Chapter 550 Punishing Traitors
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Voldemort finally raised his chin in surprise this time.
He knew that Tver led a team to raid the Death Eater headquarters. In other words, as the boss of the Death Eaters, it was strange that he didn't know about such a big thing even though he didn't stay there much.
In fact, although there are not many Death Eaters like McNeil who hide their identities, they are basically in various key positions. Only Voldemort himself knows their true identities and provide him with various important information.
Even, internal intelligence of the Death Eaters!
Therefore, Voldemort not only knew certain trends in the Ministry of Magic, but he even knew that the Greek wizard named Dasko had rescued the Death Eaters and brought them to their new base.
But what surprised him was that Tver did not forget to cheat him!
Thinking of the current situation where he was forced to hide and hide, Voldemort couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists in annoyance.
Fortunately, his roomy black robe blocked his gaffe.
"I know that Dasko is a young dark wizard from Greece. He originally planned to make a career in Greece, but I didn't expect that Foley also went to Greece and destroyed his foundation in Greece..."
Voldemort seemed to be introducing the situation to McNeil, and seemed to be talking to himself about his intelligence and guesses to make it easier for him to think.
Yes, the intelligence on the surface only told Voldemort that Dasco was from Greece, and that when he left Greece, Tver happened to be in Greece as well.
But that doesn't stop Voldemort from connecting these things together and making logical deductions!
"And Dasco came to the UK probably to take revenge on Welfare, which can be used by me..."
"But we can't ignore those Death Eaters. Let Dusco take them to vent their anger. I will deal with him when there is no use anymore..."
"As for traitors, or undercovers..."
Voldemort suddenly became solemn and looked at McNeil sharply.
"Do you know anyone?"
Even hidden under the hood, McNeil was frightened by this look, and even more so by the Dark Lord's question.
"Uh...I...that welfare didn't say anything at all. He just told the Aurors that the undercover agent was among the escaped Death Eaters!"
After hearing this unsurprising answer, Voldemort's face became uncertain and he fell into thinking again.
But McNeil couldn't sit still.
It's not easy for him to go out. He always uses Hogsmeade as an excuse to squeeze out half of the day.
We are in a time of war, and if your whereabouts are too strange, your colleagues at the Ministry of Magic will easily suspect you!
Noticing the restlessness of his men, Voldemort couldn't help but feel gloomy again.
Damn benefits!In the past, how could any of his subordinates dare to be so rude in front of him? !
But thinking about his plan, he felt a little more comfortable.
"Go away, remember, don't come to me if you have nothing to do in the future." Voldemort said indifferently.
It seemed that after sitting for a while, his movements became much stronger, and his steps when he left were more agile than when he came.
McNeil felt his master's displeasure. Although he was frightened for a while, he soon figured it out.
In the past, his status in the Ministry of Magic was nothing compared to the Dark Lord.
But now the situation is different. The Dark Lord's foundation in the Ministry of Magic has either been won over or destroyed, so he is the Dark Lord's most useful pawn!
Otherwise, the Dark Lord would not be so reduced to appearing just by saying hello!
McNeil suddenly became proud, and waved to the boss when he left the Pig's Head Bar, no longer as reserved as when he arrived.
However, he did not leave Hogsmeade immediately. Instead, he took off his hood and wandered around here.
After all, he came to Hogsmeade as an excuse to visit, so he couldn't have appeared here before, right?
As for why you are so arrogant...
He is happy!
As a professional executioner at the Ministry of Magic, McNeil specially ordered several sharp knives this time, and also ordered several sets of monotonous black robes that looked exactly the same.
After spending an afternoon wandering around Hogsmeade, McNeil counted his harvest in detail while walking out of the avenue that was gradually becoming deserted.
But as he walked, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
So quiet!
Relying on his not-so-sharp intuition, he quickly put his right hand on the wand tied around his waist. However, in the next second, a disarming spell accurately hit him, taking the wand that had not been pulled out from his hand. He jumped up high and landed steadily in the palm of a slender white hand.
Auror? !
No, it's a Death Eater!
Magniil was panicked for a while, and after taking a closer look, he realized that the young man holding his wand was standing next to the Carrow brothers and sisters, as well as fellow Death Eaters who fought together in the last war.
This discovery made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"It turns out it was you, I thought it was..."
"What is it? Those Auror buddies of yours, right?"
Amycus Carrow interrupted him indifferently. He did not put down the wand in his hand, but pointed it firmly at MacNeil, their former companion.
"No, what do you mean?!" McNeil felt that something was wrong with their attitude.
"We're just going to ask what you mean, MacNeil!"
This time the sister of the Carlo brothers and sisters, Alecto Carlo, stood up unhappily.
"We can understand that you lied about being under the Imperius Curse and escaped the Ministry of Magic's trial."
Of course the Carlo siblings understand, because these two people were not imprisoned in Azkaban because of similar excuses.
Therefore, it made other Death Eaters a little unhappy.
Amycus felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and quickly tried to make amends for his sister.
"But what now?" He waved to the Death Eaters present, "We are all firmly on the side of the Dark Lord!"
Then he pointed a finger at McNeil, who was already confused on the spot.
"And you, MacNeil, have the audacity to work for our enemies!"
McNeil finally knew what the group was here for.
Punish the traitors!
But the problem is, he is not a traitor!
He knew that Tver led a team to raid the Death Eater headquarters. In other words, as the boss of the Death Eaters, it was strange that he didn't know about such a big thing even though he didn't stay there much.
In fact, although there are not many Death Eaters like McNeil who hide their identities, they are basically in various key positions. Only Voldemort himself knows their true identities and provide him with various important information.
Even, internal intelligence of the Death Eaters!
Therefore, Voldemort not only knew certain trends in the Ministry of Magic, but he even knew that the Greek wizard named Dasko had rescued the Death Eaters and brought them to their new base.
But what surprised him was that Tver did not forget to cheat him!
Thinking of the current situation where he was forced to hide and hide, Voldemort couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists in annoyance.
Fortunately, his roomy black robe blocked his gaffe.
"I know that Dasko is a young dark wizard from Greece. He originally planned to make a career in Greece, but I didn't expect that Foley also went to Greece and destroyed his foundation in Greece..."
Voldemort seemed to be introducing the situation to McNeil, and seemed to be talking to himself about his intelligence and guesses to make it easier for him to think.
Yes, the intelligence on the surface only told Voldemort that Dasco was from Greece, and that when he left Greece, Tver happened to be in Greece as well.
But that doesn't stop Voldemort from connecting these things together and making logical deductions!
"And Dasco came to the UK probably to take revenge on Welfare, which can be used by me..."
"But we can't ignore those Death Eaters. Let Dusco take them to vent their anger. I will deal with him when there is no use anymore..."
"As for traitors, or undercovers..."
Voldemort suddenly became solemn and looked at McNeil sharply.
"Do you know anyone?"
Even hidden under the hood, McNeil was frightened by this look, and even more so by the Dark Lord's question.
"Uh...I...that welfare didn't say anything at all. He just told the Aurors that the undercover agent was among the escaped Death Eaters!"
After hearing this unsurprising answer, Voldemort's face became uncertain and he fell into thinking again.
But McNeil couldn't sit still.
It's not easy for him to go out. He always uses Hogsmeade as an excuse to squeeze out half of the day.
We are in a time of war, and if your whereabouts are too strange, your colleagues at the Ministry of Magic will easily suspect you!
Noticing the restlessness of his men, Voldemort couldn't help but feel gloomy again.
Damn benefits!In the past, how could any of his subordinates dare to be so rude in front of him? !
But thinking about his plan, he felt a little more comfortable.
"Go away, remember, don't come to me if you have nothing to do in the future." Voldemort said indifferently.
It seemed that after sitting for a while, his movements became much stronger, and his steps when he left were more agile than when he came.
McNeil felt his master's displeasure. Although he was frightened for a while, he soon figured it out.
In the past, his status in the Ministry of Magic was nothing compared to the Dark Lord.
But now the situation is different. The Dark Lord's foundation in the Ministry of Magic has either been won over or destroyed, so he is the Dark Lord's most useful pawn!
Otherwise, the Dark Lord would not be so reduced to appearing just by saying hello!
McNeil suddenly became proud, and waved to the boss when he left the Pig's Head Bar, no longer as reserved as when he arrived.
However, he did not leave Hogsmeade immediately. Instead, he took off his hood and wandered around here.
After all, he came to Hogsmeade as an excuse to visit, so he couldn't have appeared here before, right?
As for why you are so arrogant...
He is happy!
As a professional executioner at the Ministry of Magic, McNeil specially ordered several sharp knives this time, and also ordered several sets of monotonous black robes that looked exactly the same.
After spending an afternoon wandering around Hogsmeade, McNeil counted his harvest in detail while walking out of the avenue that was gradually becoming deserted.
But as he walked, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
So quiet!
Relying on his not-so-sharp intuition, he quickly put his right hand on the wand tied around his waist. However, in the next second, a disarming spell accurately hit him, taking the wand that had not been pulled out from his hand. He jumped up high and landed steadily in the palm of a slender white hand.
Auror? !
No, it's a Death Eater!
Magniil was panicked for a while, and after taking a closer look, he realized that the young man holding his wand was standing next to the Carrow brothers and sisters, as well as fellow Death Eaters who fought together in the last war.
This discovery made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"It turns out it was you, I thought it was..."
"What is it? Those Auror buddies of yours, right?"
Amycus Carrow interrupted him indifferently. He did not put down the wand in his hand, but pointed it firmly at MacNeil, their former companion.
"No, what do you mean?!" McNeil felt that something was wrong with their attitude.
"We're just going to ask what you mean, MacNeil!"
This time the sister of the Carlo brothers and sisters, Alecto Carlo, stood up unhappily.
"We can understand that you lied about being under the Imperius Curse and escaped the Ministry of Magic's trial."
Of course the Carlo siblings understand, because these two people were not imprisoned in Azkaban because of similar excuses.
Therefore, it made other Death Eaters a little unhappy.
Amycus felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and quickly tried to make amends for his sister.
"But what now?" He waved to the Death Eaters present, "We are all firmly on the side of the Dark Lord!"
Then he pointed a finger at McNeil, who was already confused on the spot.
"And you, MacNeil, have the audacity to work for our enemies!"
McNeil finally knew what the group was here for.
Punish the traitors!
But the problem is, he is not a traitor!
