All things are three at Hogwarts

Voldemort raised his huge pale palm, and these slates flew out from Lucius's tray and floated in front of Voldemort. His gleaming red eyes and vertical pupils focused on the stone slabs, exploring them carefully.

"Master, the slate vaguely describes the location of the collection." Lucius pointed his finger at a location on the rightmost slate. "I have read a lot of information, and finally I can confirm that this location should be roughly in Baden-Wuerten. The black forest near Baozhou...but where it is specifically, Master, I still need enough time to explore..."

Voldemort ignored Lucius and brushed his pale palms over the stone slabs, which were carved with lines of text. After carefully identifying the words, Voldemort directed the slates to fall steadily on the table. He took out his wand and tapped on the slates.

"Reveal your secret." The suspicious Voldemort cast a spell to determine the history of the stone slab, and confirmed that the stone slab had indeed gone through thousands of years and was not a fake. Voldemort's cold mouth opened.

Lucius smoothed his long hair that was combed back, bowed slightly, and looked respectful: "Master... we used all the detection spells we could think of on this stone slab. Only after confirming the authenticity did we dare to give it to Master, watch."

Bellatrix looked at her brother-in-law Lucius, propped herself on the chair with the replica of Vecna's hand, tilted her body closer to Voldemort, and made a sharp baby-like voice: "My master, at least Lucius is more reliable than that group of losers."

"Lucius, it seems that you are very good at digging things? I will leave this task to you..." Voldemort put the cover back and patted it gently to show that he was in a good mood at this time, "Lucius, I What should I reward you with?"

This made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief. Even Bella could not bear the rage of their master in the previous series of times.

"No, it's an honor for me to serve my master..." Lucius quickly bowed and refused, looking at the Death Eaters around him looking a little complacent. Then, Lucius suddenly remembered his friend's broken arm, "If it's okay, Master, Rudolfs' hand is broken... Is it okay..." After blurting out, Lucius suddenly realized that the Dark Lord didn't even intend to look at his arm. He would not generously give such a rare thing to his subordinates for use. He continued to explain with a twinkle in his eyes, "Master, can you make another replica of the Hand of Vecna... Serving the master is not the end of the world." I should be eager for rewards, but I do have such a wish, Rudolfs is still useful to the master..."

"Shut up! Lucius! You don't need to judge who is useful to the master!" After bellatrix yelled, she looked away uncomfortably to Lucius who was looking at her.

Voldemort did not respond to Lucius's request or Bellatrix. He looked at these stone slabs with fiery eyes again. Just a Vecna's hand is nothing. If the hands and eyes are used together, will have greater power, and now he knows that there is a third piece... If he can gather these three pieces, a greedy and cruel look flashed through his eyes: "Parkinson, I will give you another chance to collect vitamins." The information from the Eye of Kena, if you can’t do this little thing well, then you will be worthless.”

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Old Parkinson almost knelt at his feet with surprise on his face, "I promise you, Master, I will do my best to do this well."

"It's best that this is the case. This is what your daughter Pansy Parkinson, who is better than you, will fight for you, otherwise Nagini will be willing to enjoy a dinner." Voldemort once again took out the letter sent by Pansy Parkinson. Flying towards Lucius, Lucius subconsciously grabbed the parchment and said, "Read the contents of the letter to them."

Lucius quickly took it and explained the conflict between Harris and Dumbledore in the letter, as well as the British pure-blood families who wanted to unite to deal with Harris' attempt to drive them out of the UK, and Pansy's inquiry about the next action.

"Tell me what you think." After Lucius finished reading, Voldemort asked loudly towards the group of Death Eaters, the firelight emitting a strange light in his red eyes.

"Even if Ellen Harris and Dumbledore unite, the master is not afraid!" Bellatrix said with a baby-like voice with feverish eyes, "What a selfish pureblood like Harris is doing All pureblood traitors! Like sores, they have to be cut out."

Rabastan Lestrange's rough voice sounded immediately: "I hope these pure-blood families can defeat the traitor Harris and let them go back to Germany with their tail between their legs!"

Rudolfs glanced at his hot-blooded brother who was waving his fists, and hesitantly added: "Harris's speech made those pure-blood families who originally favored Harris seem to be forced to support Dumbledore... As long as we let Harris lost, which is very good for us...if they don't have the Ministry of Magic, we can easily deal with them."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lestrange, who is famous for the speed of swinging his stick with his right hand, is also full of wisdom." A tall man with oily hair and pockmarked face said sarcastically with a bored expression. He was August Luke. Wood was a spy placed in the Ministry of Magic by a mysterious man during the First Wizarding War. Before his arrest, he worked in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and was responsible for passing on intelligence from the Ministry of Magic to the mysterious man. After escaping from prison last year, Voldemort learned about the secrets placed in the Ministry of Magic through him. The prophecy ball in the Ministry of Magic has recently become quite popular with the Dark Lord because of his identity as a former Silent Man.

After hearing this, Rabastan touched his wand and seemed to want to attack him, but was suppressed by Bellatrix's fearful sister-in-law's aura with a glance. Then Bellatrix turned his eyes to O. Gust asked arrogantly: "My swing speed is not slow either. Do you want to try it?"

"Sorry... Bellatrix, I have no other intentions." August Rookwood bowed his head obediently and did not dare to look at Bella.

"That's enough, I'm not here to listen to your quarrels because I want you to have your say!" came the impatient voice of the mysterious man, "Rudolfs, please continue."

This startled all the Death Eaters present to ask for forgiveness. However, many Death Eaters around looked at Rudolf Lestrange, and many looked at his broken wrist with undisguised contempt. Some of them glanced at Bellatrix's belly pretending to be casual.

Rudolfs quietly glanced at the calm and thoughtful Voldemort, and continued bravely: "Harris doesn't want to see those pure-blood families, and the measures he is taking now are to push them to a dead end, and Dumbledore It is also very inconsistent with their ideas. It seems that they are not too satisfied with Dumbledore... I think we can try to contact them again. In addition, many pure-blood families outside the UK are also very dissatisfied with Harris's decision..."

Voldemort did not comment on their words, and his sharp eyes fell on Bellatrix.

"Master, I think this stupid suggestion is quite feasible." Bellatrix put on her baby-like voice again, "But this is not enough. How can we defeat Harris without our participation? We have to Fight back to England!"

Lucius was a little anxious. Although he also thought that Harris's actions were crazy and a betrayal of pure blood, but the current situation meant that it was too late for him to get off Harris's boat. He was completely I don't want Harris to really fall: "But the Ministry of Magic is not yet powerful enough..."

"Lucius, you are still too cowardly. We don't need to attack the British wizarding world. We can use Apparition to attack those Muggles to put pressure on the British Ministry of Magic and give pure-blood families an excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic." Rabastan Lucius interrupted with a gruff voice, just as his brother Rudolfs used to love to do.

"Lucius, before you go to complete the next excavation mission, use your undisclosed identity to return to England and contact those pure-blood families who did not choose us before. They wanted to join Harris before, but now the situation has become In this way, a bunch of idiots...be careful not to reveal our information in front of your son. Your son's position will be useful to us in the future..." Voldemort interrupted Lucius's retort with his eyes widened viciously, and he said jokingly He mocked, "Also, Rabastan, take some people back to England to complete your idea. Take that idiot Crabbe and give him a chance... As for the purebloods outside England, go ahead, August."

"I will comply with your wishes, Master..." Lucius was worried that the Dark Lord had begun to focus on Draco again, but fortunately, at least it seemed that he had no further plans in a short time.

"By the way, when you return to England, let Narcissa come over to accompany Bella."