Chapter 373 Eighteen months, Voldemort is scared

Time, sometimes there is no clear sense of feeling.

Eighteen months can make a chick grow up and transform into a white swan.

Similarly, eighteen months can also make the English magic world cloudy again.

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Lestrange's old house.

In a luxurious but slightly old living room.

At this moment, the oval long table is crowded with people, but you can hear a pin drop.

"Hahaha, it's really interesting! Resurrection from the dead, this has even surpassed magic..."

Voldemort sat in the main seat, although his tone was laughing, but his scarlet eyes were cold.

After a while, the laughter gradually stopped.

"Do you know? The biggest performance of a stupid person is to hate people you have never seen and be proud of things you have never done..."

"I don't want you to be stupid people, like Barty Crouch Jr."

Voldemort looked around calmly, and below him were more than 20 people with respectful or fanatical expressions.

Without exception, these people are the deepest and most loyal Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban.

In the past, Voldemort might not care about these people, but now that he sees hope, these people are very good helpers, at least they can find out a lot of important information.

Voldemort is disgusted with Barty Jr.'s self-willed decision. This not only destroys the previous agreement, but also adds a deadly enemy to him.

Even if Barty Jr. finally surrenders to the Ministry of Magic, many things cannot be restored after a broken mirror. After the crack appears, repairing can only delay time.

And what he is doing now is repairing, especially after getting the news that Swinburne suddenly appeared, the secret of resurrection, the rules behind the dice...

He wants everything, but now is not the time. Everything must be planned after dealing with Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Voldemort glanced at the sturdy wizard:

"Fenrir, how many wandering werewolves have you gathered?"

Fenrir Regburke, as a vicious and notorious werewolf, behaved like a well-behaved student after being named, and looked trembling.

"Master, I have only gathered 276 werewolves so far, and the rest were persuaded by Remus Lupin to provide wolfsbane potion in exchange..."

At this point, Fenrir stopped talking, lowered his head and was ready to face the punishment.

But to his surprise, the expected punishment did not come, but a slightly comforting comfort.

"276 people? That's enough!" Voldemort said in the main seat without changing his tone.

"My dear professor always takes the overall situation into consideration, so let's make his overall situation chaotic! Let these werewolves start to raid Muggles. They don't need to achieve brilliant results, but they can't be idle..."

The calm voice said the most frightening words.

Below, except for Bella, Jugson and others who looked indifferent, including Fenrir, Lucius and others all changed their expressions.

Fenrir thought about the werewolves he had worked hard to recruit, but they became abandoned in the blink of an eye. It was easy to think that one day it would be his turn.

As for Lucius, he thought even more at this moment. Attacking Muggles to create panic was a real provocation to the Statute of Secrecy.

Once the Statute of Secrecy was broken, it would be a disaster if it was not done well. This was no longer a matter within the wizards.

Voldemort sat in the main seat and looked at the people below quietly. Although each of them was a master of expression management, their inner activities would inevitably not be consistent.

He was too lazy to care about this, as long as he completed the order. As for what he thought in his heart, it didn't matter.

"That's it for today. Fenrir and Lucius will stay."

After a moment of silence, Voldemort ended this short meeting.

...

As everyone left, Lestrange's ancestral home also became deserted.

"Lucius!" Voldemort spoke slowly: "Your Malfoy family's vision is as vicious as ever, and I even feel a little jealous."

"Master, I..." Lucius stood up and wanted to express his attitude with action.

"Don't be nervous! Sit down and talk." Voldemort waved his hand.

"I didn't mean to do anything to you. Go and take a letter to Swinburne. Although little Barty has surrendered, there must be an explanation for this matter."

Hearing this, Lucius was very moved. In this seemingly calm tone, he heard a kind of helplessness and relaxation.

In fact, Voldemort was like this at the moment. He had no choice but to compromise, otherwise the other party and Dumbledore would join forces, and he would have no chance of winning.

As for relaxation, to be honest, as the other party suddenly disappeared in Hogwarts, he was always on guard in the past year and a half.

The horror of Slytherin's snake is that it hides in the dark and waits for the right time to give the opponent a fatal blow.

And that's why he rescued these Death Eaters. It's better to spread out spies than to be on guard alone.

Now, there's no need.

Although Swinburne didn't show up in a high-profile manner, he also showed up at the Ministry of Magic with a glimpse.

Although it was just a meeting with Fudge, it was enough.

...

Lucius left, carrying a letter that was extremely heavy for him.

In the afternoon of the day after he left.

London, Manchester Stone District.

In a standard middle-class three-story building, Ino slowly put down the letter in his hand with an expressionless face in the guest room.

"What happened?" Living together day and night, Hermione saw the problem at a glance.

Ino was not surprised by Hermione's perception. He shook his head slightly and chuckled:

"It's just a little thing! Voldemort's letter, he was afraid."

"Ha, the dark devil would be afraid? Hard to imagine." Hermione also laughed and teased.

She has been back for three days since the end of the story, and her parents have also recovered their previous memories with the help of Lockhart.

Living in her own home, with her parents and lover, this kind of life makes her feel very happy.

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked tentatively.

Although she was asking, she didn't want to disrupt the existing rhythm of life.

Just now, Hermione could guess Ino's thoughts, and now Ino also understands Hermione's thoughts, but there are some things he doesn't intend to compromise.

"Hermione, you should know that you can't just treat a venomous snake as non-existent just because it's dormant for a short time. Otherwise, God knows what it will come out and bite."

"I know that, but little Barty has already been sent to Azkaban..." Hermione sighed softly. She knew that everything Ino said was right.

In fact, for a girl, parents and lovers are all her life. Maybe there will be children in the future, but that's in the future.

As Hermione sighed, the atmosphere in the guest room was a little heavy.

At the same time.

After a little thought, Ino took over the conversation:

"Don't worry! He can't run away this time. Besides, I will find a real prophet this time, otherwise the Horcrux will always be a trouble!"

He knew that little Barty had surrendered himself. After all, Fudge had already told him about this when he was looking for Lockhart to restore Hermione's parents' memories.

But for some things, it's not just a surrender that can be settled.

Just like a crup raised by a wizard, if the tail is not cut off in time, it violates the confidentiality law and is discovered by Muggles, the Ministry of Magic will always punish the wizard who raised the dog.

…

While speaking, Ino raised his palm, and his fingertips flicked one by one, slowly plucking the harp in his arms.

A soothing tune sounded, and although the tune was very simple, it also had a feeling of country folk songs.

The simple notes, like magic, turned into gurgling water and gentle breeze.

The sound sounded, cleansing the slight depression that had just occurred in the room.