[Comprehensive British and American] Platinum Trap

Barty Crouch Jr. respectfully gave a master-servant gift to the Dark Lord sitting on the main seat.

Then, somewhat mysteriously, he took out a gorgeous golden mirror from his bosom, and handed it to the Dark Lord with a flattering face.

The Dark Lord glanced at it indifferently, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is this? Why does it look like Malfoy?"

As expected of the Dark Lord, it was obvious at a glance!Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the Dark Lord above with fiery eyes, and explained.

"My lord, this is what Bella found in Malfoy's study. He has been hiding this mirror in the depths of the study. He never left it even a single step. It's tight, baby."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, Malfoy's study?

Barty Crouch Jr. didn't notice the change in the Dark Lord's expression, and kept talking excitedly: "My lord, you don't know, this mirror is a communication tool between Lucius and that woman Rebecca!"

"The subordinates know that the master has been looking for her, so they took the opportunity to find an opportunity to steal it. I believe that with this mirror, the master will definitely get what he wants."

Little Barty talked non-stop with excitement on his face, as if he had expected Lucius to be decapitated by the Dark Lord.

Since Malfoy's wedding last time, Malfoy had torn faces with him, not only suppressing him with the power of the family on the surface, but also secretly doing black hands without leaving any room.

Barty Crouch Jr. has suffered many losses in Lucius' hands, and this time he wants to get his money back with interest.

Thinking of this, little Crouch continued to add fuel to the Dark Lord and said something fiery in his heart.

"You said you found this from Malfoy's study?" The Dark Lord's dangerous voice came from above.

Others don't know what's in Malfoy's study, but Voldemort knows it very well.

He was already feeling uneasy because of what Rebecca revealed that day, and now his good subordinate told him that even the safe place he had carefully chosen - the 'Malfoy's study' was no longer safe.

How could this not make the Dark Lord furious!The Horcrux was originally his reverse scale, and no one else could touch it at all, and now little Crouch's move was undoubtedly fueling the Dark Lord's heart.

The sequelae of unstable soul and the anger of not being able to catch Rebecca for many days all came out.

"My lord, Lucius Malfoy knew that you were looking for Rebecca, but he still secretly hid this mirror. His intentions are simply too sinister, and I ask your lord to give him a heavy punishment."

Little Crouch kept holding up the mirror, full of malice in his heart, why should he have everything in Lucius, with the backing of the huge Malfoy family and the favor of the Dark Lord.

'Isn't Malfoy a condescending little Crouch?This time, let him have a taste of the adult's heart-breaking! '

Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes were full of excitement, as if he was about to arrest Lucius himself and torture him just waiting for the order from the Dark Lord.

It must have been interesting to see Malfoy being tortured.

"Eviscerate"

A spell mixed with dark light hit Little Crouch right on the chest.

Little Barty Crouch was talking vigorously, but who would have thought that what greeted him was the merciless punishment from the Dark Lord.

The severe pain caused by the powerful spell caused him to fall to the ground in pain. Batty Jr. clutched his chest in disbelief, his eyes full of resentment and resentment.

Why!Why didn't the Dark Lord torture Malfoy when everything was in front of him!He is not reconciled, not reconciled!

Little Crouch fell to the ground with a distorted face, but he didn't dare to ask the grievance in his heart.

"How did you get into Lucius' study?" The Dark Lord walked down step by step.

"Subordinate..." Of course, Bella took the opportunity to visit Narcissa's pregnancy and secretly entered the study with the invisibility potion.

A frenzied killing intent flashed in the Dark Lord's eyes. I don't know if little Barty saw anything else in the study. If his notebook...

Little Crouch, who was kneeling on the ground, had an ominous premonition. Could it be that Malfoy was tricked by him?

He said how it is possible that among so many drawers, only this one with the double-sided mirror did not cast the defensive spell, and it turned out that Malfoy did it on purpose.

Well, Lucius has been tricked again.

Although he didn't know the reason why the Dark Lord was angry and furious, little Barty always felt that it was not that simple.

The resentment towards Lucius Malfoy deepened in his heart. He couldn't resent the Dark Lord, so he simply attributed all his dissatisfaction to that Malfoy who made his teeth itch.

The Dark Lord looked at the shivering look of little Crouch, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, he dared not touch his own things even if he was such a thing that the mud could not support the wall.

The murderous intent in the red pupils gradually faded a bit, the Dark Lord walked up to little Barty and lifted his chin with his wand, silently reciting the spell: "Inspiritualization"

Little Barty fell to the ground in pain, accepting the brutal plunder of the Dark Lord in his mind.

After reading the memories of Barty Crouch Jr., the Dark Lord put away his wand in satisfaction. Well, Lucius did not disappoint him, even the owner of his notebook couldn't find where it was.

It seems that the notes are still safe in Malfoy's place, but... the Dark Lord turned his attention to Little Barty on the ground.

If he is brave enough, if he is still useful, the Dark Lord would have put a death curse on it.

He needs to let little Crouch have a longer memory... Thinking of this, Voldemort smiled grimly, took a step forward, and exerted force on the sole of his foot.

The palms under the feet were crushed hard, and the fingers were in pain, but they did not dare to make a sound of begging for mercy.

"Next time, don't enter Malfoy's study without my permission."

It was almost done, the Dark Lord let go of the sole of his foot and kicked away the person who fell on the ground.

Little Barty Crouch knew that this meant telling him to get out of here quickly, so he quickly shrank back, got up reluctantly and said, "Yes... this subordinate will never dare again."

Little Barty Crouch, who was covered in cold sweat, put down the double-sided mirror in his hand carefully, covered his hand with broken phalanx, and retreated weakly.

After he left, the room returned to a deathly tranquility. The Dark Lord picked up the two-way mirror on the table and played with it in his hands.

After seeing the familiar aristocratic font on the back of the mirror, Voldemort couldn't help being taken aback. It was really interesting, and a distorted smile appeared on his ugly face because of the split Horcrux.

'More interesting than his father. '

It seems that the sky is deliberately playing tricks on the creatures in the world. Just when the Dark Lord was about to put down the mirror, the double-sided mirror in his hand flickered out of time.

A sentence flashed on the ornately decorated mirror: [Lucius, see you soon, I have something important to tell you. ]

There is no signature on the message, but the initials behind the mirror already represent everything.

"Important matter?"

The Dark Lord repeated these words meanly.

The blood-red dark pupils narrowed slightly, very good, interesting, she really never let him down.

The wand moved slightly, and a reply flashed on the mirror: "Tomorrow afternoon, the old Slytherin house."

The Dark Lord, who had finished replying under his name, had a distorted smile on his lips.

He looked at the inscription on the back of the mirror and muttered to himself: "Abraxas, your son is much more romantic than you."

Sure enough, it was Malfoy, whose ability to demagoguery would never be matched by others.

A bad idea suddenly came up in his heart, the Dark Lord suddenly changed his mind, he did not intend to replace Lucius at the appointment.

Why not let Lucius go to the appointment in person...

The author has something to say: Is there something exposed, I always feel that the more I write, the more passionate I am...