Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Two men suddenly appeared from nowhere and walked quickly through a narrow alley.

"This will be...hiss...the greatest honor of your life," said the taller one.

"I don't think so." Lannis said without turning his head, "But Mr. Crouch, could you please stop sticking out your tongue? It's disgusting."

"Ho!"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes flashed coldly, "I'll consider it...if you can leave alive today."

The lane was bordered by a thorn bush on the left and a neatly trimmed hedge on the right. At the end of the lane, where you turned a corner, you could see two imposing wrought iron gates.

Neither of them stopped, but walked straight through the wrought-iron gates, just like they walked through Platform 9 at King's Cross Station.

"Such a conspicuous mansion." Lannis looked at the peacock beside the pool. "This should be the home of that Malfoy. Everyone knows that he is a Death Eater. Aren't you afraid that the Aurors will come to find you?"

"Why should we be afraid of Aurors." Barty Crouch Jr. stuck out his tongue. "Also, do you really think this is Lucius Malfoy's house?"

Barty Crouch Jr. sneered twice, walked into the house gate first, and Lannis followed closely behind.

They seemed to have passed through an invisible door again.

The original foyer quickly disappeared as the light distorted, and was replaced by a gorgeous room.

The precious marble floor sparkled, and the tapestries on the walls on both sides were embroidered with exquisite patterns. If you get closer, you will find that the patterns are all embroidered with whole unicorn tail hair, and each one is worth a fortune.

This must be the Malfoy family's home. Only he would make his home so luxurious.

But now is not the time to think about that.

When he and Barty Crouch Jr. entered the room, it was already full of people, all sitting around a long, elegantly decorated table.

The long table was not full and there were still empty seats, but after they came in, two Dementors blocked the door.

"Everyone is here." A clear voice came from the head of the table. "Welcome, my loyal servant Batty. You have killed a nasty bug. This is the best news I have heard recently."

Under the flickering candlelight, the man's face emerged from the shadows. He had no hair, was snake-like, had two long nostrils, and a pair of shiny red eyes with vertical pupils.

I don’t know if it was because the light was too dim or for some other reason, but his face was half pale and half dark.

"It's my pleasure, Master." Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground, his face distorted with excitement.

"It's really an honor to just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor."

A sarcastic voice came, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Welcome to you too, our new friend... a warrior who killed the legendary Auror." Voldemort's red eyes seemed to flash.

"Welcome, please take a seat. We have been waiting for you for a long time." He pointed to an empty seat on the right side of the long table.

"It's my honor." Lannis knelt on one knee and placed his right hand on his chest.

Barty Crouch Jr. next to him looked at him dully.

What's going on?

He acted very arrogantly on the road, looking as if he didn't care about anyone. He thought that this Lanis was a tough guy.

In little Barty's mind, Lannis would definitely be punished for disrespecting the Dark Lord, and he was ready to watch the fun.

But what is happening now.

You kneel so skillfully, without any hesitation at all. If someone doesn't know you, they would think you are a senior Death Eater.

Barty Crouch Jr. was speechless for a while, but Lionel didn't even look at him and sat directly in the seat designated by Voldemort.

"Nice to meet you." A hand stretched out from the side.

"Meet Maurice Oren. We'll be colleagues from now on."

"Bapollainis."

The two hands shook briefly and then separated quickly. It seemed a bit perfunctory, but compared to the indifferent people around them, it was already very good.

"Maybe he is trying to show goodwill." Laneys thought to himself, while scanning the entire room, taking note of everyone's appearance.

There are also factions among the Death Eaters. Those old Death Eaters who followed Voldemort sixteen years ago naturally look down on newcomers.

As far as he knew, that Oren, like him, was a new Death Eater and they probably wanted to join forces.

“Everyone is here,” said Voldemort.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dark Lord." Lannis raised his hand. "You said, everyone is here?"

He looked around and saw that there were still many empty seats at the table.

“Yes.” Although he was interrupted, Voldemort was unusually magnanimous today. He did not feel angry at all. Instead, he patiently explained.

"Here..." He pointed to the nearest empty seat on the left, "The person in this seat was once my most loyal servant. Unfortunately, he died in battle two months ago."

"And Crabbe... Rabastan..." He pointed to a few empty seats a little further away, "They all died at the hands of the same person. Do you want to know who it was?"

"No." Lannis blurted out, "But no matter who it is, I am willing to help the Dark Lord get rid of the guy who is against you to express my loyalty."

Voldemort stared at him with his scarlet eyes for a long time before he chuckled, "I have seen your loyalty. You killed that famous Auror."

He looked around and said, “You have done something that so many people have failed to do, that’s great.

"I was wondering if I was too kind in normal times, which is why their efficiency is so...low!"

Wherever Voldemort's eyes passed, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look into his eyes.

Fortunately, Voldemort did not continue this topic.

"How about it, is there any interesting news?"

"Master, Bones went to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore. They reached an agreement to cancel the Order of the Phoenix and let the previous people join the Aurors."

The people around immediately became interested and looked at the person who was speaking curiously.

"What a surprise, Severus." Voldemort looked at Snape with interest. "They just met this morning, and now you have the news. Good, very good."

"It seems that I shouldn't have doubted you before. How is your leg? Does it still hurt?" Voldemort asked with concern.

But this impossible tone made Snape break out in a cold sweat.

He touched his right leg and saw a hideous scar under his robe, which was left by Voldemort a few months ago.

No reason, no evidence, just simple suspicion of his loyalty, or... a test.

"This is what I should do, Master." Snape tried hard to maintain his expression.

"This is an opportunity for us." Another Death Eater said impatiently, "Perhaps we can use a few old friends in the Ministry of Magic to eliminate those annoying guys in one fell swoop."

"And when we act again, we don't have to worry about someone suddenly barging in and disrupting the situation. Dumbledore is really getting old and confused. He actually made such a stupid decision."

The man became more and more excited as he spoke, not noticing at all that the Death Eaters sitting around him were quietly adjusting their chairs, moving as far away from him as possible.

"What you said makes sense." Voldemort's face was also very ugly. "But can I understand it this way? If the people of the Order of the Phoenix do not join the Aurors, you will have no way to deal with it."

The Death Eater who had spoken suddenly woke up, opened his mouth, but could not make a sound.

Although this is true, saying it out loud would be like admitting one's own incompetence.

What the Death Eaters fear most is being deemed incompetent by Voldemort... No wonder those people suddenly distanced themselves from them, they were afraid of being covered in blood.

Listening to the occasional noise coming from the darkness, he felt his heart beating rapidly. He wanted to say something to explain, but someone was quicker than him.

"Of course not, Lord Dark Lord." Lannis said, "Is it difficult to kill the people of the Order of the Phoenix? I think it's very simple."

His words were very provocative, almost like a slap in everyone's face, but surprisingly, no one around him refuted him.

There's no way, they just killed Alastor Moody, one of the main members of the Order of the Phoenix, and their battle record is verifiable.

"Yeah, just a few bugs." Oren next to him followed suit, "If I encounter them, they will definitely not be able to escape."

The others looked up.

This cannot be refuted. Although he has no combat record, his mission completion rate is ridiculously high. He has only been a Death Eater for less than two years, but he is already on par with Barty Crouch Jr. and others.

However, once someone took the lead, others also began to express their opinions.

Regardless of whether you can do it or not, at least you should have the attitude.

There was a buzzing sound in the room, and the Death Eater who had just spoken stood there, feeling cold hands and feet, and trembling all over.

The people around moved again.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person will probably not survive. The Dark Lord suffered a great loss in the Hexadilic Islands this time, and he will definitely find someone to vent his anger.

Isn’t this ready-made?

No one spoke up for him, some just added insult to injury.

This is not hard to understand...

Someone must bear the Dark Lord's wrath. If he doesn't die, he might be the one to die.

Now that someone has volunteered to die, they are overwhelmed with joy. They sit farther away so that they won't be splashed with blood when the Dark Lord's pets eat.

But what no one expected was that the Dark Lord actually let him go.

"I don't want to hear similar words again." Voldemort waved his hand and asked the other party to sit down.

This……

People around were confused.

Why is this a little different from the Dark Lord in their memories?

The caring tone just now, and now the generosity of letting go of the person who said the wrong thing... If it weren't for the constant pain in the Dark Mark on their arms, they would even suspect that the Dark Lord in front of them was someone else in disguise.

It was so weird, so weird that no one knew what to say and they just sat there in a daze.

"Go on." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Tell me what other news you have."

"It doesn't matter, you can talk about anything. We have plenty of time today."

This……

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first because they didn't know what Voldemort meant.

It was not until Voldemort was obviously getting impatient that Oren took the initiative to speak: “If it’s a work report… I have recruited a group of pure-blood wizards in Yorkshire.

"Not famous, but hates Muggles. Has been wandering in the gray area for generations. Good at making cursed dark magic items."

"Good, not bad." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction.

Pure blood and hatred of Muggles, these two alone are enough to satisfy the requirements to become a Death Eater, not to mention being good at making cursed dark magic items.

I don’t know where Oren found this talent. Although it is not as good as Barty Crouch Jr.’s mission of more than a hundred wandering wizards, it is still a small surprise.

More importantly, no demands were made.

This is very worry-free.