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Stephanie looked at her roommate and smiled.Her roommate looked delicate as a doll, with light brown hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as milk.

There are very few girls in Durmstrang, and the outside world almost thinks it is an all-boys school.

Also, with the existence of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Durmstrang, as a cold and hard school of black magic, is of course even more unpopular.But of course this cold school also has its strong beauty.

Stephanie doesn't appreciate the soft romance of Beauxbaton School of Magic. Although French romance is very popular, Stephanie is a little girl who loves to listen to the history of dynastic wars since she was a child. Her understanding of romance is completely different.

"I'm Matilda Link, hello." The girl who lived in the same room with Stephanie smiled and extended her hand of friendship to Stephanie.

"Hello, I'm Stephanie Alfred." Stephanie shook hands with Matilda, with a bright smile on her face.

After packing up her things, Matilda went to wash up, and then began to do maintenance, talking to Stephanie while doing maintenance: "I am the only child in the Link family, so my family sent me to Durmstrang came to study, hoping not to spoil me, how about you? You don't look like someone who needs exercise."

Stephanie was doing the same thing as Matilda, and answered her question casually: "Because Britain is too messy and Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is too soft, I don't want to just be a delicious little sweetheart."

"It's really rare. The weather in Northern Europe is a bit too harsh. Winter comes early and leaves late. I have prepared a lot of winter clothes. How about you?" Matilda curled her hair, lay down on the bed with a mask on her face , Take your own book and start reading.

Stephanie remembered that she didn't prepare enough clothes, and said, "Maybe I have to send clothes from my family tomorrow."

"Hahaha, I have to say this is a wise choice. When it's really cold, there may be a blizzard, and it's a little impossible for the owl to come in." Matilda smiled stiffly, "Oh, I forgot Ask, are you the only child in your family?"

"I'm the only girl in my family." Stephanie's answer made Matilda laugh again. It was indeed a clever answer, but it seemed too defensive.

"I'm French, you look like a German, no wonder I've never seen you." Matilda thought of the relationship between the two countries and wanted to laugh again, "You know, there are still people who hate each other."

"What about you?" Stephanie asked, raising an eyebrow.She moves a little slower, and she doesn't like to put on a mask, she just puts a little lotion on her face.

"I'm not so ignorant. The most important thing for a businessman is profit." Matilda is very open-minded, or in other words, profit supremacists are so generous.

While the two girls were chatting, a hawk flew in, dropped a large package by Stephanie's bed, and jumped up to rub on Stephanie's smooth calf.

Stephanie patted Gavin's head, and Gavin followed Stephanie to her own bed and opened the package, all the thick clothes inside suddenly popped out, almost burying Stephanie alive.

Struggling to get out of his pile of clothes, Gavin jumped and yelled a few times beside him.

"Gavin!" Stephanie scratched her hair, a little annoyed at Gavin's mocking of her, "Your jerky is gone!"

Gavin is a clever bird who is quite knowledgeable about current affairs. He immediately recovered his appearance as a steed, and hopped away from the battlefield.

Matilda giggled and asked, "Alfred, is this your messenger?"

"This is the eagle at home." With some headaches, Stephanie summoned her own beef jerky and fed it to Gavin piece by piece.

Using magic to shrink all her clothes into the closet, Stephanie saw a letter on the ground.

"Then you don't have an owl?" Matilda was a little surprised.

"As long as there is a double-sided mirror." Stephanie stuck out her tongue, picked up the letter on the floor, and glanced through it quickly, feeling that Bert and Severus cared for her, and Stephanie felt warm in her heart.

Walking to the desk, he quickly wrote a reply letter, and asked Gaiwen to deliver it to his brother.After watching Gavin leave, Stephanie put away the letter and climbed onto the bed.

"Good night, Link, you can call me Stephanie." Although Stephanie didn't fully approve of Matilda, Matilda gave her a pretty good first impression, at least she wouldn't ask anything she shouldn't ask , Speak with propriety.

Matilda smiled at Stephanie and said, "Maybe you can also call me Matilda, good night, Stephanie."

After uttering an unintelligible "um", Stephanie fell into a deep sleep.Long-distance travel can be considered tiring.

……

"what--!"

A man wearing ordinary craftsman's clothes fell to the ground, and there was a circle of Death Eaters standing beside him.

He kept rolling on the ground, hoping to reduce his pain, but it was all in vain.

The screams were very ear-piercing, but none of the people present dared to show any dissatisfied expressions or add a silencing spell or other magic to themselves.They could only stand here, feeling Voldemort's wrath, and Bellatrix's madness.

Bellatrix was standing on it performing Cruciatus, and Lucius was still writing his speech in the office, Voldemort did not summon him.

"Perhaps you all have forgotten what it means to work with your heart?" Voldemort stood up, looking at the trembling Death Eaters below with bloody eyes, and the shivering artisans curled up in a ball in the open space.

"The glory of pure blood is not an empty slogan. You say you want to build a pure blood paradise with me, so what about your efforts?" Voldemort asked with a strong hiss, and as he spoke, Nagini Crawled over from behind his seat.

Such a performance gave the people present a deep shock.I kept praying in my heart that I would not be found by Voldemort.

"Olaine, I heard that your Andromeda hasn't appeared for a long time, is that true?" Voldemort gave the craftsman a restraint, making him unable to move, let alone scream, and Bellatrix punished him more easily stand up.

The eerie silence made the Death Eaters present dare not take a breath, and could only lower their heads, not looking at their king.

"Yes, mylord." Orion stood up from the crowd of Death Eaters and knelt down to salute Voldemort again.Trying to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, he felt his throat was terribly dry.He tried his best to calm himself down. After all, Blake was a great nobleman, so he should have the demeanor of a nobleman.

"Is that so, then you have looked for her? A Black who is unwilling to serve us?" Voldemort asked lightly, and a slight "pop" sounded, and Orion knew that Voldemort was tapping his palm with his wand.

Since Voldemort's plan to become a professor at Hogwarts went bankrupt, he has been dissatisfied with Orion a lot. Such a question made Orion sweat on his forehead, and the sweat on his back wet his clothes.

"Andromeda is just a poor girl, mylord, she is willing to serve you, but she hasn't come back from her graduation trip, maybe she is trying to improve herself on the way, so that she can serve you in the future." Olaine sweated from It ran down his forehead, past his eyebrows, and into his eyes, causing a tinge of pain.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Hearing this incantation, Orion immediately closed his eyes, tightly closing his own eyes. He didn't dare to hide at all, but he didn't feel any pain in his body.

Tentatively opening his eyes, Orion glanced at his lower left corner, and the craftsman really convulsed even more violently on the ground.

"Very well, Orion, you haven't made any mistakes recently, I decided to hand over our poor Nott to you, maybe you can teach him how to be an excellent Death Eater?" Voldemort's blood-red eyes fixed on Orion , the magic pressure pressed on Orion.

Orion buried his head deeply, knelt on the ground and said: "Yes, mylord!" Orion answered with confidence, as if he was confident in completing Voldemort's task.

Voldemort walked back and forth on the stage and said, "Then go to the dungeon and take Mr. Nott away now."

"Yes, mylord." Orion tried his best to take a small deep breath, stood up and saluted Voldemort again, and then walked quickly to the dungeon.

Voldemort's red eyes fell on the pained craftsman again: "Bella, stop."

"But master, this guy..." Bellatrix did not satisfy her sadistic desire at all, and refused to let it go.

Voldemort didn't explain much, but Cruciatus fell on Bellatrix casually.

The vicious female Death Eater rolled to the ground and screamed in embarrassment: "Mylord, your servant knows it's wrong!"

Only then did Voldemort cancel and continue, hooking his fingers, and the pile of documents on the seat flew into his hands.

Bellatrix struggled to get up from the ground, her long black hair was in a mess, and her husband stood on the other side, watching Bellatrix even though she was so abused, she also watched with fascination Voldemort, the heart is full of sadness.

Voldemort looked at the documents one by one, until finally he showed a bloodthirsty smile. Looking at the craftsman was like looking at a dead man.

He stepped down from the throne, and the Death Eaters made way for him.He walked up to the craftsman, who was covered in a puddle of feces and urine, and his head was covered in snot and tears.

"My honest friend Bagnell, what you say is that there is nothing wrong with the creation of this pile of waste?" Voldemort's voice was soft and gloomy.

Voldemort looked at the way the craftsman was about to shake his head, and showed a contemptuous smile. Without warning, a flame ignited in his hand, and all the materials were burned, leaving no ashes.

"I said, don't try to challenge my bottom line of patience again and again. You can only analyze with the blueprint? In the end, you have to buy the finished product from Alfred, so what am I supporting you? ' Voldemort laughed cruelly.

"Do you have any good ideas? What should we do with this waste? Huh?" Voldemort's eyes were dangerous, and no one dared to meet him.

After a while, no one answered his words, but Voldemort unexpectedly did not punish the people present, but said lightly: "In this case, you can become the floor, or you can research a different floor structure."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, the restraint was lifted, and Bagnell let out a sharp cry, his body was constantly melting into the marble floor, as if he was a part of the floor.

The shrill howling sound was like the scream of a banshee, with the power to penetrate the soul. The faces of the Death Eaters under the mask were like gold paper, and they didn't even dare to tremble. They held their breath and felt Only the pain of suffocation can take a little breath.

In the end, only one head was left on the ground. Bagnell's eyes were empty, his eyes weeping blood, his mouth was opened wide, and there was not much skin left on his face. His face was facing the food. Dead Apostles seem to be shouting.

Voldemort slowly walked up to his throne. Every time he took a step, Bagnell's expression became more and more painful. It was so weird that it made people's hearts chill. These Death Eaters also looked limp.

"I think you have learned how to be dedicated?" Wherever Voldemort's bloody eyes fell, the Death Eaters couldn't help but back away.

"Yes, mylord!" Bellatrix was the first to react, kneeling on the ground excitedly, wanting to kiss Voldemort's toes.

With Bellatrix taking the lead, these Death Eaters also reacted and knelt down to show their loyalty.