Chapter 465 The choice of purebloods
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
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Under the pressure of Tver, the sunlight that came through during the day seemed to be a sneer on their dilapidated tombstones.
Cruel, but with an extremely ironic warmth.
"Make your choice." Tver frowned and looked at the silent crowd.
"I said I am different. Even if you choose Voldemort, I will let you go."
"Teach...Professor," Draco said nervously as he peeped in the corner, "I think they are speechless..."
Tver took a closer look, okay, his face turned purple and he was really speechless...
"Ahem, sorry, the place is too small to accommodate so much magic power that I can release casually."
Twil casually revoked his magic power and waved to Draco, asking him to stand next to him.
The purebloods immediately breathed a sigh of relief (literally) and slumped down on their chairs, breathing in the rare air.
In less than half a minute, they felt unprecedented pressure, as if they saw the god of death raising a sickle towards them!
"Professor?" Draco approached cautiously, looking a little nervous.
Although the professor also had a majestic side in the school, his arrogant and arrogant attitude just now shocked him.
"What do you think? About all this, about these people."
Tver waved his hand and pointed at the people breathing heavily, asking Draco as if in class, not caring about their embarrassed expressions at all.
Draco's expression stiffened.
Although his father and Ingus had wisely hid and did not come to attend the meeting, the purebloods present were all related to him by blood and were basically relatives. He really didn't know how to evaluate it. .
"It's hard to answer?" Tver asked expressionlessly.
"No!" Draco was so frightened that he shivered.
"I think they are very..." He looked hesitantly at the group of relatives who were glaring at him, "very sad."
"What? Louder."
"They are pathetic!" Draco shouted this time, seemingly encouraged by Tweel.
"Their vision is too narrow. They only have all kinds of selfish thoughts in their minds, but they never think about problems from a macro perspective."
"Actually, the most profitable businesses are always those that follow the trends of the world, and the worst businesses, no matter how profitable they seem to be, as long as they fail to succeed, they are just the moon in the water and are destined to be unprofitable!"
Tver raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He just wanted Draco to use his talents for a while and ridicule these people, so that the extreme Death Eaters could be exposed in advance.
Unexpectedly, Draco realized the benefits brought by macroeconomic trends without having any exposure to relevant knowledge.
This can be said to be shocking in the magical world where vision is generally narrow.
Draco took Tweel's gaze as approval, and said with a blushing face: "Uh... I specially found some Muggle books to read."
"It's a good improvement."
Although he was a little deviated from his own thoughts, Tver still praised him and then looked at the people whose faces were getting more and more ugly.
"I think you should rest well. Those who are willing to do business can stay and continue to attend the meeting." He raised his finger and pointed at the door. "Those who are loyal to Voldemort should leave here."
"But I have to remind you that when we meet next time, we will all be enemies!"
Before the purebloods' eagerness to move was revealed, they were immediately dispelled by Tver's words.
Although Tweel did not show the strength to surpass the Dark Lord, that moment was enough to prove that together with Dumbledore, he was definitely enough to compete with the Dark Lord!
Considering the teacher Tver mentioned, Grindelwald...
In fact, for these purebloods, no matter which side they join, there will definitely be benefits for them.
Therefore, the only thing that measures their choice is the strength of both parties!
They will gain everything if they win, but once they lose, no matter how good the business is, they cannot save it!
Alecto stood up, her body still trembling slightly with fear, but she still said with a trembling voice: "I know you are strong, but don't forget, everyone, the last time the Dark Lord was wreaking havoc, Dumbledore He and Grindelwald have been hiding in the tower..."
"And you, Twil Foley, are only a brat!"
After saying this, her courage disappeared, and she no longer had the courage to look into the eyes of the smiling Tver.
Amycus stood up, but after he took a deep breath, it didn't bring him much momentum.
"The Dark Lord... The Dark Lord is very powerful!" He said in a breathy voice.
After saying these harsh words, which were not harsh at all, the brother and sister stumbled out of the door.
"This is too useless. Fortunately, I ran to Voldemort."
Twil shook his head in amusement, supported Draco's shoulders with his arms, rested his chin on his palms, and looked at the remaining people playfully.
"Any more?" he said with a smile.
They looked at each other in silence, as if they had never experienced a leader urging his subordinates to defect...
No one has ever experienced this!
After waiting for a while, Tver just called the student's name in person, just like he encountered a student who was unwilling to raise his hand to answer a question in class.
"Little Avery, you don't want to inherit your father's business?"
Little Avery shivered when his name was called, and raised his head with a grimace, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
"I...I don't want to leave you..."
"..."
Tver looked at the next person with disgust.
"What about you, Gibbon?"
The man who was called also trembled, his face was bitter, his whole body was stiff, and even his head was shaking with his body.
"Well, in this case, I will tacitly agree that you belong to my camp."
Tver sighed helplessly.
The ones left behind seem to be of no use...
"I say ugly things first. Once I find out that someone is deliberately hurting our allies, such as the Order of the Phoenix, or secretly passing information to our enemies, including the Carlo brothers and sisters and other purebloods who just left, I will be even more cruel. Deal with him the right way, do you understand?"
Feeling the loosening of the atmosphere, the purebloods nodded hurriedly.
"Don't worry, I won't even tell my son!"
"Even if the Dark Lord tortures me in person, I won't tell him a word!"
"I...I won't leak any information even if I talk in my sleep at night!"
Tver looked at these pure-bloods showing their loyalty in disbelief, waved his hand, and repaired the cracked long table.
However, Draco took the opportunity to ask in a low voice with some doubts: "Professor, why did you let those brothers and sisters go? Even if you don't kill them, it would be better to imprison them."
"Draco..." Tver touched his head with one hand and pointed at the lively purebloods with the other, "War and killing are the most helpless means."
"Killing the Carlo brothers and sisters will only make them fearful of death. Why not let go of these time bombs, and maybe we can find Voldemort's location along the way."
"To be honest, I don't think enough people have left..."
Under the pressure of Tver, the sunlight that came through during the day seemed to be a sneer on their dilapidated tombstones.
Cruel, but with an extremely ironic warmth.
"Make your choice." Tver frowned and looked at the silent crowd.
"I said I am different. Even if you choose Voldemort, I will let you go."
"Teach...Professor," Draco said nervously as he peeped in the corner, "I think they are speechless..."
Tver took a closer look, okay, his face turned purple and he was really speechless...
"Ahem, sorry, the place is too small to accommodate so much magic power that I can release casually."
Twil casually revoked his magic power and waved to Draco, asking him to stand next to him.
The purebloods immediately breathed a sigh of relief (literally) and slumped down on their chairs, breathing in the rare air.
In less than half a minute, they felt unprecedented pressure, as if they saw the god of death raising a sickle towards them!
"Professor?" Draco approached cautiously, looking a little nervous.
Although the professor also had a majestic side in the school, his arrogant and arrogant attitude just now shocked him.
"What do you think? About all this, about these people."
Tver waved his hand and pointed at the people breathing heavily, asking Draco as if in class, not caring about their embarrassed expressions at all.
Draco's expression stiffened.
Although his father and Ingus had wisely hid and did not come to attend the meeting, the purebloods present were all related to him by blood and were basically relatives. He really didn't know how to evaluate it. .
"It's hard to answer?" Tver asked expressionlessly.
"No!" Draco was so frightened that he shivered.
"I think they are very..." He looked hesitantly at the group of relatives who were glaring at him, "very sad."
"What? Louder."
"They are pathetic!" Draco shouted this time, seemingly encouraged by Tweel.
"Their vision is too narrow. They only have all kinds of selfish thoughts in their minds, but they never think about problems from a macro perspective."
"Actually, the most profitable businesses are always those that follow the trends of the world, and the worst businesses, no matter how profitable they seem to be, as long as they fail to succeed, they are just the moon in the water and are destined to be unprofitable!"
Tver raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He just wanted Draco to use his talents for a while and ridicule these people, so that the extreme Death Eaters could be exposed in advance.
Unexpectedly, Draco realized the benefits brought by macroeconomic trends without having any exposure to relevant knowledge.
This can be said to be shocking in the magical world where vision is generally narrow.
Draco took Tweel's gaze as approval, and said with a blushing face: "Uh... I specially found some Muggle books to read."
"It's a good improvement."
Although he was a little deviated from his own thoughts, Tver still praised him and then looked at the people whose faces were getting more and more ugly.
"I think you should rest well. Those who are willing to do business can stay and continue to attend the meeting." He raised his finger and pointed at the door. "Those who are loyal to Voldemort should leave here."
"But I have to remind you that when we meet next time, we will all be enemies!"
Before the purebloods' eagerness to move was revealed, they were immediately dispelled by Tver's words.
Although Tweel did not show the strength to surpass the Dark Lord, that moment was enough to prove that together with Dumbledore, he was definitely enough to compete with the Dark Lord!
Considering the teacher Tver mentioned, Grindelwald...
In fact, for these purebloods, no matter which side they join, there will definitely be benefits for them.
Therefore, the only thing that measures their choice is the strength of both parties!
They will gain everything if they win, but once they lose, no matter how good the business is, they cannot save it!
Alecto stood up, her body still trembling slightly with fear, but she still said with a trembling voice: "I know you are strong, but don't forget, everyone, the last time the Dark Lord was wreaking havoc, Dumbledore He and Grindelwald have been hiding in the tower..."
"And you, Twil Foley, are only a brat!"
After saying this, her courage disappeared, and she no longer had the courage to look into the eyes of the smiling Tver.
Amycus stood up, but after he took a deep breath, it didn't bring him much momentum.
"The Dark Lord... The Dark Lord is very powerful!" He said in a breathy voice.
After saying these harsh words, which were not harsh at all, the brother and sister stumbled out of the door.
"This is too useless. Fortunately, I ran to Voldemort."
Twil shook his head in amusement, supported Draco's shoulders with his arms, rested his chin on his palms, and looked at the remaining people playfully.
"Any more?" he said with a smile.
They looked at each other in silence, as if they had never experienced a leader urging his subordinates to defect...
No one has ever experienced this!
After waiting for a while, Tver just called the student's name in person, just like he encountered a student who was unwilling to raise his hand to answer a question in class.
"Little Avery, you don't want to inherit your father's business?"
Little Avery shivered when his name was called, and raised his head with a grimace, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
"I...I don't want to leave you..."
"..."
Tver looked at the next person with disgust.
"What about you, Gibbon?"
The man who was called also trembled, his face was bitter, his whole body was stiff, and even his head was shaking with his body.
"Well, in this case, I will tacitly agree that you belong to my camp."
Tver sighed helplessly.
The ones left behind seem to be of no use...
"I say ugly things first. Once I find out that someone is deliberately hurting our allies, such as the Order of the Phoenix, or secretly passing information to our enemies, including the Carlo brothers and sisters and other purebloods who just left, I will be even more cruel. Deal with him the right way, do you understand?"
Feeling the loosening of the atmosphere, the purebloods nodded hurriedly.
"Don't worry, I won't even tell my son!"
"Even if the Dark Lord tortures me in person, I won't tell him a word!"
"I...I won't leak any information even if I talk in my sleep at night!"
Tver looked at these pure-bloods showing their loyalty in disbelief, waved his hand, and repaired the cracked long table.
However, Draco took the opportunity to ask in a low voice with some doubts: "Professor, why did you let those brothers and sisters go? Even if you don't kill them, it would be better to imprison them."
"Draco..." Tver touched his head with one hand and pointed at the lively purebloods with the other, "War and killing are the most helpless means."
"Killing the Carlo brothers and sisters will only make them fearful of death. Why not let go of these time bombs, and maybe we can find Voldemort's location along the way."
"To be honest, I don't think enough people have left..."
