Hogwarts Everything is Three

Deep in the jungles of Albania, in a cold stone room at Voldemort’s underground base, Rudolph Lestrange used the remaining hand to hold an empty beer bottle and looked at it casually on the wall. On a huge TV in the United States, there was a close-up of Draco waving his fists excitedly after scoring a goal.

It's just that the TV signal is not very good, the screen jumps up and down, flickers frequently, and occasionally snowflakes appear.

"We are too far away from England or we are underground, it's full of noise... But Draco did a good job. This is the first time you haven't watched Draco's game live, right?" Rudolphs leaned back in his chair, looking Boring.

"When I didn't go to watch, he played very well. In fact, Slytherin's seekers only have to entangle Harry Potter and believe that Slytherin will win the victory based on the score alone." Lucius Malfoy held a silver mask with black background in his hand, just about to say something, suddenly looked at the door.

Guidro Lockhart, wearing a small blue hat, appeared at the door and made a knock on the door.

Seeing Rudolphs and Lucius in the room cast their eyes on him at the same time, Guidro was slightly startled. Such eyes always made people feel that he shouldn't appear at this time. He immediately showed his trademark smile. "Mr. Lestrange, I'll get the Muggles' supplies today."

Rudolphs lazily pointed to a few dirty pockets placed in the corner, and sneered: "You are a clever fellow. You took the initiative to fight for the job of feeding these mudbloods. Although it is a little trivial, it is better than Safety."

Guidro did not dare to refute, and said with a sneer: "Master Lestrange, so Master Dorfin Roll can do more important things."

"Did the dead Mudblood get out?" Lucius looked at Gildros coldly. The liar wasted a year of Draco, making Draco's second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts learning a complete success. It was a joke, that the dirty werewolf hadn't even done much to Draco. If it were the first wizard war, I would take the lead in dealing with him.

"Master Malfoy, I already transported them out to feed the trees..." Guidro didn't dare to stay too much after answering cautiously. He quickly got the food and didn't forget to take the open door when he went out. .

"Huh, this liar." Lucius raised his chin.

"Don't worry about this rubbish... Parkinson and Gore flew the redhead! Potter flew too!... Slytherin caught the Golden Snitch, and Draco won." Rudolphs pointed to the TV. Large swaths of green flooded into the arena, and they cheered and threw the Slytherin Quidditch players into the air, "That little Harris girl flies well."

"Be quiet!" Lucius looked a little flustered. "The master doesn't like anyone mentioning Harris."

"You are too timid, Lucius, you are less timid than that liar..." Rudolphs shook his empty sleeves, "I don't have any outsiders here."

"You should be more careful..." Lucius muttered, his eyes fixed on Draco, who was smiling brightly on the TV, and there was a glimmer of relief in his heart-Draco should have lived such a life.

"I should go." Then Lucius stood up, ready to leave.

"Fuck off, don't go when the curse is solved." Rudolphs lifted the bottle and gave it a sip, shaking it again, only to find that it was already empty.

Thinking of his upcoming mission, Lucius, who had already walked to the door, turned around and said to Rudolphs: "Rudolphs, you have to cheer up. This time I will look for Victor’s hand and listen to the report from the vanguard. The ruins have collapsed, and complex excavation and curse work are required. It is estimated that the time I went will be much longer than before. However, if I can successfully dig out and find this magical object, I will contact me when I return. Rabastan and Bella interceded with the master, and tried to get the master's agreement to just put the hand of Victor on you...If it doesn't work, even if you ask the master to get you a copy like Bella."

Hearing the nickname of his wife Bellatrix, Rudolphs frowned and looked more gloomy: "You just have to take care of yourself. The master would have done it for me if he wanted to."

Seeing Rudolphs taking out another bottle of beer and slumping in the chair, as if he was not interested in anything, Lucius put his mask on his face, "Labstain tried his best to express and imitate you everywhere. This elder brother obviously wants to get the attention of his master like you used to be. Rudolphs, for you, he has beaten up several wizards who secretly talked about you...bad words."

Rudolphs waved impatiently and drove Lucius out. There was silence in the room, except that the Slytherins continued to celebrate on the TV.

After stepping out of the door, Lucius stayed outside for a while and walked to the outside of the surface where there was no anti-phantom shifting array. He was a little sad thinking about the unscrupulous behavior of his wife Nacissa’s sister and master recently. Shook his head. Cici said that her sister Bella has surprisingly and completely inherited their parents' enthusiasm for pure blood-even more enthusiastic than the Malfoy family, who had been secretly connected to the Muggle royal family before the enforcement of the secrecy law, but, Bella is also the most loyal of the three sisters to the family, at least to the Black family.

Bellatrix became a Death Eater early, and in order to perpetuate purebreds rather than love, she married her friend Rodofs Lestrange, a man she didn’t know much about; her own The friend soon fell in love with Bella and joined the ranks of torturing other wizards, enjoying the cruel pleasure with her.

Although there have been such signs before, recently this woman has acted more unscrupulously since Rudolphs broke her hand. It is estimated that the only man who has received Bellatrix's true love is her former master, the Ministry of Magic At that time, Lucius was shocked by her enthusiasm for Voldemort, and Bella’s tone of speech to Voldemort was always gentle, and recently it has become more severe...but sadly, his new owner, Allen, talked to him about his former owner. The state of my wife’s sister’s love is someone who can’t feel love...

When Lucius, who was cranky, passed the hole where Muggles were held, he heard the noise inside. He looked inside through the open stone door and found that Gilderro Lockhart, who had just received food, was taking care of the couple in the cage. Mudblood mother and daughter saw him reach out his hand and put his kettle into the railing, leaning the kettle and feeding the black tea with milk in it to the two or three-year-old girl with fleshy cheeks under these conditions. Seeing the little girl tilting her head up and drinking water, Gidro showed his trademark white teeth when she smiled at her mother: "Don't just eat bread, your daughter will break if you don't finish it, slow down , Don't choke."

Lucius found out that the other party had allocated his food to these two dirty mudbloods. He noticed the other party's notepad and looked at Gildro Lockhart with arms around his chest. Liar, I don’t have a subject to write a book, and now I don’t even let these dirty mudbloods go?"

Hearing the sniffing sound from behind, Guidro's smile solidified on his face and turned his head stiffly, looking at the back of Lucius who had just turned away.

Guidro did not know how long Lucius Malfoy had stood at the door, but there was no doubt that his special care for the mother and daughter in front of him must have been in his eyes. In an instant, his heart was like falling into ice water, and his mind was like a bucket of paste. This was a terrible time for him. Every step of Lucius's departure was like a plumb hammer. His heart knocked.

After getting along for this period of time, Guidro has clearly seen how inferior creatures these Muggles are to this group of Death Eaters, which is more serious and true than what he had heard from the newspapers and others. many. They don't treat Muggles as humans at all. If you let them know that they have kindness and sympathy for these Muggles, they don't know what they will do to this alien.

Gidro’s heart beat fast, scared as if he was nailed to the ground, unable to move, his face was pale and sluggish for a long time before he remembered that the direction the other party had left was the entrance and exit here~www.ltnovel.com~ and no one came to look for it. His trouble punishing him also shows that Malfoy didn't tell anyone about it, at least not now.

Guidro put away the notepad he was writing a new novel, and stuffed the rest of the food into the cage. His tongue was frozen, and his voice was as muffled as suffocation: "I won't be in the short term. Come here often, you eat the other things first, it doesn't matter if the bread is seen by them."

A cold hand suddenly grabbed Guidro's wrist, and the mother holding the child, with a pleading expression on her face, weeped in a low voice: "I know you are different from them. You are a good person. At least send my daughter. Going out, she is still so small that she has never experienced the beauty of the world...she shouldn't die here..."

Guidro quickly broke the woman's hand holding his wrist with his other hand. He lowered his head and his lips trembled: "Sorry, Nancy. These people know everything about you here, and Even if I use a corpse truck to send you out, you will not survive. They will watch me and pour you on the killing vine. That thing is much more powerful than the devil net..."

Guidro Lockhart can take care of these Muggles as much as he can. In fact, the gratitude of the Muggles has made him accustomed to being admired by fans quite a bit of the feeling before he went to prison, even Out of pity, he took the risk and took extra care of the Muggle mother and daughter in front of him.

But if Guidro was asked to let the Muggles go away privately, he wouldn’t dare to do it anyway. The brutality of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord made him shocked-although it was different from what he thought, in fact No Death Eater cares about Muggles, just as humans don't care how many ants have their last names. It's just Guidro Lockhart who is scaring himself.