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The entrance hall is large, dimly lit, and luxuriously furnished, with a luxurious carpet covering almost the entire stone floor.

There was a blazing fire in the marble fireplace, which lit the room, and above it was a skull.

Those two hollow eye sockets were aimed at a long, well-decorated table, beside which sat a group of Death Eaters.

A black-robed wizard sat in the upper seat:

He has no hair, like a snake, two elongated nostrils, and sparkling red eyes with vertical pupils.

His complexion was very pale, and it seemed to emit a delicate luster like a soup of pearl powder and emerald white jade.

Voldemort rested his chin with his left hand, as if dozing off, as if listening to the Death Eater's report.

The right hand, which had become charred, was placed under the table, lightly stroking... the head of the huge rune snake.

The three snake heads were floating on the Dark Lord's knees, rubbing and rubbing there, as if in heat.

The eyes of most people at the table fell on the speaker.

Yaxley's face was full of flesh, his face was gloomy and slightly cruel, which did not match the gorgeous silver silk robe on his body.

"The leader of the Dementors wants a country where they can reproduce freely.

If so, they were willing to surrender and let the Death Eaters leave Azkaban. "

No one spoke for a while, but Voldemort opened his eyes and said lazily:

"When will they let go of my faithful servants?"

"It will be March next year at the earliest." Yaxley said humbly:

"Recently, the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, I don't know what's going on, they are conducting inspections recently, and they will have to pass this period of time..."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said:

"I heard that the incoming French Minister of Magic, Clegane, is very close to Stark..."

Everyone was scratching their heads, wondering how the Dark Lord brought this up all of a sudden.

Voldemort licked the rune's head and said, "I don't like this country. Tell the Dementors that as long as they surrender to the Dark Lord, I can let them breed in France."

The Death Eaters all looked different.

We have not even ruled the United Kingdom yet, have we already begun to paint the French flatbread?

Although in World War II, France surrendered to Germany in just 43 days, there is a reason for the original Dark Lord Grindelwald.

Well, the master obviously thinks that the same is the Dark Lord... Grindelwald can destroy France in 43 days, he can be shorter!

Anyone can breastfeed these days.

Voldemort didn't care about everyone's expressions, and continued to say in a low voice:

"France I can give the Dementors, but for one thing, I want the servants who are imprisoned in Azkaban... this Christmas, be by my side.

Instead of waiting until March next year, understand? ! "

Yaxley was silent for a moment, then nodded. Dare he not understand?

Voldemort smiled contentedly and looked at Malfoy and Avery again.

"What do I want?"

"I have used the Imperius Curse to control Broderick Bird of the Department of Mysteries, Master!" Malfoy said quickly.

"It's definitely foolproof this time!" Avery echoed.

"Heh~ foolproof?" Voldemort smiled, his red eyes staring at the two of them, his eyes so sharp.

The few people next to him hurriedly looked away, as if worried that the murderous gaze would burn them.

"The last time you controlled the Order of the Phoenix, Storgy Podmore, also said that he was infallible.

But he was caught by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban. "

Voldemort stood up and walked barefooted towards the two of them.

He bent down slightly, put his hands on the shoulders of the two, his voice was low and hoarse:

"If I fail again this time and don't get what I want, I don't mind sending you to Azkaban too."

Malfoy and Avery both shuddered.

Malfoy even swallowed, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at the charred hand on his shoulder.

It seems that as Stark said, the Dark Lord is deeply poisoned.

When he remembered the diary, he shivered even more.

Avery hesitated, but still said, "Master, every time I go to the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley pays attention, and I'm afraid he will notice something."

"Weasley...that pure-blood traitor?" Voldemort didn't care. "The Order of the Phoenix hasn't noticed yet."

Snape was undercover for him, not mentioning that Dumbledore was aware that he wanted to predict the ball.

"But it is indeed a hidden danger..." The Dark Lord said coldly: "It's time to teach this pure-blooded traitor a lesson in blood.

Let him understand that pure blood families should not betray their own class! "

Voldemort whispered:

"This Christmas, I'll attack Weasley to help distract you from the Order of the Phoenix."

He patted the two of them lightly on the shoulders.

"So, you must get that thing, and don't let me down again!"

Malfoy secretly said that it is a pity, since the master himself shot, Arthur may be gone.

Voldemort made another arc, taking small, unhurried steps toward another Death Eater.

"Where's the woman Rita Skeeter? Got her? Wormtail?"

"Not yet, Master." Pettigrew Peter trembled, his voice mingled with weeping.

"Stark hid her... well. She didn't send all her reports to the Daily Prophet... I... I..."

Voldemort smiled horribly, his red eyes hollow and indifferent.

He finally lost all patience this time and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Wormtail wriggled and screamed in pain, and the others didn't move, but watched silently.

No wonder the Dark Lord was so angry.

A Death Eater plenary meeting was held in July to develop short-term plans and guidelines.

Up to now, it has been half a year, and none of them have been realized!

Grey Rosier, who was sent to Austria to find Grindelwald, was captured by Stark and sent to the Austrian Ministry of Magic;

Going to the Alps to recruit servants of giants also ended in failure;

The prophecy ball has not progressed at all;

To kill Karkaroff's Karo brothers and sisters, there is no news...

Now, even a little reporter can't be found, what's the use of him wanting this group of trash? !

Voldemort tortured Wormtail for more than ten minutes before he said:

"Indeed, if Stark is going to hide someone, it will be very good. But that's not the reason, I just look at the result!"

He stretched out a slender, pale finger, the cold tip of which touched Wormtail's bald head.

"That woman has had a great impact on our career... She is still reporting on it, almost exposing us."

"Wormtail, I don't care what you do, I have to catch her, chop her head off at Christmas, and send her to Stark's bed.

This is my Christmas present to him~lightnovelpub.net~ Understand? "

Wormtail trembled more and more, and finding Rita was no easy task...and cut off her head and sent it to Stark's bed?

You take me as your godfather? !

Voldemort circled around and sat back to his original position.

"This Christmas, I'll be leaving the UK for a while...to make an army of giant Inferi.

I will also go to Durmstrang myself to bring back Karkaroff's head, and I hope that when I come back..."

His red eyes looked around coldly.

"Good news from you all!"

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