Chapter 531 Meeting in Azkaban
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The flickering flames have been raging in the cave for quite some time.
In the ancient, dark castle in the North Sea, some depressed people were sitting on a long, simple chair, lowering their heads and communicating with each other with their eyes.
On the main seat, where the initiator of this meeting was, a man sat lazily with his face propped up. He was completely indifferent to the tongues of fire raging in the cave in the distance. The dim and dancing candlelight covered him without a single hair. Si's head shone slightly.
Without having to think too hard, the handsome guys and beauties in front of the screen should have guessed that this was the bald and stronger Mr. Voldemort.
"Tell me, Lucius, is that idiot who was helped up by my dear teacher after my 'death' still going against my teacher?"
"Yes, according to the information I received, he is trying to use his power to interfere with the teaching operations in Hogwarts Castle." Lucius, who was pale and had silver hair, lowered his head slightly.
"I gave him a little help, which I thought should delay Dumbledore for a while."
"Oh, no, don't underestimate my dear teacher."
Voldemort stood up from the chair, and a huge python swam out from under the table. It raised its head slightly in front of him. Voldemort's slender, flesh-colored hand gently touched it. He turned his head and looked out the window in the distance. swirling waves,
"This is just a small inconvenience that won't bother my respected teacher for too long."
The candlelight illuminated his face and made it difficult to see his expression clearly, but Lucius lowered his head deeply as if he felt fear.
"I'm sorry for this, Master. I'll go back and find a way to cause more trouble."
"No need, Lucius, my friend." Voldemort's bony hands gently slid on the python's head, and the rough scales rubbed against his fingers, making an unpleasant hissing sound.
"I'm not blaming you. Compared with some hypocritical guys who show respect, I have seen your loyalty. What I want to know more is another thing. What's the progress of what I asked you to do?"
"Thank you for your magnanimity." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from his seat, bent slightly and gave a standard aristocratic thank-you ceremony, and then raised his head, eyes falling with a hint of nervousness. On Voldemort's face, half hidden in darkness.
"I still need a little time for that matter, but I already have a clue. I have found the person's nearest location, and I'm just waiting for the investigators to report back the information."
"Faster." Voldemort's voice was calm, but anyone could hear a trace of dissatisfaction underneath the voice, but that dissatisfaction disappeared after he imagined what would happen next.
"I can't wait." Voldemort raised his hand and bent it as if he was grasping something. His head was back and his chin was raised. His scarlet eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was feeling the feeling of holding something in his hand. , but there was nothing in his hands.
Lucius didn't dare to look anymore and lowered his eyes.
The room fell into an eerie silence, except for the hissing sound of the big snake lazily swallowing the snake's message.
The only candle used for lighting on the table dimmed for a moment, because the wax oil melted and blocked part of the flame. Voldemort returned to reality from his fantasy state.
"Where are the others?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded again.
"No one has forgotten you, Master. After hearing about your return, they can't wait to come and see you. Forgive me for being self-assertive. Master, I think these people are not qualified to stand in front of you. They are only qualified to crawl on your knees." Feet."
A woman with messy hair and thin cheeks but a charming charm looked at the man not far away who was deeply fascinated by her, and said in a sticky tone. Beside her, another man lowered his head, his expression changed. Change, just a hint of shame flashed in his eyes.
"Oh, Bella." Voldemort spoke softly, his tone slightly softer towards this woman, "We shouldn't be so distant from friends who want to return to the right position."
"But you are right. Not everyone is qualified to come to see me. It's up to you, Bella, to selectively select some outstanding blood and let them come to see me. In the past ten years or so, we have lost We have a lot of partners, and we need to add new members.”
"You are always right, Master. Bella is just a woman, and her perspective on problems will never be as profound and far-sighted as yours." The woman's voice was full of admiration and excitement,
"Leave it to me. I will choose those who are helpful to us, and you will give them supreme glory."
"Very good." There were fluctuations in Voldemort's voice, and there was a hint of joy. He waved his hand casually, "Then, let's stop here."
A group of people stood up with cheers, bowed respectfully to Voldemort who was facing them, and then left the room in an orderly manner one by one.
Lucius was the last one. He was originally sitting in the first position beside the main seat.
And just when he, like the people in front of him, bent down to leave, Voldemort spoke again, his voice a little lazy.
"Wait a minute, Lucius, I haven't announced your reward yet."
Lucius stiffened, but soon spoke out,
"These are what I should do, Master. Everything I do is not for your reward."
"No, no, no, my dear friend." Voldemort turned around, raised his feet and walked slowly to Lucius. He reached out and grabbed Lucius's drooping arm, and smoothed up the wizard's robe on his arm. The silk slid between , a skull-shaped mark with a snake in the mouth is slowly revealed.
Voldemort stared at it for a long time, and when Lucius' figure began to tremble slightly undetectably, he put down Lucius's arm.
"I heard that you have a son."
Lucius's body stiffened suddenly, and sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, but faced with Voldemort's question, he had to answer.
"Yes, like you, he is a Slytherin."
"What's his name?" Voldemort asked softly, "Look up, Lucius, you don't have to be afraid, I won't do anything to him, you know me, I will never be gracious to those who have merit. My reward."
Lucius slowly raised his head, met those calm scarlet snake eyes, and then quickly lowered his head.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"Draco...Dragon? Not a bad name." Voldemort chuckled. This was the first time he laughed today, but it made the alarm bells ring in Lucius's mind.
It turned out that his prediction was correct.
"If I remember correctly, he will be 17 soon, right?"
"Yes...yes." Lucius swallowed hard.
"That's great. I have dreamed of going back to the age of 17 countless times. That period of time makes me nostalgic every time I think about it." Voldemort said with emotion,
"Bring him to see me before the start of Hogwarts this year. As a reward for you, I will give him a gift that is unique to me on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony."
Lucius's body trembled violently, and his heart was agitated, but in the end he bowed his head deeply.
"Yes, Master."
ps: Later, there will be another update
In the ancient, dark castle in the North Sea, some depressed people were sitting on a long, simple chair, lowering their heads and communicating with each other with their eyes.
On the main seat, where the initiator of this meeting was, a man sat lazily with his face propped up. He was completely indifferent to the tongues of fire raging in the cave in the distance. The dim and dancing candlelight covered him without a single hair. Si's head shone slightly.
Without having to think too hard, the handsome guys and beauties in front of the screen should have guessed that this was the bald and stronger Mr. Voldemort.
"Tell me, Lucius, is that idiot who was helped up by my dear teacher after my 'death' still going against my teacher?"
"Yes, according to the information I received, he is trying to use his power to interfere with the teaching operations in Hogwarts Castle." Lucius, who was pale and had silver hair, lowered his head slightly.
"I gave him a little help, which I thought should delay Dumbledore for a while."
"Oh, no, don't underestimate my dear teacher."
Voldemort stood up from the chair, and a huge python swam out from under the table. It raised its head slightly in front of him. Voldemort's slender, flesh-colored hand gently touched it. He turned his head and looked out the window in the distance. swirling waves,
"This is just a small inconvenience that won't bother my respected teacher for too long."
The candlelight illuminated his face and made it difficult to see his expression clearly, but Lucius lowered his head deeply as if he felt fear.
"I'm sorry for this, Master. I'll go back and find a way to cause more trouble."
"No need, Lucius, my friend." Voldemort's bony hands gently slid on the python's head, and the rough scales rubbed against his fingers, making an unpleasant hissing sound.
"I'm not blaming you. Compared with some hypocritical guys who show respect, I have seen your loyalty. What I want to know more is another thing. What's the progress of what I asked you to do?"
"Thank you for your magnanimity." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from his seat, bent slightly and gave a standard aristocratic thank-you ceremony, and then raised his head, eyes falling with a hint of nervousness. On Voldemort's face, half hidden in darkness.
"I still need a little time for that matter, but I already have a clue. I have found the person's nearest location, and I'm just waiting for the investigators to report back the information."
"Faster." Voldemort's voice was calm, but anyone could hear a trace of dissatisfaction underneath the voice, but that dissatisfaction disappeared after he imagined what would happen next.
"I can't wait." Voldemort raised his hand and bent it as if he was grasping something. His head was back and his chin was raised. His scarlet eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was feeling the feeling of holding something in his hand. , but there was nothing in his hands.
Lucius didn't dare to look anymore and lowered his eyes.
The room fell into an eerie silence, except for the hissing sound of the big snake lazily swallowing the snake's message.
The only candle used for lighting on the table dimmed for a moment, because the wax oil melted and blocked part of the flame. Voldemort returned to reality from his fantasy state.
"Where are the others?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded again.
"No one has forgotten you, Master. After hearing about your return, they can't wait to come and see you. Forgive me for being self-assertive. Master, I think these people are not qualified to stand in front of you. They are only qualified to crawl on your knees." Feet."
A woman with messy hair and thin cheeks but a charming charm looked at the man not far away who was deeply fascinated by her, and said in a sticky tone. Beside her, another man lowered his head, his expression changed. Change, just a hint of shame flashed in his eyes.
"Oh, Bella." Voldemort spoke softly, his tone slightly softer towards this woman, "We shouldn't be so distant from friends who want to return to the right position."
"But you are right. Not everyone is qualified to come to see me. It's up to you, Bella, to selectively select some outstanding blood and let them come to see me. In the past ten years or so, we have lost We have a lot of partners, and we need to add new members.”
"You are always right, Master. Bella is just a woman, and her perspective on problems will never be as profound and far-sighted as yours." The woman's voice was full of admiration and excitement,
"Leave it to me. I will choose those who are helpful to us, and you will give them supreme glory."
"Very good." There were fluctuations in Voldemort's voice, and there was a hint of joy. He waved his hand casually, "Then, let's stop here."
A group of people stood up with cheers, bowed respectfully to Voldemort who was facing them, and then left the room in an orderly manner one by one.
Lucius was the last one. He was originally sitting in the first position beside the main seat.
And just when he, like the people in front of him, bent down to leave, Voldemort spoke again, his voice a little lazy.
"Wait a minute, Lucius, I haven't announced your reward yet."
Lucius stiffened, but soon spoke out,
"These are what I should do, Master. Everything I do is not for your reward."
"No, no, no, my dear friend." Voldemort turned around, raised his feet and walked slowly to Lucius. He reached out and grabbed Lucius's drooping arm, and smoothed up the wizard's robe on his arm. The silk slid between , a skull-shaped mark with a snake in the mouth is slowly revealed.
Voldemort stared at it for a long time, and when Lucius' figure began to tremble slightly undetectably, he put down Lucius's arm.
"I heard that you have a son."
Lucius's body stiffened suddenly, and sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, but faced with Voldemort's question, he had to answer.
"Yes, like you, he is a Slytherin."
"What's his name?" Voldemort asked softly, "Look up, Lucius, you don't have to be afraid, I won't do anything to him, you know me, I will never be gracious to those who have merit. My reward."
Lucius slowly raised his head, met those calm scarlet snake eyes, and then quickly lowered his head.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"Draco...Dragon? Not a bad name." Voldemort chuckled. This was the first time he laughed today, but it made the alarm bells ring in Lucius's mind.
It turned out that his prediction was correct.
"If I remember correctly, he will be 17 soon, right?"
"Yes...yes." Lucius swallowed hard.
"That's great. I have dreamed of going back to the age of 17 countless times. That period of time makes me nostalgic every time I think about it." Voldemort said with emotion,
"Bring him to see me before the start of Hogwarts this year. As a reward for you, I will give him a gift that is unique to me on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony."
Lucius's body trembled violently, and his heart was agitated, but in the end he bowed his head deeply.
"Yes, Master."
ps: Later, there will be another update
