Chapter 1074? The Monte Family Has the Eye of Vecna

The black and bold front-page headlines of magical newspapers caught Voldemort's eyes: "Babajid Akinbad publicly apologizes to the British Ministry of Magic", "To protect or to destroy, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" has finally been decided. ", "Mysterious Man, no, please call him Voldemort"...

The newspaper photos showed the corresponding pictures in detail. The most eye-catching picture was of Babajide Akinbad bowing and apologizing to the British Minister of Magic Owen Harris. In the photo, he lowered his head and looked very serious. Decadent... The newspapers flew like snowflakes, falling to the ground in a dizzying manner, and Voldemort's pale and twisted face appeared behind the snowflakes.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, what is that? What is this?" Voldemort said softly, scanning the group of Death Eaters in the room with his scarlet, cold eyes, "How dare you recently Does the increase in people saying my name have anything to do with it?”

The room was silent. In this temporary cave, most of the Death Eaters were far away from civilization and followed Voldemort to rob and plunder. Naturally, as a temporary stronghold, wizard TVs were not installed this time, so they were not aware of these news. Not well informed.

One or two wizards couldn't help but shuddered. No one dared to look into Voldemort's eyes. Some lowered their heads for fear that Voldemort would look at them; more of them turned their attention to Lu Xiu, who had brought the news from Britain. Malfoy.

Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised his slightly trembling hands to wipe away the sweat on his pale forehead, bowed his body and cautiously approached Voldemort, and his low voice was a little tight: "Master "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" is a fantasy novel published in the Muggle world by the despicable Alan Harris so that everyone can...can shout the master's...name."

Others were afraid to speak out after learning that the harassing 'calls' they had received in recent days were getting worse and that it was Harris who was behind it, fearing that their owners would use them to vent their anger.

The edges of the newspapers scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by the flames. They curled up due to the high temperature and let out a slight whine. In an instant, they turned into ashes. Wisps of smoke rose from the newspapers, and soon they were there. It dispersed in the air, leaving only the remaining ashes piled on the ground.

After the mysterious man finished burning, to the surprise of the Death Eaters, he didn't seem to be furious. He just frowned and asked, "What about the apology from the International Federation of Wizards?"

"Because that novel describes things in the magical world in detail, so..." Lucius said, informing the Dark Lord of what he had discovered about the previous meetings held by the Federation.

"It's so cunning to come up with such an insidious method,"

"Harris is really arrogant and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals."

"Harris deserves to be damned for letting those filthy, vile Mudbloods tarnish his master's name!"

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The Death Eaters cursed angrily, each one louder than the other, as if this could show their loyalty. Bellatrix's angry screams and curses stood out among them.

"Don't you have any pride as a pure-blood family? My servants, don't be impatient, wait until I'm ready this time..." Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird and cold smile, "No... that's not right. , that boy Harris is not willing to offend so many countries and make other magical circles feel that Britain is so threatening for such a trivial matter as putting a curse on his name... He has some other purposes..." He just finished with a smile, Voldemort thought about the humiliation that the other party had brought to him before and the statement he made in the duel, and his expression became angry and distorted when he thought he had recovered, "Dragon-slaying warriors eventually become evil dragons... hum... my servants."

Realizing the reason why the other party released himself trapped in the crystal ball in the first place, Voldemort's eyes became even more humiliated and angry. He used his intact pale hand to slowly pinch the fingers together one by one. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at himself. His own curse on the name "Voldemort".

After doing all this, Voldemort realized that he had been acting according to the 'arrangement' planned by Harris. After this duel, Voldemort realized that he was no longer his opponent for the time being, and his expression became gloomy. Uncertainly forced to use the remaining rationality of his youth in his chaotic thinking to think of countermeasures.

Seeing Voldemort's actions, the curses of the wizards in the cave gradually decreased until they were silent.

The cave was silent for a while, with only the crackling and crackling sounds of the magic torches on the wall, until the sound of rapid footsteps came from the cave again, and the Death Eaters looked at the entrance of the cave with relief.

Old Parkinson hurriedly walked in from the door. Feeling the unusual atmosphere, his walking posture became stiff, but thinking of the news he had brought, he mustered up the courage to continue walking forward, but his body shape showed that I got a little rickety when I got up.

"Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Voldemort's voice was cold and slow, and his ferocious eyes fell on Parkinson like he was venting his anger.

"Master, this... this..." As if being burned by his gaze, Parkinson shuddered involuntarily. He quickly glanced at Lucius, and then walked stiffly to Voldemort, almost with the same hand and feet. He lowered his head respectfully and finally found his tongue, "Master, I have good news. I found some information about the Eye of Vecna..."

The faces of the people around him were full of astonishment, the Death Eaters made a burst of excitement, and the mysterious man was also a little surprised that the mission he had no hope of could be discovered by this waste in front of him.

"Master, the traces of the Eye of Vecna ​​are related to the Monte family in Bulgaria." Under the firelight, Parkinson's skin looked darker than before, but his deep-set, bloodshot eyes were full of panic, and his voice was hoarse and rough. , "In the Middle Ages, the founder of Durmstrang and the first principal of the Bulgarian witch Nelida Volkanova... After her death, it was the ancestor of the Monte family, Halfon Monte, who was very He soon became the second principal."

"Idiot, what's the point?" Bella scolded in a high voice, "Are you going to give us a history of magic lesson?!"

"Ah! Sorry!" Parkinson trembled, and then said quickly as if he was giving an endorsement, "I found out that the Eye of Vecna ​​appeared behind this period of history, and Halfon Monte dedicated it to Nelida Vulcano. Baby, the founder of Durmstrang also died mysteriously within a year! In the history of the Monte family, there have always been wizards who were known as geniuses but died unexpectedly young... This is too abnormal... Master , these together cannot be a coincidence, I conclude that even if the Monte family does not have the Eye of Vecna, there must be news about the Eye of Vecna."

"The Monte family..." Voldemort's long and drawn-out voice sounded chilling, and the torch reflected in Voldemort's red eyes, emitting a strange light, "Then, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, you have such secret news. How did you find out?"

Parkinson heard the Dark Lord's question, and then he bent even lower, not daring to neglect at all, and replied tremblingly: "Master, Hogwarts had an exchange program for Durmstrang before, my daughter Pansy learned the news from their mouths..."

Bella looked very angry when she heard this: "It's been so long, why didn't you say it before?"

Voldemort was also terrifyingly calm. The atmosphere in the cave seemed like a volcano before it erupted, depressing and almost stagnant.

"Master... I... really had no choice, so I mobilized everyone in my family to help me find out the news..." Under such pressure, cold sweat broke out on Parkinson's forehead layer by layer, "I just knew that Pan Xi knows the relevant situation..."

"Which exchange student did Pansy learn about?" Voldemort looked at old Parkinson's nervous face and asked without a moment's delay.

"Master...Master, this...this I...I..." Parkinson's body trembled even more violently. He stammered and hesitantly raised his head and couldn't say anything. Voldemort followed Parkinson's gaze and said coldly The red eyes met Lucius's slightly annoyed gaze. His gaze was so sharp that several people nearby quickly looked away.

Seeing the way the Dark Lord looked at him, Lucius turned pale, "Master, it's my fault. Draco and Pansy are very close. They were almost inseparable in Slytherin..." He bent down low, " When Narcissa and I went back to get supplies this time, and when Sissi and Draco were chatting, I accidentally discovered that both he and Pansy knew this information... For Parkinson's sake... I pointed this out to Parkinson. Road…”

The frightened Parkinson suddenly fell to the ground, crawling at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe. "Master!" he begged in a mournful voice, "Master, please forgive me! Please forgive us!"

"Malfoy and Parkinson, the combination of pure blood and pure blood..." Voldemort's calm, chilling voice did not change at all. His eyes moved from the trembling old Parkinson to Lucius, and asked in a hissing voice. He said, "Lucius, did Draco find out by himself when he was in Durmstrang or was someone told him? According to your previous introduction, Bulgaria and Britain don't seem to be getting along well?"

"Master, in order to make a proper confirmation before I came here, there is a part of the record in Durmstrang's library. It is also known in Bulgaria that the talented wizards of the Monte family are prone to die young..." Lucius said carefully in his heart. Thinking about the meaning behind Voldemort's unusual caution today, he understood that his former master had developed some fear after so many confrontations, and was worried that he would fall into the trap of his new master again.

"The Parkinson family is not worthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you..." Voldemort straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the Death Eaters in the cave. A high-pitched and clear command sounded: "Now, my servant People, pack your stuff and in thirty minutes we’re heading to Bulgaria.”

The sound of rustling magic robes was heard, and the Death Eaters walked outside in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded. The roof of the cave was shaken by the huge sound, and some gravel fell down. and dust. Horror almost passed through everyone's hearts, but before they had time to think about it, they nervously pulled out their wands almost instantly.

"Idiots, one of you is being followed!" Voldemort's empty red eyes looked like the top of the cave, as if he could see the scene outside the cave. His voice resounded through the cave, drowning out the sound of the explosion. Then he turned to Lucius and quickly ordered, "Protect Bella..."

Bellatrix looked very moved. She stretched out her wand and pressed it on her Death Eater mark, eager to know what was going on outside.

There were many Death Eaters like him. When they couldn't get an answer, some Death Eaters couldn't help but scream, "What's going on?" But there were continuous explosions and shrill shouts. Their questions were quickly buried.

"Master, there are Aurors outside...It's the British Aurors who are attacking us..." A frightened Death Eater staggered into the cave and fled. The walls were shaking and more and more stones fell. He looked disgraced. He rolled and crawled to Voldemort's feet. UU reading www.uukanshu． net

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters in the cave, and some people were secretly exchanging glances. Amidst this thrilling explosion, mixed with the shouts of the Death Eaters, the mysterious man also pulled out his wand.

"Master! Don't go! Maybe Alan Harris is here too..." Bellatrix screamed, noticing Voldemort's eyes, she shrank back in fear, "No, of course Master doesn't have to be afraid of that bad boy... But we can deal with the Monte family first and then go to Germany... then the master will win more beautifully..."

Lucius stared at Bella, who was considered his sister-in-law. He had already learned from Narcissa that this crazy and unscrupulous woman in front of him often had nightmares after the last attack. It seemed that she had been possessed by him. The new owner was frightened - Lucius had been thinking about how to save Bella after knowing that Bella risked her life to save Sissy last time, but the other party's fanaticism and personality of the Dark Lord made him completely afraid Reveal a little bit about this tendency.

"My servants, don't take your things and go directly to Bulgaria... Let us complete more important tasks as soon as possible and then return to England for revenge." Voldemort's tone seemed a little reluctant, and then he whispered softly, "Let's go, Nagini." By the end, the corners of his mouth were completely motionless, but the hissing was getting louder and louder. Nagini crawled over somewhat clumsily, the snake stood upright with its front half unsteadily, and Voldemort's hand pressed on Nagini's head. go.

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