HP Magic Biography

Master, I also have good news about this. After going through a lot of hardships, I finally succeeded in casting the Imperius Curse on Bius Knys.

After saying this, many people around Yaxley looked very pleased, and Dolohov, who sat next to him with his long, twisted face, even patted him on the shoulder a few times.

This is indeed exciting news.

That was only the beginning, said Voldemort. Thekness alone is not enough. We must surround Scrimgeour before I can act, and any failure in taking the Minister's life will set me back a long way. step, especially at such a critical time.

Yes, master, that is indeed the case, but you also know that, as the director of the Department of Magical Execution, Bijos Knicks can not only contact the minister himself but also the leaders of various departments in the ministry. I think, now Having such a high-level official under our control is very beneficial to us to subdue others. Then we can use them to get Scrimgeour out of power. Yakless said with a smile on his face, on the one hand Respect for Voldemort, and it seems that he is very satisfied with his work.

After all, this is a key figure in the Ministry of Magic.

Whether or not our friend Thekness will be discovered before he drags the rest overboard, said Voldemort, at any rate we are not sure of winning the Ministry before next Saturday. If we don't Stop the boy, then we'll have to do it on the way.

We have an advantage in this regard, Master. Yaxley said immediately, he seemed to want to be recognized by others, We have installed a few people in the Department of Magical Transportation. You'll know right away.

He wouldn't use any of these if he had any sense, Snape said. The Order of the Phoenix would not use any form of transport controlled or regulated by the Ministry of Magic. Everything about it remains suspicious, and, have you forgotten who is in the Order of the Phoenix? Mad-Eye Moody, or Sirius?

In the face of the master's absolute power, it's nothing more than an avalanche, Yakless said, Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Snape, and our Malfoy, Dumbledore is dead Isn't it?

Yes, even if he were there, it would be nothing more than trouble for us, said Voldemort, his eyes flickering with danger, but, Severus is right, they will not choose magic. All modes of transportation, but...

That would be better, wouldn't it! said Voldemort, then he would have to be moved outside, and we would be able to catch him more easily. Voldemort looked up at the slowly spinning body again, and said, I To deal with the boy personally. The plans related to Harry Potter are full of loopholes, some of which are caused by me. It is not so much his victory that the Potter boy can survive, but it is because of me mistakes made.

The people around the table looked at Voldemort tremblingly. From everyone's expressions, it could be seen that they were all afraid that Voldemort would blame themselves for Harry's survival.

Voldemort, however, seemed to be talking to himself, and his eyes were still fixed on the unconscious body.

I was too careless and delayed by fatal issues of luck and chance in my perfect plan. But I see now,

I understand what I did not understand in the past. It must be me who kills Potter, and it must be me!

As soon as the words were finished, a sharp, long and painful wail suddenly sounded, as if it was a response to these words.

Many at the table looked down the table in shock as the sound seemed to come from beneath their feet.

Wormtail, said Voldemort in the same calm, brooding tone as before, his spectacles still fixed on the spinning figure above, didn't I tell you to keep our prisoner quiet?

Yes, lord... master, panted a small man in the middle of the table. He was sitting so low that at first glance his chair seemed empty.

He got up from his chair and ran across the room, leaving a strange silvery gleam behind him.

As I said, Voldemort went on, looking at his flustered followers, I understand now that before I kill Potter, I need to do something, such as, Someone borrows a wand, that's important, Potter always relies on his wand chain to use against me briefly, although now I can just... throw it away!

As Voldemort said, an unstable light spread from his palm, silently, and the space in front of him seemed to disappear.

I'm still going to be a wizard, though, and that's enough, isn't it! Voldemort said slowly, and it felt like he was talking about something trivial.

Deprive a wizard of a wand of fellowship.

Here are all his loyal subordinates, which in itself is very easy, isn't it!

All the faces around Voldemort were instantly filled with shock, as if it was their arm that he was asking for.

For a while, the scene became eerily quiet, and not even Yakris was claiming the credit.

Why, no one volunteered? It seems that I can only choose one myself... Voldemort said flatly, Then...let me see...Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore .”

Lucius Malfoy looked up in horror. His skin looked sallow and sallow in the firelight, shadows fell around his deep-set eyes, and he opened his mouth to make a hoarse sound.

Owner?

Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand.

I... Malfoy glanced at his wife beside him.

Narcissa stared straight ahead, no longer the elegance she had when they met in Diagon Alley. Since Voldemort returned, Narcissa looked malnourished, her face was as pale as her husband, and her long blond hair Hanging over her back, yet under the table, her slender fingers touched Lucius' wrist lightly.

At this touch from his wife, Lucius reached into his robes, drew his wand, and handed it to Voldemort. Voldemort held his wand up to his bloodshot eyes, watching carefully.

What is it made of?

Em, master. Lucius said softly.

Where's the core?

Dragon... Dragon heart tendon.

Very well, said Voldemort, taking out his own wand to compare the lengths.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment seemed to expect Voldemort to hand him his wand. His movement did not escape Voldemort's eyes, and his glasses widened hostilely.

Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand? There was a chuckle from the crowd. I saved you, Lucius, for which I destroyed Azkaban, and I have given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough? But I find that you and your family don't seem very happy , is it because of my appearance that you lost your position, are you unhappy, Lucius?

No, no, master!

Stop lying, Lucius... Voldemort's cruel lips had stopped moving, but there seemed to be a hissing sound. When the hissing got louder, one or two Death Eaters couldn't help shivering slightly.

Voldemort was very good at using everything to his advantage, including the uncommon Parseltongue, and even though Nagini was dead, it seems that Voldemort still had a great affection for snakes.

If Fan Lin was sitting here now, he would definitely laugh at Voldemort's flashy things.

Compared with the past, the current Voldemort is really unbearable.

Supercilious, with extreme self-confidence in himself, he cleverly used intimidation methods and even worse threats.

This is what happens when the soul is split.

Become moody and inhuman?

Voldemort tapped it absently with his long thin fingers, his eyes still fixed on Lucius Malfoy.

I have a question. I've been surprised by this discovery recently. Why are the Malfoys so upset? Isn't my return, my return to power, what they've been claiming to want for so many years?

Of course it is, Master, Lucius Malfoy said tremblingly, wiping the sweat from his upper lip with trembling hands, We used to be so eager...and now...and we still are.

To Malfoy's left, his wife Narcissa nodded oddly and stiffly, looking away from Voldemort and himself.

On his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging above his head until now, glanced at Voldemort and then looked away. Draco was so afraid to meet Voldemort's eyes.

Master, said a fair-skinned woman in the middle of the table excitedly, it is a great honor for us to have you here, in our family house, and there is nothing more gratifying than this.

She sat next to her sister, who looked nothing alike, her dark hair and drooping eyelids making her look like she was under something; Narcissa sat impassively, and Bellatrix Her body leaned toward Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

Nothing could be more pleasing, repeated Voldemort, turning his head slightly towards her. It means so much, Bellatrix, to you.

Her face was full of joy and tears filled her eyes.

Master knows I'm telling the truth! was Bellatrix's first reaction.

Isn't there anything more pleasing... than the happy event that happened at your house this week? Bellatrix stared at him, mouth parting, clearly confused .

Master, I don't know what you are talking about

I'm talking about your niece, Bellacritus. Also your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She just married a werewolf, that Remus Lupine. You must be very proud .”

There was a burst of jeering around the table, a lot of pleasant glances were exchanged, and a few pounded the table with their fists.

Bellatrix twisted her body uneasily, her eyes full of threats.

But the Death Eaters paid no heed, continuing to laugh at Bellacritus and the disgrace of the Malfoys. Bellaclitus' face that was full of joy just now turned blushing and ugly.

Master, we don't have a niece like that, she cried out amidst the burst of laughter, We... Narcissa and I... haven't had any since our sister married that Mudblood. Looked her right in the face. The little bastard never did a single thing for us, nor did the beast she married.

So, what do you think, Draco? Voldemort asked, though his voice was soft, but clear enough to carry through the boos and jeers, Would you mind such a little bastard?

The hilarious scene froze. Draco Malfoy looked fearfully at his father, who was staring down at his lap, and he could only look back at his mother.

Narcissa shook her head imperceptibly, then continued to stare blankly at the opposite wall.

Enough. As if bored, Voldemort said lightly, as if planning to let the Malfoy family go.

All laughter stopped immediately.

As time goes by, our oldest family has become less pure, Voldemort said flatly under Bellacritus' pleading silent gaze, you must weed out those scum to maintain The health of the family? Get rid of those dross parts that threaten the purity of the blood of the whole family.

That's right, master, Bellacritus said softly, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude again, Eliminate it immediately!

You should do this, said Voldemort, and your family too, the whole world... We should all weed out the corrupt parts until all that remains are pure-bloods...

Of course, we can't keep our guests waiting for too long, can we? A kind of joy suppressed in his chest gradually came out of Voldemort's throat.

If you use any words to describe it.

The sudden abnormal smile fits well with Voldemort's current state.

Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it at the torso hanging above the table, and flicked it. The body moaned and came alive, and began to try to break free from the invisible imprisonment on him.

So, do you recognize our guest, Severus? asked Voldemort.

Snape looked up at the upside-down face. Now all the Death Eaters also started looking at the captive, as if they were allowed to show curiosity.

When the woman turned her face towards the fire, she let out a hoarse and frightened voice: Severus, help me!

Well, yes, Snape replied, and the woman's face slowly turned away again.

And you, Draco? Voldemort asked, patting Draco's shoulder lightly with one of his hands.

This made Draco shrink back, and Draco shook his head suddenly. Now that the woman was sober, he seemed afraid to look at her at all.

But you can't take her lessons, said Voldemort. You don't know that we are here today because of her, Charleigh Burbage, who has been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The people around the table suddenly realized that a tall and bumpy woman with fangs giggled. The laughter was very charming, as if it was mixed with a different kind of magic, and the men around were infected.

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