Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 366: Mood and anger

Voldemort's words sounded like a thunder in Malfoy's ears.

It seems to be asking for his opinion, but it has actually turned into an unquestionable order.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his chest, and then his brain began to spin quickly, contemplating Voldemort's inner thoughts.

At the same time, there was a surprised expression on his face, as if he was taken aback for a while.

"My Lord Dark Lord, me, go to school?" Malfoy stammered tentatively. He seemed a little incoherent and didn't seem to react.

In my heart, the waves have already begun to be rough, and huge waves are suddenly raised on the calm sea.

"Yes, don't you want to visit your classmates." Voldemort said in an elusive tone, and his blood-red eyes looked at Malfoy.

Then he closed his eyelids and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his slender and pale fingers.

Voldemort certainly didn't want to show the superficial meaning, he wouldn't care about the ridiculous "friendship" in his eyes. This should be just a mockery.

Then he opened his eyes and touched his hand on the armrest of the snake head beside him, tapping his index finger on it, and then began to say:

"I am not going to conquer Hogwarts for the time being. I have to deal with some things, some annoying little troubles."

"So we need someone to monitor those stubborn people to prevent them from engaging in nasty little actions."

"I just need you to play the role of a student, um...Harry Potter, I hope he won't be a deserter in the future." Voldemort pointed out.

"I think you were tired after running away for so long, right? Draco"

Voldemort all said "thoughtful".

On that pale, spider-like face, there was a rare and pleasant expression, and the pale lips seemed to warm a little.

Of course, this is also a kind of excuse. When he needs it, he can also let the Death Eaters in need give their lives. How can he care about their life and death? Not to mention it's just something that can hardly be sacrificed.

Almost all of his subordinates can be used by him as a tool to purpose.

Someone died, and he showed a look of regret, maybe just because he was missing a useful tool.

True, the woman who can make him have such a pity from the heart, who can make such a small ripple in his emotionless world, has also died in Azkaban.

"But Draco is wanted now, Lord Dark Lord." Narcissa stepped forward and blurted out.

"Cissy! Be respectful to the Dark Lord!" Lucius grabbed his wife's arm in a panic, but it seemed that it was too late and it was hard to get over.

"It's all trivial things. The current Minister of Magic—Dolores Umbridge has been controlled by me, and he is obedient to me. Now the Ministry of Magic is dead in name, except for some people who don’t know the situation. The idiot is still fighting stubbornly." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood at this time, he didn't feel offended, and he explained it leisurely.

With Umbridge, a useful chess piece, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to use the power in her hands?

The more you deal with this ugly woman, the more satisfied he feels.

This woman's desire for rights has swelled terribly, and now he is completely sure that even if she reveals her identity, as long as it does not affect her rights and status, she will not care which party she is loyal to.

Maybe he will move closer to them more spontaneously. He can't smell the evil smell from the heart of that woman.

They are all the same kind, but Umbridge is not so capable.

"I'll say hello to her, and, Lucius, aren't you also good at buying people's hearts? Dumbledore is dead. This is a good time to gain prestige." Voldemort said.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity." Lucius took a breath and said excitedly.

In this case, with Voldemort's assurance, his son may really have some hope, not to be involved in that cruel battle.

"Thank you for your understanding." Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief.

And all this was seen by Voldemort again.

"It seems that you two were actually a little dissatisfied with my decision before?" Voldemort sat back on the throne, staring at Narcissa with a deep cold look, making her like an ice cave.

Lucius' body immediately tightened.

Voldemort didn't mind just now, but his gentle explanation disappeared.

Now I realized it again, and turned over the old account.

"Huh?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

Being stared at by scarlet eyes, the Lucius and his wife suddenly felt a little palpitating, and cold sweat soaked the robes behind them.

"Forget it, let's not take it as an example." He said lazily, raising his delicate wine glass, with his lips close to the wall, taking a sip of the amber liquid in it, and then slowly lowering it.

The couple breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

The silver snake-shaped cane that Lucius was carrying on his back was almost squeezed out of shape just now.

"Well, your son is going to school, and there are some tasks assigned to you, Lucius."

"Severus?" Voldemort groaned softly toward the front.

A faint green flame rushed up from the fireplace not far away~IndoMTL.com~ Then a man with a sallow face and a black robe stepped out slowly, under the gaze of everyone, Walked all the way to the highest point of the steps, in front of Voldemort.

He kept leaning slightly, and his eyes couldn't see the happiness or anger in his dark eyes.

Lucius looked at the man in front of him in shock.

He should have thought of it long ago.

Severus Snape, now also betrayed the Hogwarts side, and turned to Voldemort again.

"Lucius, Severus will tell you about some potions. The main force among us Death Eaters will be werewolves for the time being. You need to collect as much as possible the healing herbs on the market. Try to be as concealed as possible, so that they don’t notice it."

"Severus, you know, right?"

"Yes, Master." Snape said humbly.

"You know better than me in this regard." Voldemort stroked his palm, not minding admitting his shortcomings.

"It's just because the master put the goal in a longer position." Snape said humbly, lowering his head slowly.

"As for me, I will leave for a short period of time in the future." Voldemort revealed his future trends.

Voldemort is going to find a way to make the old wand completely surrender to him.

Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, for him, it was nothing more than an object that could be slaughtered at will, let them live a little longer.

Those professors are not his opponents.

"Teachers and students are there now, and it will definitely be interesting in the future." He shook the liquid in the goblet, then shook his wrist and splashed it on the black-spotted stone steps, smelling When it reached the dense aroma of wine, Nagini curiously dragged his slippery body and swam over, stretched out the letter, and licked the wine sprinkled by the owner.