There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 125 Praising the Dark Lord

Avery had to admit.

Tastes great.

This basilisk has lived for an unknown number of years. The soup is thick and delicious, fragrant, tender and refreshing.

"As expected of a potion master." Avery patted the shoulders of the black wizards in charge of brewing the vitality potion appreciatively.

As we all know, there is no need to wave a wand in potions class, and there is no messy sound and light special effects chanting and chanting. Many people don't think that belongs to the category of magic.

Snape, the professor of potions at Hogwarts, once said that most people are not expected to understand the essence of potions.

The medicinal properties of the monarch and ministers, the time and the heat, and the fragrance of the potion exudes the fragrance of the potion. This is an art.

Cooking potions is similar to cooking soup.

They all pay attention to the temperature and materials.

The potion elites are very skilled, they can distinguish between the warmth and coldness of countless medicinal materials, and the mere seasoning is of course not a problem.

The meat of the basilisk is white and delicate. The black wizards peeled off the skin and head, cut the snake meat into slices as thin as a cicada's wings, and scalded it in the soup until it was cooked. The meat made the soup fresh and the soup made the meat tender.

Every potion master is a soup master!

The vitality potion that I wanted to boil was announced to be suspended.

Avery rubbed his chin. The basilisk was huge, but it couldn't withstand two hundred people to eat it.

"This way, don't slice it, it's too wasteful, cut it into cubes." Avery said: "Put some eggs and carrots or something, boil as much as possible, and let the brothers taste it."

"England hasn't heard the legend of the basilisk for 500 years. It's hard to find one. Those who see it will have a share. In the future, they will also have bragging capital in front of relatives, friends, wives and children."

The dark wizards understood.

On a certain day in a certain year, everyone talked about the terrifying magical animals. Some people said how strong the thunderbird was, some said how powerful the poisonous leopard was, some said that the fire dragon was cruel and vicious, and some said that the basilisk was the eternal god.

At this time, you can pretend to be at a loss and jump out.

"Ah? Are you talking about basilisks? That's it. I killed one a while ago and tasted it. It's pretty good."

Or older, reclining on a recliner with grandkids next to you, listening to yourself tell stories about that past.

Hand-sworded basilisk, smart capture of Auror, thousands of black wizards, accompany me to conquer the magic world!

Just thinking about it makes the black wizards feel their blood boil.

Countless people looked at her with envy, jealousy, hatred, surprise, doubt and disbelief, that would be so cool.

"I heard that there is a famous dish in the East, called West Lake Beef Soup." Avery said with a smile, "Gaunt's old house has a long history, and the place where the only Slytherin blood lived is a place of historical interest. After our modern development, The Ministry of Magic that will become a dark wizard in the future, the word Gaunt will definitely be famous all over the world."

"People in the Gunter family would never have imagined that when they were alive, the Gunter family was half-dead and lingering on their last legs. People were almost dead, but the news spread at home and abroad."

"I propose to name it Gunter's Snake Meat Soup, what do you think?"

It has history, is interesting, and there are rare basilisks who volunteer their flesh and blood. Gunter’s Snake Meat Soup will surely be famous through the ages. Avery, who named it, can also gain popularity and leave a name in history.

Dozens of hundreds of years later, when young wizards study the history of magic, Avery at least takes one point!
The leader, Yaxing, chose the name himself, and it should have been flattering, but the words Gunter's Snake Meat Soup were quite involved, and some people raised doubts.

"I heard that the ancestor of the Gaunt family, Slytherin, is a famous Parseltongue. He likes snakes very much. Is it inappropriate for you to put Gaunt and snake meat together?"

inappropriate?

Avery laughed out loud, this is wrong!
The Gaunt family has long since died, and there is no real sufferer. Those who accuse me are all keyboard warriors, am I afraid?
Only when there is controversy can there be a topic, and Gaunt's snake soup can be spread to the magic world and even the rest of the world.

"The problem is, the basilisk is rare to see in a hundred years."

Avery waved his hand, it doesn't matter, basilisks are rare to see in a hundred years, everyone understands, but there are too many snakes to die.

"Let's not finish drinking, and save some basilisk soup." Avery laughed and said, "The millennium-old basilisk soup, paired with fresh water snakes, the collision of ancient and modern, the blending of history and modernity."

"Don't you just want to have a taste? Just have something interesting."

What Avery said made sense, and the dark wizards were almost convinced.

As for basilisks, which generally only have a lifespan of a few hundred years, is the thousand-year basilisks that Avery said too exaggerated?

No one cares.

Advertising, publicity, everyone understands.

The Ollivander wand shop in Diagon Alley claims to have started making wands in 380 BC, who would believe it?

There was no UK at that time.

It's all like this when selling things, so you can sell them only if you have a famous name for yourself.

Ordinary basilisks do only have a lifespan of a few hundred years, but this basilisk is much bigger than what is written in the book, so it is normal to live a thousand years.

"Then I have one last question." A dark wizard's voice was hesitant and tangled.

Avery looked at him, I finally came up with the idea of ​​leaving a name in history, why do you take turns opposing it, do you have any objections to me?

If there is no constructive suggestion, I will let you know why the flowers are so red.

The reason why we black wizards are called black wizards is because we have no taboos, the weak prey on the strong, and we can do whatever the leader says!
The white wizard is scruples about messy principles, and only dares to put on small shoes to trip up those who offend him.

We dark wizards can do whatever we want!
"What about the Dark Lord?" said the Dark Wizard.

Avery: "..."

He slapped his head, bad, it's a taboo.

When the subordinates have good things, they don't take the initiative to dedicate them to the leaders. What's the intention?

Just take a sip and take a sip, so it’s time to put yourself in danger and test whether the basilisk food is poisonous for the Dark Lord, but...

Avery looked around. Dozens of black wizards were eating well, their faces were flushed, and they were full of energy.

It is worthy of being a legendary magical creature, Dabu.

A bowl of Gaunt's snake meat soup is much more effective than the Vitality Potion.

"Forget it." Avery sighed, he should eat and drink, and pretended it was nothing.

It doesn't matter, if he builds the Ministry of Magic of the dark wizard, Gaunt's old house, he will still be famous for future generations!
But speaking of the Dark Lord, Avery frowned.

"You say, is this basilisk the one that the Dark Lord said was going to raid Gaunt's old house?"

The black wizards looked at each other, which seemed to make sense.

It is known that the Dark Lord sent a message last night that the White Wizard will attack Gaunt's old house.

Who is the Dark Lord?

The number one black wizard in the past and future!
Ten years ago, she had a great reputation and resounded throughout the magic world, but it was a pity that the ship capsized in the gutter.

Ten years later, he came back from the extinction, and his reputation was even better than before. He teamed up with the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald, and he had a hundred thousand dark wizards under him.

His mana is second to none, his charisma... he wasn't great before, but after his resurrection, at least Avery is willing to fuck him with all his heart!

Using himself to push others, Avery believes that, in addition to the basic black wizards of the Dark Lord, countless white wizards and neutral wizards in the magic world have the possibility of taking refuge in the Dark Lord.

Everyone with insight knows that the Dark Lord is irresistible!
"That is to say, there are people from us inside the White Wizard, and they provide information to the Dark Lord, hoping that when the Dark Lord dominates the magic world in the future, they will be rich and prosperous!"

The news from this channel should be true.

Avery sneered: "If the dark wizards lurk in the Ministry of Magic early, bear the burden of humiliation, and deliver news for the Dark Lord, of course they are entitled to the most precious reward."

"If the Dark Lord is so powerful, he betrays his original class. This kind of traitor is simply ridiculous. When the Dark Lord achieves a great cause in the future, I have to write a letter to persuade the Dark Lord to clean up the interior!"

"Dark wizards must maintain their purity, otherwise, sooner or later there will be turmoil."

There was a gleam of wisdom in Avery's eyes.

Who is not a member of the key political bureau?
I've never eaten pork, always... well, I've never seen a pig run, I've always eaten pork!
These days, eating pork is not uncommon.

It is rare to see pigs running.

"As expected of the Dark Lord, he got the information a long time ago and told us to pay attention to safety." Suddenly, a dark wizard sighed: "Last night, we were vigilant and didn't dare to rest, so the basilisk didn't jump out."

"In case, I mean in case, we didn't obey the order of the Dark Lord, but fell into a deep sleep..."

Everyone shuddered.

Snakes can eat people.

Especially the basilisk, there are many descriptions about the cruelty and viciousness of the basilisk in the book.

It has a huge body, can eat at least a dozen people, and its venom is extremely terrifying. It is a joke to see the words "blood seal throat" used to describe the poison of the basilisk. Its eyes can petrify anyone who looks at it.

In his sleep, the basilisk wandered around Gaunt's old house, slaughtering wantonly.

It is not known how many people would die.

"Fortunately, we guarded until daytime and gave the basilisk a fatal blow." The black wizards rejoiced.

"Praise the Dark Lord!" Avery plopped and knelt in the direction of Knockturn Alley, where the Dark Lord was last seen.

The leaders are kneeling, what can the little brothers do?
There was a continuous thumping sound, and the darkness was overwhelming. More than 200 dark wizards knelt down, praising the greatness of the Dark Lord, and the atmosphere was extremely strange and gloomy.

Everyone kneeled, the atmosphere was like this, and those who didn't want to kneel had to kneel.

Anyone who does not kneel is disloyal to the Dark Lord.

What happens to those who are disloyal to the Dark Lord, surrounded by dark wizards, no one wants to know.

……

Outside Gaunt's old house, the muscles in the corners of Lucius' eyes twisted, the scent was rich and attractive, and his stomach couldn't help but growl.

The life and death of the son in the old house is uncertain, he has been tortured, and there may be unknown insults.

The Malfoy family has a long bloodline and excellent genes, and every generation is a handsome man.

And this advantage is sometimes in the country...

Lucius shuddered, please don't, Draco is still a child, those dark wizards wouldn't be so cruel.

What if someone just likes this tune?

Lucius squatted down in pain, covering his face with his hands.

My son has suffered ten times and a hundred times more than me, but I am still addicted to my appetite?
"Relax." Mark is a kind person. Seeing that Lucius was in too much pain, he took the initiative to comfort him: "Maybe he eats and drinks inside, and enjoys thinking about Hogwarts."

"We can only smell the scent, he's already full."

Under what circumstances can prisoners be given good food?
Lucius refused to think.

The honor of the Malfoy family does not allow him to imagine this aspect!

"Mr. Principal, please save Draco." Lucius pleaded bitterly. His son was living a miserable life, and he might be insulted by the wizards of the infrastructure group at any time, and even threw himself into the arms of the infrastructure group. He really couldn't stand it.

Lucius remembered it clearly.

A few days ago, at Hogwarts, there was a dark wizard who claimed to be Voldemort's special commissioner, and he was a member of the infrastructure group!
When you spot a cockroach, it means more cockroaches are hiding around you.

When there is a member of the infrastructure group in the Dark Lord's team, it means that the infrastructure group is blooming everywhere in the Dark Lord's team.

"Don't worry." Mark continued to comfort, saving Malfoy is easy, what about the training of the little wizards?
For the sake of the overall situation, Mr. Lucius can only feel wronged!

Don't worry, your son will be saved.

As for time...

Soon, immediately, immediately, wait a moment, here it comes, next time for sure.

"In short, all the dark wizards in this room must die!" Mark laughed.

Yesterday I said something wrong and lost face in front of you.

Today, I didn't eat early in the morning, and you still seduced me with delicious food. I can't eat the delicious food you eat.

This hatred and this hatred are inseparable.

If you don't avenge this revenge, you swear not to be a human being.

How could Lucius not be in a hurry!
It wasn't your son who was caught by the black wizard!

Oh, Mark has no son.

It's not your wife...your girlfriend...you...

Lucius was surprised to find that Mark alone fed the whole family without hunger.

Mark secretly felt ashamed.

As a member of Qidian Orphanage, I'm really sorry!

"Mr. Principal, think about it, if the black wizard captures Professor McGonagall, what kind of mentality do you have?" Lucius said, "Compare your heart to your heart!"

Compare your heart with your heart?

Mark shook his head.

Don't take the impossible as an example?
All the dark wizards listen to my orders, and they make decisions on small things. If they want to capture the headmaster of Gryffindor, it will easily lead to a war between black and white wizards. If they are so sensitive, if they don't report to the Dark Lord, who would dare to do it?
Even if McGonagall lost all her mana, was weak and helpless, lying in Knockturn Alley, there were not many dark wizards who dared to take her back to ask for credit.

"Lucius, if you really want to save your son, go to the front line." Mark said.

"Together with the special operations team, rush into Gunter's old house and see your son for the first time!"

Lucius knew it.

Traitors are worse than enemies.

As can be expected, on the battlefield, he has more spells cast on him than anyone else.

Either the Dark Lord or the Death Eaters.

An old friend who was once a dark wizard who just joined.

They all want their own lives!
"Okay!" Lucius nodded slowly.

For his son, he will do anything.

And in the place where the little wizards gathered, Quirrell and Voldemort sneezed hard at the same time.

"Quirrell, do you have a cold?" Voldemort asked.

It was cold at night, and Quirrell was sweating profusely, wet and dry and wet again, and it was normal to be sick.

"No, it feels like someone is scolding me." Quirrell frowned.

Wizards with the ability to prophesy are very rare, but whims are not uncommon.

Being scolded or insulted, there is a feeling in the dark.

"Call me a member of the infrastructure group." Quirrell gritted his teeth.

"Damn dark wizard!"

"I'm different." Voldemort was also very angry: "Someone is cursing me and wanting me to die!"

(End of this chapter)