Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 364: Old acquaintances

Dumbledore's fame is almost unknown in Europe. The White Wizard is so famous that Malfoy can escape from his hands at this age, and he has to be amazed.

Voldemort's low tone sounded in the living room again.

"In the past ten years or so, many people have left us. In the first war, my loyal Death Eater, who didn’t want to get rid of the charges, stayed in Azkaban and spent the most difficult days. , It’s just that when I was about to rescue them, I couldn’t see the hope for the future, and I was killed by the dementors."

"Those who claim to be righteous are nothing more than polite hypocrites." Voldemort sneered.

Before the round table, there was another noise.

But in fact, many people here didn't understand Voldemort's words, they just responded subconsciously.

This is actually a group of stragglers who lack cohesion.

There are black wizards from North America, black wizards from Africa, local vampires, foreign vampires, and a large number of werewolves, few goblins, and representatives of some giant tribes. They are called by the Dark Lord Gather here.

Many of them only know that what they see is a powerful dark wizard who can unite their forces. Many wizards who are wanted internationally also choose to be here.

Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters have died, and he can only choose this way to reorganize and expand his own power.

It turned out that the Death Eaters who followed him can be said to be effective, and they can barely be called unity.

The powerful are Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov, who have mastered many vicious spells and are strong.

Even if they were dull and poorly talented, the fathers of Crabbe and Gore, at any rate, were from a class where they had studied at Hogwarts for seven years.

Just now, this is a group of miscellaneous soldiers with their own ghosts.

Even intrigue.

His men often have conflicts, which are almost irreconcilable conflicts.

White-skinned wizards look down on black-skinned wizards, and green-hearted ones can only look down on non-human species.

When Voldemort confuses them, he promises to make a heavy promise, but with his character, even ordinary wizards are regarded as infallible slavery, not to mention these things that even people can't call them.

There are some African wizards who don’t even use magic wands. It is really hard to trust their abilities.

Of course, this is actually prejudice, and wizards without magic wands are actually not uncommon outside Europe.

But there are some more obvious shortcomings of wizards. As long as you become a pig in front of him, he will fall into madness, lose his mind, and even the spells are incomplete. They also have a characteristic, that is, Animagus does not It may be a pig, if it is, then it will choose to commit suicide.

I also like to chant: "An... Hu... Ba", a confusing and non-destructive spell, and it took a long time to use a powerful spell. Blasting spell.

Blow up myself first.

Maybe Voldemort just used them as adult flesh bombs.

But he doesn't care about the quality of his staff now, as long as he can use it, he only hopes that this will bring enough panic to the people in the British wizarding world.

He alone is enough to beat an Auror army. This is his confidence.

"Okay, everyone can have a drink. Mr. Lucius, the owner of the manor, has prepared a lot of food for you." Voldemort's fingers rubbed his pale and sharp chin.

Lightly tap the magic wand in the hand, "Bang." With a sound, a huge fireball exploded under the ceiling, dense sparks entangled and scattered, and finally condensed into a serpentine shape. The tail was hung upside down on the original lamp post, making it dim. The whole living room was lit up again, at least able to see the food in front of me.

Then Voldemort announced the beginning of the banquet.

Countless fresh meat, beef, and lamb were placed on silver ceramic plates and placed on the table without any treatment.

The majority of the members of this party are werewolves. They like to eat these creatures instead of cooked food.

As for the other goblins, goblins, and vampires, they have also carefully prepared corresponding foods for them.

In the spacious living room, the slight reddish light is better than nothing, and the whole room still looks dark. After all, it is a party of the dark forces. It feels strange to make it too bright, but just when the Death Eaters are feasting. , A man cowered and hid in a corner of the wall, even out of the scope of the wide round table. Obviously, he didn't adapt to the environment here, as if he was surrounded by vicious hungry wolves.

And he is a pitiful little white sheep.

The man attracted the attention of Malfoy who had walked down the steps.

A closer look, and after careful separation, Malfoy soon realized that he was wrong. This was a big fat sheep.

Whether it is in the literal sense or in the extended sense.

From the former, he said that he had a big belly and a fat belly. His figure was slightly bloated, and his face was full of richness. Obesity can be found in any part of his body. Evidence can be found.

From the latter point of view, many casinos like to make those who come there to give money as "fat sheep", don't they?

Ludo Bagman, a lamentable gambler.

The original, he can barely be said to be misled~IndoMTL.com~ was supported by the vast majority of people in Wisengamo and was acquitted.

Now, it is really unavoidable to slip into the abyss.

Maybe it's a broken can, and he has taken refuge in Voldemort's hands, and maybe a bite of food.

This man is now very old, with a haggard look, and staying with these fierce people is really a test of people's nerves, only after he and Malfoy's eyes were exchanged, he looked at in disbelief. This young man.

"You..." His voice was stuck in his throat, as if he was stuck in his neck.

He was busy hiding his debts, and he didn't know the latest news from the outside world.

So when I saw Malfoy, I fell into an inexplicable shock.

Then a feeling of grief and anger appeared, and he wanted to ask why Malfoy had lost the game.

Malfoy just glanced at him contemptuously.

Then Bagman was silent.

"I don't seem to be the obligation of your cash cow." He said lightly.

Bagman just woke up now, he was no longer a highly powerful referee at the time, and this young man was not a racer under his hand.

Malfoy, is now the red man in front of Voldemort.

When I cough, I will shudder myself.

Why would you provoke him like crazy?

Bagman shed cold sweat.

And Malfoy didn't mean to continue paying attention to him, this kind of gambler, just let him fend for himself.

He turned his head, looked at the stone steps impenetrably, and glanced at Nagini, who was entwined with the foot of the king's seat, and then quickly shifted his gaze.

Nagini was also spitting out his scarlet letter at this time, looking at the people around him.

This is another Horcrux of Voldemort.

Malfoy fully confirmed this information just now.