The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 244 Pre-plan Meeting

"Dare to appoint Umbridge as the new headmaster of Hogwarts at this time?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and commented on the new issue of "Daily Prophet": "I don't know if it's my deterrent power. Too weak or Dumbledore was infinitely magnified in his heart."

"It must be the former! Jie Jie... Smelly brat, let's kill the Ministry of Magic thoroughly! Especially those bastards in the werewolf management department!" Fenrir Greyback rarely left Malfoy Manor directly, He even ran over to have breakfast—a piece of bloody beef.

"So, why are you a 'barbarian' still here? You have lowered the temperament of the entire manor! And you don't care about the group of werewolves under your hand?" Weiss put down the newspaper and looked at it with twitching corners of his eyes. A ferocious man squatting on a gorgeous armchair eating beef.

"Hehe, stinky brats are good at temper! I was taught a lesson yesterday, do you want me to teach you a lesson today?" Fenrir Greyback grinned strangely at Weiss.

"In the last two months or so in the Forbidden Forest, you have never won." Weiss raised his eyebrows and looked at this man's "confidence" that was different from ordinary people. After thinking about it, he said in a firm tone: "You have suffered Abusive tendencies?"

"Bastard kid, believe it or not, I tore you apart after transforming!" Fenrir Greyback crunched the steak bone in his mouth, and looked at Weiss angrily.

"Okay, okay, you're going to tear me apart, I'm so scared! Help!" Weiss calmly raised the knife and approached Fenrir Greyback, looking at a large piece of meat in front of him. Rou said, "This one looks delicious, which one have you never eaten?"

"Not anymore!" Fenrir Greyback laughed wildly after quickly licking the entire piece of beef.

"As expected of a werewolf." Weiss rolled his eyes and gave Fenrir Greyback a thumbs up, stomped his feet, and said loudly, "Twinkle, get me the exact same one, smaller."

"Crack!" As soon as Weiss finished speaking, a piece of steak that was only burnt on the surface and still bloody after cutting appeared on the dinner plate in front of him: "Well, it smells like blood." Weiss leaned over to the steak Qian took a deep breath and nodded in admiration.

"..."

"Hmm... It's a pity that it's not as delicious as expected." Weiss cut it open and took a sip, shaking his head with his mouth curled up.

...afternoon...

"Everyone is here." Weiss said to Voldemort, who was sitting in the upper seat and was meditating with his eyes closed.

"Speak." Voldemort still closed his eyes and waved his sleeves at Wes.

"We're calling everyone today because we're going to do something big." Weiss shrugged, stood up and clapped his hands at a group of Death Eaters sitting around the table, and after drawing their attention, he said, "Still Yes, please keep quiet, your master is... catching up on sleep."

"Fake sleep." Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded, and he pulled out his wand and shot Wes without even looking at it.

"Oh, take a nap." Weiss also quickly pulled out his wand, released the Iron Armor Curse to block it, and continued without seeing what the spell was hit by the reflection: "We will go to the Ministry of Magic in a few months , As for why it will take a few months, it is because I am injured all over my body and cannot move violently, and the defense of the Department of Mysteries will be extremely strict during this period of time for some reason. As for why I went to the Ministry of Magic, you can understand that it is Traveling and the like, because in that place, you need to get one and a half things for your Lord Dark Lord..." Weiss slowed down and continued when everyone nodded in understanding: "First of all, the most important thing It's the 'Prophecy Ball', where's it on... Nagini?"

"Sigh~"

"Oh, Row 97, thank you, please remember it too, so as not to make a mistake. The things in the Department of Mysteries are mysterious and dangerous. Don't expect anyone to save you when you make a mistake, because at that time you It will be the same as the dead Bode, but instead of Saint Mungo, he will stay in Azkaban for a long time." Weiss nodded to Nagini and continued.

"Counting from bottom to top, it's probably the seventh row. If they haven't checked those prophecy balls too carefully, then there will be a prophecy ball that I have unlocked the defensive spell. That is our target."

"Everyone has to try it, take it if you can, if you can't take it up, it means that only relevant personnel can touch it, like me and Nagini, you can't get it. And when everyone can't take it up, you Just wait, hide yourself, and don't be discovered. Because our remaining half goal will help us get it, and that half goal is 'Savior-Harry Potter'."

Upon hearing Harry Potter's name, the entire meeting room became noisy in an instant.

"Quiet." Voldemort's voice was faint, but there was an unquestionable taste, and the meeting room fell silent again in an instant.

"This is the goal of 'one and a half', this 'one' is what you have to do, and this 'half' is optional, because for him, as long as the Dark Lord touches him, it is a matter of a spell. And this 'half', the Dark Lord will 'cheat' him out of Hogwarts, as for how to do it, that is not your business." Weiss waited for everyone to calm down before continuing: "But only You guys broke into the Ministry of Magic, no doubt it will be a pass to Azkaban, although you don't have to worry about Azkaban, but it's better not to go. So, I will talk to Barty Crouch Jr. Attract the attention of most of the Aurors and the members of the Order of the Phoenix for you from the outside world."

"Then, Barty Crouch Jr." After Weiss finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Barty Crouch Jr. opposite him: "You need to review all the newly added wizards for a while, and those who are not so loyal or Pick out all the suspected traitors and let them participate in this plan, and those who die in the end have nothing to do with us, and those who survive will be given gold Galleons and the like."

After Weiss said this, he found that the eyes of most of the Death Eaters in the conference room began to light up, and only a few frowned slightly, but they didn't say anything.

"Of course, I will choose carefully for my master!" Barty Crouch Jr. stood up and saluted Voldemort, then licked the corners of his lips with a cruel smile: "As for the traitors, I will definitely pick them all out , Let their life be worse than death!"

"Didn't understand? Well, let me say it again, just pick them out to participate in this plan, and don't rush to deal with the traitor." Weiss raised his glasses, and a light reflected from the lens: "We need them to If the news gets out, how else are you going to get the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix to leave their posts and gather here? Through the Daily Prophet?"

"Is your plan too simple? You can see it at a glance, kid, do you really think there are no smart people among them?" A tall man with oily hair and pockmarked face interjected.

"August Rookwood." Narcissa quickly introduced in a low voice when she saw Weiss' eyes and didn't wait for him to ask.

"Oh, it's you." Weiss nodded at him and said, "I'm just telling you the basic framework of the plan. How to implement it is something you should consider. A plan that is too complicated is not suitable for you."

"Oh? If you can, tell me? Kabrev! Sir! Sir!" Rookwood crossed his arms and held his head high with a haughty look.

Weiss glanced at Voldemort, who was still closed and silent, shrugged, and looked at Barty Crouch Jr.: "I'll just say this once, how much you can remember or how much you can refer to is up to you."

Then without waiting for Barty Crouch Jr. to respond, he continued on his own: "After gathering the wizards you have chosen, choose some of the more outstanding combat power to call them up, and make it clear to them that we gather them to make big things , When you have a party, relax your defensive forces, so that those moles have the opportunity to eavesdrop. After the meeting or halfway through, pretend that someone has just discovered eavesdropping, chase them out, kill as many as you can, and let the few escape. If you can't kill them, chase them for a while and let them go, but you can't let them run away without any injuries. However, the premise of everything is that you must remember that you must, must not mention the Dark Lord The real target: the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, and whatever else you want."

"Are you satisfied with such a plan, Mr. Rookwood?" Weiss finished speaking in one breath, ignoring Barty Crouch Jr.'s reaction, and turned his head to look at Rookwood, who had an ugly face. , but before he could answer, he shrugged and said, "Whether you are satisfied or not has nothing to do with you, because except for little Barty Crouch, all of you are going to the Ministry of Magic for the real goal of the Dark Lord."

"By the way, all of you handsome Death Eaters, before the mission starts, each of you come over and let some hair grow, and I will use Polyjuice Potion to transform other wizards into your appearance, so that those in the Order of the Phoenix can't see you directly It was discovered that this was a flaw and interfered with the real plan." Weissman commanded a large circle, covering everyone.

"Ms. Narcissa, you are in charge of the potion matter. There can be no mistakes in this matter." Weiss waved his arms and said to Narcissa who was beside him.

"Okay, Mr. Kabrev, I will be very careful." Narcissa immediately nodded in response.

"As for the arrangements within the Ministry of Magic, you can decide for yourself. Let me reiterate! This time our purpose is to predict the ball! Let me put down your desire to kill!" Weiss patted the table, looking through the lens to scan To the other Death Eaters: "As you know, Harry Potter is different from me. He is a good boy. Since he is a good boy, then you use his companion's life to threaten him to hand over the prophecy ball. It's not difficult, is it?"

"If we get it, we can kill people!" Bellatrix Lestrange screamed as she slapped the table with bright eyes.

"Mrs. Lestrange, I'll say it again! The Prophecy Ball! The Prophecy Ball! Do you understand? Get it and don't run out to offer it to the Dark Lord? Waiting to be caught? Everyone, I don't think the group of guys recruited by Barty Crouch Jr. can withstand the Aurors of the regular army and the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore for long." Weiss shrugged and shook his head and sighed: "I The last time Barty Crouch and Jr. were caught in Azkaban was because the newly recruited wizards were completely useless, although there was also a reason why their opponent was Dumbledore."

"You say so much because of your little witch!" Bellatrix said with a disgusted look.

"We are in a meeting, be careful with your words, Bellatrix Lestrange." Weiss's tone became cold, and then he threw the sword and wand on the table, pointing the tip of the sword at Bellatrix Kex sat down casually, and said in a very casual tone: "You can think about how to do it yourself. However, I will explain in advance that you will bear the consequences. I will say it again, I don't bother to be a good person." Weiss glanced After turning around, he shook his head and looked up at Voldemort: "That's all I've said, Lord Dark Lord, do you want to add a few words?"

"My most powerful Death Eaters! For me! The great Voldemort! Present the prophecy ball!" Voldemort opened his snake eyes and grinned.

(End of this chapter)