The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

In a gloomy hut, dozens of hooded wizards and wizards have gathered here...

Surrounded by them are two people——

"My lord Dark Lord... please punish me!" Joseph Yaxley whispered in his hoarse voice with a look of fear on his face.

His face was deformed due to fear.

Kneeling on the ground, Yaxley confessed piously: "I'm sorry, Lord Dark Lord... I didn't know that things would develop like this, that damned Greengrass, she must have deceived us...she had I've always been very close to Dumbledore..."

Voldemort didn't make any sound, he just stood there silently, leaving Yaxley with a mysterious back.

Many Death Eaters around couldn't help shivering...

Most Death Eaters have followed the Dark Lord for many years, and they are well aware of the Dark Lord's style——

He made such a mistake and led the Dark Lord into the trap of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, but in the end he still failed to catch the boy and failed to complete the set goal... In the eyes of the Death Eaters, Yaxley has already It was a dead man.

"Wormtail!" said Voldemort suddenly.

"I'm here, master..." A short, bald man with gray hair ran up to Voldemort and handed an exquisite jar to his master.

Voldemort gulped down the contents of the jar before looking back.

Yaxley's face was almost touching the cold floor, and the rest of the Death Eaters were too scared to be rough.

"No, Joseph!" To their surprise, the Dark Lord's voice was unusually gentle: "You didn't make any mistakes, why should I punish you?"

There was no irony in his voice, but a hint of concern.

"Master..." Yaxley froze, he never expected the Dark Lord to be so eloquent.

"Even if there is a mistake, it has nothing to do with you...I believe in you!" The Dark Lord's voice was unusually calm, but there was a hint of terror: "Greengrass can't lie to me, if she wants her daughter's life ..."

After a pause, the Dark Lord continued: "But there is no doubt that the boy and Dumbledore knew about our plan, or at least part of it, so they prepared in advance..."

Voldemort stopped talking, and then his scarlet eyes began to look at every pair of eyes in the room.

All Death Eaters, like Yaxley, bowed their heads.

"So, all of you here, all of you who knew about this plan in advance... could be the one who conveyed the message to Dumbledore!" Voldemort said grimly, "Of course, except for Wormtail... because he doesn't Know our plan!"

"Hahaha!" Voldemort thought he had told a joke, and started laughing.

No one else dared to laugh with him...not even the main character of the joke, Peter Pedilou.

"Of course, it's just a joke..." Voldemort continued, still with a smile on his face: "Maybe, as you Yaxley said, it was that stupid woman Greenglass who revealed it to Dumbledore... "

"But I know very well..." The Dark Lord's style of painting suddenly changed: "You are standing here, on my side...but you may not believe that I will win the victory, many of you are preparing for yourself Road, right?"

"Lord Dark Lord, I will always remain loyal to you!" Joseph Yaxley argued hastily.

At the same time, there were many echoes.

"Loyalty...don't talk about it!" Voldemort continued: "You may think that Dumbledore has the upper hand now, but Dumbledore is old, and he doesn't have long to live...we just Need to wait quietly..."

"Master...you mean, under your arrangement, Dumbledore will die?" Death Eater Pierce Thicknesse asked with a look of surprise.

"I have nothing to promise you, Pierce." Voldemort smiled coldly: "The only thing I can promise you is that if you are loyal to me instead of betraying me, in the near future You will win the highest award!"

...

After a short speech, the Death Eaters seemed to have been greatly encouraged by their declining momentum, and they all looked flushed.

They also started discussing some "business"——

"Master, about those hostages..." Wormtail asked softly.

The "encounter" on the west coast was not fruitless... A dozen or so employees of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic were all captured by the Death Eaters and taken to their lair.

The purpose of the Dark Lord was to catch one of the boys who concealed his identity... Clinker According to the confessions of those Ministry of Magic employees, one of them was missing, and it was probably that boy!

Although the set goal was not achieved, the rest of the Ministry of Magic employees were still in the hands of the Death Eaters.

"Hostage?" Voldemort frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

"Do you need me to help you, Lord Dark Lord... Killing those pure-blood traitors and mudbloods may dirty your hands!" Yaxley on the side hurriedly said courteously.

"No!" Voldemort shook his head meaningfully: "They are our hostages, how could we kill them so easily... You know, we also have quite a few hostages, and they are now in the hands of the Ministry of Magic."

"You mean...to exchange hostages with the Ministry of Magic?" Yaxley suddenly looked embarrassed: "This may be very difficult. The current Auror is Rufus Scrimgeour, and you should know him... Although he is stupid, he will appear extremely stubborn when it comes to our problems..."

"I didn't say I was going to send someone to find Scrimgeour." Voldemort sneered.

"Are you looking for Amelia Burns?" Yaxley added: "The newly promoted female minister, her brother who died was once Albus Dumbledore's most trusted confidant, There are at least ten members of her family who have dedicated their lives to our cause... I don't think she will compromise..."

"No, follow my orders, Yaxley!" Voldemort said calmly, "Take a few photos of those hostages, capture their frightened expressions, and send them to the Daily Prophet, that's all... ..."

Yaxley looked a little taken aback.

"Go ahead and do it!" Voldemort ordered in a low voice.