[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Europe, a small manor next to Nurmengard.

It has been almost four months since Nurmengard became the headquarters of the European Death Eaters, and the novelty of occupying this formerly known as "the strictest prison" has faded. Without squinting, I almost want to hang the words "My heart is heavy" on my face.

When the expansion of the Death Eaters' power is in full swing, it is of course that the leader of the Death Eaters, the great Lord Dark Lord, is in a bad mood to make everyone feel so "heavy".His Royal Highness the Demon King has been in a bad mood for an extremely long time, so that the Death Eaters have summed up the three main points of not being scolded or suffering Cruciatus:

1. Do not show any happy expression in front of the Dark Lord, please always pay attention to express "I am not happy at all".

2. Don't show affection in front of the Dark Lord. Husband and wife can live apart if they can. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, it's best to meet secretly during this time.

3. Do not mention Moha, Mou Deng and others in front of the Dark Lord. If it is necessary to mention each other, use "you know" instead.

Now that you already know these three main points, don't you understand why His Highness the Demon King is in a bad mood?

A certain Death Eater A (whispering): You know, how is he doing recently?

A certain Death Eater B (whispering): It's the same as before, haven't C and D been monitoring Grimmauld Place?Nothing happened.

A certain Death Eater A (tears streaming down his face): Why is their quarrel still not over? I miss my sweetheart so much. I haven’t seen my sweetheart for almost two months...

A certain Death Eater B (with tears streaming down his face): Do you think I don't want my yellow-faced woman, but you should see the lessons learned from E!Poor E, just because he showed his face in front of the Dark Lord with his wife, he was assigned a task that was impossible to complete.Give him some wax.

A certain Death Eater A (continuing to burst into tears): Give him a candle, and give me a candle...

Ignoring the strange undercurrents within the Death Eaters for now, turn your attention to the Dark Lord's study.On such a sunny day with fine weather today, Bellatrix Lestrange was reporting to work.

Although Bellatrix's expression was as serious and heavy as that of all Death Eaters, her attire today was simply unprecedented.The heavy eye shadow and long and curled eyelashes set off her already big eyes watery, casually glanced at her, the eyes are flowing, the water lines are full, and the extra colorful red lips seem to mean something speechless Invited by the invitation, her long black hair was curled down, and there was even a blood-colored flower on her temples.

"...The infectivity of the corpse is limited by the magic power, and it must be supplied with sufficient magic power to spread quickly." Bellatrix puffed out her chest intentionally or unintentionally, and the necklace pendant on her chest was placed in her deep breasts. In the ditch, she blinked exaggeratedly and playfully, "Of course, the master will never lack this bit of magic power, isn't it, master~ren~?"

The last word "master" was pulled out by her in a wave of ecstasy, and inexplicable hints were hidden in it.However, the object she was implying seemed to have a poor signal, and did not appear to have received the signal. The Dark Lord stood in front of the window, with his back half-turned to Bellatrix, and his eyes seemed to fall lazily on the clouds in the sky .

"Master~people~?" Bellatrix called again with half doubts.

The Dark Lord didn't respond to her, but slowly opened the window.A fat, snow-white owl with many black spots in its feathers flew in from the window and landed on the Dark Lord's hand accurately.He stroked the owl in his hand, closed the window with one hand, and then turned sideways, nodding to Bellatrix: "You did a good job."

Bellatrix didn't dare to smile, she lowered her head slightly - she knew that when she lowered her head, she would look more beautiful and more attractive - she blinked shyly and continued to report: " We have conducted various tests on the contagiousness of the corpse. The conclusion is that as long as it is supported by magic power, it can spread through air, water, etc., and wake up dead corpses. Of course, direct skin contact is a more effective transmission channel... ..."

The Dark Lord walked behind the desk and sat down, looking rather careless.While listening to Bellatrix's report, he stroked the owl in his hand, his eyes flicked over Bellatrix's outfit today, stayed for a while on the flowers on her temples, and then moved away .

After reporting a paragraph, Bellatrix stopped her narration and looked at the Dark Lord expectantly.But the Dark Lord didn't look at her. He stared at the owl with a lazy expression under his palm, and said, "What about the ways to avoid the infernal infection? How effective are the methods commonly used by Muggles, such as high temperature, salt, and isolation? "

"If you have enough magic power, you can resist all channels..."

The Dark Lord frowned and interrupted her directly: "What if there is not enough magic power? What kind of magic power can support what kind of effect?"

"Um," Bellatrix didn't seem to think of this, her expression became stiff, "If you don't have enough magic power, you will still be intercepted by these Muggle methods... But we haven't discussed this in detail. test……"

The Dark Lord glanced at her and said coldly: "Then conduct a detailed test. It is impossible for me to supply a world with contagious magic power. I need more detailed tests and reports."

Bellatrix lowered her head embarrassingly: "Yes, master."

She stayed where she was, hesitating not to leave, as if she was waiting for something.The Dark Lord waited for a while, raised his head impatiently, and said to her, "Bella, you can leave now, Lucius is waiting outside the door, call him in."

Bellatrix bit her lip unwillingly, but she didn't dare to disobey the Dark Lord's wishes. She stepped back and stared at the Dark Lord, as if expecting him to change his order.However, until she retreated to the door, she did not wait for another request.

Her face sank completely, she turned around, and opened the door stiffly, almost bumping into Lucius outside the door.

"Be careful," Lucius said.He lingered for a moment on the flowers on Bellatrix's temple, smiled meaningfully, and added, "Lady Lestrange."

Bellatrix glared at him, and said in a low voice, "Mind your own business, Lucius, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't." The last few words seemed to be squeezed through teeth. It came out with the slightest noise.

"Narcisa is very worried about you. I haven't been with her recently. If you are free, you should go see her." Lucius raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully, "Also, tell Rodolphe for me. Mr. S. Lestrange sends his regards."

Bellatrix snorted, looked up, and left.

Lucius watched her leave, sighed silently, shrugged, and then pushed open the door and entered the Dark Lord's study.

"Have you seen Bellatrix?" The Dark Lord asked, looking up when he heard the door open.

"Yes, master," Lucius bowed slightly, "Bella is very well dressed today...pretty gorgeous."

"Bella has always been like this," the Dark Lord let go of his hand, and the white owl flew out of his palm, and landed on top of Lucius's head with great boldness (Lucius' eyes widened suddenly, expression There was a momentary twist, of course, he quickly restrained his ungentlemanly expression), "The eternally pure Black, the ultimate power and radical ideas are so attractive to the entire Black family, let alone her from a Crazy obsession with me from the start."

Lucius shook his head slightly, trying to drive the owl away from his head, while responding, "Master, Bella just... can't see clearly."

"Her behavior sometimes disturbs me," the Dark Lord said thoughtfully, "Lucius, help me persuade Bella. After all, I still have some confidence in your eloquence. Of course, even if you don't succeed , for Narcissa Malfoy's sake, I guess Bella won't do anything to you either."

"Of course, of course," Lucius shook his head more and more, "this is what I should do..."

The Dark Lord was almost amused by his little gesture, and he waved to the owl resting on Lucius' head: "Come, Hedwig, come to me."

Hedwig reluctantly flew up, left the golden bird's nest, and returned to the Dark Lord's hand.Lucius breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a sneering smile, "Hedwig seems to have gotten a little fatter?"

"Is there?" The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows, raised the fat white snowy owl in his hand, looked left and right at it, and looked around, "It seems... that he has become a little fatter?"

"Of course," Lucius said affirmatively, with some unknowable vengeance. "If someone takes care of you and feeds you, if you eat well, sleep well, and don't exercise, of course it will get fat. It should exercise more .”

Hedwig let out a cry of dissatisfaction, waved her wings, and hooked its crooked beak towards Lucius in a demonstrative way.

The Dark Lord shrugged, stroked the snowy owl's feathers, and comforted the agitated owl: "Lucius, don't tell me, are you angry with a bird?"

Lucius quickly yelled: "Wow, no way!" (I don't worry that it will always stop on the top of my head and cause me to become bald! Baldness is the number one killer of appearance! Put an end to the Mediterranean Sea, from I'll do it!—and, damn it, a bird that's so arrogant just because it's backed by the Dark Lord!)

Lucius forcibly moved his attention away from the arrogant owl, made a serious expression on his face, and began to change the subject: "Master, these are the movements of the Order of the Phoenix that you asked me to care about."

Taking a peek at the Dark Lord's face, he carefully handed over a document and placed it on the Dark Lord's desk.