Chapter 93 The Dark Lord is re-employed
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
"Crench."
While they were chatting, a handsome (?) blond man opened the door and walked in, followed by his son.
"I didn't expect Mr. Bojin's business to be so good today."
Lucius Malfoy looked at the two of Te Vere lightly, but when he saw Malvolio, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Tver is not worried. According to Malvolio, Lucius has been with him since 1972.
At that time, his appearance was very different from when he was young, and his hair was gone.
So Lucius was just curious about Malvolio's temperament and withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the back, he almost shouted out the word "mylord", and he rejoiced in his heart.
Turville has no interest in staying here anymore. It doesn't matter if Malfoy doesn't recognize him, he is just afraid that Malvolio will say something inappropriate.
"Then I won't disturb you. I'll come over again at the end of the month."
After bidding farewell to Bock with a smile, he pulled Malvolio, who in turn looked directly at Lucius, and the two of them left the store.
"I really don't understand why you always like to be so polite to these ants?" Malvolio asked angrily as soon as he left the house, "You actually apologize to people like Bock."
"I have a message for you," Tver said lightly, "treat your friends as warmly as spring, and treat your enemies as coldly and ruthlessly as the harsh winter."
"Even if it's just pretending."
Malvolio was startled and looked thoughtful.
"Then am I a friend or an enemy?"
"Let's call them friends," Tver said as he walked casually in Knockturn Alley, "it depends on what you do in the future."
Black wizards always work harder than pure white wizards. It is still morning, and the relatively narrow alley is already crowded with wizards who get up early or stay up all night.
It's just that Tver, who is dressed in bright clothes, stands out among them. Even Malvolio looks more like a wizard living here than him.
"As a friend, I have to remind you that we are being targeted." Malvolio glared at an old witch and glared at each other.
"They appeared a week ago," Tver said, still strolling leisurely, turning to the old witch and smiling, "Do you think so, madam?"
The old witch's stiff eyes twitched, she lowered her head silently, and stopped following them.
"How come I don't know?" Malvolio glanced around with a sneer and asked without any concealment.
"Do you really think that meowing was an accident? Or have you seen stray cats that can live in Knockturn Alley?"
Malvolio suddenly realized, "It seems that it was the magic I used when I was adapting to my body that attracted them."
The two wandered around for a while, and the place they were in gradually became empty, with no shops or pedestrians in sight.
Except for those three sneaky figures.
The group showed no signs of leaving. On the contrary, realizing that their purpose was exposed, they became more and more undisguised.
"It seems your kindness has no effect." Malvolio teased.
"Then please be more cool."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tver's figure disappeared instantly.
At this moment when Malvolio was stunned, three figures wearing shabby hoods suddenly apparated, appeared around him, and surrounded him.
They pointed their wands at Malvolio.
"Hand over all your belongings. Of course, you can also let us search your body." The hooded man standing in front of him said sternly.
Malvolio finally came to his senses and looked angrily at the roof of a nearby house.
"You bastard, you actually left these little minions to me?!"
The three dark wizards looked blankly in that direction. There was no one there, and then they realized that the minions were talking about them.
They shouted in rage: "Avada Kedavra!"*3
A dazzling green light flashed, and they took a closer look. There was no shadow of Malvolio anywhere.
Just when they were wondering, three big pythons suddenly turned over from the ground and swallowed them up in one bite.
After a burst of crackling sounds and screams, the python turned into the floor again, and three corpses with blood oozing from their bodies slowly emerged.
After squeezing, nearly all the bones of these three people were broken and twisted into shapes.
Tver and Malvolio reappeared standing nearby, Tver looked at this scene with disgust.
"You are too disgusting."
"It's like this without a wand," Malvolio waved his hand nonchalantly, "In order to quickly deal with them without causing too much noise, this move is the most convenient."
"what?"
Tver looked at one of the corpses, which was also the most complete one.
"This man's bones are much harder than ordinary people. Is he a mixed race?"
Some magical creatures can reproduce with humans, and the offspring can have two biological characteristics. Hagrid is a typical example.
"No." Malvolio knew what was going on after just one glance.
"This is a werewolf. Without transformation, apart from their hair, the hardness of their bones is the most obvious feature that distinguishes them."
Tver nodded understandingly.
Compared with veteran wizards such as Dumbledore and Voldemort, the biggest difference is his miscellaneous experience.
Even if he was given time, he would still be able to identify that this was a werewolf, but never as quickly as Malvolio.
Waved the wand and cleaned up the corpses.
In Knockturn Alley, it is normal for several dark wizards to disappear for no apparent reason.
Seeing Tver's thoughtful expression, Malvolio asked in confusion: "What? Do you want to save these werewolves?"
Tver shook his head, "I just thought about what kind of task I should give you."
"So you only thought of the role of resurrecting me now?" Malvolio complained.
"I originally wanted you to find Voldemort, but now, your task is to deal with these dark wizards."
"Ha," Malvolio laughed angrily, "You might as well let me be an Auror."
Tver looked at him in surprise, "I really want you to be an Auror."
Feeling the sincerity in his eyes, Malvolio felt that Tver was a madman at this moment, a madman even crazier than him.
The Dark Lord was allowed to be an Auror, so why not let Dumbledore become the Dark Lord? !
Is this a plan that a normal person could come up with? !
"Are you crazy? Even I can't forge a set of school results and an identity that can pass inspection."
Tver explained to him with a smile.
"Actually, you only need to control an Auror and then become like him. Then you can naturally appear in the Law Enforcement Department openly and become a glorious Auror."
After some answers, Malvolio realized this possibility, and his restless heart gradually became excited.
"Are you sure Aurors are so easy to deceive now? That Moody impressed me deeply back then."
"Moody has retired, and the Ministry of Magic is now filled with young Aurors."
"Furthermore, Cynthia will mobilize an Auror in the name of the Cooperation Department. When the time comes, you two will cooperate with each other and you will naturally be able to control the unlucky guy."
"Then you two can still support each other in the Ministry of Magic. With your handling of dark wizards, you will definitely get much more credit than others!"
Turville clapped Malvolio's arm excitedly.
What could be more satisfying to him than planning a Dark Lord to become an Auror?
"But I can't take Polyjuice Potion."
"So, during this month, I will teach you the art of human transformation!"
While they were chatting, a handsome (?) blond man opened the door and walked in, followed by his son.
"I didn't expect Mr. Bojin's business to be so good today."
Lucius Malfoy looked at the two of Te Vere lightly, but when he saw Malvolio, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Tver is not worried. According to Malvolio, Lucius has been with him since 1972.
At that time, his appearance was very different from when he was young, and his hair was gone.
So Lucius was just curious about Malvolio's temperament and withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the back, he almost shouted out the word "mylord", and he rejoiced in his heart.
Turville has no interest in staying here anymore. It doesn't matter if Malfoy doesn't recognize him, he is just afraid that Malvolio will say something inappropriate.
"Then I won't disturb you. I'll come over again at the end of the month."
After bidding farewell to Bock with a smile, he pulled Malvolio, who in turn looked directly at Lucius, and the two of them left the store.
"I really don't understand why you always like to be so polite to these ants?" Malvolio asked angrily as soon as he left the house, "You actually apologize to people like Bock."
"I have a message for you," Tver said lightly, "treat your friends as warmly as spring, and treat your enemies as coldly and ruthlessly as the harsh winter."
"Even if it's just pretending."
Malvolio was startled and looked thoughtful.
"Then am I a friend or an enemy?"
"Let's call them friends," Tver said as he walked casually in Knockturn Alley, "it depends on what you do in the future."
Black wizards always work harder than pure white wizards. It is still morning, and the relatively narrow alley is already crowded with wizards who get up early or stay up all night.
It's just that Tver, who is dressed in bright clothes, stands out among them. Even Malvolio looks more like a wizard living here than him.
"As a friend, I have to remind you that we are being targeted." Malvolio glared at an old witch and glared at each other.
"They appeared a week ago," Tver said, still strolling leisurely, turning to the old witch and smiling, "Do you think so, madam?"
The old witch's stiff eyes twitched, she lowered her head silently, and stopped following them.
"How come I don't know?" Malvolio glanced around with a sneer and asked without any concealment.
"Do you really think that meowing was an accident? Or have you seen stray cats that can live in Knockturn Alley?"
Malvolio suddenly realized, "It seems that it was the magic I used when I was adapting to my body that attracted them."
The two wandered around for a while, and the place they were in gradually became empty, with no shops or pedestrians in sight.
Except for those three sneaky figures.
The group showed no signs of leaving. On the contrary, realizing that their purpose was exposed, they became more and more undisguised.
"It seems your kindness has no effect." Malvolio teased.
"Then please be more cool."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tver's figure disappeared instantly.
At this moment when Malvolio was stunned, three figures wearing shabby hoods suddenly apparated, appeared around him, and surrounded him.
They pointed their wands at Malvolio.
"Hand over all your belongings. Of course, you can also let us search your body." The hooded man standing in front of him said sternly.
Malvolio finally came to his senses and looked angrily at the roof of a nearby house.
"You bastard, you actually left these little minions to me?!"
The three dark wizards looked blankly in that direction. There was no one there, and then they realized that the minions were talking about them.
They shouted in rage: "Avada Kedavra!"*3
A dazzling green light flashed, and they took a closer look. There was no shadow of Malvolio anywhere.
Just when they were wondering, three big pythons suddenly turned over from the ground and swallowed them up in one bite.
After a burst of crackling sounds and screams, the python turned into the floor again, and three corpses with blood oozing from their bodies slowly emerged.
After squeezing, nearly all the bones of these three people were broken and twisted into shapes.
Tver and Malvolio reappeared standing nearby, Tver looked at this scene with disgust.
"You are too disgusting."
"It's like this without a wand," Malvolio waved his hand nonchalantly, "In order to quickly deal with them without causing too much noise, this move is the most convenient."
"what?"
Tver looked at one of the corpses, which was also the most complete one.
"This man's bones are much harder than ordinary people. Is he a mixed race?"
Some magical creatures can reproduce with humans, and the offspring can have two biological characteristics. Hagrid is a typical example.
"No." Malvolio knew what was going on after just one glance.
"This is a werewolf. Without transformation, apart from their hair, the hardness of their bones is the most obvious feature that distinguishes them."
Tver nodded understandingly.
Compared with veteran wizards such as Dumbledore and Voldemort, the biggest difference is his miscellaneous experience.
Even if he was given time, he would still be able to identify that this was a werewolf, but never as quickly as Malvolio.
Waved the wand and cleaned up the corpses.
In Knockturn Alley, it is normal for several dark wizards to disappear for no apparent reason.
Seeing Tver's thoughtful expression, Malvolio asked in confusion: "What? Do you want to save these werewolves?"
Tver shook his head, "I just thought about what kind of task I should give you."
"So you only thought of the role of resurrecting me now?" Malvolio complained.
"I originally wanted you to find Voldemort, but now, your task is to deal with these dark wizards."
"Ha," Malvolio laughed angrily, "You might as well let me be an Auror."
Tver looked at him in surprise, "I really want you to be an Auror."
Feeling the sincerity in his eyes, Malvolio felt that Tver was a madman at this moment, a madman even crazier than him.
The Dark Lord was allowed to be an Auror, so why not let Dumbledore become the Dark Lord? !
Is this a plan that a normal person could come up with? !
"Are you crazy? Even I can't forge a set of school results and an identity that can pass inspection."
Tver explained to him with a smile.
"Actually, you only need to control an Auror and then become like him. Then you can naturally appear in the Law Enforcement Department openly and become a glorious Auror."
After some answers, Malvolio realized this possibility, and his restless heart gradually became excited.
"Are you sure Aurors are so easy to deceive now? That Moody impressed me deeply back then."
"Moody has retired, and the Ministry of Magic is now filled with young Aurors."
"Furthermore, Cynthia will mobilize an Auror in the name of the Cooperation Department. When the time comes, you two will cooperate with each other and you will naturally be able to control the unlucky guy."
"Then you two can still support each other in the Ministry of Magic. With your handling of dark wizards, you will definitely get much more credit than others!"
Turville clapped Malvolio's arm excitedly.
What could be more satisfying to him than planning a Dark Lord to become an Auror?
"But I can't take Polyjuice Potion."
"So, during this month, I will teach you the art of human transformation!"
