Chapter 875: The Death Eaters' Plan, Hessidian Islands

"Lucius?"

The Death Eaters waiting outside looked at Lucius Malfoy who was walking back and frowned and asked, "Why did you come out so soon? Could it be that you can't bear to part with your Galleons and want to disobey the Dark Lord's orders?"

"Of course not." Lucius Malfoy said calmly: "It is an honor for these Galleons to be able to help the Dark Lord, and it is also an honor for my Malfoy family."

"If that's the case, then why are you back?"

"Gringotts is crowded. I need to wait a while for a goblin to take me to the underground vault." Lucius Malfoy said, "I don't want to just wait. I want to go to Knockturn Alley to buy something first."

"Are there a lot of people in Gringotts?" The Death Eater was skeptical and walked forward, wanting to see for himself.

Lucius Malfoy did not stop him, but walked down the stairs quickly, "Then I'll go to Knockturn Alley first, we'll meet up here later."

After saying that, he walked towards the fork in the road not far away without looking back.

The Death Eater frowned, looked at the nearby Gringotts, then looked at Lucius who was getting farther and farther away, and without hesitation, he turned around and followed him.

He was not confident in letting Lucius act alone.

"Why, you don't trust me?" Lucius asked calmly as he looked at his companion who was catching up with him quickly.

"If you are truly devoted to the Dark Lord, you should take the initiative to hand over the vault." The Death Eater taunted.

"The Dark Lord would not care about such things." Lucius said, "Who are you giving it to? To you?"

"I don't mind." The Death Eater said sinisterly, not hiding his thoughts at all.

Lucius said nothing more, but just quickened his pace.

The two of them turned into Knockturn Alley from the fork in the road. The already quiet street became even more deserted. The doors of the shops on both sides were open, but there was no one inside. It was pitch black, like a wild beast waiting for its prey to come to it.

Lucius skillfully turned into another, narrower alley.

The Death Eater followed, still chattering, "You are really lucky. If Lestrange hadn't been killed, you would have been dead now."

"I should be the one saying this." Lucius sneered, "If Bellatrix hadn't died, a loser like you wouldn't even have the chance to talk to me."

"What did you say?"

The Death Eater got angry and grabbed Lucius' robes.

The adult had told him personally that when Lucius Malfoy was no longer valuable, the vacant position would be his.

How dare you, a loser on the verge of being abandoned, talk to him like that? Don't you want to live?

"Why, did I say something wrong?" Lucius turned his head and said with a smile, "You can't even tell whether a person is disguised by a Transfiguration Spell or not. Aren't you a waste?"

"Transfiguration...you..." The Death Eater's pupils shrank suddenly and he was about to take out his wand.

But it’s a bit late to react now.

In the blink of an eye, two sharp stone spikes extended from the wall behind, piercing the Death Eater's shoulders like tofu, and nailed him to the opposite wall.

The Death Eater felt dizzy and the severe pain in his shoulder made him subconsciously loosen the hand holding the wand, and blood dripped from his fingers.

"You... who are you..." The torn wound made him tremble as he spoke, "You, you can't kill me... otherwise the Dark Lord will kill you... You, can't escape..."

"Who am I? Of course I'm Lucius Malfoy. Why, you don't recognize me?"

Lucius said with a big smile on his face, except that his long platinum blonde hair began to shorten rapidly, soon turning into short black hair.

The pale face also turned into another younger face.

"You, you are not Malfoy... who are you..." the Death Eater roared in horror: "Dare to challenge the Dark Lord... if you don't want to die, let me go..."

"You don't even recognize me. It seems you are really a loser." Kyle said uninterestedly after canceling the transformation.

I thought I caught a big fish, but it turned out to be a pile of rotten kelp.

He is not bragging. Given the extent of Voldemort's hatred for him, his fame among the Death Eaters is probably no less than that of Harry Potter.

The fact that this Death Eater didn't recognize him only showed that he was a nobody who had no decision-making power and could only follow orders.

Is Lucius Malfoy in such a miserable state now? It would be fine if he was not trusted, but he actually let such an insignificant waste look at him.

Kyle curled his lips, picked up the wand he had just dropped, and weighed it in his hand.

"No matter who you are, let me go immediately, otherwise the Dark Lord... the Dark Lord will definitely kill you..." The Death Eater was still roaring, but no longer struggling.

It hurts so much. Every time I move, my shoulder feels like it’s going to break. I dare not struggle anymore.

Kyle ignored him and just looked at the wand in his hand.

"A pure black wand, ebony? As for the core...it's definitely not unicorn hair, it should be dragon heart tendon, in pursuit of power."

"You, why are you asking these questions?"

"Of course you should familiarize yourself with your weapon in advance. Even if you are a waste, you can still be utilized." Kyle raised the ebony wand and pointed it at the Death Eater's head.

"Although I have never used a wand with this combination, dragons that favor strength are usually not loyal, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"Wait, wait, you..."

"Legilimency!"

……

With a flash of white light, Knockturn Alley returned to silence again.

Ten minutes later.

Kyle walked out of Knockturn Alley, but this time he had turned into the Death Eater he was before, and stopped directly at the door of Gringotts.

Not long after, Lucius Malfoy walked out. He looked even paler than before, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.

"Why, you can't bear to part with Garlon? Remember, this is your honor!"

"You don't need to remind me, Trevernot." Lucius said coldly: "It's just a few Galleons. The Malfoy family will always be loyal to the Dark Lord."

"If you are truly loyal, you should hand over all the family treasury, instead of squeezing it out bit by bit like you are doing now."

Lucius' face flushed unnaturally, as if he was angry.

It seems that his only value now is to provide Galleons and hand over the vault... Does he think he is not dying fast enough?

But even so, Lucius did not dare to lose his temper, for he was afraid that Trevernot would exaggerate his words and report them to Voldemort.

The Malfoys could make no mistakes now.

"The Dark Lord knows my loyalty, so you don't need to say anything here."

After saying that, Lucius quickly left Gringotts.

Travernot... no, now it should be Kyle who followed closely behind him.

Before this, he always thought that Moody had cheated Malfoy again, until he read the memory of the Death Eater, he found out that he was wrong.

They were not going back to Cornwall, but for a new mission, but the other party did not know what it was specifically, his mission was just to keep an eye on Malfoy.

"It's almost time."

Back in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, Lucius looked at Trevernot and said, "Trevernot, take the things out. If we miss the time, we will all be punished."

Kyle nodded and pulled out a... coaster from his robe pocket.

A portkey to be exact.

Lucius put his finger on it without a word.

The two stood there awkwardly for an unknown amount of time before a sudden suction force came from the coaster.

The Portkey worked.

After a dizzying flight, Kyle finally landed on the ground again. A gust of wind blew, and Kyle smelled a familiar smell of the sea.

But this was not Cornwall, he was sure.

"Very punctual." A pale and thin wizard came over and said unceremoniously: "Travnot, there is nothing for you to do here, go back."

Kyle, who had just adapted to his new identity, was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was talking to him.

This impolite attitude, eyes full of disgust... It turns out that this guy is a second-rate person, even worse than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

"Yes, Lord Lestrange." Kyle consciously walked to the back of the team.

That’s right, there are a lot of Death Eaters here, roughly estimated to be more than fifty, and the leader is the thin wizard in front of you.

Rodolphus Lestrange, one of the senior Death Eaters, Voldemort's confidant, and Bellatrix's husband. However, Bella was madly obsessed with Voldemort and had no feelings for her nominal husband... At most, they had been in Azkaban together and could be considered cellmates.

But he didn't seem to care much about it. Kyle felt that if possible, he wouldn't even mind replacing Bella.

While Rodolphus Lestrange and Malfoy were talking, Kyle looked around his current position calmly.

In Travernot's memory, he only knew that after Malfoy took the money, he took him away with the door key, but he didn't know where they were going specifically.

But they were at the seaside, and judging from the environment, this should be a pier? Or an island?

The information is limited, Celtic is not sure this is the place?

The only thing that is certain is that this place is probably not Britain.

Kyle had extensive experience in using portkeys, so it was not difficult for him to judge the distance from the flight time. The time the portkey lasted just now was enough for them to leave the UK, but not too far away.

If Kyle guessed correctly, they were currently on an island off the coast of England.

Kyle wanted to find someone to get some information from, but it seemed that people around him didn't like him very much. Every time he wanted to get closer, he would get a look of disgust.

I have to say, this guy is doing really badly.

Kyle even felt that Rodolphus Lestrange asked him to monitor Malfoy because he valued his poor popularity.

If Malfoy is unhappy or has a little temper, just kill him and make amends. There is no need to feel sorry for him.

No matter how shabby and ugly the wallet is, it is always more useful than cannon fodder... Unfortunately, the real Travernot never seemed to realize this.

Noticing Rodolphus Lestrange's gaze sweeping over him, Kyle immediately stood still quietly.

However, Lestrange's gaze did not linger on him, and it seemed that it was just a routine check.

"Strange, why does it stop here?" Kyle was a little confused.

He and Lucius Malfoy had been here for more than ten minutes, but the Death Eaters hadn't made any move and just stood there stupidly.

Could it be that Voldemort set up a Death Eater training camp?

Or are they waiting for someone else...

As he was thinking about it, Kyle suddenly felt his scalp tingling and his heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly.

In the sky not far away, several clouds of black smoke flew at high speed and suddenly landed nearby.

Voldemort walked out of the smoke, followed by Yaxley, Crabbe, Goyle, and other famous Death Eaters.

Seeing this luxurious lineup, the Celtics were stunned.

He wanted to cause some trouble for the Death Eaters, but it was limited to the Death Eaters, not Voldemort.

What's the difference between looking for trouble with Voldemort and looking for death?

Kyle felt a little regretful. If he had known that Voldemort would come, he would definitely not have come to join in the fun.

Unfortunately, Travernot knew too little. Now Kyle could only hide himself behind the crowd as much as possible, hoping to find time to escape later.

Even if they were discovered by the Death Eaters, they would only bother Trevernot and would have nothing to do with Kyle.

Yes, find time to slip away.

Kyle shrank back again. Voldemort's eyes never turned to cannon fodder who could be abandoned at any time. This was good news.

In addition, for safety reasons, he did not choose to use Transfiguration this time, but Polyjuice Potion, so as long as he did not commit suicide, Voldemort would most likely not discover that a strange thing had infiltrated his team.

Kyle followed the example of the others and expressed his loyalty to Voldemort with fanatical eyes.

"Wait a little longer..." he thought to himself.

At least we have to find out the purpose of Voldemort's coming here. It must be no trivial matter that made him come here in person.

After all, when recruiting more than a hundred wandering wizards like Lannis, it was only Barty Crouch Jr. who showed up.

Now not only Voldemort has come, but almost all the Death Eaters with names and surnames have come as well, and it is obvious that they are planning some big conspiracy.

Now that he has run into it, he naturally has to find a way to figure it out.

Kyle was very glad that he had decided to use the Polyjuice Potion before. If it was a Transfiguration spell, Voldemort would probably have found him by the time he got here.

Although Lannis did not recognize the title of Dark Lord, this was not something Voldemort proclaimed himself. Only Dumbledore could surpass him in terms of his strength in exchanging faces for titles.

"Where are the things?" Voldemort asked coldly at the front.

"Here." Lucius Malfoy took out a box of the same model as Cornwall, trembling like a quail. It should be a gift from Gringotts.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Rodolphus Lestrange beside him.

"Master, I have already informed Miles McFasty in advance. They should be ready to welcome the great Dark Lord by now."

"Ready to come?" Voldemort looked at Lestrange with red eyes. "Do you mean that I should wait for him here?"

With a thud, Rodolphus Lestrange fell to his knees.

"Master, I'll go and catch him right now!"

"Roar!"

As he spoke, an angry roar was heard in the distance, followed by several flames dozens of feet long, intertwining in the air like a spider web.

The Death Eaters' team was slightly disrupted, but because Voldemort was there, they quickly returned to normal. Even if some people were afraid, they did not dare to show it.

Being afraid means being incompetent, and Voldemort hates incompetent people the most. As a Death Eater, if you are hated by Voldemort, your fate will be miserable.

“No need. I’ll go myself.” Voldemort raised his head and glanced at the flames that had not yet completely dissipated. “Miles is a smart man… and smart people usually make the right choice.”

Under his orders, the Death Eaters finally moved, marching towards the depths of the island in a mighty procession.

Yes, islands.

From the moment Lestrange said that name, Kyle already knew where this was, and the movement just now further confirmed his guess.

The Hebrides, where the black dragon is.

As we all know, there are only two places where you can definitely see fire dragons.

Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary, where you can see almost all types of fire dragons, except the Hebridean Black Dragon.

Because of its special nature, this fire dragon cannot live with other species. For centuries, it has been managed or protected by the McFastie family living in the Hebrides Islands.

While taking care of the black dragons, we also prevent them from running away from the archipelago.

And Voldemort's goal is most likely these war machines.

……