[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Looking at the file folder on the table, the Dark Lord's face darkened slightly, and the slight breath of relief just now disappeared.

Lucius groaned secretly in his heart (Why am I assigned to a job that always faces black faces! I really want to change jobs with some people!), forced to calm down and continued to report: "Hogwarts The election of a new headmaster was hastily held before Hogwarts, and Mrs. Sprout, the former head of Hufflepuff College, served as the new headmaster. Before the professors at Hogwarts had always felt uneasy, but today, it seems that everyone Their expressions became much calmer, and some professors seemed very happy, and some Slytherin students overheard their conversations mentioning Dumbledore, so it can be speculated that Dumbledore may have found it, or even woke up."

He added: "From the information we obtained before, it should not only be that Dumbledore was found, but that Dumbledore was found and he was conscious, which made the Hogwarts professors so relaxed."

"Grindelwald's research on the dark arts is no less than mine. Counting the time, Dumbledore should wake up." The Dark Lord said, continuing to stare at Lucius.

Under such gazes, Lucius felt uncomfortable everywhere in his body. He bit the bullet and continued: "So far, Grindelwald's hiding place has not been found. We tried to monitor all possible saints, but the saints Blanking has been too long, and we..."

The Dark Lord's eyes became sharper, and Lucius was almost forcing himself to continue: "...I have tried my best."

"Incompetent." The Dark Lord sneered, "A guy who has been imprisoned for half a century can escape your scouting? Are you kidding me?"

Lucius' face turned bitter, and he complained fiercely in his heart: Hey!This is the previous Grindelwald who shocked the whole of Europe and embraced countless people!He wants to hide, can we find it?You can do it, you can do it, if you can't, don't force it!

Of course, on the surface, Lucius was still obedient, and honestly admitted his mistake: "We are incompetent..."

Not daring to linger on this topic, Lucius resorted to the omnipotent method of changing the subject: "There is still no movement in Grimmauld Square, no one goes out, and no one enters. We are sorting out the information of the Black family, master , give me a little more time, we will definitely be able to crack its shielding magic..."

Amidst the chattering voices, bad news and good news were reported one by one. Hedwig, who was bored waiting, flapped her wings arrogantly, flew to the bird shelf in the corner of the study, and began to sleep with her eyes open. His face was cloudy and sunny, changing with the content of the report.

At the end of the report, Lucius carefully took out a letter from his pocket and placed it on the Dark Lord's desk.

The Dark Lord, whose thoughts were flying, focused his eyes on the envelope. It was gaudy pink, with delicate flower borders, and a big heart was pasted on the seal of the envelope. It was really... a familiar envelope style: "This is What?"

"Master, this is the letter that Barty Jr. asked me to hand over to you," Lucius groaned in his heart (if I hadn't lost the bet to Barty Jr., I wouldn't have delivered this letter for him, and it would probably be dead My own letter!), he added, taking a sneak peek at the Dark Lord's face, "From Moriarty."

"Moriarty..." The Dark Lord's face turned even worse, "He still has the guts to write to me?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lucius hurriedly rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and prepared to slip away: "Master, this is my report, so I'll go to work first?"

The Dark Lord lowered his head and opened the letter, ignoring this guy who was used to changing the wind. Lucius didn't dare to leave directly, so he had to stay in the room with a bitter face.

Moriarty's letter paper is still the usual gaudy pink, and the exquisite cursive characters are wrapped in a lingering artistic conception:

To my revered King of Dark Wizards,

Farewell to Valentine Base, long time no see,

Has His Majesty the Demon King lost his anger?

There's been a lot of turmoil in Europe recently,

Interesting things one after another,

It's itching to get a foot in,

If Lord Demon King doesn't mind,

Have I enjoyed these feasts without hesitation?

By Uneasy Jim Moriarty

The Dark Lord's face became even more serious. He squeezed the letter paper, frowned and asked, "Why doesn't Little Barty come to see me himself?"

Lucius said hastily: "The Muggle government and Moriarty have caused him some trouble. His ability can't handle so many things at the same time, and he can't get away at once." : Don't say I'm not capable, Barty Jr. is also frustrated everywhere.

"Can't get away?" The Dark Lord stared at the letter in his hand and snorted coldly, "Hmph."

Seeing that the Dark Lord seemed about to erupt, the naughty person hurriedly asked a question to block the imminent anger: "Master, what's the matter with Moriarty? It seems that he has been avoiding you recently."

"What else could be going on?" The Dark Lord quickly crumpled the letter paper in his hands, "Moriarty dug a big hole for me on Valentine's matter. Good plan, What happened to it in the end? Damn it."

Lucius asked tentatively: "Just because of Valentine?" Wasn't it because someone broke with you at Valentine's base...?

"What else could be the reason?" The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows and looked back sharply, "Moriah is really scheming. Valentine's plan was almost deliberately ruined by him, and then he kept hiding from me until Now." He threw the letter paper in his hand on the desk, making a slight "snap" sound, "Look at the letter he wrote, I'm fine if I don't trouble him, and he wants to trouble me? This kind of guy who controls everything according to his own preferences is really untrustworthy."

Lucius smiled mischievously and lowered his head.He secretly replied in his heart: Well, your explanation is really long and long; I actually have no doubts, I believe you without explaining, really...

"Forget it, anyway, I didn't count on Valentine's plan anyway." The Dark Lord leaned back in the chair, rubbed the resurrection stone ring on his left index finger with his right hand twice, let it go again, and pulled out The elder wand of elderberry in his sleeve began to caress unconsciously, "Tell Moriarty, I am very angry, if he wants to calm my anger, he had better come with something practical. Otherwise, be careful what I am facing The curly-haired detective who found Valentine's Base and brought a large number of Muggle agents with him."

Small sparks shot out from the tip of the elderberry wand, and the corners of the Dark Lord's mouth curled up slightly. It was not a smile, but a colder threat, "I heard that he and that curly-haired detective were in Valentine's base How long has the confrontation been? I heard that Harry was also involved in their confrontation, and finally left with that curly-haired detective?"

"Originally, I have sufficient reasons to attack Sherlock Holmes as revenge for his plan to destroy Valentine." The Dark Lord's eyes slanted, looking at Lucius behind the desk, " I can ignore the little tricks Moriarty did before, but if he doesn't show me some sincerity... then don't blame me for attacking Sherlock, so that he can no longer participate in their'interesting little game ' has."

Lucius' eyes sparkled slightly: "I believe Moriarty will show enough sincerity."

The Dark Lord shook his head slightly: "Who's sure about this guy? Maybe he will surprise me again." He tapped his forehead with the index finger of his left hand wearing the resurrection stone ring: "It's a headache. One will be better than the other. Hide, you incompetent guys can't find anyone..."

Lucius quickly lowered his head and bowed slightly, not daring to answer.

"...Grindelwald's words, forget it, Moriarty is only a Muggle, you can't find it? Really..." The curse words stopped on the lips of the Dark Lord, and he looked at Lucius's expression The dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so he rolled his eyes silently. He has scolded countless times these days, but it is useless at all, "Forget it, do your best. Go on."

Lucius hunched over, tiptoed, held his breath, and left the room without a sound.

The door closed with a very slight "click".

The room fell into silence again, as if there were no living creatures.The Dark Lord stared blankly at Hedwig, who was sleeping with her eyes open on the bird stand, until the clouds outside the window changed, and then slowly put the elder wand back into her sleeve, stood up, and pushed it away. He went through the door on the other side of the study and entered the inner room of the study.

Behind the other door of the study is his private area.After passing the private study room full of books and the private potion room full of bottles and jars, the Dark Lord entered a room.The layout of the room is very strange. Half of it is a variety of experimental equipment and stacked books, and the other half is a bedroom for living. There are some warm home accessories. At first glance, it looks like a room where a golden house hides beauty.

There are indeed people hiding here.

The Dark Lord looked around, but saw no trace of the figure, he frowned impatiently, and raised his voice and asked, "Where did you go?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response.The Dark Lord clicked his tongue impatiently, pulled out the elder wand from his sleeve, and the tip of the wand began to sputter tiny sparks: "I repeat, come out!"

"...You, you are back." A timid voice came from the corner of the blind spot.

This timid and cowering voice made the Dark Lord feel bursts of anger bursting out of his heart, he forced a deep breath, suppressed the anger overflowing in his heart because of the bad news all day, put away the elder wand, and Turning around, facing the direction where the voice came from, he asked as softly as possible: "Am I that scary? Do you want you to hide from me like this?"

"No, no," the voice still seemed timid, "it's just... just... just not used to it..."

"You say you're not used to it?" The anger started to swell again, as if wanting to break through the shackles of repression in his heart, the Dark Lord couldn't help raising his voice, "How dare you use such words as an excuse?!"

The author has something to say: Guess who this cringe-worthy voice is?Reminder, it is the original character of HP, which has already been hinted in this chapter.

The author's brain hole is too big, I don't think I can guess it 2333333