Chapter 681 Butterbeer

"Master, you are omnipotent, let's accept the invitation to duel with him! You will definitely be able to kill that kid this time." Bellatrix Black Lestrange used her baby-like voice Falsetto said tentatively, taking a step forward.

"I believe him! This bad boy is so bad! Harris is a pure-blooded scum! If I go, do you think they will really fight me one-on-one?!" Voldemort suddenly turned around and glared at the female foodie. Dead Apostle, this made her tremble and shrink back. Voldemort, who had suffered a big loss once, did not think that Harris would have another fair duel with him, and this method of deliberately irritating him might be to deliberately lure him out - this also temporarily extinguished his desire to find trouble with the TV station. idea.

Then Voldemort looked around at the hooded faces around him. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound among these people.

"Do you believe that there is a force more powerful than me that can defeat Voldemort? Have you pledged your allegiance to others now...perhaps that arrogant boy on TV, or the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Den. Bledo..." He walked slowly past each Death Eater, and his footsteps brought a strong sense of oppression to them. He stopped in front of a tall Death Eater, "There are even betrayers among us. He is cowardly and incompetent, which disappoints me...I admit that I am disappointed..."

The short, fat Death Eater in front of him, with short pot-bottom hair and long gorilla-like arms, suddenly fell to the ground, crawling at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe - this was Old Crabbe, the father of Draco's follower Vincent Crabbe.

"Master," he shouted in a low voice, "Master, forgive me, forgive me, I don't dare to do it anymore..."

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand: "Crabbe, how dare you run away before I give the order to retreat, you are so heartbroken!"

Crabbe fell to the ground, all the fat on his body was twisting in pain, and he could only scream silently.

"Master, for the sake of Crabbe at least knowing to come back, can you forgive him this time?" Lucius Malfoy struggled for a long time, and finally stood up with a pale face and begged Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand and turned to look at Lucius Malfoy. The tortured Crabbe lay flat on the ground, breathing heavily.

Bellatrix's sharp laughter sounded: "Lucius, I can't see that you love Crabbe so much!"

"Get up, Crabbe." Voldemort said softly, "Lucius, of course you can ask me to forgive him - but speaking of him, he can also be regarded as your vassal. In this case, you need to pay his debts, and then I will Will forgive him.”

Hearing this, Bellatrix raised her head, looked at her master, and nodded excitedly. Her wand formed a pattern in her hand, and her leather boots thumped on the floor. , using the prosthetic replica of Vecna's hand, he picked up Crabbe, who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud. The tip of the wand slid across his cheek. Crabbe trembled all over and tried to struggle away, but he Under Bellatrix's control, he used the prosthetic hand to absorb the remaining energy, and his whole body relaxed again. "Fat baby, Master promised to forgive you, but I haven't. Don't worry about Lucius, he still has some use in this situation, I won't kill him."

Lucius Malfoy watched helplessly as Bellatrix carried Crabbe out of the room. Soon, Crabbe's shrill screams entered the room.

Voldemort walked into Lucius and said in a low voice: "Lucius, your son Draco Malfoy is currently studying at Hogwarts, and I heard that his relationship with Alan Harris is not bad. It seems that Entered the other party's cram school and was taught the art of Animagus transformation. Bring Draco to our house and let him come to see me. I will give him a task that can bring him glory—— Let him assassinate Alan Harris."

Lucius's face instantly became even more bloodless. He was annoyed that he had caused big trouble for his beloved son by standing up. He fell to his knees on the ground and begged Voldemort for forgiveness.

"Lucius, my cunning friend." Voldemort whispered, "How do you convince me that you are still loyal to me, Lucius? You have never looked for me. Your behavior at the World Cup is quite interesting. Wouldn’t it be better if you spent your energy on finding and helping me?”

Devoured by fear and annoyance, Lucius just knelt on the ground and said something incomprehensible. He had already made up his mind that he would never let his son come over even if he sacrificed himself. He could only hope that the Harris family could really Keep your promise to protect Draco and Narcissa.

Voldemort fixed his empty red eyes on Lucius and said lazily: "Lucius, you are hesitating. You disappoint me. I hope you will serve me more loyally and let Draco Marr Go and kill him—or Albus Dumbledore."

"Master, I have a suggestion. Lucius's little coward son is not very suitable for completing any assassination mission. I heard that in the Wizarding Contest before, that Alan Harris killed the master Monte who was good at Legilimency. Ross teased. I have met Bella's nephew. He is not like a genius who can learn Occlumency at this age. If he is asked to assassinate Dumbledore or Harris, he may be on the other side. It will be exposed if they meet face to face." Rudolfs Lestrange held his bandaged severed hand and seemed to sneer at his wife's nephew's ability. Then he added as if he had some evil idea in his eyes: "Let Lucius extract information from Draco without his knowledge, and use him as our spy at Hogwarts to find out information about Harris and Dumbledore. Master, that boy Parkinson is not He also ran away and hasn't come back yet. As punishment, when we catch him, let his little girl named Pansy complete the assassination mission."

When Rudolfs finished speaking, the room fell silent. Voldemort didn't say anything, and his silence made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.

Voldemort's face was expressionless, and his empty red eyes showed no emotion. He actually felt that what the other party said made sense. If he could keep Draco Malfoy as an internal agent, he could reveal Alan Harris's actions to him at any time. If you know it, then your side can seize the opportunity, and at some moments this may even be the key to victory. Letting Draco Malfoy assassinate Alan Harris and Dumbledore was just for catharsis - Dumbledore might be dissatisfied with the assassin who was a student because of his so-called theory of love. There will be some big moves, but Harris is obviously not a good person. As a descendant of Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy is currently the only one who can gain the trust of the Harris family, which may be more beneficial to him.

Voldemort glanced across his wrapped severed hand, narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and then told his other men: "Go and get Parkinson back for me."

Half an hour later, unlike the dark hall just now, there was a spacious and magnificent living room with crystal chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and more portraits of medieval wizards hanging on the dark blue walls. Two figures sat Ornate marble fireplace seat.

"Thank you, Rudolfs." A lazy voice sounded, but the long-drawn tone was not full of ridicule as usual, but very sincere, "You saved Draco's life..."

"Who made you my team member? The Parkinson family is not suitable for your bad boy. The master will consider his own interests." Rudolfs sat on the chair with a low and gloomy expression. He shook his head and shook his head. The severed hand was swept away by Voldemort, "I am no longer useful."

"Without your reminder, Draco wouldn't have been able to escape that mission." Lucius looked at Rudolfs' broken hand and said hesitantly: "Let's beg for mercy when the master is in a better mood, UU Read the book www.uukanshu.net Let him make you a prosthetic hand like Bella's."

Rudolfs waved his hands repeatedly, only to realize that there was no palm on the arm he was using. He smiled self-deprecatingly: "If the master is really willing, he will do it for me... Don't cause any more trouble, Lucius." . Go and get me some nuts, and then come over and watch a Quidditch video with me - there's a match between the Balikas Bats and the Montrose Magpies this morning, and I heard the Montrose Magpies have a new guy. A boy who graduated from Hogwarts actually learned the Wollongong Zigzag flying technique that can be used while hanging upside down on a starfish. Let’s open our eyes.”

"You never learned it when you were playing basketball in school, and it's even less likely that you can use it now." Lucius habitually made sarcasm to his captain, but realized that it was a bit too much, and he shook his head. Shaking his head to make his voice softer: "I'm going to get some butterbeer. We always drank it as real wine when we were in Hogsmeade..."

Rudolfs used his wand to control the TV in the living room. Accompanied by the majestic music, the yellow fonts from a diagonal overlooking angle were moving from bottom to top on the black background of the universe. Rudolfs' thick black His brows were knitted tightly: "Time is running out. There was a notice saying that the broadcast of the Quidditch video will be postponed. What kind of fake Muggle movie will be shown? It seems that this is it... What the hell is Star Wars? What the hell is Harris TV doing? They will be burned to death sooner or later..."