Chapter 121 A gathering of Death Eaters full of moles

October is coming quickly.

October this year was extremely cold, with a damp chill permeating the Scottish Highlands and penetrating into Hogwarts Castle from the outside.

Amid the frigid temperatures, a sudden outbreak of colds among staff and students left the head nurse, Madam Pomfrey, scrambling.

To this end, she prepared a large amount of refreshments in the school infirmary, and posted notices in the common rooms of the four colleges of the castle and the staff lounges, asking faculty and students who had colds to go to the school on the fourth floor in time. Get a pick-me-up at the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey's refreshing potion has an almost immediate effect, but those who drink it will have smoke coming from their ears for several hours.

Fred and George fell for it.

The lively twins who came to Wes' house had a very wide social circle and often went to various colleges to bet with others, so they quickly caught colds from other infected people.

Unlike other little wizards who suffer from colds, Fred and George became even more excited after being infected with the cold.

They rushed to the school infirmary immediately and asked for two bottles of refreshing potion, and drank it immediately——

The next second, streams of steam came out from under their bright red hair, and their whole heads seemed to be on fire.

The two troublemakers were having fun until the effects of the medicine wore off. They wanted to go to the school infirmary to get two more bottles of refreshing potion, but they were discovered and Madam Pomfrey chased them out with a broomstick...

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One afternoon, Dracula had just finished teaching a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson to the second-grade wizards. He put away his wand and was admiring the teachings written by Riddle on the podium.

Even though the class just now unknowingly deviated from the existing teaching plan, Dracula had to admit that Riddle's teachings were quite good, and the handwriting was very beautiful, clear, and neat. It was simply better than Tool Man. Quirrell is even more worry-free to use.

At this time, Riddle was also in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, coming to Dracula with a thick stack of parchment papers - those papers were the students' homework, all assigned by Riddle.

Riddle, who had almost all the experience of Voldemort's student days, easily defeated the actions of students who wanted to exclude him from the teaching assistant position. After all, Flint and other scumbag students' plan to get rid of their homework was not successfully realized, and they even suffered a lot for it.

In fact, Tom Riddle, as a Slytherin who was born in an orphanage, suffered from rejection and disgust from purebloods in his early years at Hogwarts.

But in this case, he relied on his unique methods, both soft and hard, to successfully conquer a large number of Slytherin's so-called pure-blood nobles. At that time, Abraxas Malfoy, Avery, and Strange all became the first early Death Eaters.

The tricks played by Marcus Flint and others today are all leftover from their grandfathers' generation, so naturally they cannot be Riddle's opponent.

So after the nine months when Dracula promised not to leave any homework, Riddle, as a teaching assistant, immediately took over the power of life and death in assigning homework, making the little wizards who were unwilling to do homework miserable.

"Professor Dracula, the homework has been collected." Riddle came to the podium and said to Dracula, "Everyone is very conscious today."

"Can they be unconscious? You came to your door one by one for those who didn't hand in their homework yesterday." Dracula smiled casually, "In the future, you can make your own decisions about homework, and you don't need to report to me. Please." !”

"I know." Riddle nodded.

At this time, the three Gryffindors, Harry, Ron and Hermione, packed their school bags and stood up from their seats.

Before leaving through the door at the back of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry still carried his bag and came to the front of the podium to say hello to Dracula and Riddle.

"See you in the next class, Professor Dracula!" Harry waved, and then turned his expectant eyes to Riddle, "Tom, after the duel club ends tonight, can I still study alone with you?"

"Of course, we are friends!" Riddle smiled gently at Harry.

Harry's expression immediately became excited, and he ran towards Hermione and Ron who were waiting at the door of the classroom.

"So... you have already taken care of Harry?" Dracula looked at Harry's leaving figure in surprise and asked Riddle.

He clearly remembered that when he first learned that Tom Riddle had become the Assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Harry was extremely repulsive and confused about the matter.

Dracula was too lazy to deal with the young wizard's emotional problems, but letting Harry reveal Riddle's identity was not very suitable for the stability of this course.

So he assigned Riddle a task to deal with Harry's rejection and stabilize his status as a teaching assistant.

"It's done." Riddle chuckled. "Harry is still too naive after all. I told him that I am just an aggregation of Voldemort's partial memories. Now I have been subdued by Professor Dracula and stand on the side of justice." On the other hand...he just believed it stupidly."

"I guess it's not that simple." Dracula shook his head, "Although Potter is a bit reckless, he is still quite smart overall."

"Of course, there are other details." Riddle had a slightly sarcastic smile on his face. "Harry just cares too much about feelings. I just retaught him some magic in the same way as a diary." knowledge, he once again thought of his diary friend named Tom."

Dracula fell silent.

"Potter has probably regarded you as a friend, Riddle." After a moment, he said softly, "Now that you have become a teaching assistant at Hogwarts and have decided to turn against Voldemort, you actually already have and Potter’s stance on making friends.”

"Don't disappoint the little wizard too much, Riddle."

Dracula looked deeply at the black-haired young man in front of him, his tone solemn.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, looking at Dracula who suddenly changed his tone, and suddenly realized what his problem was——

He had yet to completely change his mindset and put himself on the side of the Hogwarts staff.

Faced with the naive and gullible character of the young wizards, Riddle did not correct them with the attitude of a teacher and try to teach them the principles of life. Instead, he first developed emotions such as ridicule and joking, and used a kind of Watch this scene with the mentality of watching a drama.

This mentality of still treating himself as an outsider is completely unpopular with Dracula.

But Dracula is different. Although he often observes every move of the little wizards with the attitude of watching a play, he still has a little bit of professionalism in him after all——

On the one hand, he had already agreed to Nico Flamel's appointment as a professor at Hogwarts, so naturally he would not want the students he taught to be inferior to others... This would make him lose face in front of his old friends.

This is one of the reasons why Dracula is very unhappy with the high failure rate of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

On the other hand, Dracula actually thinks like this in his heart: Isn’t it enough to have a theater-goer in Hogwarts Castle? Tom Riddle is just a Horcrux, why should he look at his students with the attitude of watching a drama?

So Dracula immediately suppressed Riddle.

"I understand, Professor Dracula." Riddle lowered his head and said softly, "I will not let Harry be disappointed in me."

"Just understand." Dracula nodded noncommittally, turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office in front of the classroom.

When he was about to reach the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He turned back again and looked at Riddle, who was still standing on the podium.

"The next gathering of Death Eaters will be in two days, right?" Dracula asked.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded, "Yes, it will be this Saturday night."

"By the way, Professor Dracula, Potions Professor Severus Snape is Voldemort's most trusted subordinate now. If he tells Voldemort that I became an assistant, it might make Voldemort suspicious of me... …”

"What you want is to make him doubt you." Dracula suddenly interrupted Riddle.

"What...?" Riddle was shocked.

"Don't worry, in the gathering of Death Eaters, as long as you follow the words I told you, everything will be fine." Dracula said, "Believe me, the plan has been going on step by step..."

In Riddle's confused eyes, he opened the door and walked into his office.

Then, an extremely playful smile appeared on Dracula's lips——

"Riddle, Malfoy, Snape... I'm really looking forward to seeing what Voldemort's expression will look like when he learns the truth!"

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It was twelve o'clock in the morning on Saturday, the night was deep, the sky was overcast, there was no moonlight, no stars could be seen, and the sky was pitch black.

It was as if Malfoy Manor couldn't afford to pay for lamp oil. There were no lights on in the living room, and it was almost as dim as the night outside.

Voldemort played with his wand with his slender fingers like spider legs and walked on the thick carpet without making a sound.

Lucius Malfoy had already sent his wife Narcissa back to the bedroom, and stood tremblingly in the living room alone, waiting for the arrival of the Dark Lord.

"You are quite punctual, Lucius." Voldemort said softly. His scarlet eyes were particularly obvious in the dim light, "I just don't know...if others are as punctual as you."

He gently raised the wand, and Lucius consciously rolled up the cuff of his left arm, revealing a skull swallowing a snake's head.

Voldemort suddenly exerted force, and the wand instantly poked the skull of the Dark Mark on Lucius's left arm - the Dark Mark instantly turned as bright red as blood!

Lucius gritted his teeth tightly, enduring the burning pain of the Dark Mark and the sharp pain of the wand piercing his arm.

With a "bang" and "bang" sound, one after another Death Eaters in black robes apparated into the living room of Malfoy Manor and sat down in their respective seats.

Voldemort pulled the wand out of Lucius's arm and looked around the long table in the living room.

Taking this opportunity, Lucius returned to his seat with a cold sweat on his face and sat next to Yaxley.

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"If I'm not mistaken, one of us has not yet arrived." Voldemort said in a very soft voice, which made the Death Eaters present shiver.

At this moment, a young and handsome black-haired figure suddenly appeared in the dim living room and came to Voldemort's side.

"Sorry, I'm a step late." Riddle said softly.

"It doesn't matter, just come." Seeing Riddle's arrival, Voldemort slowly showed a smile, "Now that everyone is here, let's get started with today's main topic."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to look at Riddle beside him, "Have you brought what I want?"

Riddle was silent for two seconds.

"I haven't got it yet," he replied calmly.

Visible to the naked eye, the smile on Voldemort's face disappeared, and his expression instantly darkened, just like the dark night outside.

There was a collective silence in the living room of Malfoy Manor.

However, before Voldemort could completely burst into anger, Riddle spoke again.

"Although I haven't got it yet, I have found the exact method." He said solemnly, "Now, I have completely gained Harry Potter's trust, and I have an hour alone with him every day."

"So what does this mean?" Voldemort said coldly, "Don't you have any time alone with Potter during the summer vacation?"

"This is different." Riddle said, "I didn't fully gain Harry Potter's trust before, so there were many methods that I couldn't use. But it's different now -"

"With Harry Potter completely trusting me, I can let him use a special bottle to collect the missing blood and give it to me. As long as I can get Dracula to pay more attention to this side, Lighten up a little and I can get Potter's blood right away!"

Voldemort frowned and looked at Snape, who was sitting first on his right.

"Severus, tell me, is there anything wrong with what my clone said?" he asked.

"No problem." Snape glanced at Riddle indifferently and said, "Your clone has now become the assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He has time to tutor Harry Potter alone every day. It is indeed very enjoyable. His trust. So there is nothing wrong with what he just said..."

"But -" Snape suddenly changed to a more serious tone, "The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is Dracula! I don't believe that your clone can hide from Dracula and become his openly. Assistant teacher!”

"So what do you mean..." Voldemort asked, his voice seemed extremely low.

"What I mean is... your clone has probably been discovered by Dracula, and the clone sitting here now may have been tampered with by him!"

Snape looked directly into Riddle's eyes with sharp eyes.

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