Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Master, you are omnipotent, we are invited to a duel with him! You must kill that kid this time." Bellatrix Black Lestrange used her baby-like The false voice tentatively stepped forward.

"I believe he is a ghost! This bad guy is so bad! Harris is a pure-blooded scum! I'm really gone, do you think they will really be one-on-one with me?!" Voldemort turned around and glared at the female food. Death, this made her shudder and shrink back. Voldemort, who had suffered a big loss once, didn't think Harris would have any fair duel with him again, and this deliberate means of angering him might be deliberately trying to lead him out-this also made him temporarily extinguished and troubled the TV station. idea.

Then Voldemort looked around the faces with hoods around him. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling among these people.

"You believe that there is still a force stronger than me that can defeat Voldemort. Are you loyal to others now... Maybe it is the arrogant boy on TV, or the protector of Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Deng? Blido..." He walked slowly past every Death Eater, and that footstep brought them a strong sense of oppression. He stopped in front of a tall Death Eater, "There are even betrayers among us. He was cowardly and incompetent, which disappointed me...I admit I was disappointed..."

The squat in front of him, with this short pot-bottom hairstyle, the Death Eater with long gorilla-like arms suddenly fell to the ground, crawling under Voldemort’s feet, shaking from head to toe—this is Old Crabbe, father of Draco and Vincent Crabbe.

"Master," he cried dullly, "Master forgive me, forgive me, I will never dare anymore..."

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand: "Crabbe, you dare to run away before I give the order to retreat, cut your bones!"

Crabbe fell on the ground and all the fat on his body was twisting in pain, and he could only scream silently now.

"Master, considering Crabbe at least knows to come back, can you forgive him this time?" Lucius Malfoy struggled for a long time, and finally stood up pale and pleaded with Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand and turned to look at Lucius Malfoy. Crabbe was tortured lying flat on the ground, breathing heavily.

Bellatrix laughed sharply: "Lucius, I can't see that you love Crabbe so much!"

"Get up, Crabbe," Voldemort said softly, "Lucius, of course I beg me to forgive him-but he is also your vassal. If you do that, you need to pay his debts, and then I will Will forgive him."

Hearing this, Bellatrix looked up, glanced at her owner, and nodded in excitement. Her magic wand pulled out a trick in her hand, and her leather boots stomped on the floor. , Using the replica of Vicner’s hand, the prosthetic hand picked up Crabbe, who collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud. The tip of his wand slid across his cheek. Crabbe was trembling and trying to struggle away. Under the control of Bellatrix, he used the prosthetic hand to **** out the remaining stamina, and he relaxed again. "Fat baby, the master promised to forgive you. I didn't. Don't worry about Lucius. He can use it in this case. I will not kill him."

Lucius Malfoy watched as Bellatrix took Crabbe out of the room, and soon Crabbe's screams entered the room.

Voldemort walked into Lucius and said in a low voice: "Lucius, your son Draco Malfoy is currently studying at Hogwarts, and I heard that his relationship with Alan Harris is pretty good. Entered the other party’s cram school and was taught Animagus Transfiguration. Bring Draco to our house and let him see me. I will give him a mission that will bring him glory. Let him assassinate Alan Harris."

Lucius's face instantly became bloodless, annoyed that he stood up and caused a big trouble for his most beloved son, he threw himself on his knees and asked Voldemort to forgive him.

"Lucius, my cunning friend." Voldemort whispered. "How do you convince me that you continue to be loyal to me, Lucius? You never looked for me. Your actions in the World Cup are quite interesting. Wouldn't it be better if you spend your energy on finding and helping me?"

Lucius, who was swallowed by fear and annoyance, just knelt on the ground and said something incomprehensible. He had made up his mind that he would never let his son come over even if he sacrificed himself. He could only hope that the Harris family could really do it. Keep his promise to protect Draco and Narcissa.

Voldemort Voldemort fixed on Lucius with his hollow red eyes, and said lazily: "Lucius, you are hesitating, you disappoint me. I hope you will serve me more faithfully and let Draco Marr. Fu kill him—or kill Albus Dumbledore."

"Master, I have a suggestion that Lucius’s little son is not suitable for assassination missions. I heard that in the Wizarding Tournament before, that Ellen Harris used the master Monte Rose teased it a bit. I met Bella’s nephew. He is not like a genius who can learn Occlumency at this age. He wants him to assassinate Dumbledore or Harris. It will be exposed in the face-to-face situation.” Rudolphs Lestrange, holding his bandaged severed hand, seemed to sneer at his wife's nephew ability, and then he rolled his eyes and thought of some horrible idea and added: "Let Lucius get information from Draco without his knowledge, and use him as our eyeliner at Hogwarts to get news of Harris and Dumbledore. Master, the Parkinson kid is not I also ran away and haven't come back yet? As punishment, when we catch him, let his little girl named Pansy complete the assassination mission."

When Rudolphs finished speaking, the room was silent. Voldemort didn't say anything, and his silence made the atmosphere in the room even more stagnant.

Voldemort was expressionless and his hollow red eyes could not see any emotions. He actually felt that the other party made some sense. If Draco Malfoy can be left as an internal response, he can reveal Alan Harris and their actions to himself at any time. Knowing, then one's own side can grasp the opportunity, and even at some point this may be the key to victory. Asking Draco Malfoy to assassinate Alan Harris and Dumbledore was just for catharsis-Dumbledore might not treat the assassin as a student because of his so-called love theory. There will be too much action, but Harris is obviously not a good one. As a descendant of Death Eaters, he can gain the trust of the Harris family. Such a role is currently Draco Malfoy, which may be more beneficial to him.

Voldemort swept his eyes from the severed hand he wrapped, narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and then said to the other men: "Go get Parkinson back to me."

Half an hour later, unlike the dark hall just now, in a spacious and magnificent living room, crystal chandeliers hung on the ceiling, and more portraits of medieval wizards hung on the dark blue walls. Two figures were sitting Seats in front of the ornate marble fireplace.

"Thank you, Rudolphs." A lazy voice sounded, but the prolonged tone was not full of sarcasm, but rather sincere. "You saved Draco's life..."

"Who made you my team member? Parkinson's family is not suitable for your bad boy, the owner will consider his own interests." Rudolphs sat in a chair ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ looks low and gloomy , He shook the severed hand that was swept by Voldemort just now, "I am useless."

"Without your reminder, Draco can't escape that mission." Lucius looked at Rudolphs's broken hand, hesitatingly said three times: "We intercede when the master is in a better mood, let He will also make a Bella kind of artificial hand for you."

Rudolphs waved his hand again and again, only to realize that there was no palm on his arm. He laughed self-deprecatingly: "If the master really wants to, he will do it for me...Don't get into trouble, Lucius. . Go and prepare some nuts for me, and then come and watch the Quidditch video with me-this morning there was a game between the Ballycas Bats and the Montrose Magpies. I heard that the Montrose Magpies had a freshman. The kid who graduated from Hogwarts has actually learned the Wollongong "Zigzag" flying technique that can be used when the starfish is upside down. Let's open our eyes."

"You never learned it when you were playing in school, and it is even more impossible to use it now." Lucius habitually mocked his captain, but realized that it was too much, he shook Shaking his head to soften my voice: "I'm going to get some butterbeer. We always drank it as real wine in Hogsmeade..."

Rudolphs used his magic wand to turn on the TV in the living room. Accompanied by the majestic music, the yellow font in the oblique looking down angle was moving from bottom to top on the black cosmic background. Rudolphs was thick and dark. Brows tightened tightly: "The time is coming. There was a notice that the Quidditch video will be postponed. What Muggle fictional movie will be shown? It seems that this is it...what the **** is Star Wars Something? What the **** is Harris TV going to burn them to death sooner or later..."