When Potter reaches adulthood, the magic that protects him will be invalid. So, apart from making good alliances, Lucius, the rest of you Focus on gathering information on Potter and the Order of the Phoenix... This matter is up to you, Lucius, and keep your son away from contact during the holidays, and don't interfere with the relationship between him and Harris... Put it on Blog The disappearing cabinet in the Bojin store was sent back to Albania... As for the matter that I told you to dig the ruins, I will leave it to..."
Voldemort's calm voice paused, his thoughtful eyes gliding over the wizards in the stone hall.
Lucius Malfoy knew in his heart that before Dumbledore and Allen lived together in Hogwarts, the masters did not dare to enter easily; and now Hogwarts has become Allen's private property, but behind him there is still With the gods as the backing, it is really not safe or secure to deal with Potter at Hogwarts. Therefore, the most critical time point is after Potter's summer vacation and before school starts. Use this time to assassinate Potter—and the disappearing cabinet is a backup follow-up method, which can be used to sneak into the Hogwarts.
"My lord Dark Lord...let us go...the wolf cubs and I will dig it out for you." As a werewolf, Fenrir Greyback and his men were not accepted by Voldemort strictly because of their special identities. Death Eaters are not eligible to be branded with the Dark Mark—it's just that the long-term life in the underground palace has suffocated these guys.
"Master, I suggest that maybe Rudolphs can be in charge of this matter, you know... He used to be good at the history of magic at school, and he can tell what should be touched and what should not be touched. I can do a good job handover with him. "Lucius Malfoy hastily recommended the person in his mind to be his friend to take over.
Rudolphs, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Lucius, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.
"Still trying to get Rudolphs a copy of the Hand of Vecna? Lucius?" Voldemort's red eyes narrowed and stared at Lucius Malfoy sharply.
Lucius was fascinated by the words, and he lowered his head. Under the reflection of the fire, his skin looked sallow, and he admitted in a hoarse voice: "I pray for the mercy of the master."
"Master, instead of raising a trash, it's better to find something for him to do." Bellatrix raised her chin, her voice full of contempt.
Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, looked at Bellatrix, paused for a moment, and twitched the corner of his cold mouth: "Our Rudolphs has to complete a small trial in order to get rewards and rewards that do not belong to him. Mission...that's it, let's end the meeting..."
Voldemort got up cleanly and walked towards his personal study, letting himself disappear from the hall.
"You're too risky..." Narcissa gave Lucius a reproachful look when she passed by, and gently squeezed Lucius' wrist with her slender fingers.
Then he helped Bellatrix back to her room.
Many Death Eaters were not in a hurry to leave the stone hall. They gathered around Lucius, deliberately showing admiration, and wanted to build a good relationship with the red man in front of the master. Completed several tasks.
"I really envy you, Lucius. Although the master has been in a good mood these days, you are the first one to give such a clear compliment." A strong little woman, she showed her shaved shoulders and let herself approach Lucius complimented her, this action made her hunchback even more hunchback.
Beside her, a stout man with a quirky smirk echoed his crooked mouth. Like the woman, he was hunchbacked, with a pale doughy face and small mung bean eyes—he It was Amycus Carrow, and the hunchbacked woman was his sister, Alecto Carroll.
The Carlo family is one of the holy twenty-eight pure-blood families. Both brother and sister participated in the first wizarding war, but managed to escape from Azkaban's imprisonment after the mysterious man lost power. Recently, the moody mysterious man has made everyone They all felt fear, which made the two brothers and sisters who had high self-esteem had to decide to compliment the Dark Lord's current celebrity.
Fenrir Greyback watched with his arms folded without saying a word. Seeing the faces of these Death Eaters eager to curry favor with Lucius, he grinned disdainfully. The Dead Apostle hastened his pace and left the stone hall.
"Lucius, if it's not convenient for you according to the master's request, you can let Draco stay at my house..." Old Parkinson got up skillfully after confirming that the Dark Lord and Bellatrix were not in the hall, "What happened at Hogwarts that day caused a sensation among wizards all over the world. In those few days, the TV station repeatedly broadcast the video and invited many so-called experts to comment. Dumbledore's ruined fate made the master even more difficult to figure out... "
Like most of the Death Eaters here, they've learned how to survive under the whip of their master and mistress.
"Be careful what you say, Parkinson, or you'll have to be whipped..." Crabbe got up from his seat, and as Malfoy's vassal family, he leaned over and whispered in Lucius' ear that he was his eldest at school Some information from Lucius, the mysterious man's attitude towards Dumbledore's expulsion is hard to guess.
"Speaking of which, the Harris family are too bastards. They are more pure-blood traitors than the Weasley family. How can they care so much about those mudbloods with impure blood? Are you right, Lucius..." Parkinson Relying on his previous understanding of Lucius, he deliberately said something that he thought he would like to hear, "Those outsiders are not as united as we are. We British Death Eaters were the first to follow the master. We should unite. The foreigners here It's been getting more and more lately...we have to be careful."
After exchanging pleasantries, Lucius managed to get rid of the Death Eaters and returned to his room, only to find that Rudolphs had been sitting on a chair in the room waiting for a long time.
Hearing the movement at the door, Rudolphs stood up and walked straight to Lucius. Before Lucius could speak, he raised his intact arm and punched Lucius hard on the chest. Face, "I told you last time, don't take such a risk!"
Lucius' head was severely beaten to the side, and he staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his figure. He raised his hand and wiped away the blood from his nose, "Do you really want to do this for the rest of your life? ? You see, the master agreed this time."
Lucius looked at the blood on his hand, and then punched Rudolphs. Rudolphs blocked Lucius' attack with his hand. Lucius grabbed Rudolphs and threw a punch. The fist hit him hard in the stomach. Rudolphs only had one hand, and he couldn't attack when he used it to block, so he could only dodge as much as possible and wait for an opportunity to fight back. In the end, Rudolphs, who got angry, didn't dodge at all, but directly resisted with his body, and attacked Lucius with his intact arm. The two went back and forth, punched, kicked, entangled and struggled for a long time, and finally sat down on the ground, panting shoulder to shoulder, panting.
The faces of both of them were full of colors. In comparison, Lucius' condition was much better than Rudolphs, who had a bruised nose and a bloody mouth. After all, he had two healthy hands, while Rudolphs could only use one fist. attack.
"I couldn't beat you before, whether it's a wand or a fist..." Lucius reached out and touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth, hissed in pain, and his eyes fell on Rudolphs' broken arm, "Just for For this reason, I will ask the master..."