Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"But……"

"My intelligence tells me that Scrimgeour originally planned to cooperate with Harry Potter and Ivan Mason, but their talks fell apart." Snape said slowly, turning to Voldemort, "This is in Dumbledore What happened at the funeral, and the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic have had no contact since then, my lord!"

Voldemort didn't answer, he turned his gaze to the slowly spinning figure above his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Chapter 1534

"Master!" said Yaxley eagerly, "Dawlish thinks a whole team of Aurors will be sent to remove the boy."

Voldemort raised his pale right hand, and Yaxley immediately fell silent, watching Voldemort turn to Snape indignantly.

"Alvin Mason..." said Voldemort, "that boy was seen leaving Hogwarts with a staff surrounded by two green pythons?"

"Yes, master!" Snape replied, "that night, when he came back from going out with Dumbledore, he took that strange scepter with him. But shortly after leaving Hogwarts, Irwin Mason disappeared with the scepter, and my information is that they hid him in the home of an Order member, and they were going to hide the boy there."

All the Death Eaters in the room were looking at Voldemort and Snape, not sure why the conversation had suddenly shifted from Harry Potter to Ivan Mason and the Two Snakes.

They don't even know what the double snake staff is. Is the strange staff surrounded by two snakes a magical item? !

There was another moment of silence, the Death Eaters all breathed lightly, and Voldemort stared at the slowly spinning human body above his head in thought.

"The home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix? The old house of the Black family?"

"It may be there, or it may not be. That house used to be the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and it is still protected by powerful magic until now. The Order of the Phoenix has replaced a new secret keeper. I cannot tell the address of that house." Knepe said, "But whether it's that place or not, it's safe to say that the Society and the Ministry are doing everything they can to protect it. I don't think we'll be able to catch that boy once he's in there." , they won't stay there for long, and will be moved to a safer place soon. Master, unless... of course, unless the Ministry of Magic collapses by next Saturday, then we may have a chance to find and decipher enough magic, we will be able to solve the rest of the magic by then."

"So, Yaxley," said Voldemort, looking down the table, his scarlet eyes flickering strangely in the firelight, "will the Ministry of Magic collapse by next Saturday?"

Everyone turned their heads again, and Yaxley straightened up.

"Master, I also have good news about this. After going through a lot of hardships, I finally succeeded in casting the Imperius Curse on Bius Thekness."

Many people around Yaxley looked delighted, and Dolohov, who sat next to him with his long, distorted face, even patted him on the shoulder a few times.

"That's only the beginning," said Voldemort, not seeming very excited. "Thekness alone is not enough. We must surround Scrimgeour before I can. Let me take a big step back."

"Yes, master, that is indeed the case, but you also know that as the director of the Department of Magical Execution, Diknis can often contact not only the minister himself but also the leaders of various departments in the ministry. I think there is now a It would be to our advantage to subdue others at the highest levels of officials under our control, and then we could use them to bring Scrimgeour out of office."

"Nice idea, but your speed is too slow!" said Voldemort in a cold, unfeeling voice.

"Master..." Yaxley's expression suddenly became panicked.

"Regardless of whether our friend Thekniss will be discovered before he drags the rest into the water, in any case there is no certainty that we will take the Ministry before next Saturday," said Voldemort. "If we cannot Deciphering all the magic in time... so the only option we have now is to get the boy on the way."

"Master, we actually have an advantage in this regard." Yaxley said in a panic, eager to make up for his slow speed, "We have placed a few people in the Department of Magical Transport. If Potter Apparates or uses flying Road network, we'll know right away."

"He will not use any of these methods," Snape said. "The Order of the Phoenix will not use any method of transportation controlled or administered by the Ministry of Magic. They remain suspicious of everything related to that location."

"That's even better." Voldemort said, his left arm hidden under the black robe suddenly shook unnaturally, as if something couldn't be suppressed inside, "In this way, the boy will have to be outside By being transferred, it will be easier for us to catch him."

He paused for a while, then looked up at the slowly selected body, and then said, "Obviously, Ivan Mason will also participate in this transfer, catch these two boys, I will deal with them personally, for a long time, and Their plans are full of loopholes, some of which are my own fault. The fact that those two boys are alive is not so much their victory as a result of my mistakes."

The people around the table looked at Voldemort with trepidation, and it could be seen from everyone's expressions that they were all afraid that Voldemort would blame themselves for the fault.

Voldemort, however, seemed to be talking to himself, and his eyes were still fixed on the unconscious body.

"I was too careless, I underestimated the two of them, and I was delayed by the fatal problems of luck and opportunity in my perfect plan. But I understand now, I understand what I didn't understand in the past. I want to get it from Mason Get the Snake Staff and achieve a greater existence; the person who kills Potter must be me, and it must be me!"

His voice became louder and his left arm shook more violently under the sleeve.

Just as Voldemort finished speaking, a sharp, long and painful wail suddenly sounded in the room, as if in response to these words.

Many people at the table looked down in shock as the sound seemed to come from beneath their feet.

"Wormtail!" said Voldemort in the same calm, brooding tone as before, his eyes still fixed on the spinning figure above, "didn't I tell you to keep our prisoner quiet?"

"Yes, lord... master," said a short man at the end of the table, panting.

Pettigrew Peter, if Ivan was here, he would definitely not recognize him now.

Tortured by dementors in the core area of ​​Azkaban for a long time, he has been emaciated, his body is so thin that only bones remain, only his ugly head is still so big, which looks very weird.

After Voldemort captured Azkaban and released all Death Eaters, he also rescued Pettigrew Peter, who is now a Death Eater too!

But for Peter, staying by Voldemort's side during these days was an out-and-out nightmare, even more terrifying than the previous time in Azkaban...

Chapter 1535 Phantom Monster

Wormtail was too stressed to be a Death Eater, especially at the thought of facing Sirius again...but he had no other choice, thank goodness Voldemort didn't just kill him , Pettigrew Peter ran out of the room in a panic.

The room was quiet again, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept over the faces of the panicked followers one by one.

"As I said!" he said, "I see now that I want to see the two boys, I need to get the whereabouts of the scepter from Mason, and besides, I want Kill Potter myself, but before I do, I need to do something, like borrow a wand from one of you."

All the faces around Voldemort were instantly filled with shock, as if it was their arm that he was asking for.

Some people were still secretly looking at Voldemort's left arm, which had been shaking unnaturally since just now.

It doesn't look like a human arm should look like.

"Nobody volunteered?" said Voldemort slowly. "Let me see... Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore!"

Lucius Malfoy looked up, his skin sallow in the firelight, shadows cast around his deep-set eyes.

He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound.

"Owner?"

"Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand."

"I……"

Malfoy glanced at his wife beside him, she was staring straight ahead, her face was as pale as her husband's, her long blond hair hung down her back, unresponsive, yet under the table, her slender fingers gently Touched his wrist.

At this touch from his wife, Lucius reached into his robes, drew his wand, and handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort held his wand up to his scarlet eyes, watching carefully.

"What is it made of?"

"Em, master." Lucius said softly.

"Where's the core?"

"Dragon... Dragon heart tendon."

"Very good!" said Voldemort, putting his wand on the table, drew out his wand with his pale right hand, and compared the lengths.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment he looked as if he expected Voldemort to hand him his wand.

His movement did not escape Voldemort's eyes, which opened wide with hostility.

"Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?"

There was a chuckle from the crowd, and the Death Eaters looked at Malfoy gloatingly.

"I have given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough? But I found that you and your family seem not happy. It is because of my appearance that you lost your job. Are you unhappy? , Lucius?"

"No, no, master!"

"Don't lie, Lucius..." Voldemort's voice became colder and colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot because of it. The Death Eaters stopped snickering, and they all fell silent. The little one couldn't help trembling, "Why are the Malfoy family so unhappy? My return, my return to power, isn't it what you have been declaring for so many years?"

"Of course it is, my lord!" said Lucius Malfoy, wiping the sweat from his upper lip with trembling hands. "We longed, and still do."

On Malfoy's left, his wife nodded oddly and stiffly.

On his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging above his head until now, glanced at Voldemort and then looked away. After Snape brought him back, he fell into a nightmare from which he would never wake up.

Dumbledore was right, he was not someone who could kill, but Dumbledore died in front of him like this.

Waking up countless times in the middle of the night, the scene of Dumbledore falling appeared in front of Draco's eyes.

But even scarier things had come from within this house, from his own home, and a lot had changed since Voldemort had come here.

As the current headquarters of the Death Eaters, Malfoy Manor not only changed the atmosphere, Draco also saw more and more shadows... He didn't know how to describe what he saw, he thought he saw Wrong, but seeing it more and more times made Draco realize that these things are real, those monster-shaped shadows, as if they didn’t exist in this world, suddenly appeared in the room, scaring people half to death , disappearing again after a few seconds.

Even if you reach out and touch it, you can't touch it. These monsters are just shadows.

It seemed like an evil spell, and Draco couldn't be sure, and what was more depressing was that he didn't dare speak about it, even to his parents.

Because he was not sure if he knew a certain secret of Voldemort, if he was the only one who could see it, if he said it rashly... There is a fear that is even more terrible than death, Draco is real now feel it.

While Draco couldn't help remembering these things, there was a shout of excitement from his left side.

"Master!" cried the dark-skinned woman excitedly, "it is our great honor to have you here, in our family house, and there is nothing more gratifying than this."

She sat next to her sister, who looked nothing like the two, her dark hair and drooping eyelids made him look like he was under something; Physically leaning towards Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

"Nothing could be more pleasing," repeated Voldemort, turning his head slightly towards her. "It means so much, Bellacritus, to you."

Her face was full of joy, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Master knows I'm telling the truth!"

"Is there anything more gratifying than that . . . than the happy event that happened at your house this week?"

She stared at him, opened her mouth, obviously confused, "Master, I don't know what you are talking about..."

"I'm talking about your niece, Bellacritus. Also your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She just married a werewolf, that Remus Lupine. You must be very proud .”

There was a burst of jeering around the table, a lot of pleasant glances were exchanged, and a few pounded the table with their fists.Bellaclitus' face that was full of joy just now turned blushing and ugly.

Marrying a werewolf is a family disgrace.

Chapter 1536 Werewolves and Death

The Death Eaters didn't care about that, they were happy to see other people suffer, as long as it wasn't themselves.It had been a joy to see Bellatrix and the Malfoys humiliated.Bellatrix was flushed with happiness just now, but now her face was red and white, which was very ugly.

"Master, she is not our niece." She shouted amidst the roar of laughter, "Just like Sirius who was driven out of the Black family, our sister is also a disgrace to the family, since she married that mudblood We were removed from the family, and we, Narcissa and I, never set eyes on her and had nothing to do with her. Neither the child nor the animal she married had anything to do with us. "

"Draco, what do you say?" Voldemort asked, his voice low but clear over the screams and jeers, "would you take care of those little wolf cubs? If I let you go there , would you like to go?"

Being called by Voldemort, Draco Malfoy visibly shivered.

He subconsciously covered his arm and looked at his father in horror.

His father stared down at his knees, and then he met his mother's gaze.

His mother shook her head almost imperceptibly, then stared blankly at the opposite wall again.

Draco didn't seem to see the response from his mother, or didn't know how to answer it. His anxious thoughts blurred for a while, and he fell into another terrible memory again. He couldn't help but think of the punishment he received last summer vacation. Voldemort punished the Malfoy family heavily because of his father's incompetence.

What does Voldemort really mean?werewolf?Little wolf cub?

Let Draco take care of them?

Since Fenrir Greyback was killed by Ivan in the last operation, the werewolf army assembled in the underground world has been in chaos. It should have been the most threatening and combative werewolf in Voldemort's dark army, but now it has become A dish of loose sand, they urgently need...

Do not! ! !

Either way, Draco didn't want anything to do with werewolves again.

His grip on his arm grew stronger, and his face grew pale. Greyback was dead, and he should be free from this terrible threat.

His father said that there will be a way, everything will be solved...

The scene became more lively because of Draco's delay in answering Voldemort.

"Enough!" whispered Voldemort, playing with his wand. "Enough."

The laughter subsided immediately, and the atmosphere became oppressive again.

"Many of our oldest families have grown a little sick for a long time," he said, and Bellatrix stared at him earnestly, holding her breath. "You have to prune to keep it healthy, don't you?" ? Cut out those parts that threaten your overall health."

"Yes, my lord!" Bellatrix whispered, feverishly, with tears of gratitude again in her eyes, "if the opportunity arises!"

"There will be a chance," said Voldemort, his left arm twitching unnaturally again, "in your family, in the whole world . . . Pure wizards...we want to establish a new order, build a new world..."

While speaking, Voldemort slowly raised Lucius Malfoy's wand with his right hand, pointed at the slightly rotating human body hanging above the table, and waved it lightly.

The man woke up with a groan, and began to struggle to break free from the invisible ropes.

"Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face, expressionless.

At this moment, all the Death Eaters looked up at the captive, as if they had been given permission to show their curiosity.

The woman said in a hoarse, terrified voice as she spun to face the fire, "Severus! Help me!"

"Oh, I got it," said Snape, and the prisoner slowly turned around again.

"What about you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, stroking the snake's nose with his wand-free hand.

Draco shook his head violently, growing more terrified.