Chapter 1074: The Monte family has the eye of Vicna

The blackened and bold front page headlines of the magic newspaper are reflected in Voldemort's eyes: "Babajid Ajinbad publicly apologizes to the British Ministry of Magic", "Maintenance or destruction, "Harry Potter and the Magic Stone" is finally conclusive ", "Mysterious man, no, please call him Voldemort"...

　　

The photos in the newspaper show the corresponding pictures in detail. The most striking one is the photo of Babajid Ajinbad bowing to the British Minister of Magic Owen Harris to apologize. He lowered his head and looked very Desolate... Newspapers flew like snow flakes and dazzled the ground, with Voldemort's pale, twisted face appearing behind the snowflakes.

　　

""Harry Potter and the Magic Stone", what is that? What is this stuff?" Voldemort said softly, sweeping the group of Death Eaters in his room with his scarlet, cold eyes, "Dare to dare recently Is the increase in my name related to it?"

　　

The room was silent. In this temporary stone cave, most of the Death Eaters were away from civilization and robbed and robbed by following Voldemort. As a temporary stronghold, they did not install the Wizard TV this time. Not well-informed.

　　

One or two wizards couldn't help but shivered. No one dared to look at Voldemort's eyes. Some people lowered their heads, fearing that Voldemort looked at himself; more of them turned to Lu Xiu, who brought the British news. Malfoy.

　　

Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy lifted his slightly trembling hands to wipe off the sweat beads from his pale forehead, bowed his body carefully close to Voldemort, and his low voice was tight: "Master "Harry Potter and the Magic Stone" is a fictional novel published in the Muggle world in order to let everyone be able to call everyone's name...

　　

　　 Others learned that the harassment ‘phone’ that they had received recently had become more and more serious, and they were afraid of Harris. They were afraid that the master would use them to vent their anger.

　　

The edges of the newspapers scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by the fire flames, which caused a slight wailing due to the high temperature, and instantly turned into ashes. The smoke from the newspaper rose from the newspaper, and soon The air drifted away, only the remaining ashes piled on the ground.

　　

　　 After the mysterious man burned, it was unexpected that the Death Eaters did not seem to fall into anger. He just frowned and asked: "What is the apology for the International Federation of Wizards?"

　　

　　 "Because the novel describes the magic world in detail, so..." Lucius said, telling the Dark Lord about the fact that he had heard about the previous meeting of the Federation.

　　

　　 "It's too cunning to come up with such insidious means,"

　　

　　 "Harris is really arrogant, in order to achieve his goal, at all costs."

　　

　　 "Has let the dirty, dirty muddy species tarnish the owner's name, Harris **** it!"

　　

　　……

　　

　　 Death Eaters cursed resentfully, one by one loudly, as if they could show their loyalty, and Bellatrix’s angry screaming and cursing sounds were particularly prominent.

　　

"Isn't there any pride of being a pure-blood family? Don't worry, my servants, wait for me this time..." Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird and cold smile, "No...no Isn’t Harris the kid who would curse the name for such a trivial matter and would be willing to offend so many countries so that other magical circles feel that the United Kingdom is so threatening...he has some other purpose..." just finished with a smile. Voldemort thought of the humiliation and the statement in the duel that the other party had brought him before, thinking that his expression became angry and distorted after the aftertaste, "The dragon warrior finally became a dragon... hum... my servants."

　　

Recognizing the reason why the other party released himself trapped in the crystal ball, Voldemort's gaze was more humiliating and angry. He used the pale and intact hand to pinch slowly one by one, and he pulled out his wand and pointed it at himself. He had his own curse on the name "Voldemort".

　　

After doing all this, Voldemort again realized that he had been acting according to the'arrangement' that Harris had planned for him. After this duel, he realized that he was no longer the opponent's Voldemort, and his expression began to be cloudy. He was involuntarily forced to use his rational thinking countermeasures when he was still young in chaotic thinking.

　　

　　 Seeing Voldemort's movements, the voices of the wizards in the cave gradually reduced to silence.

　　

　　 The cave was silent for a while, only the magic torch on the wall burst into crackling flames until the cave heard the rapid footsteps again, and the Death Eaters looked at the cave with relief.

　　

Old Parkinson hurriedly walked in from the door, feeling this unusual atmosphere, he was stiff in his walking posture, but thinking of the news he brought, he summoned the courage to continue walking forward, but his body shape Rick up a bit.

　　

　　 "Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Voldemort's voice was cold and slow, and his fierce eyes fell on Parkinson like a catharsis.

　　

"Master, this...this..." As if burned by his eyes, Parkinson shuddered involuntarily. He glanced at Lucius quickly, almost approaching the same hands and feet, stiffly approaching Voldemort. He bowed his head respectfully and finally found his tongue. "Master, I have good news. I found some information about the eye of Vicna..."

　　

The people around 　　 were full of consternation, the Death Eaters sent out a restlessness, and the mysterious person also felt a little surprised that the task that he did not hope could be detected by the waste in front of him.

　　

"Master, the trail of Vicna's eye is related to the Monte family in Bulgaria." Under the light of the fire, Parkinson's skin was darker than before, but his **** eyes were panic and his voice was hoarse and rough. , "In the Middle Ages, the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova, the founder of Demstrand and the first principal... After her death, it was the ancestor of the Monte family, Hafon Monte, who was very He soon succeeded to become the second principal."

　　

　　 "Fool, what's the point?" Bella yelled in a sharp voice, "Are you going to teach us a history of magic?"

　　

"Ah! Sorry!" Parkinson shuddered, and then said as quickly as an endorsement, "I found out that the eye of Vicna had appeared behind this history, and Hafon Monte dedicated it to Nelida Vocano. Baby, the founder of Destrom also died bizarrely within a year! In the history of the Monte family, the wizard who has always had the name of a genius but unexpectedly died early in the year...This is too abnormal...Master It’s never a coincidence that these things are combined. I’m sure that even if the Monte family does not have the Vecna ​​Eye, there must be news of the Vecna ​​Eye."

　　

"The Monte family..." Voldemort's prolonged voice sounded chilling, and the torch reflected in Voldemort's red eyes, emitting a strange light, "Then, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, such a secret message to you How did you find out?"

　　

Parkinson heard the Dark Lord’s question, and then he bent even lower. He didn’t dare to neglect. He replied tremblingly: "Master, Hogwarts had an exchange student event in Demstrand before, my daughter. Pansy learned the news from their mouths..."

　　

　　Bella heard the words and looked very angry: "For so long, why didn't you say it before?"

　　

　　 Voldemort was also terribly calm. The atmosphere in the cave seemed to be a volcano just before eruption, and the depression was almost stagnation.

　　

"Master... I... there is really no way, so I mobilized everyone in my house to help me inquire about this news..." Under such pressure, the cold sweat on Parkinson's forehead was exuding layer by layer, "I knew Pan West knew the relevant situation..."

　　

　　 "Which exchange student did Pansy learn about?" Voldemort looked at old Parkinson's nervous face, without a minute and a second, followed closely and asked.

　　

"Lord...Master, this...this I...I..." Parkinson trembles all over his body. He stammers and raises his head to say nothing, and Voldemort follows Parkinson's gaze, coldly. The red eyes and Lucius's annoyed eyes met. His eyes were so sharp, and a few people looked quickly away.

　　

Seeing the Dark Lord look in his eyes, Lucius looked pale. "Master, it's my fault. Draco and Pansy are very close. They are almost inseparable in Slytherin..." He bent down low. " When I went back to pick up supplies with Narcissa this time, when Sissi and Draco were chatting, I only found out that he and Pansy both knew this information... for Parkinson.. I only pointed this to Parkinson. Way..."

　　

　　 Frightened Parkinson suddenly fell to the ground, he crawled under Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe. "Master!" he pleaded, "Master, please forgive me! Forgive us!"

　　

"Malfoy and Parkinson, the combination of pure blood and pure blood..." Voldemort's calm, chilling voice did not change at all, and his eyes moved from the trembling old Parkinson to Lucius, hissing and asked. Said, "Lucius, was this something Draco found during Destrom's own or was someone told him? According to your previous introduction, Bulgaria and Britain don't seem to deal with it?"

　　

"Master, in order to properly confirm before I came, there is a part of the record in Destrom's library. It is well known that the genius wizard of the Monte family is easy to die early in Bulgaria..." Lucius was careful in his heart. Carrying the meaning behind Voldemort's abnormal cautiousness today, he understood that his former master had some fear in so many confrontations, worrying that he would fall into the trap of his new master.

　　

"Parkinson's family is not worthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you..." Voldemort straightened his head, raised his head, and glanced at the Death Eaters in the stone cave, a loud and clear command sounded: "Now, my servant People, pack things up, thirty minutes later, we go to Bulgaria."

　　

The sound of rubbing the magic robe sounded, the Death Eaters walked outside in an orderly manner, suddenly a loud explosion sounded, the top of the stone cave was shaken by this huge sound, and some rubble fell And dust. The horror almost swept through everyone's heart, but they didn't have much time to think about it. They almost immediately pulled out their wands nervously.

　　

"Some of you are being followed!" Voldemort's red eyes looked like the top of the stone cave, as if he could see the scene outside the stone cave. His voice echoed through the stone cave, drowning out the explosion. Then he turned his head quickly to Lucius and said, "Protect Bella..."

　　

　　Bellatrix seemed to be moved. She stretched out her wand with her stomach and pressed her own Death Eater mark, eager to know what was going on outside.

　　

There are still many Death Eaters like him doing this. Without answering, some Death Eaters could not help but exclaimed, "What's going on." But there were continuous explosions and stern cry They soon obliterated their doubts.

　　

"Master, Aurors are outside...Aurors from England are attacking us..." A terrified Death Eater stumbled into the cave, the walls were shaking, more and more stones were falling, he was disgraced Rolling belt crawled to Voldemort's feet~www.wuxiaspot.com~The Death Eaters in the cave appeared a commotion, some people secretly exchanged their gazes. In this thrilling explosion, mixed with the cries of Death Eaters, the mysterious man also pulled out his wand.

　　

"Master! Don't go! Maybe Alan Harris is also..." Bellatrix screamed, noticed Voldemort's eyes, and shrank back, "No, the master certainly didn't have to be afraid of the bad boy... But we can solve the Monte family first and then go to Germany... then the owner will win more beautiful..."

　　

Lucius stared at Bella, who was his aunt by relationship. He had learned from Narcissa that this crazy and unscrupulous woman had been having nightmares since the last attack. The new owner was terrified-Lucius had been wondering how to save Bella again after knowing that Bella would save her life last time, but the other party’s enthusiasm and character for the Dark Lord made him completely afraid to Reveal this tendency.

　　

"My servants, go straight to Bulgaria if you don't need anything...Let's complete the more important business as soon as possible and then return to Britain to get revenge." Voldemort's tone seemed a little reluctant, and then he said softly, "Go, Nagini." said At the end, the corner of his mouth was completely still, but the hissing sound was getting louder and louder. Nagini crawled over awkwardly, and the snake erected upright in front of him, and Voldemort's hand pressed on Nagini's head. go with.

　　

　　

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