Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

In the dark room.

Voldemort stood in front of the mirror and looked at Umbridge inside.

She was smiling like a girl pretending to be innocent, and her voice was also a deliberately falsetto.

"so……"

Voldemort expressionlessly interrupted Umbridge's description.

"You failed completely."

Umbridge was silent for a moment, then nodded: "But we..."

Voldemort was not interested in listening to Umbridge's continued words. He raised his wand: "Cruciato!"

As if the mirror really connected the worlds on both sides, the flash of the spell passed through the mirror and fell on Umbridge.

The pink tank let out a high-pitched scream, then fell to the ground and began to roll.

"You think you did a good job and it doesn't matter if you fail, right?"

The original calmness on Voldemort's face suddenly completely disappeared.

"Then you think my plan is unnecessary, right?"

Voldemort walked furiously back and forth in the small room, keeping his wand pointed at the mirror.

"How long have I been preparing for this plan!"

"How many things have I done to restrict Lu Ke?"

"You let my plan fail, why?"

Voldemort sneered: "You think I can't see that you are trying to please Fudge, Fudge!"

"The Minister of Magic who was so stupid that he didn't even believe that I was back, a frail, cowardly and ridiculous old wizard!"

"You made my plan fail for his temporary pleasure, and you still want to lie in front of me to escape responsibility?"

Voldemort took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

"Okay, let's spend this short beautiful time together."

Then he lowered his wand.

This is of course not because Voldemort really let Umbridge go, but if this continues, Umbridge will become a madman with Voldemort's accomplishments in the Cruciatus Curse.

Of course, many Death Eaters are lunatics, and Voldemort doesn't mind at all. It's just that Umbridge's usage of Death Eaters is different from other Death Eaters.

She should be a hypocrite.

If this hypocrite really turns into a manic villain who is always raising his magic wand to gnaw big melons, it will be useless.

Of course Voldemort didn't care whether Umbridge was useful or not, he just cherished his tools.

Whether it is easy to use or not is another matter, at least now she is irreplaceable.

Umbridge fell to her knees, her true colors now revealed, a terrified witch.

"I know if you can understand what I did..."

Voldemort glanced at Umbridge, then nodded to himself: "Okay, you don't understand."

"Forget it, I'll tell you slowly."

Voldemort put down his wand and stood in front of the mirror, following instructions like a good teacher: "So far, two people have defeated me. One is Lu Ke, who is a fire dragon, and Harry Potter, who The strength to rely on is now within me.”

"What can I do to escape this danger forever?"

"I used to look for countless things, prophecies, powerful spells, and ancient relics, but now I understand that there was always a Dumbledore, he just didn't find the opportunity."

"Did you see it? There is never any threat to you in the world. If you solve it, the world will freeze. You can be happy and invincible until the end of time."

"I need power, I need control."

"I want to get more power and control all enemies."

"And among these people, the most important ones are Dumbledore and Lu Ke."

"Lu Ke is especially troublesome because I have never been able to break his heart."

"But there is never anyone in the world who is not tortured by feelings."

"Harry Potter is the best method against Dumbledore, and Lu Ke..."

A flash of anger flashed across Voldemort's face.

"I have obviously prepared everything for him. Let him watch everything slowly get worse and eventually become irreversible. This is the best way to defeat him. He cares about far more people than Dumbledore..."

"In the end you failed!"

Voldemort glanced at Umbridge: "I must admit that Lu Ke is right to underestimate me, because I am surrounded by idiots, so I will naturally be regarded as an idiot."

Umbridge still wanted to explain a few words, but the previous Cruciatus Curse had exhausted all her strength, and now she couldn't even utter a word.

Voldemort raised his wand: "Don't let me down twice in a row."

Then the scene in the mirror changed to Voldemort standing in the darkness.

"Lu Ke..."

"Although you won again, I have understood the key...it will be different next time."

As he spoke, Voldemort waved his wand again, and then Isabella Strange appeared in front of him.

"Owner!"

Isabella Strange's soul of Bellatrix Lestrange has obviously been anticipating Voldemort's summons for a long time, and she showed an expression of excitement and enthusiasm when she saw Voldemort.

Voldemort sighed silently.

So far, this kind of fanaticism has been a very useful tool. But thinking about Dumbledore's calmness and Lu Ke's expressionless face, Voldemort will still be a little disappointed.

"Fudge just made a serious mistake. He contacted the attending wizard of the Wizengamot. Whoever it is, you can ask for the details."

Isabella Strange nodded with enthusiasm and excitement.

This is undoubtedly good news.

But immediately she stopped laughing.

Because Voldemort closed the mirror.

Isabella Strange: It was actually Bellatrix Lestrange who fell into a long depression.

Of course she didn't know that this was all Voldemort's concern for her.

The whole plan is actually very simple. Isabella Strange builds her prestige through her fight against Voldemort and becomes the new Minister of Magic.

This is the power Voldemort seeks.

The key is to make everyone believe that Isabella Trix and Voldemort are incompatible.

Although these two mirrors are Alchemy items created by Voldemort himself recently, it is not ruled out that someone can see through the communication. For safety reasons, the shorter the meeting time, the better.

For a tool like Umbridge that didn't matter if it was exposed, Voldemort was even in the mood to tear out the bones and enjoy the unique sound of the screams. But for Isabella Strange, Voldemort closed the mirror after finishing his words. .

He certainly knew that his most loyal servant Bellatrix Lestrange would fall into depression, but Voldemort was not worried.

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