Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Lucius, you did a good job this time too. It's not like those idiots. You can't handle small things." Voldemort asked loudly toward a shrunken figure in the stone hall, "How about it, Parkinson, When can I hear the exact news from Vecna’s Eye?"

"Lord...Master...I...I will do my best...I will do my best... as soon as possible..." The sweat on the forehead of the old Parkinson, who had no clue, came out layer by layer, and then he was used by the big belly Bella. The wand turned into a whip whimpered and fell to the ground begging for mercy.

"Lucius, the reputation of the Malfoy family in the UK makes you more suitable to stay in the UK... continue to connect with those oppressed pure blood... As for Harry Potter... on the Harry Potter issue... we let Potter has lived here..." Voldemort raised his gaze again and looked at Lucius, "When Potter reaches adulthood, the magic that protects him will fail. So, in addition to doing the alliance, Lucius, you have the rest Focus on collecting information on Potter and the Order of the Phoenix... This matter is left to you, Lucius. Don’t contact your son during the holidays and don’t interfere with the relationship between him and Harris... Put it on Bock. The vanishing cabinet in the Bogin store was sent back to Albania... As for the matter of digging the ruins for you before, leave it to..."

　　 Voldemort's calm voice paused, and his thoughtful eyes glided over the wizards in the stone hall.

Lucius Malfoy knew in his heart that before Dumbledore and Allen were in Hogwarts together, the owner did not dare to enter it easily; and now Hogwarts has become Allen’s private property, but he still has As a backer, the gods wanted to deal with Potter at Hogwarts, it was not safe and secure. Therefore, the most critical time point is after Porter’s summer vacation and before the beginning of school. Use this time to assassinate Porter-and the Vanishing Cabinet is a backup follow-up method. You can use it to sneak in when you have to. Hogwarts.

"Lord Dark Lord... let's go... I and the wolf cubs will definitely dig it out for you." As a werewolf, Fenrir Greyback and his men were not taken by Voldemort in a strict sense because of their special identity. The Death Eaters did not have the qualifications to be branded with the Dark Demon mark—it was just that the recent long-term underground life had suffocated these guys.

"Master, I suggest that maybe Rudolphs can be in charge of this matter, you know... He used to have a good history of magic at school. He can tell what should be touched and what should not be touched. I can do a good job handover with him. "Lucius Malfoy quickly recommended his friend to take over.

　　 Rudolphs, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Lucius, his lips moved without making a sound.

　　 "Still wanting Rudolphs to obtain a copy of Vecna's hand? Lucius?" Voldemort's red eyes narrowed and stared at Lucius Malfoy, his eyes sharp.

　　 Lucius was said to be thinking, he lowered his head, his skin looked sallow under the light of the fire, and his voice was a little hoarse to admit: "Pray for mercy from the master."

　　 "Master, it is better to find something to do for him instead of raising a waste." Bellatrix held his chin high, his voice scornful.

Voldemort tilted his head slightly to one side, looked at Bellatrix, paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Our Rudolph has to complete a small trial before he can get rewards and rewards that are not his own. Mission... That's it, let's end the meeting..."

　　 Voldemort stood up cleanly and walked towards his personal study, letting his figure disappear from the hall.

"You are too risky..." Narcissa gave Lucius a reproachful glance, her slender fingers gently shook Lucius's wrist, and she helped Bellatrix back to her. s room.

Many Death Eaters were not eager to leave the stone hall. They gathered around Lucius, deliberately showing admiration, and wanted to have a good relationship with the celebrities in front of their masters-Lucius has been doing an outstanding succession since recruiting giants. Several tasks have been completed.

"I really envy you, Lucius. Although the master is in a good mood these days, you are the first one to praise you clearly." A sturdy little woman, she let herself close with her shaved shoulders exposed. Lucius complimented, this action made her somewhat hunched back look even more hunched.

Beside her, a sturdy man let his mouth with a weird smile on his face echoed. He was a hunched back like a woman, with a pale dough-like face and small green bean eyes—he It's Amicus Carlo, and that hunchback woman is his younger sister, Alecto Carlo.

The Kahlo family is one of the Holy Twenty-Eighth Pureblood family. Both brothers and sisters participated in the first Wizarding War, but after the mysterious man lost power, they managed to escape Azkaban’s imprisonment. Recently, the moody mysterious man made everyone Both felt scared, which made the two brothers and sisters who had come from a high regard also had to decide to compliment the red man under the Dark Lord.

Fenrir Greyback held his arms without saying a word and looked on, seeing these Death Eaters eagerly to please Lucius, grinning disdainfully, and their hideous expressions made some food fearful of him. The deceased quickened his pace and left the stone hall.

"Lucius, if it's not convenient for you to follow the owner's request, you can let Draco live in my house..." Old Parkinson made sure that neither the Dark Lord nor Bellatrix got up after the hall. "What happened at Hogwarts that day caused a sensation among wizards all over the world. In those days, TV stations repeatedly broadcast videos and invited many so-called experts to comment. Dumbledore's ruined fate made the owner even more elusive... "

　　 Like most of the Death Eaters here, they have long learned how to linger under the whip of their master and mistress.

"Speak carefully, Parkinson, or you'll have to get the whip..." Crabbe got up from his position and, as Malfoy's vassal family, he leaned in and whispered in Lucius' ear and told him that he was his boss at school. Lucius had some information, the mysterious man’s attitude towards Dumbledore’s being driven away was hard to guess.

"Speaking of the Harris family is too bastard, they are even more pure-blooded traitors than the Weasleys, how can they care so much about those mudbloods with impure blood, are you right, Lucius..." Parkinson Relying on his previous understanding of Lucius, he deliberately said something he thought he would like to hear, "Those outsiders are not as united as we are. We British Death Eaters are the first to follow their masters. We should unite. Foreigners here More and more recently...we have to be careful."

After the greeting, Lucius finally got rid of the Death Eaters and returned to his room, only to find that Rudolphs had been sitting on a chair in the room and waiting for a long time ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ heard the movement at the door, Rudolphs got up and walked straight to Lucius. Before Lucius was still speaking, he raised his intact arm, punched him straight and hit Lucius in the face, "Last time I told you, don’t take this risk!"

Lucius was beaten to the side, and he staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his figure. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood from his nose, "Do you really want to do this for a lifetime? Look, this time the master didn’t agree."

Lucius looked at the blood stains on his hand, and then slammed Rudolphs with a punch. Rudolphs reached out to block Lucius’s attack, and Lucius grabbed Rudolphs and slammed. The fist hit his stomach hard. Rudolphs has only one hand, which can't attack when used to block, so he can only dodge as much as possible and wait for the opportunity to fight back. Later, Rudolphs, who became angry, didn't evade at all, and directly used his body to resist, and attacked Lucius with his intact arm. The two of you came and went, punched, kicked, and stalked for a long time, and finally sat on the ground, panting, shoulder-to-shoulder paralysis.

The faces of both of them are colored. In contrast, Lucius’s situation is much better than Rudolphs with a swollen nose and bleeding mouth. After all, he has two healthy hands, while Rudolphs can only use one fist. attack.

"I couldn't beat you before, whether it's a wand or a fist..." Lucius reached out and touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth, hissed with pain, and his eyes fell on Rudolph's broken arm. "Just for For this reason, I asked the master..."