Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

The next day, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic received an anonymous letter of complaint.

The letter mentioned that there are a large number of illegal items related to black magic hidden in Malfoy Manor, and these items are hidden in the dark warehouse under the fountain in the center of the courtyard.

Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, took the report letter from her assistant, and her expression of indifference gradually became extremely surprised.

"Rufus, take a look at this report letter." She waved to the director of the Auror office, Rufus Scrimgeour.

A man with gold-rimmed glasses and tawny hair came over. His legs seemed to be a little limp, but he walked with a kind of striding style.

"What's the matter, Amelia?" Scrimgeour glanced nonchalantly at the letter in Burns's hand, and said casually, "The report letter to Malfoy Manor? Isn't the Malfoy family often reported, but we never No real evidence has been found."

"No, Rufus, this report letter is different this time." Burns shook his head lightly, and handed the letter to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour took the letter with suspicious eyes, and immediately his eyes became suspicious.

"This letter actually contains the detailed structure of Malfoy Manor? I am afraid that only someone who is very close to the Malfoy family can draw such a clear drawing." He frowned and said doubtfully, "Who wrote this letter?" Who is man, and what is his purpose?"

"No matter what, this is a rare opportunity, we can't miss it." Amelia Bones quickly made a decision, "Well, Arthur and Malfoy are deadly enemies, so they should know a lot about that Yes. You and him lead the team together, bring two teams of elite Aurors, and go to Malfoy Manor to search carefully!"

Scrimgeour also nodded resolutely, then turned and walked towards the Misuse of Muggle Substances Prohibition Office, preparing to notify Arthur Weasley to go on a mission with him.

After Scrimgeour left, Burns pulled out a document from a drawer and began filling out a search warrant for Malfoy Manor.

Just then, a taller man with long light blonde hair braided into a neat braid appeared next to her desk.

"What's the matter, Yaxley?" Burns also noticed this wizard in gorgeous robes who was out of tune with the atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic, and asked with a frown.

Yaxley put on a smile that was easily unpleasant at first glance, and said: "Our department has a document that needs to be signed by the director. I will trouble Director Burns."

Burns frowned slightly, signed his name on the document Yaxley brought, and then let him leave his office area.

However, what she didn't know was that after Yaxley left, he did not deal with the document he had just signed in his hand. Instead, he secretly took out a quill and opened it in the corner of the empty corridor outside the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. , start composing a letter.

The addressee written on the envelope is clearly visible - L. Malfoy.

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Wiltshire, England, Malfoy Manor, a weekend night.

A wizard wrapped his entire body in a pitch-black cloak, standing in the shadow of the street, staring at the incomparably luxurious and extravagant manor with an uncertain expression on his face.

"Master, if Malfoy doesn't take out what you need and dispose of it as you imagined, what shall we do?"

Quirrell's slightly trembling voice sounded from the shadows.

"Don't worry, I have already considered this point." Voldemort's gloomy voice sounded from the same shadow, "If Lucius didn't bring out what I want, it would be better, it proves that at least he still has something in his heart. A trace of loyalty to me."

"If his loyalty to me has not completely dissipated, we can contact him with the Dark Mark and ask him to transfer that thing to you. Of course, if Lucius is really stupid enough to take out my things and dispose of them , we can naturally purchase directly according to the original plan!"

"It should be mine, it must be mine, no one can stop it."

Voldemort's low tone echoed in the shadows, making the surrounding atmosphere quietly extremely eerie.

Time passed by, and fine snowflakes gradually floated in the sky.And there was still no movement from Malfoy Manor.

Quirrell was shivering from the cold, and couldn't help asking:

"Master, I think Malfoy should still have a lot of loyalty to you. He hasn't taken out the things and disposed of them so far. It shouldn't be too late."

"I hope he really does." Voldemort's voice also brought a hint of complacency, "Get ready, I'm going to teach you how to use the Dark Mark."

Just when Voldemort was about to teach Quirrell to use the Dark Mark to contact this loyal surviving subordinate, the door of Malfoy Manor suddenly opened.

A wizard wearing expensive wizard robes and covering his face with a silk veil sneaked out from the gate of the manor.

It took a long time to pack up many illegal items. Lucius lived up to Voldemort's prediction and came to the joint with the precious items left by Voldemort.

"You are the black market dealer in Knockturn Alley that I contacted, right?" Lucius handed over a cloth bag and said arrogantly, "This is the treasure that I spent six hours packing up, and I understand their How high is the quantity and value?"

"If I hadn't been in a hurry to make a move now, two thousand Galleons wouldn't be able to buy even a fraction of it!"

Quirrell stared blankly at Lucius, who was covering his face in front of him, trembling all over his body.He could feel that Voldemort was almost in a rage at the back of his head.

'I knew the Malfoy family was unreliable, they have always been a bunch of fools! ! ' Voldemort's cursing voice kept echoing in Quirrell's mind.

Suppressing his trembling emotions, Quirrell tremblingly took the bag that Lucius handed over with the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and began to check whether there was anything Voldemort needed among the large number of illegal items.

"Yes, what I need is here." Voldemort's suppressed angry voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

Quietly heaving a sigh of relief, he handed Lucius the two thousand Galleons just dug out from someone else's grave, and then left Malfoy Manor without looking back.

In a remote corner of Wiltshire, under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell took out a blank diary with a black cover from the cloth bag with trembling hands.

Voldemort's original anger faded away, replaced by relief and ensuing ecstasy.

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