HP monster

The Death Eaters started to make big moves, and every time they passed by, they had to do something public, for fear that people would not be able to deeply understand how arrogant the second-generation Dark Lord's comeback really is.

They have arrogant capital, the Malfoy family and more Slytherin noble families provide all the funds for the activities of the Death Eaters, the Death Eaters themselves have great power, they all have ancient magic belonging to their own families, each has its own strengths, is The powerful left and right arms of the Dark Lord.

But the last time the Dark Lord fell, most of the loyalists were imprisoned in Azkaban.After a few small-scale operations, the old monster finally gathered everyone at Malfoy's house and announced the plan to rob the prison. First, he needs me to lead someone to persuade the dementors to form an alliance with the Death Eaters, or simply send the dementors to the death eaters. The ghosts are under their command.

He hinted at this half a month ago, and he wasn't too surprised. I was just secretly worried about how to communicate with that strange creature normally.Before leaving, I applied to the old monster to take the old bat as escort.

He had a stinky face all the way, for fear that I would not know how angry he was.

I wanted to behave like I did before, so I could apologize to him, but when I was about to say it, I suddenly remembered how awesome I am now.

This must be young master...

The old bat is loyal to my dad, so doesn't he have to flatter me now so that my dad can treat him better?

Looking at him with raised eyebrows, I was already imagining how he would dispose of a whole box of slugs for me with a stinky face, and how he would cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for me in an apron with a stinky face One bite, one young master.

Hey hey hey, this is the turn of Feng Shui...

"Assuming you still have brains, you should know that everyone here is waiting for you to take out the door key?"

It was clearly written on Snape's face: How could you be so stupid!

"Eh? Ah!" Hastily took it out of the pocket of his clothes, and in an instant, several hands stretched out and put them on the door key together.

Just when the nauseous feeling of being hooked up by the navel came again, I desperately found that I had a deep-rooted slavishness towards the old bat, which couldn't be changed.

……

The old monster sent someone here to hand over invitations in advance—the Dementors are a bunch of blind people, so it's not so much an invitation as they sent someone here in advance to inform their leader of our arrival date.

For them, after I got to know them in detail, I don't like them at all. They are a group of disgusting creatures that are worse than old monsters. They live by sucking the happiness of human beings. The old monster who gradually grows bones thinks that he and the dementor look a little like brothers?

The closer I got to Azkaban, the more gloomy the surrounding environment became. I couldn't help but grab Snape's robes, "Do you think the dementors really know that we are allies? Would we have already died before we spoke?" Grabbed by a dementor and sucked soul?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "It's very possible, does the squeamish young master want to give up?"

I rolled my eyes while he wasn't paying attention.

I knew it!Don't expect to get a little comfort from him at any time. After all, he is also an adult. We both have to be uncles and nephews when we go out, so he can't be a little more mature. Don't speak with thorns?

He let go of his hand angrily, and rushed to the front of the crowd with a sense of foolishness, and was dragged back by the old bat within two steps.

"In such a rush to die?!" He yelled at me.

I was so wronged that I was going to die, and I yelled back at him: "Who says I'm squeamish, I'm not going to prove that I'm not squeamish now, it's not like I'm going or not, what do you want!"

"Stupid." He snorted and pointed to the person who was walking in the front. I found out that he was the one sent by the old monster to pass on the news. I don't know when he had found the large army and joined it.

In an instant, I felt that I was really stupid just now.

It’s so embarrassing that I can’t wait to find a crack in the ground. Dementors distinguish people by smell and emotion. This person must have been tortured before he could talk to the dementor. His smell has been blocked. Dementors remember, naturally he will lead the charge.

... Under normal circumstances, I would never fail to look like this.

Looking at the more and more gloomy old bat, my grievances did not decrease but increased, I thought of a small survey - if you keep calling a slightly plump person a fat man, then he will become fatter and fatter as you wish Getting fatter and fatter until he couldn't bear it himself.

Now I am getting more and more stupid around the old bat, and it is absolutely inseparable from the old bat calling me a fool every time he sees me.

"It's here." He said suddenly in a low voice.

Concentrate on, expel all thoughts from your brain, and walk through the damp and dark corridor with high tension. After walking about 200 steps, a huge round hall suddenly appeared, and you can feel it even in the dark. There are dense black shadows ahead.

The cold air invaded from the soles of the feet and gradually spread all over the body.

Snape held me and gave me a Warming Charm.

Except for the Death Eaters at the head, we all stopped at the same spot and confronted the dementors on both sides. Due to the physique of the dementors, our atmosphere could not be said to be tense, but it was not like a river crab. Many people held their wands tightly in their hands. Even if it's useless, it can make yourself feel better.

Not long after, he came back from the dementor, with a very bad expression on his face, he bowed slightly to me: "Master, you can go over."

I swallowed nervously, tried my best not to change my face, nodded at him, and walked forward.

"Tell me, what good will we gain by allying with the Dark Lord?" A dementor floated from behind, and other dementors made way for him all the way, until he came to me, with a strange the voice asked me.

"You can leave here."

This sentence has been rehearsed in my mind no less than a thousand times. Before I came, I studied all the behaviors and habits of the dementors in detail.

They feed on the happiness of human beings, but in Azkaban, where they have long forgotten what happiness is, they guard the few prisoners day after day, how can they feed themselves.

It is only because they are a group, they are not individuals, what should they do after fleeing in large numbers?

The wooing of the old monsters is tantamount to giving them the biggest reason to defect: give your race a place to live, and once the war comes, there will be countless members of the Order of the Phoenix for you to enjoy, or the old monsters will take Muggles before then. Come reward them, you just have to side with the Death Eaters when the war comes and be at your beck and call.

Win-win.

"Deal." I felt that he was smiling, but I just felt that I couldn't see his expression, nor could I hear his voice that was too ups and downs.

It can only be judged by guesswork, this time the negotiations went very well.

Taking a long breath, I stupidly and secretly compared Snape with scissorhands.

Of course, I immediately received an idiot who lowered his voice.

……

On the second day after the dementors quietly defected to Azkaban, the old monster sent people to rescue all the members of the Death Eaters in Azkaban with great fanfare. Brush up on the Dark Lord for a visit.

The old monster is having a feast - he has almost all the bones in his body, but not yet developed, which makes him look like a three-year-old with flesh and pink, but no one dares to tease him in front of him, or rub his dick The head—this banquet is to celebrate the Dark Lord's comeback, on the one hand to welcome the former loyal subordinates, and on the other hand to welcome the joining of the Dementors.

A month before the banquet, the old monster had already scoured Muggles everywhere, caught them, tied them up and threw them all into the basement, like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

indeed so.

When we opened champagne and played music and danced in twos at the banquet, the old monsters clapped their hands, and immediately someone brought up Muggles one by one.

They have been locked in the dark basement for a long time, and they are frightened to the point of collapse, and the old monster will make them suffer from watching their accomplices being caught and sucked away by the monster one by one, and they are horrified to find that they may be the next one. .

It seemed that everyone except me was indifferent to these hysterical screams and calls for help. They took it for granted, and the atmosphere became even hotter because of these voices.

I finally understood that no matter how much I wanted to get closer to the old monster, as long as he was alive, as long as he retained these cruel natures, we had to fight each other.

"Want to go for a walk?" I tried to drag one of my comrades out for air, and looking around, I only recognized Snape.

Rubbing towards me with a shameless face, I forgive him for not daring to make sarcastic remarks to me in front of my father.

He almost wanted to kill me with his eyes, but he nodded his head after all.

"How is Xiaolong?" Malfoy's garden is as gorgeous as before. I took him to the garden outside Xiaolong's window, wiped the bricks on the edge of the garden, and then sat on it.He frowned, but didn't say much, just insisted on standing.

I couldn't help but sneer: "Looking like Xiaolong, is this a common problem of Slytherin? You have to face and suffer."

He raised his eyebrows—this was definitely a sign that he was about to speak sarcasm again, so I quickly interrupted him: "I want to know what's going on in the school now, do Xiaolong and Harry fight as soon as they meet, Harry How have you been these two years? Is Xiaolong still playing with those two little fat guys?"

I was ready to keep talking to myself, but the old bat's tone was unexpectedly calm, "If it's just potions class, the savior is still showing how incompetent his IQ is, and Draco, as a The Malfoy heir is pretty good."

He suddenly smiled maliciously: "I believe you want to know this, the great Harry Potter participated in the Triwizard Tournament."

"what is that?"

"A race with a high death rate since ancient times."

He waved his wand and looked at the time, "It's time to go back, the master will usually say something else at this time."

I replied worriedly, and my mind was full of the news that Harry had participated in this dangerous competition.

Damn brat, always standing on the edge of a dangerous cliff, just to test how many people in this world regret that he didn't die fast enough!

The author has something to say:

About the side story→→A certain star found that No.1 said that it is really difficult to write a side story with a different angle, and the characters and personalities often mix with each other, so the Harry side story that he promised and the Snape angle that he wanted to write Fanwai, Dikas and Xiaolong become CP's irresponsible fanfare, all of them are left to write after the end of the main text [cover your face]

There are girls who want to watch Voldemort's episodes. This... V's emotions are difficult to grasp. I feel that if I write my heartfelt words, it will destroy the image of old V's scheming, so... Let's forget about this, and the mentality of old V will depend on Dikas figured it out by himself

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