Chapter 122 Voldemort is preparing to cause trouble

"What if I say... I wasn't tampered with by Dracula?" Under Snape's sharp eyes, Riddle also stared back coldly.

"That's just your one-sided statement." Snape was unmoved. His eyes were very cold and empty, like two dark tunnels.

The two looked at each other with cold eyes, and the air between them seemed to freeze.

"Okay, Severus, Tom, you two can stop now." Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded from the front of the living room of Malfoy Manor, interrupting the almost frozen atmosphere.

"Severus, there is no need to doubt my clone anymore," he said. "I have already confirmed that he has not been manipulated by Dracula and can still be completely trusted."

Snape's eyes froze for a moment, and then he slowly moved his eyes back to the table in front of him.

"I understand, Master," he said softly.

Riddle tilted his lips at Snape and showed a provocative look, but received no response.

He curled his lips in annoyance, but in his heart he was very disdainful of Voldemort's assurance just now in front of everyone——

Riddle knew that Voldemort must have quietly checked whether there was anything wrong with his soul fragment while he and Snape were looking at each other.

Voldemort's willingness to believe in Riddle was never because of his trust in him, but simply because of his confidence in himself.

Whether the soul fragments in the Horcrux have been tampered with or not, he can't make any mistakes at close range!

However, what Voldemort did not expect was that Dracula did not do anything to Riddle at all.

Dracula just bewitched him with words, and made Riddle, the Horcrux diary, betray Voldemort's camp and join Dracula's team...

After joining Dracula's team, both Snape's report and Voldemort's test frightened Riddle——

He was afraid that Voldemort would know about his absorption of another Horcrux, and he was also afraid that Snape would expose his defection to Dracula...

Riddle spent the short meeting in a state of trembling nervousness. That is to say, Riddle inherited Voldemort's memory, possessing strong acting talent and adaptability, and was able to barely cope with Snape's cold gaze and Voldemort's inspection.

In order to prevent himself from being exposed, he quickly made an excuse and said goodbye.

"In order to avoid being discovered by Dracula, I cannot leave Hogwarts for too long." Riddle said, "Are there any other more important things? Leave first without me."

"There is nothing more important." Voldemort thought for a moment and said to Riddle in a deep voice, "Your only mission, which is extremely important to us, is to bring me what I want before Halloween! "

Riddle nodded silently, and then disappeared.

After leaving Malfoy Manor, he breathed a long sigh of relief and quickly returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office at Hogwarts.

"Are you saying...Snape is definitely on Voldemort's side?" Dracula held a lollipop in his mouth and looked at Riddle with interest, who still looked a little scared. "How did you find out in just a few minutes?"

"Not long after this Death Eater meeting started, Snape pointed the finger at me..." Riddle said in shock, "I thought he would at least hide something for me...as Hogwart Ci’s assistant coach, I can at least be considered his colleague!”

"But he didn't! He exposed the fact that I was working for you as soon as he came up, and encouraged Voldemort to no longer believe my words. If I hadn't been a fragment of his soul and still maintained a normal state, Voldemort would probably You really have to suspect me..."

Riddle recounted Snape's performance at the Death Eater gathering in detail, and then looked closely into Dracula's eyes.

"Professor Dracula, only by getting rid of Snape, the spy, can I work for you more safely!" he said seriously.

"I know." Dracula nodded casually, took the lollipop stick out of his mouth, and threw it into the trash can nearby.

Seeing that Riddle was still standing there, he waved his hand casually and said, "Go back and rest first. I will handle this matter."

Dracula's nonchalant attitude made Riddle's expression stiffen. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only leave the office with a cold face.

"What are you going to do next?"

Watching Riddle leave, Dracula opened the window boredly and admired Hogwarts Castle in the night.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is located in the overall rectangular teaching area, on the east side of the third floor, and is connected to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which is adjacent to the east corridor on the second floor.

Looking to the southwest side of the castle from the lower third floor, you can see an extremely tall and magnificent cylindrical building - that is the main tower of Hogwarts Castle.

The main tower has a total of eight floors, each floor is very high. The top floor is a wide spire covered with tiles, full of simple and elegant style.

The spire is connected to three small towers that rise in sequence, which is the Hogwarts principal's office on the eighth floor of the main tower.

In this late night, in the dim and dark night, there are no stars in the sky, almost all the lights in Hogwarts Castle have been extinguished, and the world is dark.

With his excellent night vision, Dracula's office did not turn on the lights, blending in with the deep night.

However, the three small towers outside the spire of the main tower shone faintly, adding a bit of color to the night.

"It seems that tonight is not so boring!" Dracula raised his lips.

He stepped lightly on the windowsill and jumped into the dark night.

In this dim night, Dracula did not have to avoid the eyes of the little wizards at all. He spread out a pair of broad wings and flew lightly in the protective color of the night.

In this cold weather, the window of the principal's office was not closed. A candle was placed on the window sill, swaying gently in the wind.

Dracula's figure quietly appeared next to the candle, blocking the rare light in the night.

"Ah, you're here, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore gently adjusted the glasses on his crooked nose and smiled happily, "It's cold today, please help me close the window when you get down. "

"You seem to have been waiting for me here for a long time?" Dracula frowned slightly, jumped down from the window frame lightly, and closed the window.

"Ah, it didn't take long. When Severus left, I opened the window and waited for you to come over." Dumbledore rubbed his cold and red hands, "I am really old, and I still feel like closing the window Warmer.”

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"Mind if I light a fireplace?"

Before Dracula could agree, Dumbledore waved his wand and lit the fireplace next to his desk.

Green flames rose high from the fireplace, and the room suddenly became warm.

"Tell me, what are you staying up so late to tell me?" Dracula glanced at the fireplace burning with green flames, and lay down skillfully on the sofa next to the Sorting Hat, "If you want me to tell you, You should really learn from that old guy Nico’s routine.”

"He goes to bed at around eight o'clock every night and gets up at five o'clock in the morning. He is over 600 years old and can still walk on his own." Dracula said with a chuckle.

"To be honest, I also envy Nico's leisurely life." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "Originally, he had to worry about others coveting the legendary Sorcerer's Stone, but now that he has given it to you for safekeeping, , the last worry is gone.”

"Now he doesn't have to worry about anything. He only needs to watch dramas and study magic every day to live a comfortable life."

"How can you feel comfortable doing those repetitive things every day?" Dracula disagreed, "But his boring life did make his work and rest more regular."

"If possible, which old man would be willing to stay up late? But I have no other solution. If I don't solve Voldemort's problem, I won't be able to sleep or eat well, Professor Dracula!"

Dumbledore had a smile in his eyes and looked deeply at Dracula.

"If you feel sorry for me, an old man, you can just promise to help me get rid of Voldemort. Then I won't have to stay up late like those energetic young people." He said with a smile.

"If I feel sorry for you as an old man, who will feel sorry for me as an old man?" Dracula shrugged, "Voldemort, that troublesome noseless guy, although he has no brains, he has prepared a lot of spare life for himself. ...I won’t take on such a troublesome task for myself just looking for trouble.”

"You are joking, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore smiled, covered his mouth and yawned, "Which old man can stay so energetic like you without sleeping for several days?"

Dracula closed his eyes, too lazy to go back and forth with Dumbledore, the old fox, and say those useless words.

"Tell me, what do you want to tell me?" he asked straight to the point.

"Don't worry, there's still one of us who hasn't arrived yet!" Dumbledore looked at the fireplace next to him and said with a chuckle.

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On the other side, in the living room of Malfoy Manor.

After Riddle left, the remaining Death Eaters continued the previous gathering.

"Do you understand the next plan?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes glanced around the Death Eaters present and asked coldly.

"Understood, Master." The Death Eaters present all replied solemnly.

"Very good, then let's discuss everyone's main tasks in this operation."

Voldemort stared into everyone's eyes one by one until they were so frightened that cold sweat broke out on their heads, and then he slowly said the next sentence.

"Start with you, Severus." Voldemort pointed his wand at Snape, who was sitting in the first place on his right, "Tell me how to accomplish your mission there."

Snape nodded expressionlessly.

"I will stay at Hogwarts, casting a spell on the coming and going owls and magical messages, blocking Dracula and Dumbledore's access to information." He said calmly, "If Dumbledore and Dracula have If they want to leave the castle, I will do my best to stop their movements and use other things to try to hold them back until our operation is over!"

"Severus is right!" Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded.

"Dracula and Dumbledore are the two biggest obstacles in our plan. We must delay them before we can succeed! Although we have two undercover agents in Hogwarts, my clone has other tasks, so only Only then can you hold off these two obstacles."

"Severus, for the sake of keeping your identity confidential, you don't have to participate in this operation on the spot." Voldemort said solemnly, "All you need to do is try your best to hold off Dracula and Dumbledore for as long as possible. The better!”

Snape nodded slowly.

"Yaxley, where is the Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort suddenly turned his head and looked to his left.

Yaxley was different from other Death Eaters who were covered in black. His black robe was embroidered with gorgeous and complicated patterns, which seemed to highlight his unique temperament as one of the twenty-eight saints.

Voldemort's sudden question startled him.

Yaxley shuddered subconsciously, then realized what he was doing and began to introduce his work content.

"I have bribed the Aurors and observers stationed in Azkaban at the end of October. They thought I was just visiting those members of the Yaxley family who were in prison."

"But how can those imprisoned trash be worthy of my visit?" He sneered. "At that time, I will destroy the communication devices between Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic when they are not paying attention, and cut them off. The possibility of finding reinforcements!”

"In addition, I have already written the impeachment papers against Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour. I will hand them over to Fudge as soon as we break Azkaban."

"With the virtue of that idiot Fudge, he must not mind weakening the influence of two political rivals. At the same time, doing so can not only please our Yaxley family, but also get rid of the incident of being breached in Azkaban. It’s the best of all three.”

"My promotion to the first or second position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is a sure thing!"

"You have accomplished your mission well." Voldemort nodded approvingly, "When I take over the magical world, you will be the next Minister of Magic!"

Yaxley showed a fanatical expression at the right time and knelt on the ground to express his loyalty to Voldemort.

Lucius sat second on the left, watching with great disgust as the head of the family, who was also one of the twenty-eight holy clans, knelt down to Voldemort, completely forgetting how he licked Voldemort's toes at that time...

"Lucius, where are you?" Voldemort's cold voice suddenly sounded in Lucius's ears.

Lucius took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "I have already prepared all the Malfoy family's property, and our relationship with the Ministry of Magic has been sorted out... Even if the family wealth is dissipated, the master's handover must be completed. The mission given to me!”

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