hp lord of the rings still time

After fleeing for his life for a while, the old black wizard headhunter found a hidden place, opened his broken sleeve, looked at his left arm and frowned, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.After a while, he clenched his arms and gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble.

The next evening, the old headhunter was in a dilapidated wizarding inn to get his grooming done. Tonight, he would have the honor of meeting a powerful person who would tell their master what he had found, and he would be appreciated and rewarded, saying Maybe it will be favored by the owner.

When the night fell, in a desolate and secluded corner, a tall figure with a black skinned cloak approached slowly. The old headhunter had been waiting here for a long time. If he hadn't been afraid of the visitor, he would have put his dissatisfaction on the table. face off.

After the visitor approached, he hurried up to meet him with a smile on his face and flattered him, "Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry to trouble you to make a special trip."

"Oh, I hope I don't make this trip in vain. I also need to take the risk to introduce you to the master. Who told you that your guide is no longer here!"

Facing the contempt and ridicule from the superior, the old headhunter bowed his head and remained silent.

Probably feeling bored, the man in the cloak whispered, "Follow me!"

This was what the old headhunter was waiting for, and he immediately stepped forward, following closely behind Abraxas Malfoy.Along the way, they avoided various barriers and came to a lonely house in the suburbs. The old headhunter recognized this place as the owner's house.He had followed their leader here to join the Death Eaters and carve their mark.

The old headhunter walked into the house that he had only visited once full of excitement, he didn't dare to look up, he cautiously lowered his head and followed behind Abraxas Malfoy, keenly aware of the many malicious eyes around him He seemed to be looking at it and seemed to be suspicious, but he knew that the only thing he could do now was to wait for the master's summons.

In fact, the Death Eaters who gathered at Voldemort's manor tonight were not very good. After all, they didn't want others to know what happened to them last night, and they were afraid that they would become the target of public criticism.That's why tonight's Death Eaters dressed very conservatively. Even the most dissolute and revealing witches dressed like nuns, never showing anything above the back of their hands.

The first half of the party was the same as usual, with a group of Slytherins complimenting each other. They never mentioned the anomaly of last night, but kept asking each other about the recent gossip about the master and some news about the Ministry of Magic. new policy.

Since two years ago, their master has become a little moody. In fact, a large part of the reason is that some people are always making troubles, although they are all small troubles and there is no real loss.Even so, those elusive people make them feel terrible, appearing and disappearing suddenly, as well as unpredictable silent magic and various novel magical products, which make them feel like they are stuck in their throats, but they are powerless.

Although they couldn't catch the group of troublemakers, they were still attracted by Voldemort's charisma and the great cause he envisioned. In the past two years, the number of Death Eaters has not decreased because of the destruction of those people, but has become more and more more.And in the near future, those troublemakers have never appeared, which makes them more at ease.

"Master, I would like to introduce a companion who came from afar to you. He wants to report something to you." Abraxas Malfoy whispered respectfully to the black-haired man sitting at the head.

"If you can get Abu to introduce you, that's a must. Let him in!" Voldemort joked profusely. He was really proud of himself. Compared with the bad time before, he has recently carried out his career and ambitions smoothly. , Listening to the flattery of the people around, it is rare to feel happy.

"The villain Piroscaro pays homage to the master!" After speaking, he knelt down and kissed Voldemort's robe.

Satisfied with his deference, Voldemort nodded for him to stand up and speak, "What's the matter?"

"Yes, master, I discovered something."

Someone chuckled and said, "What is it that made you go to such lengths to find the master to make a decision?"

"That's right, is there anything in the wizarding world that the master doesn't know?"

Abraxas Malfoy knew that this was aimed at him. He didn't want to engage in this verbal dispute in front of his master. He just waited for the old headhunter to say what he knew, and there would be plenty of opportunities to refute. Who knew that he overestimated the old headhunter. IQ.

"Master, I found those scavengers!"

"Oh, is that so?" Voldemort was not interested. He wasn't very interested in those scavengers. A group of idlers who just wiped out a few wandering wizards thought they were great, wasting their talents to do such meaningless things, Voldemort didn't want to bother with them.

"They may be pure blood..." The old headhunter was a little nervous. He saw that Voldemort was not interested in what he said, so he gritted his teeth and knelt down, rolled up his sleeves and said to Voldemort, "They are Insulting you and your great cause!"

The bright "K" on the old headhunter's arm not only provoked Voldemort, but also stimulated everyone.

This time Voldemort finally looked squarely at it. He stared at his red eyes without saying a word, and went straight to his insanity to check the memory in the brain of the old headhunter. When Sign and uttered threatening words, he pushed the old headhunter furiously and shouted: "Damn it!"

Voldemort's rage frightened everyone at the banquet, and they retreated silently with their own ulterior motives.

"Hmph, it's ridiculous. They think that a small mark can deter me, and they don't know how high the sky is!"

"Of course, master. You are the most powerful!" The old headhunter complimented hurriedly.

Voldemort took out his wand and calmed down, but his blood-red eyes glowed coldly. He raised his chin and commanded, "Give me your hand."

"Yes." The old headhunter guessed what Voldemort was thinking, and hastily stretched out his right arm.

Voldemort put his wand on the arm of the old headhunter and chanted a spell. The tip of the wand emitted a dazzling blue light. Voldemort wanted to use magic to remove Kleist's mark.

But at this time, the old headhunter couldn't help writhing. Unlike the previous pain, he felt hot and itchy, but he was in awe of Voldemort and didn't dare to move too much until he couldn't bear it anymore. He begged in a low voice: "Master, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Voldemort, who was sweating profusely but found that he was powerless to change, roared violently: "Shut up!" He continued to exert magic power without raising his head.

"Ah...ah...it can't be done, I'm so hot, I'm so itchy..." The old headhunter couldn't bear it anymore, his face turned red, and the remaining hand Scratching and scratching on his body desperately, finally couldn't bear it anymore, even the hand that Voldemort was holding was pulled back and grabbed his body fiercely, tearing his clothes while scratching, and kept talking. Humming and chirping, his expression was a little confused, probably too itchy, and he kept writhing on the ground.

"You..." Voldemort was already angry, but seeing the old headhunter like this, he was even more angry, and he was about to cast a spell to teach him a lesson.

"Look at him..." a Death Eater shouted in horror.

Voldemort immediately turned his attention to the bare skin of the old headhunter on the ground. He found that the old headhunter's bare skin was densely covered with letters K, big and small, and more and more, more and more densely. The old headhunter almost roared, twisting The movement is getting more and more crazy.

Voldemort sensed something was wrong, and immediately pointed his wand at the old headhunter, ready to cast a spell. Suddenly, there was a "bang", and under everyone's gaze, the old headhunter exploded, and it exploded into fine pieces of meat and splashed everywhere. The banquet hall was dyed bright red, filled with a strong stench.

Even the vicious black wizards were stunned by this scene, some couldn't help but feel disgusted, and the timid ones couldn't help screaming. Of course they were afraid, because they also had the same mark on their bodies. If they were found , wouldn't it be the same fate as him.

Voldemort looked at the scarlet room, could not stop emitting black air, and roared in a low voice: "Get out of here..."

"Yes." As if they were granted a pardon, everyone bowed and left one after another.At this time, they had a secret that was tacit to each other but they must never let Voldemort know.

The tragic death of the old headhunter cast an indelible haze on everyone's hearts. They were afraid that Voldemort would discover the mark on his arm and become like him.

These frightened birds can only touch their arms secretly when no one is around. The more they think about it, the more flustered they become, and the more they look, the more frightened they become. They are not sure if there is anyone else like them, and they dare not ask each other, or even try.

Abraxas Malfoy sat in the study of his manor, and arranged for several house-elves to guard around him. He unbuttoned his cuffs and carefully checked the mark on his hand. The mark belonging to the Death Eaters was completely covered in scarlet. under the colored letter K.It's like they Death Eaters are suppressed by an unknown wizard who suddenly appeared.

This kind of sudden situation was nothing to people like them who had experienced storms, but the bad thing was that the old headhunter died, and the things in his mind were only seen by Voldemort, and from Voldemort's unforgivable anger Judging by their expressions, the group of scavengers must have said or done something else.

Abraxas Malfoy is not someone who just waits to die, he must find a way to find out what happened, and it is best to find this group of people.

According to the words of the old headhunter, these people are very young, but he did not see their appearance, so it is very uncertain. In the magic world, such things as age cannot be counted. Secondly, they are a group of people with powerful magic power. The old headhunter leads the way People may be killed by them, so it is certain that they don't care about the Unforgivable Curse, and there is a high possibility of dark wizards, and whether they may come from abroad, after all, other countries except the UK are more tolerant of black magic.No, if they are foreigners with a different accent, the old headhunter will say that they are still British, so they are born into a family of dark wizards.

The more Abraxas Malfoy thought about it, the more he guessed and became more suspicious. He even entered into the same misunderstanding as the old headhunter. He also believed that these scavengers were hidden among the Death Eaters. Only in this way can he explain why before Many of their meetings have been disrupted, and the Death Eaters have their inner circle.

Since Abraxas Malfoy thought of this level, everyone else would also think that the pure-blood group established by poor Mr. Earthworm had just made some achievements and then immediately turned into a mess, full of inquiries and suspicions.

What Voldemort cared about was the mark on the hand of the old headhunter. Even if the old headhunter died, the indelible mark pierced into his heart like a thorn, making him restless.Thinking about his tough childhood and hard work, he managed to gain a firm foothold in Slytherin, which is respected by pure blood, and then he won a world in the wizarding world. Now, he killed a group of young people who didn't know their roots, but they were extremely powerful.Voldemort thought that his magic was one of the best in Britain and even in the entire wizarding world, but now he was overwhelmed by a woman called "His Royal Highness", how could he be reconciled.

Voldemort swore that no matter what, he would find this group of people and nip them in the bud.

The turmoil of the purebloods is beyond the scope of Kleist's thinking. Maybe she knows that what she has done will bring panic and tension to those purebloods, but what does this have to do with her? All her attention is now on On that white gem.

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