Chapter 279
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 279
Hearing Dumbledore's name suddenly, the corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched upwards, like a provocative king cobra, with a red and fierce light beating like thunder, "Just now, you said—" His high-pitched voice fluctuated, indicating that he was not calm at the moment, "Is he like—Dumbledore?"
"Hahaha..." Voldemort laughed wildly on his ferocious face, his red eyes became hollow and indifferent, as if he was possessed by magic, "You actually said he looks like Dumbledore!" He didn't even move his hand holding the wand, but the magic power released from him caused a violent howling wind around the cemetery, and all the Death Eaters had to reach out and tighten their cloaks to stabilize their figures.
"Master, listen to my explanation—" Selwyn took a step forward and said respectfully: "The Nott family and the Carlo family are not ordinary families. Even among the holy 28 pure-blood families, they belong to the first echelon. Don't be afraid to say something that offends people. They are at least a little stronger than the Avery family and the Foley family..."
"A family like this...you can suppress him, beat him, and even eliminate him after paying a certain price...but if you want to turn them into enemies, change their flags when they were originally hostile, turn to themselves, and become loyal and solid allies—this requires quite powerful means..."
After all, Voldemort couldn't help but raised his hand, and Selwyn's whole body flew out horizontally, fell hard to the ground three feet, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He fully understood what Selwyn meant, and knew that what Selwyn said was true, but the truth is often the most hurtful.
Voldemort knew his character and methods. He liked to rule and discipline his subordinates with majesty and terror, and bind people's hearts with interests.For those who refuse to obey his discipline, are unwilling to submit to him, or even take the initiative to resist him, he will kill them all.Want to turn your enemies into friends and attach yourself to yourself?He had to admit that he really couldn't do it——
In this regard, only the white-bearded old man who talks about love and forgiveness every day has the willingness and ability to influence his enemies.
Selwyn's words, on the surface, meant that the boy from the Malfoy family had a personality that was not inferior to Dumbledore's, but there was also a hint that he was not as good as Dumbledore in this respect.
That's why he couldn't help himself and sent Selwyn flying.From this point of view, although he had tried his best to maintain his sanity, the magic of the Horcrux still inevitably affected his temperament, making him irritable and irritable.
"Interesting...it's really interesting..." After hitting Selwyn in this way, Voldemort's anger gradually faded, and his tone returned to his previous coldness. He pretended to be indifferent and said softly: "It seems that the Malfoy family is not the same as me after all..."
The three of Selwyn, Foley, and Yaxley exchanged glances vaguely, and they knew——
This trick of sowing dissension and killing people with a borrowed knife has come to fruition!
Judging from the changes in Voldemort's demeanor and tone, it is not difficult for them to guess that Voldemort has been persuaded by them, and they have given up the idea of recruiting the Malfoy family in their hearts, and Voldemort's behavior style has always been very simple, as long as he is not under his command, he is equal to his enemy. From this, it is not difficult to guess the countermeasures Voldemort will take against the Malfoy family next.
Cut the weeds!
It seems that the name Dumbledore is indeed Voldemort's inner demon.
Voldemort didn't take another look at the empty space that belonged to Lucius, but continued to step forward.
Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the person next to him—the gap was big enough for two people to stand.
"The Lestranges should stand here," said Voldemort softly, "but they were captured in Azkaban. They are loyal. They would rather enter Azkaban than abandon me... When Azkaban is breached, the Lestranges will receive rewards they can't even dream of. Dementors will join us... They are our natural allies... We will recall the banished giants... I will find all my loyal servants, and regain a group of magical animals that everyone fears..."
Selwyn struggled to stand up, bent slightly, and said respectfully: "My master, the werewolves who defected to me from the Rolle family will also serve you loyally."
"Very good... very good..." Voldemort pointed his wand at Selwyn, and a blood-red mist drifted out from the end of the wand, and was absorbed into Selwyn's body through Selwyn's robe. Selwyn suddenly felt that the injury he had just suffered had healed instantly, and his magic power had increased a lot. He brows happily and said loudly, "Thank you, Master... Thank you for your great reward..."
Voldemort ignored Selwyn. He continued walking, passing some Death Eaters without making a sound, and stopping before others.
"McNeill...Wormtail told me you were exterminating dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? There will soon be something better for you to exterminate, McNeill, and Voldemort will provide..."
"Thank you, master... thank you." McNeill murmured.
Next, he walked up to Peter Pettigrew, and made him a silver hand, and Pettigrew gratefully kissed his robe.
At last he came to the largest gap, and looked at it with empty red eyes, as though someone were standing there.
"Here are six Death Eaters missing...Three died for me, one didn't have the guts to come back...he'll pay the price. The other, I think, left me forever...he'll be executed, of course... There is one who is still my most loyal servant, and he has returned to my service."
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and Harry saw the masked men surreptitiously exchanging glances.
"He is at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, thanks to his hard work, our little friend will come here tonight..."
A group of people all looked at Harry. "Yes," Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a smile, "Harry Potter came to my regeneration party. We may even call him my special guest."
Then, Voldemort began his long story about how he painstakingly planned and painstakingly completed the resurrection process, and proudly told the Death Eaters: This boy is no longer his nemesis, he has obtained the protective magic from her mother that flows in Harry Potter's blood, and he is no longer afraid to touch him...
He put his finger on Harry's forehead, and smiled as he watched Harry grit his teeth in pain.
"Cruciate!" cried Voldemort suddenly and grimly.
Harry screamed in pain, shaking his head and hands and feet frantically, and the screams gradually became weaker.When the torture was over, he hung limply on the rope, panting violently.
"Next, I will completely clear everyone's minds of misunderstandings." Voldemort said, "Now, in front of you, there is no Dumbledore to protect him, and no mother to sacrifice for him. I will give him a chance to duel with me."
"Put him down, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."
Revised yesterday's chapter, added 400 words, and gave the Foley castaway a name, Claude Foley
(End of this chapter)
Hearing Dumbledore's name suddenly, the corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched upwards, like a provocative king cobra, with a red and fierce light beating like thunder, "Just now, you said—" His high-pitched voice fluctuated, indicating that he was not calm at the moment, "Is he like—Dumbledore?"
"Hahaha..." Voldemort laughed wildly on his ferocious face, his red eyes became hollow and indifferent, as if he was possessed by magic, "You actually said he looks like Dumbledore!" He didn't even move his hand holding the wand, but the magic power released from him caused a violent howling wind around the cemetery, and all the Death Eaters had to reach out and tighten their cloaks to stabilize their figures.
"Master, listen to my explanation—" Selwyn took a step forward and said respectfully: "The Nott family and the Carlo family are not ordinary families. Even among the holy 28 pure-blood families, they belong to the first echelon. Don't be afraid to say something that offends people. They are at least a little stronger than the Avery family and the Foley family..."
"A family like this...you can suppress him, beat him, and even eliminate him after paying a certain price...but if you want to turn them into enemies, change their flags when they were originally hostile, turn to themselves, and become loyal and solid allies—this requires quite powerful means..."
After all, Voldemort couldn't help but raised his hand, and Selwyn's whole body flew out horizontally, fell hard to the ground three feet, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He fully understood what Selwyn meant, and knew that what Selwyn said was true, but the truth is often the most hurtful.
Voldemort knew his character and methods. He liked to rule and discipline his subordinates with majesty and terror, and bind people's hearts with interests.For those who refuse to obey his discipline, are unwilling to submit to him, or even take the initiative to resist him, he will kill them all.Want to turn your enemies into friends and attach yourself to yourself?He had to admit that he really couldn't do it——
In this regard, only the white-bearded old man who talks about love and forgiveness every day has the willingness and ability to influence his enemies.
Selwyn's words, on the surface, meant that the boy from the Malfoy family had a personality that was not inferior to Dumbledore's, but there was also a hint that he was not as good as Dumbledore in this respect.
That's why he couldn't help himself and sent Selwyn flying.From this point of view, although he had tried his best to maintain his sanity, the magic of the Horcrux still inevitably affected his temperament, making him irritable and irritable.
"Interesting...it's really interesting..." After hitting Selwyn in this way, Voldemort's anger gradually faded, and his tone returned to his previous coldness. He pretended to be indifferent and said softly: "It seems that the Malfoy family is not the same as me after all..."
The three of Selwyn, Foley, and Yaxley exchanged glances vaguely, and they knew——
This trick of sowing dissension and killing people with a borrowed knife has come to fruition!
Judging from the changes in Voldemort's demeanor and tone, it is not difficult for them to guess that Voldemort has been persuaded by them, and they have given up the idea of recruiting the Malfoy family in their hearts, and Voldemort's behavior style has always been very simple, as long as he is not under his command, he is equal to his enemy. From this, it is not difficult to guess the countermeasures Voldemort will take against the Malfoy family next.
Cut the weeds!
It seems that the name Dumbledore is indeed Voldemort's inner demon.
Voldemort didn't take another look at the empty space that belonged to Lucius, but continued to step forward.
Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the person next to him—the gap was big enough for two people to stand.
"The Lestranges should stand here," said Voldemort softly, "but they were captured in Azkaban. They are loyal. They would rather enter Azkaban than abandon me... When Azkaban is breached, the Lestranges will receive rewards they can't even dream of. Dementors will join us... They are our natural allies... We will recall the banished giants... I will find all my loyal servants, and regain a group of magical animals that everyone fears..."
Selwyn struggled to stand up, bent slightly, and said respectfully: "My master, the werewolves who defected to me from the Rolle family will also serve you loyally."
"Very good... very good..." Voldemort pointed his wand at Selwyn, and a blood-red mist drifted out from the end of the wand, and was absorbed into Selwyn's body through Selwyn's robe. Selwyn suddenly felt that the injury he had just suffered had healed instantly, and his magic power had increased a lot. He brows happily and said loudly, "Thank you, Master... Thank you for your great reward..."
Voldemort ignored Selwyn. He continued walking, passing some Death Eaters without making a sound, and stopping before others.
"McNeill...Wormtail told me you were exterminating dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? There will soon be something better for you to exterminate, McNeill, and Voldemort will provide..."
"Thank you, master... thank you." McNeill murmured.
Next, he walked up to Peter Pettigrew, and made him a silver hand, and Pettigrew gratefully kissed his robe.
At last he came to the largest gap, and looked at it with empty red eyes, as though someone were standing there.
"Here are six Death Eaters missing...Three died for me, one didn't have the guts to come back...he'll pay the price. The other, I think, left me forever...he'll be executed, of course... There is one who is still my most loyal servant, and he has returned to my service."
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and Harry saw the masked men surreptitiously exchanging glances.
"He is at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, thanks to his hard work, our little friend will come here tonight..."
A group of people all looked at Harry. "Yes," Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a smile, "Harry Potter came to my regeneration party. We may even call him my special guest."
Then, Voldemort began his long story about how he painstakingly planned and painstakingly completed the resurrection process, and proudly told the Death Eaters: This boy is no longer his nemesis, he has obtained the protective magic from her mother that flows in Harry Potter's blood, and he is no longer afraid to touch him...
He put his finger on Harry's forehead, and smiled as he watched Harry grit his teeth in pain.
"Cruciate!" cried Voldemort suddenly and grimly.
Harry screamed in pain, shaking his head and hands and feet frantically, and the screams gradually became weaker.When the torture was over, he hung limply on the rope, panting violently.
"Next, I will completely clear everyone's minds of misunderstandings." Voldemort said, "Now, in front of you, there is no Dumbledore to protect him, and no mother to sacrifice for him. I will give him a chance to duel with me."
"Put him down, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."
Revised yesterday's chapter, added 400 words, and gave the Foley castaway a name, Claude Foley
(End of this chapter)
