[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

?Voldemort didn't understand why Moriarty came here. Before that, they had a tacit agreement not to interfere with each other's work, so he only knew that Moriarty was having fun with a consulting detective recently. , Moriarty only knew that Voldemort was preparing to become Minister of Magic.

"Tom, why don't you introduce me?" Obviously Dumbledore was very curious about this Muggle who could stand beside the Dark Lord.His blue eyes stared at Moriarty for a moment, then frowned slightly invisibly.

Before Voldemort could speak, Moriarty stretched out his hand excitedly: "Jim Moriarty!"

Dumbledore smiled at him and took the outstretched hand: "Hi, I'm Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh, I know you! Is the headmaster of the only magic school in the British wizarding world right?" Moriarty said with a grin, with strange eyes.

"Yes." Dumbledore withdrew his hand and turned to Voldemort with emotion, "Tom, you really have changed a lot."

"You don't need to say more polite words." Voldemort interrupted him with a gesture, leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, and crossed his legs, "Dumbledore, don't you have anything to say to me?" ?”

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then looked at Moriarty, who stood up knowingly and shrugged: "Okay, I'll go back first, you guys talk." He seemed to be here just to say hello and get to know Dumbledore Lido, now left contented.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Dumbledore sighed, showing a trace of fatigue: "Tom, let's cooperate."

Hearing this, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and said slowly, "Dumbledore, do you know what you're talking about? Or are you still awake from your dream after waking up in the middle of the night?"

"No, I'm serious." Dumbledore leaned forward and put his hands on the wooden table in front of him: "Thanks to Mr. Moriarty, I am determined to get to know Muggles well. Tom, I Gotta say, you're right about something. For the future of the wizarding world, we must join forces."

"No, it's not necessary for me." Voldemort smirked and vetoed, "Remember, it was the Order of the Phoenix who first provoked the Muggle government, and it was the Order of the Phoenix who attacked me on the Muggle streets. In my opinion, as long as these people are dealt with, they can be accountable to the wizards."

"And then? Information about the wizarding world has leaked out. The Order of the Phoenix has caught several Muggles sneaking into Diagon Alley in the past few days. I believe the Death Eaters are the same."

Thinking of those few spies who were treated well by the Death Eaters, Voldemort didn't refute.

Seeing this, Dumbledore continued to persuade him: "This concerns the safety of the entire British magic community, and all wizards must unite. I believe that is not the reason why you want to be the Minister of Magic?"

"Jenkins is a fool." Voldemort tilted his head, and his evaluation of Mr. Minister dropped again from the original improvement with great difficulty, "He thought he could take advantage of the deals with Muggles, but in fact he continued to Leaking the most important stuff: information about wizards. The more Muggles he gets to know, the more he leaks."

"So the most important thing at the moment is to terminate the cooperation between Jenkins and the Muggle government."

"It's a pity that Jenkins will never let others destroy his great ambitions, no one. He is determined to be the greatest Minister of Magic in British history."

"...the Order of the Phoenix voted for you." Dumbledore sighed again, more times during this period than in the past three years combined.After several verbal exchanges, he and Voldemort finally finalized most of the content of the cooperation between the two parties.This included taking Voldemort's side, or at least remaining neutral, in the upcoming election for a new minister.This also means that the next Minister of Magic cannot be from the Order of the Phoenix.

"Are you really willing, Dumbledore, to clean up the mess for those idiots?" Originally everything was over, Dumbledore got up and was about to leave, but he heard Voldemort say this suddenly.

He looked at this former student for a long time before saying meaningfully: "Whether it is my fault or not, I want to guarantee their lives. I just want to protect the children and let them have a peaceful growth environment. "

Voldemort looked up to meet him, and there was an emotion in those dark eyes that Dumbledore couldn't identify.He saw the black-haired young man leaning back, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly: "Dumbledore, you are indeed a good headmaster. For most people."

"Except for me." After a pause, he added.

"Do you hate me for that?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"Don't be kidding." Voldemort waved his hand nonchalantly, "Dumbledore, don't take yourself too seriously. Besides, I have already met a better teacher than you."

The old wizard in the wizard robe with the pattern of the stars and the moon smiled and was sincerely happy for him: "That couldn't be better. Goodbye, Tom."

Voldemort nodded at him: "Goodbye, Headmaster Dumbledore."

A few days later, in the next ministerial election, Minister Jenkins almost collapsed and found that his votes in the primary election were pitifully small, which was completely different from what he had imagined!Forget about the Death Eaters, why would some members of the Order of the Phoenix vote for the Dark Lord?Although most of them abstained, there were still a small number of them who would rather vote for that pure-blood lunatic than vote for themselves!Are they pigs?Are you not doing well enough?Wouldn't it be better for him to be a minister than the Dark Lord?You know he has started cooperating with the Muggle government!If he is not elected as the next minister, the cooperation will undoubtedly be cut in half!This is not in line with the political blueprint that Jenkins has planned for himself.

Jenkins walked up and down the minister's office, obsessed with everything in the room.The oak table, the Persian rug, the resplendent fireplace, and the wallpaper all around were his!Jenkins would never want to walk out of this minister's office a week later carrying his belongings like a stray dog!The Dark Lord's appetite is also too great. A director of the disaster department is not enough, and he even wants to be a minister.And his gang.

Jenkins' face, which usually wore a kind smile, twisted violently, and a vicious light shot out of his small eyes, which were almost invisible due to the squeezed flesh.He gritted his teeth and stared at the election results in his hand, unable to read a word.Among the officials in the Ministry of Magic, apart from a few Jenkins loyalists and the large number of neutrals who appeared this time, many officials who supported the Dark Lord were originally on Jenkins' side.These bastards were bewitched by the Dark Lord with just a few words, and they voted for the Dark Lord in a trance...

They are all pigs!They are all pigs!They are all pigs!

With a snap, the paper Jenkins was holding split in two.With a dark face, he rolled the two pieces of paper into a ball, threw them into the trash can, grabbed the floe powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and yelled in the instant green flames: "Malfoy Manor!"

Malfoy Manor is peaceful and beautiful in an idyllic suburb.Surrounded by a large area of ​​flowers and shrubs, the white main building is hidden in the green shade. When walking on the gravel road from the wire-wrapped iron gate to the main entrance of the main building, you can see a few white peacocks taking a leisurely stroll.But Jenkins was so anxious that he had no time to pay attention to the beauty.In his opinion, all the white peacocks walking around are an eyesore!

"What wind brought Mr. Minister here?" An elegant and deep voice sounded behind Jenkins, and Abraxas Malfoy stood at the door with a deadpan expression on his cane.I haven't seen him for many days. This platinum noble who has resigned from the Ministry of Magic has lost a lot of weight, with high cheekbones and cold and vigilant eyes.

Jenkins looked him up and down for a while before making up his mind to say, "Malfoy, it seems you're not doing well."

"So?" Abraxas walked into the reception room with a somewhat impatient expression.

"So why don't we cooperate? I can guarantee that the Malfoy family will not continue to suffer any losses. In contrast, the Malfoy family must become my most loyal allies."

Hearing this sentence, Abraxas was instantly so angry that he laughed out loud.He looked at Jenkins with a foolish look: "What gives you such confidence that the Malfoy family will kneel down and lick your feet? Who do you think you are?"

Jenkins' face turned pale, but he still refused to admit defeat and sneered, "It's not who I am, but who you are. Malfoy? Platinum nobles? Hahaha, the poor bastard who is about to be squeezed out by the noble world, right?" Malfoy, since you have betrayed the Dark Lord and been abandoned by the Order of the Phoenix, what do you still want to insist on? Do you think anyone will be willing to form an alliance with you besides me? As far as I know, the Dark Lord has not made a move yet, and you You're almost driven crazy by his followers! If the Dark Lord really becomes the Minister of Magic, do you really think he'll leave such a big fat piece of the Malfoy family alone? Don't forget! He is The Dark Lord! It's the Duke of Darkness! He won't show mercy to you! All the nobles are looking at him!"

Malfoy, who calmly listened to his yelling, nodded, raised his cane gracefully, but said mercilessly: "I see, you can go."

Jenkins was so angry that he almost went crazy.His chest rose and fell violently, and he struggled unwillingly for the last time: "No matter how scared you are, no matter how hesitant you are, you still have to think about your son! Lucius is ten years old this year, right, and he will go to Hogwarts next year. Now, at that time, what will those Death Eater children do to him, have you thought about it? This is an opportunity, Malfoy, join forces with me. Don't expect to overthrow the Dark Lord, at least we have a share under his threat The power of self-protection." He hammered his chest, "We just want to live! Live better!"

Abraxas stared at him with gray eyes: "Let's go. I will not see him again, nor will I make him an enemy. Lucius will not go to Hogwarts, in fact, I have helped him in Germany." Armstrong has reserved a seat. You don't have to worry about the Malfoys, just take care of yourself, Minister Jenkins."

Jenkins left Malfoy Manor angrily, gnashing his teeth and cursing as he left.Abraxas looked at his background and stood motionless at the gate of the manor until his wife came over and held his hand: "Abu..."

Abraxas looked sideways at his wife, she was his father's appointed companion, he had never loved her, yet she still accompanied him without hesitation under such circumstances.Holding his wife's hand instead, Abraxas closed his eyes, restarted the manor's highest defensive formation, and the two walked slowly home along the gravel road hand in hand. ?