Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 886 Voldemort holds a meeting

 Two men suddenly appeared from the void and walked quickly through a narrow alley.

"This will be...hiss...the greatest honor of your life." The taller one said.

"I don't think so." Lenis said without looking back: "But Mr. Crouch, can you stop sticking your tongue out all the time? It's so disgusting."

"Ho!"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes flashed with coldness, "I will consider it...if you can leave alive today."

There is a thorn bush on the left side of the alley, and a neatly trimmed hedge on the right. Turning a corner at the end of the alley, you can see two extraordinary wrought iron gates.

Neither of them stopped, and they walked straight through the wrought iron gate, just like crossing platform 9 at King's Cross Station.

"Such a conspicuous mansion." Lenis looked at the peacock by the pool. "This should be that Malfoy's home. Everyone knows that he is a Death Eater. Aren't you afraid that the Aurors will come looking for you?"

"Why should we be afraid of Aurors?" Barty Crouch Jr. stuck out his tongue, "Also, do you really think this is Lucius Malfoy's house?"

Barty Crouch Jr. sneered twice and walked into the house door first, followed closely by Lenis.

They seemed to have passed through an invisible door again.

The original foyer quickly disappeared as the light distorted, and was replaced by a gorgeous room.

The precious marble floor sparkles, and the tapestries on both sides of the wall are embroidered with exquisite patterns. If you look closer, you will find that the patterns are embroidered with complete unicorn tail hairs, and each one is valuable.

This must still be the Malfoy family, and only he would make his home so extravagant.

But now is not the time to think about that.

When he and Barty Crouch Jr. entered the room, the place was already full of people, sitting around a long, elegantly decorated table.

The long table was not full, and there were still empty seats, but after they entered, two dementors blocked the door.

"Everyone is here." A clear voice sounded from the head of the table, "Welcome, my loyal servant Barty, you got rid of a nasty bedbug. This is the best news I have heard recently. "

Under the flickering candlelight, the man's face emerged from the shadows. It was hairless, like a snake, with two slender nostrils and a pair of shining red eyes with vertical pupils.

I don't know if it's because the light is too weak or for some other reason, but half of his face is pale and half is dark.

"My pleasure, Master." Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground, his whole face distorted with excitement.

"It's just a matter of sitting back and enjoying the results. It's really an honor."

A strange voice came, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Welcome to you too, our new friend...a warrior who killed the legendary Auror." Voldemort's red eyes seemed to twinkle.

"Welcome to join you. Take a seat. We have been waiting for you for a long time." He pointed to an empty seat on the right side of the long table.

"It's an honor." Lenis knelt on one knee and put his right hand on his chest.

Next to him, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at him blankly.

What's going on?

He dragged her **** the road, looking like she didn't care about anyone. He thought this Lenis was a tough guy.

In Little Barty's heart, Lenis would definitely be punished for disrespecting the Dark Lord, and he was ready to watch the excitement.

But what happens now.

You must be so skilled at kneeling here, without any hesitation at all. If you don't know better, you might think you are a senior Death Eater.

Barty Crouch Jr. was speechless for a while, but Lenis didn't even look at him and sat directly in the seat designated by Voldemort.

"First meeting." A hand stretched out from the side.

"Get to know Maurice Oren, we will be colleagues from now on."

"Babollenis."

The two hands shook briefly and soon separated. It seemed a bit perfunctory, but compared to the indifferent people around, this was already pretty good.

"Maybe he's trying to show his kindness." Lenis thought to himself, and at the same time, he scanned the whole place and took note of everyone's appearance.

There are also factions among the Death Eaters. Those old Death Eaters who followed Voldemort sixteen years ago naturally look down on newcomers.

As far as he knew, Oren was a new Death Eater like him, and they probably wanted to join each other.

"Everyone is here," Voldemort said.

"Sorry, Lord Dark Lord." Lenis raised his hand, "You just said, are you all here?"

He looked around and saw that there were still many empty seats at the table.

"Yes." Although he was interrupted, Voldemort was extremely generous today and did not feel angry at all. Instead, he explained patiently.

"Here..." He pointed to the nearest empty seat on the left, "The person in this position was once my most loyal servant. Unfortunately, he died in the battle two months ago."

"And Crabbe...Rabastan..." He pointed to a few empty seats a little further away, "They all died at the hands of the same person. Do you want to know who it is?"

"I don't want to." Lenis blurted out: "But no matter who it is, I am willing to get rid of the guy who is against you for the Dark Lord to express my loyalty."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at him, and after a long time he chuckled, "I have seen your loyalty. You killed that famous Auror."

He looked around and said, "You have done something that so many people have failed to do, which is great.

"I'm wondering if I'm usually too kind, which is why their work efficiency is so... low!"

Wherever Voldemort looked, everyone lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to look into his eyes.

Fortunately, Voldemort did not continue this topic.

"How about it, do you have any interesting news?"

"Master, Bones went to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore. They reached an agreement to cancel the Order of the Phoenix and let the previous people join the Aurors."

The people around him suddenly became interested and looked at the speaker curiously.

"What a surprise, Severus." Voldemort looked at Snape with interest, "They just met in the morning, and now you have the news, good, good."

"It seems like I shouldn't have doubted you before. How about it? Does your leg still hurt?" Voldemort asked with concern.

But this impossible tone scared Snape into a cold sweat.

He touched his right leg, and there was a hideous scar under his robe, which was left by Voldemort a few months ago.

There is no reason, no evidence, just simple doubts about his loyalty, or... temptation.

"This is what I should do, Master." Snape tried to maintain his expression.

"This is an opportunity for us." Another Death Eater said impatiently: "Maybe we can use a few old friends in the Ministry of Magic to eliminate those annoying guys in one fell swoop."

"And when we take action again, we don't have to worry about someone suddenly breaking in and disrupting the situation. Dumbledore is really confused and made such a stupid decision."

The man became more and more excited as he talked, and did not notice at all that the Death Eaters sitting around him were calmly adjusting their chairs and moving as far away from him as possible.

"What you said makes sense." Voldemort also looked ugly, "But can I understand that if the people from the Order of the Phoenix don't join the Aurors, there will be nothing you can do."

The Death Eater who spoke suddenly woke up, his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Although this is true, if you say it, it is equivalent to admitting your incompetence.

What Death Eaters fear most is to be deemed incompetent by Voldemort... No wonder those people would suddenly stay away from them, for fear of being splashed with blood later.

Listening to the sounds coming from the darkness from time to time, he felt his heart beating rapidly. He wanted to say something to explain, but there was someone faster than him.

"Of course not, Lord Dark Lord." Lenis said: "Then it is difficult to kill people from the Order of the Phoenix? I think it is very simple."

His words deserved a slap in the face, almost like slapping everyone in the face, but surprisingly, there was no one around to refute.

There was no other way. He had just killed Alastor Moody, one of the main members of the Order of the Phoenix, and his record could be checked.

"Yeah, just a few bugs." Oren, who was next to him, followed closely. "If I encounter them, they won't be able to escape."

The others glanced up.

This cannot be refuted. Although he has no record, his mission completion rate is ridiculously high. Less than two years after joining the Death Eaters, he is already on an equal footing with Barty Crouch Jr. and others.

However, once someone took the initiative, others began to express their opinions.

Regardless of whether you can do it or not, at least you have to have the attitude.

There was a buzz in the room, and the Death Eater who had just spoken stood there, feeling his hands and feet were cold and his whole body trembling.

The people around him moved their positions again.

If nothing else goes wrong, this person will probably not survive. The Dark Lord suffered a big loss in the Heshidry Islands this time, and he will definitely find someone to vent his anger on.

Isn't this ready-made?

No one spoke for him, some just added insult to injury.

This is not difficult to understand...

Someone must bear the wrath of the Dark Lord. If he doesn't die, he may die.

Now that someone is willing to die, it's too late for them to be happy. Sit farther away to save them blood when the Dark Lord's little pet eats. But what everyone didn't expect was that the Dark Lord actually let him go.

"I don't want to hear similar words again." Voldemort waved his hand and asked the other party to sit down.

this…

People around were confused.

Why is this a little different from the Dark Lord in their memories?

The caring tone just now, and now he generously let go of the person who said the wrong thing... If the Dark Mark on his arm hadn't been aching, they would have even suspected that the Dark Lord in front of them was someone else pretending to be him.

It was so weird that no one knew what to say and just sat there blankly.

"Continue." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "If you have any other news, please tell me."

"It doesn't matter. You can talk about anything. We have plenty of time today."

this…

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Because they don't know what Voldemort means, no one dares to speak first.

It wasn't until Voldemort became obviously impatient that Oren took the initiative and said, "If it's a report... I recruited a group of pure-blood wizards in Yorkshire.

"Not famous, but he hates Muggles. He has been wandering in the gray area for generations and is good at making cursed dark magic items."

"Okay, not bad." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction.

Being a pure-blood and hating Muggles already met the requirements for becoming a Death Eater, not to mention being good at making cursed dark magic items.

I don’t know where Oren found this kind of talent. Although it is not as good as Barty Crouch Jr.’s mission of more than a hundred wandering wizards, it is still a small surprise.

More importantly, no demands were made.

This is very worry-free.

"Then let me tell you." Lenis looked around and said proactively: "The secret passage from the port to Devon is ready. If necessary, we can always create a surprise for the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Very good." Voldemort continued to nod.

Another good news.

Now they are basically on the surface. Once they do something, it won't take long for the Aurors to find out.

If these more than a hundred wandering wizards are used well, they can definitely catch the Ministry of Magic off guard. They are a medium-sized trump card.

Voldemort pointed his finger at the table, his expression did not change at all, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

"Go on." He said calmly: "One by one, Gore, let's start with you."

A sturdy Death Eater raised his head and said hesitantly: "I...I cast a spell on a dog so that it chases and bites Muggles...does this count?"

"Next time you should just kill the Muggle." Voldemort said coldly, "Go on."

Seeing that Gower's outrageous answers were not punished, the others felt relieved and reported on their work one after another.

If you don't find something suitable, just look for it. If you really can't find it, just make it up.

Voldemort was uncharacteristically generous today. He didn't even scold them, as if he was really listening to his subordinates' reports.

Time passed little by little.

One hour, two hours...

Creak.

Lenis seemed to have been sitting for too long and couldn't help but move his body.

Voldemort's eyes immediately swept over, staring at his face, but looked away after a moment.

Oren on the side raised his eyebrows.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but just now he seemed to vaguely see the throat of his colleague next to him move.

Oren seemed to have discovered something interesting. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he soon regained his composure.

…

At this time, everyone had finished speaking. Everyone was sitting there looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Normally this kind of meeting would have ended long ago, but Voldemort seemed to be extra patient today and had no intention of ending the meeting.

They didn't dare to ask or say anything, so they could only continue to sit.

"Go on, I like to hear stories." Voldemort said again.

There is no other way, everyone can only continue to look forward.

After a few more hours, everyone just felt their mouths were dry.

"Very good." Voldemort suddenly stood up and quickly walked out of the room under everyone's puzzled eyes, taking away the dementors blocking the door.

What does this mean.

Everyone is confused, but judging from the current situation, the meeting seems to be... over?

Probably so. The Dark Lord is gone, so why are they still here?

As a result, everyone left the table one after another.

Oren stood up and patted Lenis next to him in a friendly manner.

"It's rare to see a new face, and he's not a loser. Do you want to have a drink?"

His words immediately aroused public outrage, and all the Death Eaters who had not yet had time to leave looked over.

"Why, aren't you useless?" Oren spread his hands provocatively.

"Be proud of it." A Death Eater said coldly: "The Dark Lord knows who is his most loyal servant. One day, I will let you taste the Cruciatus Curse."

"I'm looking forward to it, Gargson." Oren said nonchalantly: "Besides, I think my Cruciatus Curse is also pretty good. Do you want to try it?"

"Huh, let's see!"

The other party stormed off.

"Hey, friend." Oren patted Lenis again, "Seriously, how about a drink at the Leaky Cauldron? I really like the expressions on those beaters when they recognize me."

Lenis didn't answer him, just shook his head.

"We will be colleagues on the same boat from now on. Don't you even want to talk to me?" Oren's smile became more obvious, "It's really unhuman."

"snort."

Lenis seemed to find him a bit annoying, frowned and snorted coldly.

He didn't even wait for Barty Crouch Jr., who had come with him. He left the room, walked quickly across the courtyard, and disappeared behind the wrought iron gate.

Within a moment, Oren was the only one left in the room.

He did not leave in a hurry, but walked to where Lenis had been, thoughtfully reaching out and touching the chair he had been sitting on, his eyes flickering.

It's weird, so weird.

Judging from Lynis's initial performance, he is not a silent person, and is also willing to taunt other Death Eaters.

He had raised all the topics just now, but the other party's behavior was very strange, as if he suddenly became introverted.

"It's really interesting." Oren rubbed the well-made chair.

Why did you stop talking all of a sudden? Was it because you didn’t want to say anything...or was it because you were trying to hide something.

If so, what was he trying to hide?

Taste?

If you eat something with a strong taste or drink some kind of magic potion, it will inevitably leave some smell, which will be easily noticed by others when you speak.

But this statement is a bit forced, because no one has eaten or drank anything just now.

After all, Voldemort was there, and his face became more and more gloomy as time went by. With him staring at him so hard, no one dared to do anything unnecessary. Even if it was because of reporting on work, they could only endure it until their mouth became dry while talking.

Unless...he can eat something without opening his mouth.

This is possible.

In addition to the taste, there is another more obvious thing, which is also revealed by opening your mouth.

Oren walked to a large gold-plated mirror and said softly: "Am I overthinking it? Maybe, maybe he really just doesn't like to talk..."

As he spoke, two rows of teeth were faintly visible in the dim light.

…

(End of chapter)