Chapter 710 Parkinson (Sincere Thanks to the Leader of the Alliance, Illusionary Great Emperor)

Voldemort, who was deeply worried by the Prime Minister, was sitting in the luxuriously decorated hall, watching Owen Harris's speech replayed on TV, and then the news commentator played their interviews with some ordinary wizards. Seeing these ordinary wizards' unabashed affection and praise for Owen, the armrests of Voldemort's chairs turned into ashes and fell to the ground. If you want to watch the complete version for free, please search it on Baidu.

The mysterious man simply stood up. Very few of his own actions were successful. How could he fight back hard against the Harris family? It is almost useless to rely on those wastes. It is more likely to fulfill their wishes by stepping forward... Voldemort suddenly stood still. The summoning spell used by the other party in the duel with Allen reminded him that there was a suitable target. You can definitely fulfill your wish.

He pressed his hand on the dark mark on his arm, and soon, figures in black robes appeared in the room, silently waiting for his instructions.

"Next, you have to collect knowledge related to the devil, especially the information about the devil that Alan Harris met at the Triwizard Tournament." Voldemort raised a big pale hand and went to He waved outside and said with rare magnanimity: "Now those Aurors are patrolling around. If you can't move smoothly, then go to other countries and catch some Mudbloods for me. Those devils like to collect souls, so catch more." , when the time comes, I will sacrifice it to him to satisfy him... I need to make a deal with that devil."

Voldemort raised his gaze and looked into the distance, as if the Harrises who made him resentful were there, his voice was very soft but full of cold and cruel killing intent, "By the way, recruit more wizards from other countries, and wait for this Once we're ready, let the Harrises - look good." He clenched his fist suddenly, and the chair behind him turned into pieces and scattered on the floor.

Everyone was looking at Voldemort tremblingly, but Voldemort's eyes were cast on a human body that seemed to be unconscious and hanging head down above the long table in the hall. On the lower left side of the human body, there was a man with a dark brown bob hair. The girl slumped on the ground with pale cheeks and a horrified expression.

"We have to prune some branches and leaves now. It's time to clear away those rotten leaves. Old Parkinson, when you defected, did you ever think about today? Cut out your bones." As Voldemort's words fell, the hanging The person above the table let out a painful wail. The sound lasted for a long time and gradually weakened from shrill and sharp. The human body curled up in pain in mid-air, like a cooked shrimp, looking extremely miserable.

"However, you still have a chance." Voldemort pointed his pale and dry finger at the girl. She immediately shrank back and froze in place, "Pansy Parkinson, you can choose to save or let him die. , all worthless waste should be destroyed.”

Pansy's brown eyes were full of fear, but Voldemort tilted his head, "Do you want to live?"

Pansy nodded repeatedly.

"As a student of Hogwarts, you have many opportunities. Either you go to assassinate Alan Harris, or you go to assassinate Dumbledore." Voldemort turned around, giving Pansy no chance to refuse, and then narrowed his eyes. He looked at Pansy with his eyes and ordered to the left and right, "Of course, girls should enjoy some privileges. You will not be alone, Pansy. Bella, Lucius, you are assisting her outside, Severus is here Hogwarts helps her, Dumbledore and Alan Harris, as long as one of these two people dies, I will forgive your father."

"As you command, Master." Lucius and Snape nodded. They both understood that they said they were asking them to assist Pansy in completing the task, but in fact they were trying to monitor her, leaving her with no choice but to do as she was told. Bella stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, "We will make this little baby understand what she should do."

Almost as soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Pansy made a choice in her heart. She knew that the person Draco admired most in her heart was Ellen Harris. If she assassinated Ellen, she would probably end up with Draco. There is no hope of being together at all. On the contrary, Dumbledore might have succeeded in assassinating the students by taking advantage of him.

"Hmph, Severus, remember to teach this idiot Occlumency during the summer vacation, otherwise she will be discovered when she faces Dumbledore." Voldemort snorted after sensing Pansy's thoughts, but although Letting Parkinson go for the assassination was more of a suicide mission to vent his emotions. However, it could get her some help and increase the success rate. As long as he could hurt Dumbledore, that was fine for him. It works somewhat.

Although Pansy's thoughts were seen through, she was not further harmed or punished, and was finally brought back to her home, but she never had a moment of peace in her heart. How to assassinate the greatest white wizard, for her who has not graduated yet? For the little wizard, it is really a huge problem. And as a member of the training class, it is well known that Allen is good at Legilimency. How should she hide her thoughts in front of him? Can she really learn Occlumency before the end of the summer vacation...

Late that night and close to early morning, in the Hogwarts principal's office, Dumbledore sat motionless on the throne-like chair behind the desk, looking at his bird that was scorched black by the curse of dark magic with a dazed look in his eyes. hand, and his mind no longer seems to be very clear.

Then, Dumbledore suddenly raised his head. The door to the principal's office opened automatically. Severus Snape, who had returned in the middle of the night, hurriedly walked in with a bottle of golden potion. He saw at a glance the The broken ring on the table in front of Dumbledore, and the ruby ​​on Gryffindor's sword next to him sparkled in the light.

Snape immediately began to recite a spell, pointed his wand at Dumbledore's injured wrist, and poured the cup of thick golden liquid he had brought over with his left hand into Dumbledore's mouth.

After the medicine took effect for a while, Dumbledore's eyes finally regained their clarity and began to focus accurately.

"Is it what made your hands like this?" Snape sat next to Dumbledore, UU reading www.uukanshu.net held up Dumbledore's blackened hand on the table with one hand, and covered his head with his face. He just growled at his principal, "You must know it will be bad for you, why do you still touch it?!"

"It tempted me too much, as if it was targeting my situation, it made me do stupid things..." Dumbledore smiled bitterly, and nodded his head in the direction of Gryffindor's sword, " Fortunately, it can destroy Marvolo Gaunt's ring, which is one of Tom's Horcruxes."

"Drinking all of it can suppress the curse on the hand, but it is only temporary." Snape, who still looked very angry, handed the remaining potion to Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore's blackened palm with some suspicion. He made a judgment, "But unexpectedly, its situation is better than I imagined. This is not like the mysterious man's style. I was still wondering why you could stay awake until you came back." Tell me, don’t say anything else first, drink it up quickly, but this is only temporary, if it is not suppressed, it will spread sooner or later.”

"How much time do I have?" Dumbledore asked as he poured the remaining golden potion into his mouth.

"It's estimated to take about three years. You're lucky. If you don't waste your magic power fighting to let this curse continue to corrode and worsen within three years, but try your best to contain it, and with the potion I brewed for you, it will still be very good in the end. There is hope that they can be completely removed." Snape, who found that things were not as bad as he thought, answered calmly.