The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

The Dark Lord wanted to hold his son hostage so he wouldn't betray him!

"Why, don't you want to?" Seeing Lucius' flustered expression, Voldemort indifferently stretched out the pale bone-like wand in his hand to his face, and frivolously patted his pale side face with the wand.

Lucius' mind went blank, and he wanted to reject Voldemort's so-called "reward", but he didn't dare to say the words of rejection when he opened his mouth several times.

At this moment, on the other side of the long table in the living room, under the resplendent chandelier, a voice sounded, and relieved Lucius without any trace—

"Master, Draco is my student. He is still too young and too stubborn to delay your important affairs." Snape said unhurriedly, "If you want Draco to join the Death Eaters , I can pay more attention to him in these two school years, and cultivate him into the talent you need as soon as possible."

Snape was sitting upright at the first place on Voldemort's right hand side, which was enough to show that he had a high enough status in Voldemort's heart.

"Alright." Voldemort turned slightly to look at Snape, and nodded, "Since Severus has said so, then this "reward" will be given to you two years later."

He waved to Lucius, beckoning him to return to his original seat.

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, gave Snape a grateful expression, then bowed deeply again, and sat down in the second seat to Voldemort's left.

The first one on Voldemort's left was a taller tall wizard, dressed in gorgeous robes, and braided his long, blond hair into a neat braid.

Seeing Lucius come and sit next to him, the proud wizard chuckled and said:

"Thank you this time, Lucius, did you spend a lot of money and connections for my promotion?"

"You're welcome, Yaxley." Lucius hadn't recovered from the previous panic, glanced at the wizard next to him, and said expressionlessly.

This haughty wizard named Yaxley works for the Ministry of Magic.

Some time ago, it was he who accidentally learned from Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, that the Ministry of Magic was going to conduct a raid on Malfoy Manor. The matter of the search, and informed Lucius about it.

It is ironic that it was Voldemort himself who was sitting on the throne at this time, and it was Voldemort himself who wrote the anonymous letter to report Malfoy Manor, and although Lucius escaped from the Ministry of Magic's search because of Yaxley's notification, he also Lost Voldemort's trust, allowing Yaxley to take his place.

Not long ago, when Voldemort announced his return with the help of the Dark Mark on the arm of the Death Eater, Yaxley came to join the former master.

When he learned that Yaxley's status in the Ministry of Magic was not low, Voldemort thought that he could gradually infiltrate and master the Ministry of Magic, so as to gain a greater right to speak in the magical world, and use this to communicate with Deng Blidoux versus Dracula.

Therefore, Voldemort ordered Lucius not to hesitate to exhaust the resources of the Malfoy family, but also to pave the way for Yaxley in the Ministry of Magic!

"Actually, I was thinking, relying on the power of our Yaxley family and your Malfoy family, and gathering the financial resources of two of the 28 holy families, how can I only be allowed to sit as the third in command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?" Yaxley said softly, "Could it be that you haven't tried your best, Lucius?"

He stared straight at Lucius, his eyebrows raised, and the wrinkles on his forehead creased together in layers.

"The positions of Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour are not so easy to shake!" Lucius glared at him angrily, "You know it well! This term of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Both the chief and the head of the Auror office are known for their iron fists, not to mention that their respective families are not without influence!"

"Power?" Yaxley sneered disdainfully, "Are you talking about the power of the Burns family full of Hufflepuffs, or the power of the Scrimgeour family with few members?"

"Even if you leave aside the influence, the political careers of the two of them don't even have a slightly bigger stain, how can we get them out of office?" Lucius retorted vigorously.

Said, "Yaxley, have you been working in the Ministry of Magic for so long and you don't have the ability to judge yourself?!"

Yaxley grimaced and slapped the armrest of the seat hard.

"You two can be quiet!" Just when the quarrel between the two people was further amplified, Voldemort said coldly, "Lucius is right, it is really difficult for the two of them to step down; That's right, a mere third-in-command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement can't help our great cause at all!"

"Master, we can wait for the terms of Burns and Scrimgeour to end..." Lucius straightened his clothes that had become somewhat messy due to the argument just now, and then said seriously.

"It's too late, we have to push Yaxley to a higher position in a short time!" Voldemort interrupted, "Since they don't have any political stains, we might as well create one for them..."

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Looking at the extremely handsome black-haired young man in front of him, Snape's childlike face suddenly shrank.

He clearly remembered that he had seen this face before - in the last school year, in the restricted area where the Philosopher's Stone was kept, Voldemort first met him with this face.

Snape frowned, looking at Voldemort inquiringly.

"Don't be nervous, Severus." Voldemort smiled softly when he saw Snape's expression, and turned his gaze to the many Death Eaters present, "Let me introduce to you, this is a clone I made. You can trust him completely!"

Hearing that Voldemort described himself as a "clone", Tom Riddle, who was born from the Horcrux diary, had an indiscernible expression of displeasure on his face, but he did not refute it.

"I'm asking you something, why did you start thinking about attacking Azkaban when the Death Eaters' power is far from being restored?" He said coldly, his cold tone was exactly the same as Voldemort's, "Don't you know the consequences of exposing the revived Death Eaters to the entire magic world?"

"How did you talk to your creator?" Voldemort's face also turned cold.

Even though he was sullen inside, he was still very cautious.

Voldemort didn't think his group of Death Eaters could know such a high-end and secret dark magic as Horcruxes.But just in case, in order to prevent some overly clever subordinates from guessing that Riddle's mind was born from the Horcrux, he did not use "main soul" to describe himself to Riddle, but chose to use "creator" Such ambiguous vocabulary.

"You only have a small part of my memory, I have to say, you are still too young." Voldemort stared into Riddle's eyes, and said softly, "Do you think I don't know the consequences of doing this? You Do you think I didn't know that this would expose my return to the eyes of the wizarding world?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the many Death Eaters around the long table, "Listen well, I have thought about attacking Azkaban very clearly, it will definitely do us more good than harm !"

"That's right, attacking Azkaban will indeed expose the fact of our existence, that's why I need to arrange people in the Ministry of Magic - after we rescue our companions, Yaxley will cooperate with the leadership's propaganda in the Ministry of Magic , identify the attack on Azkaban as an accidental dementor attack!"

"Everyone here is very aware of the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, right?" He asked with a sneer.

"Fudge is a stupid, self-righteous, short-sighted idiot!" Yaxley, who sat first on the left, leaned back in his chair and laughed contemptuously.

"I still agree with Yaxley on this point, Fudge is a waste of nothing!" Lucius tapped the ground with his cane and smiled disdainfully.

Most of the other Death Eaters also gave their evaluations contemptuously.

After talking in a circle, Fudge didn't have a few positive comments at all. The Death Eaters here are basically saying that Fudge is an idiot and a waste!

"It seems that everyone understands the fact that Cornelius Fudge is stupid." Voldemort pressed his left hand falsely, making everyone's voices cold, "He is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, he is obsessed with stability and peace, and he doesn't want his hard-won position An unstable situation arises."

"So I dare say that as long as we operate properly in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge can cover the eyes of the magic world and deny the fact that I have returned!"

Diary Riddle looked at Voldemort's ugly, distorted face with a thoughtful expression.

"But who can Cornelius Fudge hide the big news that Azkaban has been breached?" He suddenly asked, "As long as it's not those humble and lowly wastes, there are some channels in the magic world It's easy for a wizard to find out the truth, or at least part of the truth. We'll still be exposed."

"Wake up, young boy." Voldemort looked at Riddle with scarlet eyes, and said in a low tone, "We have actually been exposed long ago. Whether it is Dumbledore or Dracula, they actually know about our return , and what we need to pay attention to is only the two of them!"

"As for other waste

Things, whatever they think!As long as we keep the widest range of people in the dark and prevent this action from triggering a large-scale reaction from the magic world, then our next development plan will never be broken. "

"Dumbledore, Dracula...don't worry, I have plenty of time to play with you guys!"

Thinking of the threats Dumbledore and Dracula brought to him, Voldemort's deformed fingers like spider legs pinched the armrest of the seat fiercely, his expression extremely cold.

With a "bang", the armrest of the seat was crushed into pieces by him.

Riddle glanced at the handrail that was blown into powder, but his expression remained unchanged.

"What you said is very reasonable." He continued to ask, "But have you ever thought about how, with the power of these few people present, how to break through Azkaban under the influence of countless dementors? closed, and then successfully rescued those companions in the prison?"

Voldemort laughed lightly at his question.

"You are actually worried about such things as dementors. It seems that you know too little." He said indifferently, "Dementors are a dark species that can be used by me. We don't need to feel guilty because of them." Worry."

"Do you know why? Because we can bring them something that the Ministry of Magic can't even give. Choose one of the conditions offered by the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic, and they will definitely choose our side!"

After all, the Horcrux Diary only records Voldemort's memories before he was 16 years old, and the Riddle who was born in the diary has no way of knowing what Voldemort did after that.

He didn't know that after graduating, Voldemort went to the surrounding areas of Azkaban in person, and deeply studied dementors, a species that can be considered weird even in the wizarding world, and even used this "non-existent" form of species to transform him. In the form of a dementor, he learned how to fly as a black mist.

For normal wizards, when they see dementors, monsters that feed on happiness, they often feel uncomfortable, even depressed and hopeless.

But Voldemort got along very well with the dementors.

Because dementors can only live by discerning the emotions of wizards and sucking their happiness, the emotions of these strange species are chaotic, and they only hurt others.

However, Voldemort is a product of aphrodisiacs, a human being without any emotions, and the dementors could not find a shred of positive emotions in Voldemort's mind.

Because of this, the Dementors are completely helpless against Voldemort.

In the process of studying dementors around Azkaban, the young Voldemort discovered that the Ministry of Magic did not really control the species of dementors, they just established a sloppy cooperative relationship with dementors——

The Ministry of Magic sent prisoners to Azkaban in a steady stream, and the dementors sucked the happiness in the hearts of the prisoners, and helped the wizards by the way, or helped them guard those delicious "dinners" to prevent them from escaping.

Voldemort soon realized that this partnership was extremely thin and fragile.

If Voldemort one day establishes a political power by himself, and can promise that the group of dementors will not be limited to the activities of Azkaban, but let them arbitrarily suck the happiness of residents everywhere in the whole world, then these monsters will definitely abandon the Ministry of Magic. Jurisdiction, turned to Voldemort's command.

Although Voldemort's power is far from being restored, and he has not established a dark regime of his own for the time being, there is still no problem in simply negotiating with the dementors.

Even if the dementors aroused the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic because of their dereliction of duty, they would have nothing to lose at all.

This is because, hard-working and free labor like dementors is really a rare good thing!If the Ministry of Magic does not want to spend a lot of money on guarding prisoners every year, they have to choose to continue to use dementors to serve the Ministry of Magic.

"If some powerful ministers are in power, maybe we need to worry a little bit about whether the work of dementors will be banned by the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort sneered in his heart, "but now that trash Fudge is the Minister of Magic, that Cowards who are only willing to retreat obviously don't have the courage to ban dementors!"

Thinking of this, Voldemort had no worries about attacking Azkaban at all, and turned his head to face the people around the long table.

The Death Eaters around waved their hands casually.

"You can go, each complete the task I gave at this meeting." He said, "If anyone fails to complete the task, you know the consequences."

In the living room of Malfoy Manor, the Death Eaters stood up from their seats, bowed respectfully to Voldemort, and then Apparated and left the living room.

Like Lucius, the Death Eaters who lived in Malfoy Manor walked out of the living room cautiously, leaving room for Lord Dark Lord and his rebellious clone...

Soon, only Voldemort and Riddle were left in the spacious living room.

"Actually, you came at just the right time. If I get that kind of thing, I will be absolutely sure of breaking through Azkaban!" Voldemort suppressed the heat in his eyes, looked at Riddle and asked, "What do I want? come yet?"

Under Voldemort's fiery eyes, Riddle's handsome face changed color slightly, and then he shook his head heavily.

"What did you say--?!"

Voldemort's fiery eyes instantly turned cold, and his scarlet eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light, "Half a year! It's been half a year since I left you at Hogwarts, and you're not even a first-year wizard?" Can't even collect the blood?!"

He stood up, took a step forward, and placed his wand on Riddle's forehead.

"You should know, my memory? With Potter's blood, I can regain my peak strength, which will be of great benefit to you and me!" Voldemort said coldly, "But you Why are you unwilling to try your best to do this? Do you really think there is nothing I can do with my Horcrux?"

"I've tried my best." Riddle's mood didn't change much, he looked at his master's soul who was close by, and told his work one by one, "During my time at Hogwarts, Deng With Bullido and Dracula looking after me, I can't blatantly take Harry Potter's blood."

"So I wrote Harry's name on the title page of the diary, lurked by his side, and gradually gained Harry's trust by talking with him and helping him with his homework. And I also managed to find him alone Alone, and completely unsuspecting."

"But what I didn't expect is that there is a powerful guardian magic in Harry's blood that can restrain us. I have no way to collect his blood by normal means, so I can only find other methods."

Voldemort released his wand from Riddle's forehead and frowned without any brows.

"Is that really the case? I've thought about it for a long time. When I was possessed by Quirinus Quirrell, Quirrell couldn't touch Potter's skin with his body. This is because of the effect of this guardian magic! He said grimly, "Lily Potter has left magic in Harry Potter's blood just for me!"

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