Chapter 904 ? Bellatrix's Belly

Voldemort raised his huge pale hand, and the slates flew from Lucius' tray and floated in front of Voldemort. His shining red eyes, with their vertical pupils, focused on the slabs, examining them carefully.

"Master, the slate vaguely describes the location of the collection." Lucius pointed his finger at a position on the far right slate, "I have read a lot of information, and finally I can confirm that this location should be roughly in Baden-Württem The Black Forest near Fort State...just where it is, master, I still need enough time to investigate..."

Voldemort ignored Lucius, his pale palm brushing over the stone slabs, on which lines of writing were carved. After carefully distinguishing the words, Voldemort directed the slates to fall firmly on the table, and he took out his wand and tapped on the slates.

"Show your secret." Suspicious Voldemort cast a spell to judge the history of the stone slab, confirming that the slate is indeed a thousand years old and not a fake, the corners of Voldemort's cold mouth parted.

Lucius stroked his long hair combed back, bowed slightly, and looked respectful: "Master... We used as many detection spells as we could think of on this stone slab, and only dared to give it to you after confirming its authenticity. Master, look."

Bellatrix looked at her brother-in-law Lucius, leaned on the chair with the replica of Vecna's hand, leaned her body closer to Voldemort, and made a sharp baby-like voice: "My master, at least Lucius is more reliable than those trash."

"Lucius, it seems that you are very good at digging things? This task will continue to be entrusted to you..." Voldemort put the cover back on, and patted him lightly to show that he was in a good mood at the moment, "Lucius, I What should I reward you for?"

This made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief. Even Bella couldn't bear the rage of their master in the previous series.

"No, it's my honor to be able to serve the master..." Lucius hastily bowed down and refused, looking at the Death Eaters around him with a bit of complacency. Then, Lucius suddenly remembered his friend's broken arm, "If it's possible, master, Rudolphs' hand is broken... Is it possible..." After blurting out Lucius, he suddenly realized that even if the Dark Lord didn't intend to look at his arm, It would not be generous to give this kind of strange thing to his subordinates to use. He continued to explain with a twinkle in his eyes, "Master, can you make another replica of Vecna's hand... It is not good to serve the master. I should be eager for rewards, but I do have such a wish, Rudolphs is still useful to the master..."

"Shut up! Lucius! You don't need to judge who is useful to the master!" Bellatrix yelled, and looked away from Lucius who was looking at him uncomfortably.

Voldemort didn't respond to Lucius' request or Bellatrix's. He looked at the stone slabs again with fiery eyes - just a Vecna ​​hand is nothing, hands and eyes together It will be more powerful if he uses it, and now he knows that there is a third one... If he can get these three together, a greedy and cruel look flashed in his eyes: "Parkinson, I will give you another chance, go Collect information about the Eye of Vecna, if you can't do this little thing well, then you are worthless."

As soon as Voldemort's voice fell, Old Parkinson almost knelt at his feet with surprise on his face, "I assure you, master, I will do my best to do this well."

"It's better, this is what your daughter Pansy Parkinson, who is better than you, won for you, otherwise Nagini will be willing to enjoy a dinner." Voldemort took out the letter from Pansy Parkinson again , the letter flew to Lucius, Lucius grabbed the parchment subconsciously,

"Read the contents of the letter to them."

Lucius quickly took it, and explained the conflict between Harris and Dumbledore in the letter, as well as the fact that the British pure-blood families were going to unite to deal with Harris' attempt to drive them out of the UK, and Pansy's inquiry about the next action.

"Tell me what you think," Voldemort asked loudly to the group of Death Eaters after Lucius had finished reading, the firelight shining eerily in his red eyes.

"Even if Alan Harris and Dumbledore are united, the master is not afraid!" Bellatrix said with a baby-like voice, "Harris is a selfish pure-blood who is in Be traitors to all pure-bloods! Like sores, they must be gouged out."

Labastan Lestrange's rough voice followed closely behind: "I hope these pure-blood families can defeat the traitor Harris and let them go back to Germany with their tails between their legs!"

Rudolphs glanced at the younger brother who was shaking his fist above Hot Blood, hesitated and added: "Harris' speech made those pure-blood families who were originally biased towards Harris seem to be forced to turn to support Dumbledore... as long as they let Harris lost, which is good for us...we can deal with them easily without the Ministry."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lestrange, who is famous for his right-hand swing speed, is also full of wisdom?" A tall man with oily hair and pockmarked face sarcastically said with a bored expression—he is Augustus Te Rookwood, a spy placed in the Ministry of Magic by the Mysterious Man during the First Wizarding War, worked in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic before his arrest. He was responsible for passing the information of the Ministry of Magic to the Mysterious Man. After he escaped from prison last year, Voldemort passed him I learned about the prophecy ball placed in the Ministry of Magic, and recently, because of his former identity as the silent man, he has been highly valued by the Dark Lord.

After hearing this, Labastan touched his wand and seemed to want to shoot him, but Bellatrix was suppressed by the aura of his terrifying sister-in-law at a glance, and then Bellatrix turned his eyes to O. Gust asked arrogantly: "My swing speed is not slow, do you want to try?"

"Sorry... Bellatrix, I have no other meaning." August Rookwood lowered his head obediently, not daring to meet Bella's gaze.

"That's enough, I'm not here to listen to your arguments!" The mysterious man said impatiently, "Go on, Rudolphs."

This startled all the Death Eaters present to beg for forgiveness—but many Death Eaters around looked at Rudolphus Lestrange, and many looked at his broken body with undisguised contempt. wrists, and some people pretended to brush Bellatrix's stomach inadvertently.

Rudolphs quietly glanced at the calm and thoughtful Voldemort, bit the bullet and continued: "Harris doesn't want to see those pure-blood families, and what he's doing now is going to drive them to a dead end, and Dumbledore It is also very discordant with their views, and they are not too satisfied with Dumbledore...I think we can try to contact them again, and many pure-blood families outside the UK are also very dissatisfied with Harris' decision..."

Voldemort was noncommittal to what they said, and his sharp eyes fell on Bellatrix.

"Master, I think this idiot's suggestion is still feasible." Bellatrix changed into a baby-like voice again, "But this is not enough, how can we lose our participation in defeating Harris? We have to Call back to England!"

Lucius was a little anxious. Although he also thought that Harris' crazy behavior was a betrayal of pure blood, but the current situation was a bit late for him to get off the boat of Harris. I don't want Harris to really fall: "But the strength of the Ministry of Magic is not yet..."

"Lucius, you are still too cowardly. We don't need to attack the magic world in Britain. Using apparation to attack those Muggles can put pressure on the British Ministry of Magic and give pure-blood families an excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic." Labastan The gruff voice interrupted Lucius, as his brother Rudolphs used to love to do.

"Lucius, before you go to complete the next excavation mission, use your undisclosed identity to go back to England and contact those pure-blood families who did not choose us before. They wanted to join Harris before, but now the situation has become In this way, a group of idiots... Be careful not to reveal our information in front of your son, your son's position will be useful to us in the future..." Voldemort's eyes widened viciously, interrupting Lucius' rebuttal, he jokingly He mocked, "Also, Rabastan, bring some people back to the UK to complete your idea, and bring that idiot Crabbe to give him a chance... As for the pure blood outside of the UK, go August."

"I will obey your wishes, master..." Lucius was worried that the Dark Lord had started to focus on Draco again, but at least it seemed that he had no further plans for a short time.

"By the way, when you return to England, let Narcissa come and accompany Bella."