Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 242 Leave this to me
Some people cry, some people laugh.

Voldemort was so excited right now.

Really, even he himself didn't expect that the Ministry of Magic has fallen to such a point now, that the upright Aurors with the eight scriptures will be cowarded like that.

No shot~
This is completely different from the hardliners in his impression.

Rescuing many former "Death Eaters" and absorbing a lot of new power, Voldemort is full of ambition.

In the blink of an eye, his power has more than expanded tenfold.

I thought three servants were useless, but now it’s all right, there are a hundred more people, and I don’t have to walk sideways in England in the future, and I don’t have to be afraid of the east and the west, and I don’t have to be tied up.

"Congratulations, master, congratulations, master."

Peter is used to coming to things, seeing the dark expression on Voldemort's face, it would be better if he didn't lick it now.

The fat mouse knelt at Voldemort's feet all of a sudden, he was three times happier than having his own son.

This lick made Voldemort feel comfortable.

He glanced at the fat and stupid Peter, and smiled slightly.

"Okay, Perudi, let people see what it looks like."

Fat Mouse was the first one to join him, and his loyalty had been tested to a certain extent. Although he had no skills, he knew how to behave. Voldemort was quite satisfied.

It's okay to treat him generously and leave it as a horse bone.

"I'm happy for my master."

Betrayed for the first time, the second time is a matter of course, there is nothing unusual on Peter's face, looking at Voldemort with admiration and a little fanaticism.

"With such a manpower, the master can make a comeback in a short time!"

"Hahahaha!"

Really talking, Voldemort laughed.

Although he is only 1.4 meters tall, he is full of spirit when he smiles.

Smiling and laughing, I feel more and more proud.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

Originally thinking about the development of Quiet Mimi for a few years, who would have thought that she would restore her former power all of a sudden.

Picking a day is worse than hitting the day.

Not as good
Go directly to attack the Ministry of Magic and stand up!
It's not that Voldemort is whimsical, but that the right time, place and people are in his hands at this time, so it's a pity not to do something.

The weather was dark, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the Aurors were patrolling everywhere. Those who stayed in the headquarters were only some civil servants who couldn't lift their hands or shoulders, and they could surprise them.

The location is right, the Ministry of Magic has already been touched by him once last time, even if some of the restrictions are changed, it is impossible to stop him.

As for Renhe
Didn't you see those villains' eyes are green? If this hostility doesn't dissipate, they will hurt themselves sooner or later.

Isn't the Ministry of Magic the best place to vent your anger on?

Of course, there is one more crucial thing.

My precious Lord of the Rings is still in the Ministry of Magic's contraband warehouse.

It was his, his only baby!

"Ok?"

Rubbing the ring on his hand, Tom Riddle suddenly had an idea.

How do you feel that someone is plotting against him behind his back?

However, now is not the time to ponder.

Taking a long breath, Tom, who had been happy outside for a long time, suppressed this strange thought, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the battlefield not far ahead through the mask.

The magic light was shining, and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were having a lively fight with three or five fugitives.

"Go!"

The Ministry of Magic is in the open, and "Death Bloom" is in the dark, so it can't just reap the benefits without making efforts.With a wave of his hand, Tom flew over with several security guards from "saints".

With a cold shot in the back, the fugitives who were already at a disadvantage were no opponents at all, and they were captured within three minutes.

"Good job."

"Each each other."

When the two groups met each other, they both knew what was going on. Although they couldn't get along, they could barely maintain a polite face.

After all, such a scene is not once or twice.

Those Aurors were almost used to the existence of this private armed group.
The action is over, and I intend to bid farewell.

Unexpectedly, suddenly, the expression of the leading Auror changed, and he looked at Tom warily.

Tom froze.

Why, help and help wrong?
In the last second, the atmosphere of "hello, me, everyone" suddenly became tense.

Although he didn't pull out his wand, his eyes seemed to want to eat the opponent.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Unfortunately, no one knows what happened.
"Oh, well, I'll be right back."

There was another burst of secret messages, and the leading Auror restrained his hostility.

After pondering for a moment, he said with an ugly face.

"It's my fault. Today's incident was a misunderstanding, as long as there is no conflict. When we meet again, I will definitely apologize to you guys.

let's go! "

The previous paragraph was with Tom, but the latter paragraph was with my brother.Before the leader had time to defend himself, he "shifted shape and changed shadow" and disappeared.

The rest of the Aurors quickly followed.

They are all experts, come and go quickly.

Tom didn't understand what was going on here, but Wuyang Wuyang disappeared there.

"strangeness."

When they left, Tom scratched his head.

No matter how you look at it, what happened just now seems weird.

I'm afraid Lord Sauron made a move?

No, if it's Lord Sauron, how can these Aurors survive?
"Tom."

Whatever came to mind, just as he was saying Sauron's name, Sauron's voice sounded in his mind.

Tom was so startled that he almost fell to his knees.

"Big, big, my lord."

No wonder there is a saying in the organization that is only heard, not spoken.

"Beware, the eyes of death (Sauron) are upon you"

As soon as a thought came to him, did Master Sauron feel it?

Tom's thighs trembled, and the sweat dripped down his brow all at once.

"I haven't seen you for a while, why are you still stuttering? Why, what did you do to apologize to me?"

This servant of mine has too many eyes, and I left it with Gellert's hapless uncle, and I forgot to beat it during this time.

Klein sneered, deliberately lowering his voice.

"My lord, I dare not, I really didn't do anything!"

Now Tom panicked.

If he still thought about "he can replace him" when he first had his own consciousness, but with the increase of his knowledge, his ambition has long been sealed.

From Voldemort, not Voldemort after all.

He is neither stupid nor crazy.

If Sauron doesn't fall, he won't have a day of success.

That being the case, it's better to do things honestly and strive to be the second in command, one head higher than Avery and Karak.

"Ah."

Klein smiled, like a mirror in his heart.

As soon as the wind changed, he continued to speak.

"I have good news for you. Voldemort led his mob to fight against the Ministry of Magic. Don't you think your soul is broken? This time your chance has come.

If you can cut off a few pieces of soul, it will be yours. "

Voldemort attacking the Ministry of Magic?

No wonder those Aurors looked hurriedly just now, as if something happened.

That's what happened.

Tom's eyes lit up.

"My lord, leave this matter to me!"

(End of this chapter)