Adventures of the Prince of HP

Three days later, it was the official meeting of the Death Eaters. Alan was originally studying in the dormitory, but was carried into the hall by Voldemort in his arms.

After the Death Eaters saw the situation, there was a moment of silence, and they all lowered their heads suddenly.

Allen glanced at them calmly, and found that Barty Crouch Jr. was sitting on the top seat on the right, while the second seat over there was empty. He slowly looked back, looked up at Voldemort obediently, and gently pulled Someone's skirt, "Brother, why should I come?"

Voldemort sat in the main seat, put Alan on his lap, and gently stroked his side cheeks. He didn't feel Alan's subtle evasion, and his words were slightly pampering, "Your reorganization plan, Shouldn't you be listening to the progress?"

The high-ranking Death Eaters present were shocked. Was that plan written by His Highness?

Allen paused, and with difficulty pulled out a smile, "...brother...really...?"

"The Dark Lord knew that Alan was doing it for his own good." Voldemort looked at him with dark red eyes, "and he has always fulfilled his promise to Alan."

Allen looked at the pair of black eyes that were getting thicker and thicker, and lowered his eyes, "...Really?"

Before Voldemort could say anything, Snape in a black robe appeared here. He saw Allen in Voldemort's arms, lowered his eyes calmly, knelt at Voldemort's feet, and kissed the Dark Lord's robe, "Master, I I'm late."

Allen's eyelashes didn't move at all.

Voldemort looked at him, "Oh, it's okay, Severus, take your seat." His dark red eyes swept over everyone present, "Let's begin!"

Barty Crouch Jr. glanced at Allen, lowered his eyes respectfully, and took the lead, "Master, according to the plan, ten Death Eaters will change their names and enter the Ministry of Magic, and five Death Eaters will enter various countries." In the Muggle world, eight Death Eaters have gone to the Ministry of Magic of various countries... The specific list has been sent."

He didn't say it directly, obviously he didn't trust Allen enough.

Voldemort didn't say anything about it, just nodded, "Barty has always been in my heart!"

Allen was startled, no, this was not his plan... The Death Eaters changed their names, how could they avoid the detection of the Ministry of Magic?Doing business controls the economy, and the Ministry of Magic of each country controls politics... This devil, is he aiming for the world this time?

He listened to these people get up one by one to report the arrangement, and every time Muggles were mentioned, they were full of disgust and dissatisfaction. He frowned until it was Bellatrix's turn. Said, "Master, I don't understand why you arranged for those Muggles, this kind of bedbug, just kill them, the Millennium Bridge we made collapsed..."

"Bella!" Voldemort whispered.

But Bellatrix didn't listen to him, and continued, "Many Muggle vehicles fell, and there were hurricanes in the west and five murders. These Muggles have no power to fight back..." She looked at Alan, whose face was gradually pale, felt a kind of pleasure in his heart, "The scream before dying is very beautiful!"

Voldemort's face became more and more serious, and the Death Eaters were silent, waiting to see their master's attitude towards Allen.

Unexpectedly, it was Allen who reacted first. He waved his hand, and the powerful magic threw Bella to the wall and rolled down again.Allen's double pupils sank, majestic and full of anger, he looked up at Voldemort, waved his hand to that side, Bellatrix let out a scream-the Cruciatus Curse, not weaker than Voldemort's.

All the Death Eaters lowered their eyes in fear, and Alan said softly, "Didn't my brother say that there is nothing wrong with the Muggle world? Let me ask you, is what she said true?"

Voldemort looked at Allen, and said for a while, "Yes."

Allen's face turned paler, and he couldn't explain why he had asked so much just now, what would he do if this person was lying, and what would he do if this person was telling the truth.His body was stiff, and he easily broke free from the man's embrace—the man relaxed his strength and stood up. He slowly faced the Death Eaters, "You all look down on Muggles?"

No one answered, but there was more or less disdain on their faces, except Snape.

Allen chuckled, "What a coincidence, I look down on you too."

The black wizards at the table raised their eyes in shock. Before they could make any further reactions, Allen took out a small magic projector from his pocket. Allen turned on the image, and missiles, tanks and other heavy weapons attacked the explosions. The documentary appeared in a very three-dimensional form in this rather small conference room.

The light and shadow illuminated everyone's faces, and the conference room was silent for a while.

"Heavy weapons," Allen acted as a temporary commentary, "The main battle tank is extremely fast, with a maximum range of 650 kilometers, can pass a vertical wall 1.2 meters high, ford 1.5 meters deep, and dive 5 meters deep. There is a cannon, anti-aircraft machine guns, parallel machine guns and heading machine guns, carrying 40 to 60 rounds of shells."

"Missiles come in a wide variety and are extremely lethal. One missile can flatten a small city, and its damage radius to underground facilities is 4.8 kilometers. The attack methods include optical radiation, nuclear radiation, and direct bombing. This is not the ultimate weapon... With all due respect, two missiles can probably flatten the wizarding world."

"This is the power of Muggles, and this is what Muggles have created entirely with their own wisdom!"

Allen glanced at the fearful faces of the crowd, chuckled and took out the medium-sized pistol that he carried with him, and raised his hand to show it to everyone. The barrel of the special gun is silver, and the handle is black with anti-slip settings, which is very beautiful.

"Using weapons of mass destruction to intimidate you seems like I'm pretending to be a tiger." Allen rubbed the barrel lightly, "The smallest and least lethal thermal weapon in the Muggle world - p230 pistol, made in 1977, semi-automatic, medium-caliber , made in Switzerland, equipped with a double-action trigger system and a hammer control system, uses no lock, weighs 460g, has a capacity of 7 rounds, a total length of 168mm, a barrel length of 92mm, and a width of 31mm.”

He raised his eyes, and put his left hand on the gun, "I don't use magic power, just use it, one-on-one with one of you—since you look down on Muggles, you must have the ability to escape from my gun."

Everyone was silent for a while, and most of the Death Eaters glanced at Batty quietly, and when they saw him looking at the main seat, they all followed him.Voldemort looked at Allen, who showed off the weapons made by Muggles, confident and dazzling, arrogant and unruly, it seemed that this group of people was completely ignored by him.

Allen tilted his head, "Oh, no one would dare!" He sneered, "Look down on Muggles? You deserve it too!"

Voldemort withdrew his gaze from Allen, and looked at the Death Eaters full of tables, "What? Don't you dare? This really makes the Dark Lord doubt your strength."

Allen paused, glanced at him, and didn't speak for a while.

Bella got up from the ground, "Master, I'm coming."

Allen didn't even look at her, "I don't fight women."

Bella sneered, "Don't you dare?"

Allen glanced at her, raised his hand and shot directly at her arm. Bella immediately raised her wand to cast a protective spell, but was broken because of underestimating the enemy and insufficient magic power output, and her arm was bleeding profusely. She yelled in shock and anger, her eyes were fierce, she raised her wand and shot a black magic spell at Allen. Allen dodged with his super perception of magic power, and his hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock, waiting steadily and relentlessly. Bella opened fire and shot, leaving four or five gunshot wounds on the opponent.

All the black wizards were silent. Bella was able to enter the high-level, not only because of her enthusiasm for Voldemort, but also because of her powerful magic power. Leave room, otherwise Bella would probably be dead with the first shot.

A killing curse came over, Allen's eyes sharpened, and he apparated behind Bella in a short distance, raised his leg and kicked her, and then the barrel of the gun was pressed against her head, "Mrs. Lestrange, you are too much!" Now...don't move, or I don't mind blowing your head!"

Voldemort snorted softly, "This is your strength, the Dark Lord has to say, he is very disappointed." He stood up, walked towards Allen, stretched out his hand to wrap around Allen's waist, and was caught by Allen. Len stepped back.

Allen looked at him quietly, and said softly, "...you broke the contract." Chong Tong became indifferent, and it was better to be gentle when looking at the gun. Allen snorted lightly, turned and left.