Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 257 The Great Dog Trainer
"Why did you tell me this?"

Voldemort was a little puzzled. In his opinion, Lucius could completely hide this part of the content.

"In fact, my father wanted me to reveal the biggest secret of the Malfoy family to you a long time ago, starting with knowing that you intend to make a difference in the Muggle world." Lucius said calmly.

It can be seen that telling this secret has relieved him a lot of pressure.

"That's from last summer, right?" Voldemort asked.

Lucius nodded, indicating that it was at that point in time.

"You have a very close relationship with the queen?" Voldemort asked with his head down, playing with his wand.

"When she joined the army in World War II, her father was by her side to protect her. At that time, they were very...close."

The wand-waving hand paused, and Voldemort frowned at Lucius.

No, just say what you say, what do you mean by stopping for a while?
How come, in such a trance, a few different colors have been added to such an ordinary sentence.

"Nothing happened between them, it was just a relatively close friendship."

Seeing that Voldemort's eyes were wrong, Lucius hastily added a sentence.

Voldemort rolled his eyes at him directly, if you didn't say this, I wouldn't think any deeper.

"Well, I think so too."

Voldemort waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to know about Senior Abu's love history, "Senior Abu wants you to do this, and you said it, it seems that you want to share this connection with me, right?"

"Yes."

After Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, he hurriedly said, "Dark Lord, I beg you to use this relationship carefully, it involves the reputation and future of the Malfoy family."

Voldemort nodded solemnly, he understood what Lucius meant.

If this matter is exposed in the wizarding world, then the Malfoy family is equivalent to betraying all pure-blood families.

Everyone quit back then, and it turned out that your Malfoy family played tricks, which is a bit unreasonable.

As a result, it may even trigger other pure-blood families to resist the Malfoy family, and their future is really worrying.

"I'll be careful, Lucius, you can trust that."

Voldemort made a solemn promise, and immediately promised benefits, "If I want to use it, the Malfoy family will definitely benefit from it in return."

Lucius hurriedly expressed his thanks, and said a lot of "balaba" without asking for anything in return.

Voldemort thought he was farting and didn't listen to a word.

When he finally got a little impatient, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said, "It's almost time, Lucius, we are leaving."

So he and Lucius walked out of the conference room and called Nott Sr., Barty Jr., and Winky.

The group of people followed Voldemort again Apparated and disappeared in the Riddle Building.

Pokis looked at all this enviously, turned back angrily, and went to read his WOMBAT exam materials.

"Whoosh."

The figures of a group of people appeared in a dense jungle.

"Where is this?" Old Nott asked first.

"Get out your wands, friends, there may be a fight, but don't kill the brutes."

Voldemort didn't explain to him, just took out his wand and said.

As soon as his words fell, a low roar sounded in the jungle.

The sound was very similar to the sound made from the throat of a wild beast before attacking, to intimidate the enemy.

Everyone hurriedly formed a circle back to back, and black shadows began to shuttle in the woods.

"The wolf cubs?"

Little Barty judged the identity of the enemy from a black shadow.

"It's them, they don't look very friendly."

Voldemort said with a smile, his wand on his chest, and he didn't strike rashly.

"Whoosh."

As soon as the light flashed out, it was Barty Jr. who took the lead in attacking and hit a shuttle figure.

"Boom."

The figure instantly turned into a sheep, and the black shadows beside it froze for a moment, then rushed up.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, Barty Jr. was indeed capable of both civil and military skills.

He chose a very clever attack method, which not only caused the enemy to self-mutilate, but also exposed more enemies.

"attack."

Batty Jr. roared happily, followed by continuous spell attacks.

Winky and Voldemort, were the only ones not involved.

"enough."

A sudden roar made everyone stop.

And at this moment, Voldemort moved.

His body leaned forward, but in an instant it turned into a purple-gold light.

"Shh."

The light rushed straight to the starting point of the sound, and the person who called out jumped to avoid it in fright.

But when the light came to his side, it didn't hit him, but instantly transformed into Voldemort's appearance.

At the same time, Voldemort waved his wand.

A thin black flame, extending from his wand, whipped towards the speaker.

"Is it Fiend?"

The dodging figure screamed in horror, and tried to dodge.

But that's completely pointless.

The whip made of Fiendfire danced like a spirit snake.

It rewinds in the exact opposite direction to the direction Voldemort swung his wand, which directly causes the dodger's prediction to fail.

"Snapped."

The whip hit the man, instantly leaving a black mark on him.

He should be grateful to Voldemort, if it wasn't for his precise control, Fiendfire could have split the man in two, or set him on fire.

"Greyback."

Voldemort spoke, but the movement of his hands did not stop, and the fire whip was still whipping non-stop.

"If I were you, I wouldn't dodge. It would make me unable to control my strength and kill you directly."

As he spoke, he held his wand.

He never swung his wand again, except when he swung Fiendfyre once.

As for the fire whip that made a "whoosh" sound and kept lashing at Greyback's body, it was completely acting on its own.

Soul magic is just so magical.

"Ah, master, ah...please forgive me...ah, me."

Greyback obediently stopped avoiding, but the pain was still there, so he had to howl.

But Voldemort ignored him at all, just holding his wand, watching the fire whip hit him again and again in a numb manner.

The battle on the other side has long since ended, whether it was the wizards or the werewolves who were scurrying around before, they all focused their attention on this place.

The wizards lowered their heads, not daring to look at the brutal Dark Lord.

The werewolves also bowed their heads for unknown reasons, perhaps in silence for their leader.

"Master...hit again...you will die if you hit again."

Greyback had collapsed to the ground, and if it wasn't for the desire to survive, he wouldn't even have the strength to speak.

Fiendfire was too fierce, even if Voldemort controlled it well, the whip of fire whipped on his body was like blessing his soul.

But Voldemort just didn't speak, just held his wand motionless.

Only the non-stop flying fire whip proved his determination to teach his subordinate a lesson.

Voldemort, the great dog trainer, is online, keep strangers away.

(End of this chapter)