Chapter 750 Plan to Assassinate Ivan Hals

Lucius' body trembled. He knew that he couldn't escape today, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak. "Master...the wizards who took the photos are extremely afraid of your power and have already fled to America in advance. I went...a step too late..."

"That means they are all alive and well?" Voldemort interrupted Lucius impatiently and said harshly.

"Master, I beg you to give me another month...two weeks...no, one week, I will definitely be able to bring all their corpses to you..." Lucius knelt down on Voldemort's body without any image. At his feet, the past pure-blood honors and aristocratic culture were all thrown behind him, and he begged in a very humble voice.

"Lucius, I have given you many opportunities, but it is a pity that you have not cherished them once." Voldemort looked at him very disappointed, and then suddenly asked. "Do you still have the diary I kept at the Malfoy's?"

Lucius Malfoy, who was begging for mercy on his knees, was stunned for a moment, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He did not expect that Voldemort would suddenly ask about this. The diary was stolen by him three years ago...

"You gave it to Ivan Hals, am I right?" Voldemort said slowly, with a trace of murderous intent appearing in his red eyes.

"Master, I just acted according to your instructions. I brought it to Hogwarts at the most suitable time and killed those Mudbloods who are not worthy of becoming wizards. I also wanted to give it to Ivan Hals. Use the master's power to kill him..." Lucius said tremblingly as his body continued to tremble.

"But you didn't accomplish any of these things, and you also caused my diary to be destroyed, and even implicated another equally important thing... How do you think I will punish you, Lucius?"

Voldemort's eyes became sharper, and before Lucius Malfoy could reply, he waved his wand angrily.

"Crucio~ (Heart-cutting out the bones)"

An indescribable pain instantly invaded his whole body, and Lucius felt as if his skin and flesh had been torn apart. He fell to the ground in a panic, twisting and wailing in pain.

Draco was stunned. He wanted to shout loudly or rush to rescue his father.

But the courage that rose up in his heart disappeared the moment he saw Voldemort. Draco seemed to be under a immobilizing curse, with a few tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, staring blankly at his father being cursed by the Cruciatus Curse. torture.

After about a minute, Voldemort put away his wand, and the screams and wails echoing in the front hall stopped.

Lucius reluctantly climbed up, begging in a low voice regardless of his wretched condition. "Master...please, please give me another chance. I have always been loyal to you, master."

"This is why I deliberately spared your life, Lucius..." Voldemort tapped the wand in his hand and turned his attention to Draco. "At least you followed my instructions and brought your son here this time."

Seeing Voldemort turning his gaze towards him, Draco took a few steps back in horror and almost fell to the ground.

Lucius was worried that Draco would say the wrong thing and offend Voldemort, so he spoke quickly. "Master, my son Draco has just turned fifteen this year and is very weak. I'm afraid he can't be of much help..."

"I think he will be more useful than you." Voldemort interrupted Lucius's words, staring at Draco, and asked casually. "I heard that you and Ivan Hals are in the same grade and have some friendship, right? Draco?"

Draco's face turned pale and he shook his head wildly. "No, Master, I have no friendship with him. Hals is the person I hate the most. He defends Potter and Weasley in the school and makes trouble for me. Snape... Professor Snape can help I bear witness!"

Having said this, Draco hurriedly looked at Snape next to him, as if he had found a life-saving straw.

Snape did not disappoint him and nodded immediately. "Yes, Master, many people in Hogwarts know that Draco and Ivan Halse are very difficult to deal with."

"Yes, I want to kill him!" Draco Malfoy shouted in fear.

"Very good. If that's the case, then go ahead and kill him!" Voldemort said with a sneer.

The expression on Draco Malfoy's face froze for a moment, and his mind was a little confused. After a while, he stammered. "But...but I am not his opponent..."

"Of course I don't expect you to confront him head-on, Draco." Voldemort said softly, "You can think of other ways, such as putting poison in the food, setting up some traps, etc."

With every word Voldemort said, Draco's face became paler and his body began to tremble.

Lucius did not expect that Voldemort would suddenly have the idea to have his son assassinate Ivan Hals.

With the opponent's cunning and strength, the possibility of being tricked is extremely slim. This is a completely fatal move.

Realizing this, Lucius didn't even care whether he would offend the Dark Lord. Even if he wanted to persuade the Dark Lord to give up the idea, under Voldemort's intentional or unintentional force, he just said the words that were on his lips. Swallowed it back.

At this moment, Draco was cornered. He kept looking around, as if expecting someone to come forward and help him, but no one responded.

Voldemort walked step by step in front of Draco.

Looking at this strange snake face so close, Draco nodded in great fear.

"Very well, Draco, you are such a brave boy." Voldemort enthusiastically put his hand on Draco's shoulder and said with satisfaction.

"If you can accomplish this, then not only will I not care about your father's faults, I will also regard you as my loyal right-hand man and...successor!"

Voldemort's voice seemed to have some kind of magic power. Draco couldn't help but think of the sight of him being commended in public after the mission was successful, and the sight of a large number of Death Eaters obeying his words, and he nodded even more vigorously.

At this moment, a voice sounded.

"Master, don't you want me to provoke a fight between Hals and Dumbledore? It might be bad if Draco attacks Hals at this time."

Voldemort turned around slightly dissatisfied and saw that the person speaking was Snape!

He did not avoid Voldemort's gaze, but there was a faint expression of confusion and worry on his face.

Voldemort stared at Snape for a while, then suddenly laughed and started to explain.

"Everything must be prepared in many ways, Severus. If your plan to provoke them fails, then Draco will naturally come in handy..."