Chapter 1317: Sores

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My father's hesitation and stubbornness made the conversation end unhappily. Pansy opened the door and rushed out of her temporary home. The wind blew in from the open window in the corridor, and the cold air enveloped her instantly.

The little witch of Slytherin held her hands on the railing, thinking about what she should do next: except for the top floor, there are no restrictions on her anywhere else. As for the young Dark Lord, apart from praising her from a distance when she first delivered supplies, she could no longer contact him.

Pansy had no expression on her face, but she was depressed in her heart. The Dark Lord kept his address secret like this, which meant that he had never trusted an outsider like her. Once Principal Harris came over, there was no way to confirm the Dark Lord's location immediately. , he will definitely choose to escape, and if he takes the risk of using those strange things given by Harris, if he is discovered, this Dark Lord with a good temper will obviously not let Parkinson go.

Pansy sighed, knowing that there were only two things she could do now: one was to continue to persuade her father to return to Harris as soon as possible; the other was to try to find out the distribution of people here and find out which rooms the average Death Eaters lived in. figure things out.

In the corridor on Pansy's father's side, a door closer to the stairs was opened. A man opened the door and saw this side. He was wearing a fur hat, round sunglasses, and a beard. He also held a showerhead in his hand.

"Pansy, you little guy, why are you standing here blowing the cold wind? Be careful there are a lot of dirty Muggle boys here, be careful they harass you..." He walked over with his head held high, and asked in a good mood, "I Have you opened the Christmas gift that Graham gave you? Unfortunately, my current conditions are limited and I don’t have anything suitable for a beautiful girl like you at home... When our goal is achieved in the future, we will get you something much better than this. "

"Mr. Renault, thank you..." Pansy felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to say some polite words, but seeing the sincere concern on the other person's face, it stuck in her throat. She raised her hand to pretend to tidy up the hair on her forehead. Hiding the uneasiness on his face, he simply said truthfully, "I just had an argument with my father, and I haven't had time to watch it yet."

Death Eater Renault's eyes were not as ferocious as he usually stared at the Muggles, and were even a little doting. He glanced at Pansy's face and the door closed behind her, and saw that the little girl still had a look of grievance. He thought he understood the reason. He softened his rough voice, rubbed Pansy's bob hair carelessly and comforted him, "It is indeed a bit unfair to live with Muggles now. If you be patient, Master will improve soon." .”

"There are more and more Mudbloods on the floating city." Pansy nodded and followed the other person's tone to acknowledge the other person's guess.

"Uh... But when you go back later, it's best to stay away from the Malfoy boys. You are already a grown up girl, so you should understand the reason..." Reno persuaded Pansy with some hesitation, but later he seemed to regard her as Little girl, "You can go back after the festival. It's not very safe here. Although you can do magic, you won't be in danger... As I just said, the boys here in Eastern Europe are quite rude... You are so beautiful that you will be pestered." of."

"I will, thank you." Pansy lowered her head so that the other party could not see the sad look on her face. The kindness of these old acquaintances and distant relatives of Parkinson's made Pansy, who had ulterior motives for coming here, feel heavy in her heart. "I'm going out to help buy some things later. Do you want me to bring you something?"

"Bring me some milk." Renault said, his expression became a little happy, "My wife and eldest daughter will also come to celebrate the festival with me. Then you and your father will come to my place for dinner."

On the top floor of Pansy and Raynor's Muggle house.

The young Voldemort put his arm on the railing and was leaning down to watch Pansy and Graham talking below. He looked directly into Pansy's eyes coldly and without emotion - just because of the protective spell, the people below I don't understand what's going on here. His eyes became increasingly hollow and cold, fixed on Pansy, and it took him a long time to look away.

"Master, I heard that Pansy Parkinson was very close to the son of the Malfoy family and the youngest daughter of the Harris family at Hogwarts..." The tall and thin guard with a long face standing beside Voldemort lowered his head and reminded, "Should we find a reason to drive her back or should we..."

The young Dark Lord did not respond directly to his guard. His lips moved slightly, but he asked another unrelated question: "Stan, are you wanted?"

"No, Master... I'm basically responsible for guard work and haven't been out much..." McClan suppressed the doubts rising in his heart. Not daring to ask any more questions, he lowered his head and answered honestly. From his perspective, he could see that the master was tight and smooth. The mandible pointed downward.

"Stan, that's just right. I'll give you an important secret mission..." Voldemort turned around, his thin and handsome face facing the guard who was obviously excited, "You prepare some good quality boxes with the Traceless Telescopic Charm cast on them... Whether you make it yourself or buy it, wait for a while and wait for your colleagues to provide the resources, then find a night to put them all in... Don't let others see it."

"As you command, Master." Guard Stan, who was entrusted with the important task and his cheeks were red, answered without hesitation, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. In shock, he raised his head suddenly and asked in a trembling voice, "Master? "

Voldemort's handsome face showed a bit of coldness and ruthlessness: "I'm going to make a wanted list in the next few days. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net compile a list of all the people who are not wanted and give it to me."

"Yes, Master." Stan didn't dare to ask more questions, but he had a bad guess in his heart.

"Now there are some diseases in our team. We must prune the branches and leaves to keep them healthy." Voldemort's black jade-like hair swayed, and his eyes were fixed on Stan. There seemed to be some impatience in his eyes, but he was still gentle. A voice came out of his throat, "For example, the old Parkinson you are worried about, his Occlumency is not as good as his daughter who has been studying at Hogwarts for several years after the reform... This grassroots position has long been If you are shaken, you have long thought of betraying me, but now you just want to hedge your bets."

At this time, Stan found some shadow of the snake-faced owner in the other person's expression and tone. He bowed lower and did not dare to say a word.

"Don't worry, the goal I told you is indeed my plan." Voldemort's slender hands smoothed out his wrinkled magic robe due to pressing on the railing, raised his chin and said, with a weird smile on his lips, "I I really want to lead you to invade a Ministry of Magic and control the local magic world... However, I think only those who are not wanted... and the few who are sincerely loyal to me are eligible to enjoy my rewards... As for Parkinson These speculators, when the time comes, we will dig out these sores that will harm us...""

The guard held his breath and stared at him earnestly.

"So do you understand? I will personally arrange more defenses against divination and prophecy magic on this floor. Don't let Pansy come up." Voldemort pointed at several locations around his room, "In addition, When nothing happens, ask your people to use phantom movement. This is also a kind of detection..."