Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 966 Death Eaters Conference

  Scotland, Voldemort's lair.

  The old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, was finally repaired not long ago and welcomed back its owner.

At this moment, in the dimly lit hall, Voldemort was sitting on the dark velvet chair at the main seat, looking at the group of Death Eaters in front of the long table, and his eyes finally settled on one of the Death Eaters. He asked hoarsely: "Yaxley, any news of our old friend?"

"Master, Karkaroff didn't dare to go back to Durmstrang School. The traitor hid in fear. I found the person who saw him last. When I looked for him, Karkaroff had already left. I'm afraid I want to find him. Still have to spend some time.”

  The Death Eater named Yaxley shivered slightly after being named by Voldemort, and lowered his head respectfully to report the latest news to the Dark Lord.

   "Find Karkaroff, I will go over and execute that traitor with my own hands. No one can live after betraying Voldemort."

  The cold murderous intent revealed in Voldemort's scarlet eyes made all the Death Eaters present shiver uncontrollably.

   THIS IS A WARNING!

  They all knew that Karkaroff was dead, no matter where he hid, he was dead.

   "Some of our loyal friends are still locked up in Azkaban." Voldemort said softly, "I think they can't wait to get out of that damned prison and return to our great cause."

   "Master, you plan to attack Azkaban and liberate the prisoner..." Before Malfoy finished speaking, he was interrupted by Voldemort raising a big pale hand.

  Malfoy immediately fell silent.

"The dementors must fall to our side, and it is not difficult to persuade them." Voldemort looked around at his friend, (it might be more appropriate to use the term "servant") "who will persuade the dementors. Of course, not now, in the re- Before we grow stronger, we can't be exposed to people now, it is necessary to hide ourselves."

   "And..." Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile, "As far as I know, Fudge, the Minister for Magic, is causing trouble for Dumbledore. This is a good chance."

  The Death Eaters all bowed their heads, and few of them were willing to deal with the dementors.

   "Avery." Voldemort called his name.

   "Master." Avery felt Voldemort's gaze, and lowered his head: "I am willing to persuade those dementors for you and invite them to join our great cause."

   "Very good." Voldemort looked away from Avery and continued, "McNeil, I need you to go for me and convince those mindless giants to join our great cause."

   "I'm glad to be of service to you." McNeil bowed slightly towards Voldemort.

   "I need someone to help me convince the werewolf." Voldemort said contemptuously, "Although those hairy beasts are not reliable, Voldemort can let them play their last remaining heat."

   "My master." Lucius volunteered and said, "I am willing to convince the werewolves for you. Fenrir Greyback can form an army of scattered werewolves and offer his loyalty to you."

   "Very good." Voldemort looked down at the silent shadow, "Severus, I hope you can bring me some good news."

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has held two gatherings so far. They have set up the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at Sirius Black's house. Since Dumbledore cast the Loyalty Charm there, I cannot disclose more information to you." Snape looked at Voldemort calmly, and said respectfully: "The second meeting was just yesterday. Dumbledore asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to strengthen the security around Harry Potter. He asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to keep an eye on Harry Potter. Harry Potter, avoid any surprises."

   "Any more?"

  Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Snape so sharply that several people around him looked away.

   "Dumbledore is busy dealing with the Ministry of Magic, but he doesn't seem to care much about those false titles." Snape thought for a while and continued: "One more thing, Sirius got a prophecy from somewhere."

   "Prophecy?"

   The Death Eaters began to whisper.

"Yes, Black claimed that the prophecy came from a master prophecy." Snape waited for a while, and seeing that Voldemort hadn't spoken, he continued, "The prophecy shows that there will soon be an event in Azkaban. Collective jailbreak event. The Minister of Magic, Fudge, will step down next year, and his successor will die at the hands of the master. By then, the entire British wizarding world will usher in the darkest hour, and the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will be destroyed. The master controls, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and the savior Harry will also become a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic."

   "Do you know who made the prophecy?"

  Voldemort has already been tricked by the **** prophecy once, so this time he should be extra cautious, especially the one in front of him was the one who tricked him.

   "I don't know, Black didn't say it, but that person seems to have rejected Dumbledore's invitation. I heard that he thinks that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not strict enough, and there may be spies or traitors." Snape pursed his lips, not letting himself laugh.

   "This prophecy is very accurate."

   Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd grin.

  The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because they were right, isn't this a spy hiding in the Order of the Phoenix?

"It seems that Dumbledore has found a guy who is good at prophecy. I need you to find out his identity." Voldemort was not surprised. He had suffered from Nicole Flamel before. The dangers are acute.

   "Barty once reminded me that the famous Mudblood at Hogwarts is good at prophecy."

  Talking about the prophecy, Voldemort seemed to remember something again, staring at Snape and asking, "I remember you reported to me earlier, what was the name of the Mudblood who defeated Barty?"

   "Albert Anderson, Master," said Snape.

   "You don't seem to have told me about this?" Voldemort asked with narrowed eyes.

   "There are indeed rumors in Hogwarts that Albert Anderson is a fortune teller, but he is a Muggle wizard, so the possibility is not high."

"what you think?"

  "I haven't seen his prophecy, but I know his brain is very good."

Snape noticed that Voldemort was looking at him, and explained: "Although he has been successful in divination, I think he may have learned some tricks from Sybill Trelawney. The brain can easily convince others to believe in itself."

"Take his recent prophecy as an example. The Mudblood told everyone that he had sensed the danger before the third item." Snape said in a low voice, "but...Actually, many people realized that Potter became a warrior There's a problem with thinking someone is trying to do something to Potter, and that kind of thing can never be a good thing."

   "The Mudblood said this as a prophecy. In order to make his words seem more real, he also asked Dumbledore for combat skills on this ground, but Dumbledore refused."

   "He prophesied successfully."

"If the prophecy that Black received really came from him, I wouldn't be surprised at all. This is his brilliance. After learning that the master has returned, attacking Azkaban is inevitable." Sne Pu explained, "As long as the master announces his return, Cornelius Fudge will inevitably step down. After these things happen, many people will believe that he has the power of prophecy."

   "What a new thing."

   "Find that Mudblood and bring him to me. Would you like to lead the charge, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew, "I remember that he sent you to Azkaban Prison."

  Peter Pettigrew, who had been huddled in the corner from the beginning, murmured, "Lord, master, if this is your will, I, I would—"

"Go, I don't need your sacrifice yet," Voldemort said lazily, "you just need to find his residence, someone else will bring it to me, that mudblood almost ruined my plan and caused Batty's death, and he needs to pay for it."

  There was a slight commotion among the people on the long table, and the group of wizards who hated Albert were very excited about Voldemort's decision.

   "With all due respect, master, you need to be prepared to deal with that Mudblood." Snape reminded, "If you are not sure, I suggest you better not touch him, so as not to startle the enemy."

   "It's rare that you would say that about a Mudblood." Voldemort waited for Snape to continue.

"I've taught him, I know him, and it's undeniable that he's a genius. A lot of people think he's the next Dumbledore." Snape raised his voice so that the Death Eaters around him could hear, "But that The guy gave me a very dangerous feeling."

"Danger?"

  Hearing Snape describe a Mudblood as dangerous, the Death Eaters present couldn't help laughing.

   They are more dangerous.

"There are traces of the Fiercefire Curse in the maze. No one knows how much black magic that Mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and his four helpers tried to surround and kill him in the maze, but they failed miserably , and paid for it. I saw with my own eyes that Mudblood killed Crouch with the help of Fudge, right in front of Dumbledore." Snape drew a wave of hatred to Albert, and also A warning to all Death Eaters, don't mess with him.

   "It's hard to believe that's a Mudblood."

"There have been rumors that Albert Anderson is a descendant of a well-known pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy said suddenly: "Otherwise, the group of old antiques in the Wizengamodi would not be able to accept him. The credibility of the rumors is very high."

   "Catch him, if the situation does not permit, kill him, don't make too much noise." In the eyes of Voldemort, that mudblood is already dead.

   "Lucius, you stay."

   After the meeting, Voldemort spoke.

  The Death Eaters looked at Lucius jealously, got up and left.

   "Master, what are your orders?"

   "I asked you to keep a diary?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes showed a strange light.

  Not long ago, one of the things Snape reported to him was that the secret room was opened two years ago.

   "The diary is still with me, master."

Lucius tried his best to keep calm, but he didn't notice the tremor in his voice. He thought of the diary with a hole pierced by something. He couldn't imagine the Dark Lord looking at the diary. back…

   "Don't try to lie to me!"

   Voldemort realized that Lucius Malfoy's reaction was wrong, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

   "The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, master." Lucius lowered his head even lower, not daring to meet Voldemort's eyes.

   "Really." Voldemort asked.

"real."

   "Lie, I see fear in your face." Voldemort drew his wand.

  Lucius' body trembled slightly, he knew what he was going to face.

   "The diary is indeed still with me, master." Lucius repeated sullenly.

   "Then bring me the diary, if it is still intact, you will get my reward, if..." Voldemort didn't finish speaking, but Malfoy fell into an ice cave.

   "Go ahead, don't make me wait too long."

   "Master." Lucius fell to his knees on the ground, "The diary you gave me..."

  The great pain engulfed Malfoy, causing him to swallow half of what he said.

   "The diary is damaged." Lucius gritted his teeth and endured the Cruciatus Curse, panting.

   "Broken?" repeated Voldemort softly.

   "I tried to use the diary to open the secret room." Lucius explained with a trembling voice.

   "Bring me that diary, now!" Voldemort ordered sullenly.

   "Yes!" Malfoy's head was blank, but he didn't dare to delay, and hurried back to get the diary, luckily there were still things left.

  Voldemort knew very well that the Horcrux was protected by powerful black magic, and it was impossible for it to be damaged. Malfoy said that if the Horcrux was damaged, it probably meant that he had lost a Horcrux.

  However, once the Horcrux is destroyed, I should feel it. Is it because I was not even as good as a ghost at the time, and I couldn't feel it without a body?

   Voldemort thought of Nagini who was killed by Dumbledore, and his face became more gloomy, which meant that it had already had two Horcruxes destroyed.

Not long after, Malfoy came back with Riddle's diary in a hurry, which also confirmed Voldemort's guess. The diary was damaged, and the soul fragments stored in it had completely disappeared, and a hole was pierced in the middle by something. It made Voldemort extremely angry.

   Someone found a way to destroy a Horcrux?

   Malfoy, who originally thought the diary was just the key to the secret room, was lying on the ground trembling at the moment.

   "You have violated my trust."

  A shrill scream followed Voldemort's voice.

   "Who did it, who destroyed this diary?" Voldemort's cold voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death.

   "Harry Potter!"

   "Harry Potter has no such ability."

   "Dumbledore said that Harry Potter prevented this from happening, and he also killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets." Lucius said tremblingly.

   After Voldemort had vented his inner anger and calmed down a little, he realized that he had underestimated Harry Potter too much. Especially after the Horcrux was inadvertently destroyed, Voldemort realized the **** prophecy.

   "The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approached...born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times...born in the seventh month..."

  Snape didn't overhear the whole thing, what's the other half?

   He suffered greatly from this half of the prophecy.

"I'll give you another task, to get the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter and I's prophecy ball, I need all the contents of the prophecy ball." Voldemort stared at the dying Malfoy, said hoarsely, "Don't let me down again."

"I will not let you down."

  Although he said this, Lucius Malfoy felt cold in his heart, because he knew very well that no one knew about the situation of the Department of Mysteries except the Silent Man, and it was impossible to get the Silent Man to speak.

  As for the prophecy spoken by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew about it, although he probably guessed what it was about.

  The Dark Lord's strong enemy, this is also the reason why the Dark Lord attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter. Facts have also proved that the prophecy seems to have come true.

   "This matter is kept secret for the time being, don't tell anyone."

   "Yes, master." Lucius Malfoy bowed his head.

   "Fine, you can go."

   Revised

  (end of this chapter)