Hogwarts Everything is Three

The black and bold front page headline of the magic newspaper caught in the eyes of Voldemort: "Babajid Akinbard Publicly Apologizes to the British Ministry of Magic", "Maintenance or Destruction, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" finally concluded ", "Mysterious Man, no, please call him Voldemort"...

The newspaper photos show the corresponding pictures in detail. The most eye-catching picture is the picture of Babajid Akinbad bowing and apologizing to the British Minister of Magic Owen Harris. The picture shows him bowing his head and looking very Declining... The newspapers fluttered like snow flakes, falling dazzlingly on the ground, and Voldemort's pale and distorted face appeared behind the snow.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer'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, "Dare to dare lately The increase in my name is related to it?"

The room was silent. In this temporary cave, most of the Death Eaters were far away from civilization and looted and plundered everywhere with Voldemort. As a temporary stronghold, there was no wizard TV installed this time, so they were informed about the news. Not well-versed.

One or two wizards couldn’t help but shiver. No one dared to look at Voldemort’s eyes. Some people lowered their heads for fear that Voldemort would look at them; more turned their eyes to Lu Xiu who brought British news. Malfoy.

Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised his slightly trembling hand to wipe off the sweat from his pale forehead, arched his body and carefully approached Voldemort, his low voice was a little tight: "Master , "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" is a fantasy novel published by the despicable Alan Harris in the Muggle World so that everyone can... can call out the owner's...name."

　　 Others did not dare to show up after learning that the harassment ‘telephone’ received in recent days was getting worse and was caused by Harris. They were afraid that the master would use them to vent their anger.

The edges of the newspapers scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by the flames. They cocked due to the high temperature and uttered a slight wailing. In a flash, they turned into ashes, and wisps of smoke rose from the newspapers and quickly The air drifted away, and only the remaining ashes fell on the ground.

　　 After the mysterious man burned, it was unexpected to the Death Eaters that he did not seem to be in a rage. He just frowned and asked, "What's the matter with the apology of the International Federation of Wizards?"

　　 "Because that novel described things in the magical world in detail, so..." Lucius said, and informed the Dark Lord of the information he had discovered about the previous federation meetings.

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

　　 "Harris is really arrogant, in order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to do anything."

　　 "Let those dirty, nasty mudbloods stain the owner's name, Harris **** it!"

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　　 The Death Eaters cursed angrily, each louder than the other, as if they could show their loyalty in this way, and Bellatrix's angry screams and curses were especially prominent among them.

"I don't have the pride of being a pureblood family? My servants, don't worry, wait until I'm ready this time..." Voldemort's lipsless mouth twisted into a weird and cold smile, "No... it's not right. , The Harris kid is not willing to curse such trivial things for his name, he is willing to offend so many countries so that other magic circles think that Britain is so threatening... He has some other purposes..." Just finished with a smile. Voldemort thought of the humiliation the opponent had brought him and the statement in the duel, his expression became angry and distorted when he thought he had recalled, "The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon...huh...my servant."

Realizing the reason why the other party released himself trapped in the crystal ball, Voldemort's eyes became more humiliating and angry. He slowly pinched the intact pale big hand with fingers one by one. He drew his wand and pointed it at himself, dispelling it. He cast his own spell on the name "Voldemort".

After doing all of this, Voldemort realized that he had been acting according to the'arrangement' that Harris had planned for him. After this duel, he realized that he was no longer the opponent Voldemort for the time being, and his expression began to be cloudy. Uncertainly, he was forced to use his remaining sane thinking in his youth to think about countermeasures.

　　 Seeing Voldemort's movements, the cursing voices of the wizards in the cave gradually reduced until silent.

　　 The cave was silent for a while, only the magic torches on the wall made the crackling sound of flames bursting open, until the rush of footsteps came from the cave again, and the Death Eaters looked at the entrance of the cave in relief.

Old Parkinson hurriedly walked in from the door, feeling this unique atmosphere, his walking posture was stiff, but thinking of the news he had brought, he plucked up the courage to continue walking forward, but his body looks Go up and squat a bit.

　　 "Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Voldemort's voice was cold and slow, his ferocious gaze fell on Parkinson like catharsis.

"Master, this...this..." Parkinson shivered involuntarily as if being burned by his gaze. He quickly glanced at Lucius and walked stiffly in front of Voldemort, almost on the same hands and feet. He bowed his head respectfully and finally found his tongue, "Master, I have good news, I found some information about the Eye of Vicner..."

　　 The faces of the surrounding people were full of astonishment. The Death Eaters were agitated, and the mysterious man also felt a little surprised that his hopeless mission would be detected by the waste in front of him.

"Master, the trail of Vecna's Eye is related to the Monte family in Bulgaria." Parkinson's skin looked darker than before, but his bloodshot eyes were full of panic, and his voice was hoarse and rough. "In the Middle Ages, the Bulgarian witch Nerida Vokanova, the founder of Durmstrang and the first principal... After her death, it was the ancestor of the Monte family, Harfon Monte, who was very He soon succeeded as the second principal."

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

"Ah! Sorry!" Parkinson shivered, and then said as quickly as an endorsement, "I found out that the Eye of Vecna ​​appeared behind this period of history, and Harfon Monte dedicated it to Nelida Vocano. Baby, the founder of Durmstrang died bizarrely within a year! In the history of the Monte family, there have been so many genius wizards who died young unexpectedly... This is abnormal... Master , The combination of these is by no means a coincidence. I believe that even if the Monte family does not have the Eye of Vecna, there must be news of the Eye of Vecna."

"Family Monte..." The prolonged voice of Voldemort sounded chilling, and the torch was reflected in Voldemort's red eyes, emitting a weird light, "Then, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, such secret news for you. How did you detect it?"

Parkinson heard the Dark Lord’s question, and then he bent lower, did not dare to neglect, and replied tremblingly: "Master, there was an exchange program to Durmstrand before Hogwarts, my daughter Pansy learned the news from them..."

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

　　 Voldemort was also terribly calm, and the atmosphere in the cave seemed to be a volcano just before the eruption, depressing and dull, almost stagnant.

"Master...I... really can't help it, so I mobilized everyone in my family to help me inquire about this news..." Under such pressure, the cold sweat on Parkinson's forehead was pouring out, "I just knew Pan West knew about the situation..."

　　 "Which exchange student did Pansy learn from?" Voldemort looked at the nervous face of old Parkinson, and there was no gap between them, and he asked.

"Lord...Master, this...this...I...I..." Parkinson's whole body trembled more severely. He stammered and raised his head, unable to say anything. Voldemort followed Parkinson's gaze coldly. The red eyes met Lucius's somewhat annoyed gaze, his gaze was so sharp, several people next to him quickly looked away.

Seeing the dark lord looking at him, Lucius looked pale, "Master, it's my fault. Draco and Pansy are very close. They are almost inseparable in Slytherin..." He bent down low." When I went back to pick up supplies with Narcissa this time, and while Cici and Draco were chatting, I only accidentally discovered that he and Pansy both knew this information...for Parkinson's.. I pointed it to Parkinson. All the way..."

　　 Parkinson was frightened and suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled under Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe. "Master!" he pleaded, "Master, please forgive me! 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 again, hissing asked Said, "Lucius, did Draco find this by himself when he was in Durmstrang or was someone told him? According to your previous introduction, Bulgaria and the United Kingdom seem not to deal with each other?"

"Master, before I came here, in order to properly confirm it, there is a part of the record in Durmstrang's library. The easy death of the genius wizards of the Monte family is also known in Bulgaria..." Lucius was careful in his heart. Carrying the meaning behind Voldemort's unusual caution today, he understood that his former master had developed some fear in so many confrontations, and worried that he would fall into the trap of his new master behind him.

"The Parkinson's is a bit unworthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you..." Voldemort straightened his waist, raised his head, scanned the Death Eaters in the cave, and said loudly and clearly, "Now, my servant People, pack things, and in thirty minutes, we will head to Bulgaria."

The sound of the rustling magic robe rubbing sounded, and the Death Eaters walked outside in an orderly manner. Suddenly a huge explosion sounded, and the roof of the cave was shaken by the huge sound, and some rubble fell. And dust. The horror almost swept through everyone's hearts, but before they could think about it, they drew out their wand nervously almost instantly.

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

　　 Bellatrix looked so touched, she stretched out a magic wand on her stomach and pressed it to her Death Eater mark, eager to know the situation outside.

There are also many Death Eaters like him who did not get an answer. Some Death Eaters could not help but exclaim, "What's going on." But there were continuous explosions and screams. Soon their doubts were obliterated~www.ltnovel.com~Master, there are Aurors outside... the British Auror is attacking us..." A panicked Death Eater staggered into the cave with the walls Trembling, more and more stones fell, and he scrambled to reach Voldemort's feet.

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

"Master! Don't go! Maybe Alan Harris is also..." Bellatrix screamed, noticing Voldemort's eyes, and then flinched back. "No, of course the master doesn't have to be afraid of that bad boy... But we can solve the Monte family first and then go to Germany...then the owner will win more beautiful..."

Lucius stared at Bella, who was regarded as his elder sister-in-law. He had learned from Narcissa that the crazy unscrupulous woman in front of him had often had nightmares after being attacked last time. The new owner was terrified-Lucius had been wondering how to save Bella after knowing that Bella had sacrificed his life to save Cici last time, but the opponent's enthusiasm and character for the Dark Lord made him completely afraid Tell me a little about this tendency.

"My servants, if we don't need things, go directly to Bulgaria...Let us finish the more important business as soon as possible and then return to England for revenge." Voldemort's tone seemed reluctant, and then he whispered, "Go, Nagini." After that, the corners of his mouth were completely motionless, but the hissing sound became louder and louder. Nagini crawled over a little awkwardly. The snake swayed and stood upright. Voldemort's hand pressed against Nagini's head. go with.