[Comprehensive British and American] Magic London

Chapter 94 Another Failed Assassination

"That's this one?" Voldemort looked at the tall and thin boy from top to bottom, his dark and smooth hair covered most of his face, his nose was high/hard, and his eyes drooped and he didn't look at him.This peaceful respect made the Dark/Dark King full of interest, so he whispered, "Look up."

As soon as the words were finished, little Snape noticed an astonishing sense of hostility towards him. When he raised his head, he unobtrusively glanced at it from the corner of his eye, only to find that the source of his sight was Sirius' crazy cousin.

"That's right." Voldemort stared at those firm black eyes, thinking that he was proficient in potions and had been recognized by Sgraghorn, his attitude softened a little unconsciously, "I heard the professor mention your talent, I'm very glad You made the right choice." With the identity of the other party's mixed blood and no background, only the talent that transcends the crowd will be targeted by that old spider, such as myself back then.

Little Snape made a flattered expression, lowered his head again and said in a tense voice, "It's my honor."

The Dark Lord raised his finger and pointed to the place next to Lucius, and the understanding Death Eaters immediately vacated it, and Snape thanked him solemnly and walked over quickly.

Because of this good start, those Death Eaters who wanted to get the referrals were immediately excited, but the next one to excuse him was Orion Black, who had been struggling recently.

Voldemort accepted the surrender with a smile, perhaps in order to paralyze Patriarch Black, he pointed Regulus' position to Lucius' side as well.With in-laws of the same age to take care of him, Orion must be very satisfied with this.

The team of Death Eaters has thus expanded several times, and those newcomers often surround the referrer, forming a group in twos and threes, which is the small team they will carry out missions in the future.

The music in the auditorium changed, and after the dynamic music played, those young men and women walked onto the dance floor with their arms hugged/embraced, and the older people beside them watched them with kind eyes.

Voldemort was sitting on the elegant and luxurious sofa in the corner, and the master of Lestrange was standing aside to serve, while those sitting on the sofa not far from him were the masters of Malfoy and Black who were very popular today.

"Luke... looking at you always reminds me of Abu..." Voldemort's eyes were full of nostalgia, he raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, and said in an almost doting tone, "If he I’m still there, I’m sure I’ll preside over your wedding in person, I don’t know if I have the honor to help Abu complete this regret?”

When Lucius' familiar nickname was pronounced, he keenly made a painful expression. He lowered his head to hide his true/true feelings, and did not respond flattered until the other party finished speaking, "Of course...this is my It is an honor, my lord."

Knowing the truth, Orion sighed in his heart, because of Lucius' acting skills and the coldness of his followers, but he didn't expect to turn the finger on himself the next moment.

"Orion, today is a double blessing for you." Voldemort stood up, poured a glass of wine himself and put it on the tray, and after sitting down again, motioned for Lestrange to bring it over.

Rodolph Lestrange, who was regarded as a waiter, was holding a wine glass, and he always smiled as he walked towards Patriarch Black, "Orien, this is a reward from the master."

Lucius was secretly anxious. He felt that this glass of wine should not be drunk. The Dark/Dark King was in a hurry to completely control the Black family!

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Orion's forehead. He was well aware of the level of the Dark Lord's potion. Lucius reminded him before that he dared not drink it, but he had to drink it!If something happens to him because of this drink, it must be a fool/Lestrange who comes out to take the blame!

"Ouch!" Lestrange couldn't extricate himself from the beautiful imagination of "serving the Dark Lord to kill Master Black, gaining the master's favor, and then climbing to the pinnacle of life step by step". He stumbled hard, and naturally spilled the wine in his hand on the neat and new wooden floor. "who!?"

The people dancing nearby thought that Lestrange was defeated by the shiny oil on the floor. After hearing the other party's shout, they immediately pulled out their wands and pointed at the empty place.

"Kreacher is not human, Kreacher is just performing his duties seriously!" With a snap, the house elf appeared out of thin air, and the wizards around noticed the Black family emblem on the other party and instantly put down their hostility.

Lestrange stepped forward angrily, and kicked the house elf away, "What duty? You stupid elf tripped me, you should be punished! A piece of clothing!"

At this time, the Dark Lord looked slowly at Patriarch Black, "Orien, what kind of duty is your house elf... performing?"

Orion broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He stood up and came to his house-elf, turned his back to Voldemort and repeated in a cold voice, "Kreacher, answer my master's question, what is your duty?"

"Kreacher doesn't want clothes! Kreacher is a good elf! Master's master asks Kreacher questions, and Kreacher will answer obediently." The answer of the house elf was a little neurotic, but it is clear that the wizard of the noble family knows very well That's their nature.They waited curiously, and then the elf continued, "The master said that today is an important day for the little master, and asked Kreacher to serve the little master, but the little master said that the master needs more service, and asked Kreacher to follow obediently." The master is waiting for orders at any time."

Noticing the usual expressions on the faces of the acquaintances nearby, Orion felt a little relieved. He immediately turned around and knelt down on one knee next to Voldemort, "I am very sorry my master, I will severely punish this elf Yes." He didn't explain too much, his master had his own conclusion in mind.

Voldemort observed the attitudes of his subordinates around him. They believed that the house elf's behavior was unintentional, but...is it really such a coincidence?

While the Dark Lord/was still thinking, Lestrange, who had been disturbed, couldn't bear it anymore. He came to Kreacher again and kicked him fiercely, "Stupid as a pig! You should cut him down immediately." Head down!"

"Okay." Voldemort waved his hand irritably, and called back the disobedient subordinates, "It's your fault, don't blame others."

Noticing the coldness in his master's words, Lestrange was covered in cold sweat. He glared at Orion Black viciously, as if he wanted to pounce on him to make up for a curse.

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