[HP] Similar but different

It didn't take long.

Lucius Malfoy in the living room of his family's Wiltshire manor.Beside the fireplace, a woman was dozing in an armchair. It was his wife, Narcissa Malfoy.

A slight snap of Apparition woke her up. "Are you back?" She immediately stood up, "How is it? What's the Dark Lord doing today?" Seeing that her husband's expression was not good, she became nervous.

"New knights, four." Mr. Malfoy's voice was as worried as his face, and he sat down heavily on the armchair closest to him, "Now all the Death Eaters who came out of Azkaban are knights!"

Mrs. Malfoy knew the source of her husband's anger. "Perhaps the Dark Lord felt that they had to come first?" she tried to guess. "After all, the Ministry is still after them; if they don't change their appearance, they won't be able to complete the task the Dark Lord gave them?"

"Is there something that only they can do, but I can't?" Mr. Malfoy snorted coldly, quite annoyed.He paused, then added reluctantly, "But Bellatrix was right. I don't want a makeover, I just want something else."

The couple looked at each other, knowing it well.The Dark Lord can completely change people into another appearance, which cannot be detected by all current methods; in addition, becoming a knight can also be taught by the Dark Lord himself, the most obvious sign is the flying spell; finally, the Dark Lord also Can make the person he identified have more powerful magical power than before——

Seriously, what Death Eater wouldn't want that?

Mrs. Malfoy hesitated for a moment, but changed the subject: "What does the Dark Lord want the new knight to do?"

Thinking that at least 11 people had been crushed ahead, Mr. Malfoy felt a salty blood surge in his throat. "I don't know," he said more and more irritably. "I just hope the Dark Lord didn't put them in Britain—Little Crouch and Bellatrix would be enough!"

"My sister..." Mrs. Malfoy hesitated even more.Judging from her expression, her pride did not allow her to ask Bellatrix for help.But after staring at her husband's long golden hair for a while, she still made up her mind: "I will ask her again. Even if you didn't read that diary carefully, you can't always punish you!"

This time Mr. Malfoy was silent.

He'd thought so too before: the first knight was Crouch Jr., followed by the three Lestranges; ?But now it seems that there is little hope...

Lucius Malfoy was sure again that he shouldn't even try to throw out the diary that the Dark Lord had entrusted to him for safekeeping.It was obviously a very important item, almost certainly destroyed, so much so that he has not been able to replace it until now.If the Dark Lord had made up his mind not to forgive him...

Thinking of the increasingly unpredictable and powerful Dark Lord, Mr. Malfoy shivered involuntarily.But he immediately thought, no matter what, in the heart of the Dark Lord, he would not be ranked behind Wormtail, would he? "Wormtail?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Malfoy shook her head, not hiding her disgust. "He seems to be used to hiding himself. I rarely see him in the house. But if you want to call him, I can help you find it."

The phrase "silver hands are enough" echoed in Mr. Malfoy's head again. "No." His gray eyes suddenly became dark, maybe his manor will no longer need to receive mice soon... "Go and rest," he finally made up his mind, "I will write a letter to Xiaolong immediately Letter, so that the owl can be sent to Hogwarts early in the morning."

At this time, the Death Eaters who had become knights were standing on the swamp and ice field where Harry had arrived, listening to Voldemort's new instructions to them.One new knight was assigned to North America, and the rest were assigned to Europe.

This division of labor was different from what was expected before, and Rodolphus Lestrange and his brother exchanged a look. "Master," he asked cautiously, "we are very grateful for the importance you place on our work. It would be a great honor if we could still welcome you."

"I did tell you that I might go to Europe," said Voldemort quietly, "but now the plans have changed. The matter will be postponed."

... What is there in Britain that can stop the Dark Lord in his footsteps?Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix?

All the Death Eaters looked at each other, and Bellatrix couldn't wait to say: "I'm more than happy to clear the obstacles in your way, master!"

Voldemort gave her a half-approving look. "Voldemort appreciates your loyalty, Bella." He paused slightly, "but I can't leave this to you." Facing the frightened eyes of his subordinates for a moment, he added unhurriedly: "Talk to me. Your trust is irrelevant."

Bellatrix still didn't give up. "Master, not many of our people know what I look like now." She was so eager that she was almost attentive, "No matter what you have, you can trust me—I swear I will do it for you Beautiful!"

But who else can he hand over the savior to... "This is the end of the matter." Voldemort concluded without doubt, turning to the Death Eaters standing side by side, one tall and one fat, "Rodolphs, Anton Ning, you can start."

The two people in charge of European and North American affairs hurriedly raised the key issues in the earlier written report.Voldemort folded his hands behind his back, and without saying a word, Crouch Jr. consciously took over the role of chairperson of the meeting.After they discussed a relatively feasible solution, he asked for Voldemort's opinion: "What do you think, my lord?"

Voldemort neither nodded nor shook his head.

No matter how you package yourself, it will definitely not be easy for foreign forces to take root and reproduce at the beginning.There are indigenous wizards in North America, and there are twelve families that cannot be ignored; as for Europe, the shadow left by Grindelwald has not dissipated, and most wizards are still vigilant.

But if he wants more powerful power, he must look beyond Britain——

He was sure that Dumbledore might not be able to match him now.Although Dumbledore was never his ultimate goal, Harry was, but considering Dumbledore's undeniable influence on Harry, he can't pin his hopes of becoming powerful on the addition of twin wands.Moreover, his previous ignorance limited his actions, and he couldn't take strong measures against a person with his own soul; he had learned enough lessons in this regard.

All the factors together lead to the present: he can only subdue more people in a more low-key and covert way, so that he can climb to a higher pinnacle of power.

In any case, Voldemort really didn't expect the Death Eaters to do it for him right away.In fact, he also thought that if the progress is too fast, it may bring about a serious rebound later, which cannot be suppressed even with all his strength.If he himself shows up too early, the probability of aggravating the backlash will be even greater... He'd better pave the way for a suitable time to appear, step by step and aboveboard...

"...Master?" Little Crouch reminded softly.

Voldemort recovered himself. "Just do this." He ordered, still thinking, "The first task is to prevent others from discovering you, no matter your true identity or intention. Although it is still far from our goal, fortunately we have plenty of time."

All the Death Eaters secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the length of time this matter can last depends on Voldemort's patience.

"But I still want to advise you to seize every opportunity you can." Voldemort continued, pacing slowly among his subordinates, "leave aside innocuous details and focus only on power and strength. Anyone who is our enemy I will regret it, because the magic world belongs to us!"

"Master is wise!" Eleven Death Eaters answered loudly in unison.

Because they had to rush back before dawn, Rodolphs and others took leave first.Little Crouch, Bellatrix and Mulciber, who were much closer, followed Voldemort into the stone house.

"How was the last time you were asked, Barty?" Voldemort asked, casually.

Little Crouch immediately pulled out a small parchment scroll from his sleeve and handed it over with both hands. "Please take a look, master."

Both Bellatrix and Mulciber's eyes followed it closely—they knew that it was the list that all Death Eaters cared about, about the candidates for the fifth batch of knights.

Voldemort took it and opened it. "Avery, Gagson, Knott, Wilkes..." he read softly, his eyes lingering on the paper, "the reason?"

"The most important reason is of course that they are loyal to you, master." Little Crouch bowed and replied in an extremely objective tone, "Secondly, I think they at least have a brain to think."

Voldemort laughed lowly. "You got to the point, Barty." His original casual voice was cold, "There are always some Death Eaters who make me feel worse than Inferi."

Little Crouch didn't respond to this, Bellatrix stared wide-eyed, and Mulciber shuddered uncontrollably.They all vaguely knew that Voldemort had achieved satisfactory results in his research on manipulating the ghoul army.If a Death Eater is found to be worse than an Inferi, what happens to him...

"I would venture to say that I think Wormtail is of this type," Bellatrix said hastily.Exposing a disloyal Death Eater was a credit, and she couldn't make the Dark Lord think only Crouch was capable. "No matter what, I think you... I suggest you, no matter what, you can't make him a knight—as long as he doesn't worry about being caught by the Aurors, he will definitely betray you like before, master!"

"Oh, I don't doubt it, Bella." Voldemort nodded slightly, his tone indifferent. "Since you said it, I have something for you to do."

Excitement suddenly showed on Bellatrix's face. "At your command, my master!"

"Find time to go to Malfoy Manor and hint to Wormtail that he is probably among the fifth batch of knights." Voldemort said blankly.

Now, not only Bellatrix, but also Crouch Jr. raised his head in surprise. "Master, do you want to..."

Thinking of the possible reaction of the Malfoy family after today, the corner of Voldemort's mouth curved into a cruel arc.He is very clear about who should use what.Now, let him see if Wormtail really has the last bit of use value.