Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 964: Death Eater Conference

Scotland, Voldemort's lair.

The old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, finally received simple repairs not long ago and welcomed its owner back.

At this moment, in the dim room, Voldemort sat on a dark velvet chair, looking at the group of Death Eaters at the long table, his eyes fell on one of the Death Eaters, and he asked hoarsely: " Yaxley, any news of our old friend?"

"Master, Karkaroff didn't go back to the Durmstrang School. That traitor hid in fear. I found the last person who saw him. When I went there, Karkaroff had already left. I'm afraid it will take some time to find him."

After being named by Voldemort, the Death Eater named Yaxley bowed his head respectfully to the Dark Lord with the latest news.

"Find Karkaroff, and I will personally execute the traitor. No one can live after betraying Voldemort."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were filled with icy murderous intent, causing all the Death Eaters present to shudder.

They all knew that Karkaroff was dead, no matter where he was hiding.

"We have some loyal Death Eaters still in Azkaban," Voldemort whispered. "I think they can't wait to serve me."

"Master, you are planning to attack Azkaban and free the imprisoned..." Before Malfoy could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Voldemort raising a large pale hand. ,

Malfoy fell silent immediately.

"The dementors must be on our side, and it's not difficult to convince them." Voldemort looked at his servants: "Who will convince the dementors, of course, not now, we can't expose it now."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a wacky smile, "As far as I know, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is causing trouble for Dumbledore. This is a good chance."

The Death Eaters bowed their heads, and few wanted to deal with the Dementors.

"Avery."

"Master." Avery felt Voldemort's gaze, lowered his head and said, "I'm willing to persuade those dementors for you."

"Very good." Voldemort looked away from Avery and continued, "McNeil, I need you to walk for me and convince those mindless giants to join our great cause." /

"I'm glad to be at your service." McNeill bowed slightly to Voldemort.

"I need someone to help me convince the werewolves," Voldemort said contemptuously. "Though the hairy beasts are unreliable, Voldemort can give them the last heat."

"My lord." Lucius volunteered, "I am willing to convince the werewolves that Fenrir Greyback can form an army of scattered werewolves and devote their allegiance to you."

"Very good. Severus?" Voldemort looked down at the shadow who had been silent, "I hope you can bring me some good news."

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has only held two meetings so far. They set up the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at Sirius Black's house, but because Dumbledore cast the Faithful Charm there, I can't tell you more. News." Snape looked at Voldemort calmly, and said respectfully: "The second meeting was just yesterday, Dumbledore asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to strengthen the security around Harry Potter, and he let the Order of the Phoenix members of staring at him to avoid any surprises."

"Anything else?"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Snape, his eyes so sharp that several people around him looked away.

"Dumbledore is busy dealing with the Ministry of Magic," Snape continued. "One more thing, Sirius got a prophecy out of nowhere."

"Prophecy?"

"Yes, Black claims that the prophecy came from a certain master of prophecy." Snape waited for a while, and when Voldemort did not speak, he continued, "The prophecy indicates that Azkaban will soon be A mass escape has occurred. Minister of Magic Fudge will step down next year, and his successor will die at the hands of his master. At that time, the entire British wizarding world will usher in the darkest hour, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will Will be controlled by their masters, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and Savior Harry will be a wanted man at the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know who made the prophecy?"

Voldemort has been trapped once by the prophecy, so this time he was extra cautious.

"I don't know, Blake didn't say it, but the man seems to have declined Dumbledore's invitation. I heard that he thinks the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not tight enough and there may be spies or traitors." Snape said with pursed lips.

"This prophecy is quite accurate."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile.

The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because he was right, wasn't this a spy hiding in the Order of the Phoenix in front of him?

"It seems that Dumbledore has found a guy who is good at prophecy. I need you to find out his identity." Voldemort is not surprised, he has suffered from Nicole Lemay before, and they usually Be sensitive to your own dangers.

"Barty once reminded me that there was a Mudblood at Hogwarts who was good at prophecy." Voldemort seemed to remember something, stared at Snape and said, "I remember you reported to me earlier that you defeated Barty's Mudblood. What's your name?"

"Albert Anderson, Master," Snape said after a moment's hesitation. "There was indeed a rumor at Hogwarts that Albert Anderson was a fortune teller."

"This rumor may be true." Snape noted that Voldemort was looking at him, and continued: "It is said that he sensed the danger before the third project, and told Dumbledore for this reason. Asked for combat skills, but was rejected."

"Dumbledore originally wanted Moody to teach him, but was rejected by the Mudblood, and then Dumbledore wanted me to teach the Mudblood, he valued that person, but the Mudblood refused. Now, he doesn't seem to trust me and Barty, and finally finds Flitwick, who is said to have mastered a lot of black magic."

"It's really new."

Voldemort's expression was strange, he knew all too well Dumbledore's attitude towards the dark arts.

"Find the Mudblood and bring him to me. Will you take the lead, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew. "I remember he sent you to Azkaban."

Peter Pettigrew, who had been huddled in the corner from the beginning, murmured, "Lord, Master, if this is your will, I, I will—"

"Go on, I don't need you to dedicate yourself yet," said Voldemort lazily, "you just need to find his place, and someone else will bring it to me, the mudblood nearly destroyed mine. The plan also led to Barty's death, and he needs to pay for it."

There was a slight commotion at the long table, and the group of people who hated Albert was excited.

"With all due respect, Master, you need to be prepared to deal with that Mudblood." Snape reminded, "If you are not sure, I suggest that it is best not to touch him, so as not to surprise the snake."

"It's rare that you would give a Mudblood such a rating." Voldemort waited for Snape to continue.

"I've taught him, I know him, and there's no denying that he's a genius. A lot of people think he's the next Dumbledore." Snape lowered his voice even lower: "Actually, it's true, But that guy is arrogant and cautious and dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

Hearing Snape describe a Mudblood as dangerous, the Death Eaters present couldn't help but laugh.

They are more dangerous.

"There are traces of the Fire Spell in the labyrinth, and no one knows how much black magic the mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and four helpers wanted to surround and kill him in the labyrinth. All failed miserably, and paid for it. I saw with my own eyes that Mudblood killed Crouch with Fudge's hands, in front of Dumbledore." Snape gave Albert a wave Hatred also reminded all Death Eaters not to provoke him.

"It's hard to believe that was a Mudblood."

"There were rumors that Albert Anderson was the descendant of a well-known pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy suddenly said, "Otherwise, the old wyzengamotes would not have accepted him. , this rumor is very credible."

"Grab him, and if the situation doesn't allow it, kill him, don't make too much noise." In Voldemort's eyes, the Mudblood was already dead.

"Lucius, you stay."

The Death Eaters looked at Lucius jealously, and got up and left.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Lucius, I asked you to keep a diary, is it okay?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes shone eerily.

One of the things Snape reported to him not long ago was that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened two years ago.

"Where is the diary still with me, Master."

Lucius tried to keep himself as calm as possible, but he didn't notice the trembling in his voice. He remembered the diary that had been pierced by something, and couldn't imagine the Dark Lord seeing the diary. After the appearance of...

"Don't try to lie to Voldemort!"

Voldemort realized that Lucius Malfoy's reaction was wrong, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, Master." Lucius lowered his head even lower, not daring to meet Voldemort's eyes.

"Really," Voldemort asked.

"Really."

"Lie, I see fear in your face." Voldemort drew his wand.

Lucius' body trembled slightly, he knew what he was going to face.

"The diary is indeed still with me, Master." Lucius repeated with a sullen face.

"Then bring me the diary, and if it's still in good condition, you'll be rewarded with a reward, if..." Voldemort didn't finish his sentence, but Malfoy's heart sank.

"Go, Lucius, don't keep Voldemort waiting too long."

"Master." Lucius fell to his knees, "The diary you gave me..."

The pain swallowed Malfoy, causing him to swallow half of what he had said.

"The diary is damaged." Lucius gasped as he clenched his teeth to withstand the Cruciatus.

"Broken?" Voldemort repeated softly.

"I once tried to use the diary to open the Chamber of Secrets." Lucius explained in a trembling voice.

"Bring me that diary and go now!" Voldemort ordered with a gloomy face.

"Yes!" Malfoy's head went blank, but he didn't dare to delay, and hurried back to get the diary, fortunately he still had it.

Voldemort knew very well that Horcruxes were protected by black magic and could never be damaged. Malfoy said that if a Horcrux was damaged, it likely meant that he had lost a Horcrux.

However, once the Horcrux is destroyed, I should feel it. Is it because I was inferior to a ghost at the time, and I couldn't feel it without a body?

Voldemort's face darkened as he remembered Nagini who had been killed by Dumbledore, which meant that it had already had two Horcruxes destroyed.

Not long after, Malfoy hurried back with Riddle's diary, which also confirmed Voldemort's guess. The diary was damaged, the soul fragments stored in it disappeared completely, and something was stuck in the middle. Kong, making Voldemort extremely angry.

Someone found a way to destroy the Horcrux?

Malfoy, who originally thought that the diary was just the key to the secret room, was lying on the ground and shivering.

"Lucius, you have betrayed Voldemort's trust."

A shrill scream followed Voldemort's voice.

"Who did it, who destroyed this diary?" Voldemort's icy voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death.

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter has no such ability."

"Dumbledore said it was Harry Potter who stopped this and killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets," said Lucius, trembling.

After Voldemort vented his inner anger and calmed down a little, he realized that he despised Harry Potter too much~IndoMTL.com~ Especially after the Horcrux was inadvertently destroyed, Voldemort realized that Damn prophecy.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the seventh month..."

Snape didn't overhear the whole thing, what was the other half?

He suffered greatly for this half of the prophecy.

"I'll give you one more task, get the Prophecy Ball from the Department of Mysteries, and Harry Potter's Prophecy Ball, I need the entire contents of the Prophecy Ball." Voldemort stared at the dying Malfoy, hoarse. Say, "Don't let me down again."

"I won't let you down."

Although he said this, Lucius Malfoy felt a chill in his heart, because he knew very well that no one but the silent man knew about the situation of the Department of Mysteries, and it was impossible for the silent man to speak.

As for the prophecy spoken by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew the prophecy, although he probably guessed what it was.

The Dark Lord's rival, this is also the reason why the Dark Lord attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter, but it actually proved that the prophecy seemed to be fulfilled.

"This matter is kept secret for now, don't tell anyone."

"Yes, Master," said Lucius Malfoy, bowing his head.

"Very well, you can go now."

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