Chapter 549 Traitor
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
"So, after a few words, those Death Eaters obediently started building Azkaban?"
Tver looked at the proud Malvolio opposite with a strange expression.
"Please, I used to say things like boosting morale, okay? But later on, when I became too strong and thought I could drive my subordinates with just threats, I naturally became lazy."
"Besides," Malvolio knocked on the table angrily, "if you hadn't scared them that day, would I have done this?!"
Not to mention a Death Eater, he was frightened by Tver's blow. If he hadn't noticed that the flames were not specifically aimed at him, he would have thought that Tver was possessed by Voldemort!
However, Malvolio's anger was no threat to Tver, and he was even satisfied with the effect of that move.
"When a person is in danger, his/her heartbeat will accelerate. If someone steps forward to help him/her at this time, it is easy to regard this accelerated heartbeat as love attachment. This is called the suspension bridge effect."
He crossed his legs and raised a finger towards Malvolio, with a proud look that even a blind man could see.
"In other words, I'm helping make those Death Eaters fall in love with you!"
"Thank you so much!" Malvolio rolled his eyes angrily.
But this does explain why those Death Eaters developed a sense of trust in him in such a short period of time.
In their eyes, he risked his life to save them!
"However, those Death Eaters just cheered up and prepared to use it as a secret base." Malvolio stretched forward and approached Tver and said.
"If I want to truly convince them and transfer their fear of Voldemort to me, it is best for them to successfully counterattack the Ministry of Magic under my wise leadership!"
"Then don't think about it. I won't let the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic get hurt in order to control these Death Eaters." Tweel simply refused.
The number of Aurors was not large to begin with, and he was still counting on these Aurors to help him maintain the operation of the Joint Operations Office. How could he let them be damaged so easily.
Of course Malvolio knew this, his purpose was not to be an Auror at all!
"They don't have to be Aurors," he chuckled, "Like the Carlo brothers and sisters, let them rob a prison and destroy one or two valuable targets, such as a police station, etc., then they will naturally be satisfied! "
Now that this group of Death Eaters had broken away from the shackles of headquarters and Voldemort, they were in a restless mood to cause trouble, but they were frightened by Tver and the hunting plan and did not dare to act rashly.
Typically, they want to bully the weak and are afraid of the strong, but they don't know where the weak point is, and they are afraid of being targeted by the strong!
Therefore, as long as Malvolio leads them to fight back, even if the target is as small as playing house, the image of "Dasko" can to some extent surpass Voldemort who threw them in the house. Got it!
"Oh?" Tver raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, "If that's the case, then there are really some targets for them to take action..."
……
There are traitors!
Walton McNeil walked hurriedly along the avenue of Hogsmeade. Dressed in black robes, he was incompatible with the lively and amusing crowd around him.
But in his panic, he didn't notice this at all.
As a loyal subordinate of the Dark Lord, he is one of the few Death Eaters lurking undercover in the British Ministry of Magic!
Although the hunting plan is in full swing, the situation of the Death Eaters seems to be looking dire...
Well, it’s actually worse than it looks…
But it doesn't matter, the Dark Lord is not as defenseless as some idiots said!
As far as he knew, taking advantage of the shortage of manpower caused by the hunting plan, the Dark Lord arranged for no less than seven Death Eaters to participate in the Ministry of Magic's recruitment!
And because of his outstanding qualifications in lurking in the Ministry of Magic, he was honored to become the undercover leader of the Dark Lord in the Ministry of Magic!
It was precisely because of his continuous intelligence that the Dark Lord was able to——
can't do anything...
Thinking of this embarrassing fact, McNeil's face hidden under the hood couldn't help but turn red.
But no matter what, this time he has important information!
After regaining his mood, he took a look at his surroundings. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he ducked into a dirty bar.
Pig's Head Bar!
Whether it was because it was daytime or simply because no one wanted to come, there were not many customers in the bar, so McNeil, who behaved strangely, stood out in the eyes of the bar owner Aberforth.
"This dark wizard, if you are not here to murder someone or blow up my bar, then sit down quickly!" Aberforth said angrily.
There were a lot of people wearing hoods in the Hog's Head Bar, but their movements were so sneaky that even a carefree Hagrid could tell that McNeil had something up his sleeve!
McNeil lowered his head in embarrassment and found an empty table in the corner to sit, not daring to make any further moves.
But fortunately, it didn't take long before another hooded voice saved him from the embarrassment.
However, this man was thin and taller than McNeil, and his behavior was even more leisurely, as if he was not here for a secret meeting, but a high-ranking emperor patrolling his territory.
Although he didn't see his face, McNeil immediately cheered up when he saw this figure. Before he could speak, the man's cold eyes and steps went straight towards him, swallowing up his intended greeting.
"Owner."
"Tell me, what happened? You actually want to meet and talk to me in person."
Voldemort gently pulled up his chair and sat down, without any extra movement, as meticulously as if he was completing some sacred mission.
Voldemort's movements were gentle and slow, but there was an unusually harmonious firmness to them. McNeil was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react until Voldemort raised his head again.
"Master, there is a traitor!" He said in a panic.
"There have always been traitors among us," Voldemort responded nonchalantly.
"No," McNeil said a little anxiously, "Master, the headquarters was attacked by Aurors before, and it was actually premeditated!"
"They deliberately let some of our companions escape from prison, passed the news of the attack to us, and then took the opportunity to let undercover agents from the Ministry of Magic lurk among us!"
"I suspect……"
McNeil glanced around cautiously and lowered his voice a lot.
"That Dusco and those Death Eaters who escaped back are definitely undercover agents from the Ministry of Magic!"
Tver looked at the proud Malvolio opposite with a strange expression.
"Please, I used to say things like boosting morale, okay? But later on, when I became too strong and thought I could drive my subordinates with just threats, I naturally became lazy."
"Besides," Malvolio knocked on the table angrily, "if you hadn't scared them that day, would I have done this?!"
Not to mention a Death Eater, he was frightened by Tver's blow. If he hadn't noticed that the flames were not specifically aimed at him, he would have thought that Tver was possessed by Voldemort!
However, Malvolio's anger was no threat to Tver, and he was even satisfied with the effect of that move.
"When a person is in danger, his/her heartbeat will accelerate. If someone steps forward to help him/her at this time, it is easy to regard this accelerated heartbeat as love attachment. This is called the suspension bridge effect."
He crossed his legs and raised a finger towards Malvolio, with a proud look that even a blind man could see.
"In other words, I'm helping make those Death Eaters fall in love with you!"
"Thank you so much!" Malvolio rolled his eyes angrily.
But this does explain why those Death Eaters developed a sense of trust in him in such a short period of time.
In their eyes, he risked his life to save them!
"However, those Death Eaters just cheered up and prepared to use it as a secret base." Malvolio stretched forward and approached Tver and said.
"If I want to truly convince them and transfer their fear of Voldemort to me, it is best for them to successfully counterattack the Ministry of Magic under my wise leadership!"
"Then don't think about it. I won't let the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic get hurt in order to control these Death Eaters." Tweel simply refused.
The number of Aurors was not large to begin with, and he was still counting on these Aurors to help him maintain the operation of the Joint Operations Office. How could he let them be damaged so easily.
Of course Malvolio knew this, his purpose was not to be an Auror at all!
"They don't have to be Aurors," he chuckled, "Like the Carlo brothers and sisters, let them rob a prison and destroy one or two valuable targets, such as a police station, etc., then they will naturally be satisfied! "
Now that this group of Death Eaters had broken away from the shackles of headquarters and Voldemort, they were in a restless mood to cause trouble, but they were frightened by Tver and the hunting plan and did not dare to act rashly.
Typically, they want to bully the weak and are afraid of the strong, but they don't know where the weak point is, and they are afraid of being targeted by the strong!
Therefore, as long as Malvolio leads them to fight back, even if the target is as small as playing house, the image of "Dasko" can to some extent surpass Voldemort who threw them in the house. Got it!
"Oh?" Tver raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, "If that's the case, then there are really some targets for them to take action..."
……
There are traitors!
Walton McNeil walked hurriedly along the avenue of Hogsmeade. Dressed in black robes, he was incompatible with the lively and amusing crowd around him.
But in his panic, he didn't notice this at all.
As a loyal subordinate of the Dark Lord, he is one of the few Death Eaters lurking undercover in the British Ministry of Magic!
Although the hunting plan is in full swing, the situation of the Death Eaters seems to be looking dire...
Well, it’s actually worse than it looks…
But it doesn't matter, the Dark Lord is not as defenseless as some idiots said!
As far as he knew, taking advantage of the shortage of manpower caused by the hunting plan, the Dark Lord arranged for no less than seven Death Eaters to participate in the Ministry of Magic's recruitment!
And because of his outstanding qualifications in lurking in the Ministry of Magic, he was honored to become the undercover leader of the Dark Lord in the Ministry of Magic!
It was precisely because of his continuous intelligence that the Dark Lord was able to——
can't do anything...
Thinking of this embarrassing fact, McNeil's face hidden under the hood couldn't help but turn red.
But no matter what, this time he has important information!
After regaining his mood, he took a look at his surroundings. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he ducked into a dirty bar.
Pig's Head Bar!
Whether it was because it was daytime or simply because no one wanted to come, there were not many customers in the bar, so McNeil, who behaved strangely, stood out in the eyes of the bar owner Aberforth.
"This dark wizard, if you are not here to murder someone or blow up my bar, then sit down quickly!" Aberforth said angrily.
There were a lot of people wearing hoods in the Hog's Head Bar, but their movements were so sneaky that even a carefree Hagrid could tell that McNeil had something up his sleeve!
McNeil lowered his head in embarrassment and found an empty table in the corner to sit, not daring to make any further moves.
But fortunately, it didn't take long before another hooded voice saved him from the embarrassment.
However, this man was thin and taller than McNeil, and his behavior was even more leisurely, as if he was not here for a secret meeting, but a high-ranking emperor patrolling his territory.
Although he didn't see his face, McNeil immediately cheered up when he saw this figure. Before he could speak, the man's cold eyes and steps went straight towards him, swallowing up his intended greeting.
"Owner."
"Tell me, what happened? You actually want to meet and talk to me in person."
Voldemort gently pulled up his chair and sat down, without any extra movement, as meticulously as if he was completing some sacred mission.
Voldemort's movements were gentle and slow, but there was an unusually harmonious firmness to them. McNeil was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react until Voldemort raised his head again.
"Master, there is a traitor!" He said in a panic.
"There have always been traitors among us," Voldemort responded nonchalantly.
"No," McNeil said a little anxiously, "Master, the headquarters was attacked by Aurors before, and it was actually premeditated!"
"They deliberately let some of our companions escape from prison, passed the news of the attack to us, and then took the opportunity to let undercover agents from the Ministry of Magic lurk among us!"
"I suspect……"
McNeil glanced around cautiously and lowered his voice a lot.
"That Dusco and those Death Eaters who escaped back are definitely undercover agents from the Ministry of Magic!"
