Chapter 691 Watching the Game

Ninth floor underground, Department of Mysteries.

The chandelier swayed slowly, and the dim candlelight barely illuminated the spacious room. A glass jar filled with dark green unknown liquid was placed in the center of the room. Fish-like brains were floating lightly in the liquid. When they came close to the glass, they were covered with The gray and white cortex of the ravine is looming.

Voldemort stared straight at the brain floating in the glass jar. His bloodless face was reflected in the liquid, and the pale mass floated with the ripples. It was unclear whether it was the reflection or the brain in the jar. The picture was indescribably weird. .

He gradually became mesmerized, his pupils relaxed naturally, and his eyes became slightly unfocused, as if he was immersed in the world in the glass jar, swimming, thinking, and communicating with the brains, and his thoughts blended with each other as if they were one.

At this moment, someone walked in, and almost at the moment when footsteps sounded, Voldemort's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and scarlet blood glowed in his eyes.

"Bella..."

"Owner."

"Lukewood came to see me not long ago. He said that you were tortured crazy by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Is that true?"

"Am I crazy? Just because of those idiots in the Ministry of Magic?" Bellatrix laughed suddenly, and the sharp and harsh voice echoed throughout the room. She laughed so hard that tears flowed out.

When she had laughed enough, she wiped the corners of her eyes and said sullenly: "What do these young Aurors know about torture? Their Cruciatus Curse is just a useless red light. Rookwood should understand that only with real malice can Only then can the poor people cry under the wand!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of joy on his face: "Yes, if it were the group of Aurors led by Mad Eye Moody decades ago, they might still be able to cause us trouble, but those guys are already old. , Mad-Eye Moody was suspicious all day long, Crouch, who advocated iron-blooded methods, became the material for the master's resurrection, the Wippert brothers died, the Longbottoms became timid, and the hard-line Harold Minkan stepped down. The next elected ministers are all idiots! Especially Cornelius Fudge, we can rise again thanks to his help..."

Bellatrix lowered her head and said in a heavy tone: "Only damn Dumbledore..."

"Be patient, the final victory will definitely belong to us."

"I never had any doubts about it."

Bellatrix paused, hesitated, and then said: "Master, Severus..."

"He has temporarily proved his loyalty, but..." Voldemort slowly walked closer, stared at the witch in front of him, and said softly, "I know very well that you are my most loyal servant, right?"

"Yes, Master!"

Bellatrix responded in a low voice. She knelt down tremblingly and pressed her forehead against the Dark Lord's shoe.

"I will share with you the glory of defeating death."

"Thank you for your gift..."

Bellatrix's voice trembled with excitement, and her eyes of admiration were filled with fanaticism, "The Mark of the Dark will surely shine in the night sky again!"

…

The second Saturday in March, there's a Quidditch match today.

It was a perfect day for a Quidditch match, with little wind, white clouds, and sometimes dazzling sunshine.

Instead of sitting in the back row of the auditorium as usual, he chose a good seat to bask in the sun. Hermione was sitting on the right side. He naturally grabbed the girl's hand, put it on his lap and played with it, pinching her knuckles. , kneading the tender flesh of his palms, the boring Quidditch game became interesting.

Hermione tried to pull her hand away, but failed.

"open."

"I don't."

"Quickly take out your pebbles and play with them."

"Stones are not as fun as your hands."

Loren has been accustomed to holding the stone in his hand recently. One moment, he clearly saw him placing the stone in the palm of his right hand, making a fist and turning his hand over. The next moment, he opened his palm and the stone disappeared. Maybe it was in the palm of his left hand, maybe in the palm of his left hand. In the pocket, or maybe in Hermione's hat, it looked like Muggle magic, or some magic that I had never seen before.

Hermione pulled back her hand harder, and was immediately caught between his fingers. If she continued to use more force, it would hurt both of them. She still tried it unconvinced.

"Hiss..." Loren immediately looked at her reproachfully, "What are you doing? Watch the game."

Hermione pursed her lips and gave up resistance.

After all, he chose his boyfriend, so it was up to him.

With Mrs. Huo Qi's greeting, players from both sides began to enter the stadium.

Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff, no matter in terms of player composition or historical record analysis, it was a crushing game. There was no suspense. The student handicap didn't bother to set the odds of winning or losing.

While the players from both sides were shaking hands, a strange voice sounded above the stadium: "Welcome to today's Quidditch match. I am today's commentator, Luna Lovegood..."

The unique ethereal voice of the Mad Witch of Ravenclaw is like the ripples on an autumn lake, ethereal and calm.

Loren couldn't help but look up.

All I could see was a familiar figure sitting at the speaker's table, with long pale golden hair spread out, a necklace made of butterbeer bottle corks hanging around his neck, and pleasant humming coming from the magic microphone from time to time. Professor McGonagall next to him looked a little uncomfortable, as if he did regret the appointment.

The audience vaguely remembered that the previous commentator Smith was fired after being reported by the public for making random comments and belittling other players. There was also a notice for recruiting commentators on the bulletin board. I don't know when Luna applied for the new commentator.

Loren grinned and looked into the field.

"Luna really doesn't even come to me, a former commentator, to ask for advice."

"Yeah, I was banned after only commentating for one game."

"I don't like hearing this, so I advise you to take it back."

"I don't."

Loren frowned at her, broke her hand into the shape of a middle finger, and then was beaten.

This girl was a little unreasonable. It was obviously her own hand that pointed her middle finger at her. Why did she hit him? She had the ability to hit herself. Fortunately, he has a broad mind and doesn't care about her for the time being.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded, and the players from both sides clenched their broomsticks and stood up.

"Smith from Hufflepuff got the Quaffle, he was the one who did the commentary last time. Oh, and Ginny Weasley bumped into him, I think it might have been on purpose because it looked similar. Smith was against him last time Gryffindor was rude and I think he regrets it now...

"Oh, look, he dropped the Quaffle, and Ginny grabbed it. I like her, she's very nice...

"Now that big Hufflepuff player took the Quaffle away from her, I can't remember his name, it seemed like it was Bib, no, Baggins, it doesn't seem like -"

"It's Cadwallader!" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it any longer and leaned closer to the microphone and said loudly.

The audience burst into cheerful laughter.