Chapter 97 95. Portrait
Voldemort patted the shoulder of a wizard whose face was flushed with excitement, and then looked at Dolohov who had been waiting nervously for a long time.
"And this one, Antonin Dolokhov, you must remember him. He performed very well in Slytherin when he was in school, and now he works as a castle administrator in school, It’s also busy and exhausting work, and the kids are at an unruly age.”
Hearing Voldemort's words, Dolohov's body trembled slightly due to excitement, and he said hastily.
"These are what I should do, Master."
"There is nothing that should or shouldn't be." Voldemort said with a smile, "Everyone of us is working to make the wizarding world have a better future. But you have been in this position for a long time, right?"
Dolokhov's eyes lit up for a moment, but then he hid it well again. The hideous face in front of the mudblood students showed a look like a good dog guarding the house. sincere.
"Under Master's hands, no matter what I do, it is the greatest honor in my life!"
"But talented people can't just waste their talents like this. You have done very well as an administrator in these years. I am very satisfied. Maybe next year you can get a position that is more suitable for your ability."
Dolokhov was obviously very excited, and he couldn't hide his excitement at all.
"Everything is under the master's arrangement!"
"Of course I will make arrangements in the future. Of course, you have to maintain your current achievements and do your job well."
With such a promise from him, it means that next year's promotion is guaranteed.
Dolokhov naturally wanted to express himself more at this time, he said with a serious face.
"I will live up to your expectations, sir!"
Now that this has been said, Dolohov will certainly not continue to "waste time" at the banquet. In order to show his merits of being hardworking and busy, the Christmas dinner was just over halfway, and he said goodbye to Voldemort in advance , left the banquet hall and returned to Hogwarts Castle.
At this time, it was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the teachers and students in the castle auditorium were still enjoying a big meal. After Dolohov came back, he first went to the auditorium to stay for a while.
However, he naturally had nothing to chat with these faculty and staff who have not entered the upper core circle of the magic world at all. He just casually mentioned a few words about the prosperity of another Christmas dinner with a haughty face, and then left and went to the basement .
In fact, he is very clear about what Voldemort really appreciates about him. Discipline those pure-blood and half-blood students, no matter who they are, it is the same. Only in managing mudbloods, what he does is most satisfactory to that gentleman .
Dolokhov happily hummed the new tune of the Weird Sisters Band, came to the "banquet hall" of the Mudblood, opened the door and walked in.
After he entered the door, the basement, which could barely be called a relaxed atmosphere, became quiet in an instant.
Every Mudblood student looked at him, and before they met his gaze, they lowered their heads in fear, and among these people, there was a girl who was not very old when he entered the door. The moment suddenly turned pale.
The two prefects welcomed Dolohov in with obsequious smiles.
Ignoring the cold and warm greetings of the two who were not even dog legs, he was very sensitive to the number of Mudblood students, and after scanning everyone in the basement, he frowned the next moment.
The male prefect Bit, who accepted Jon's leave, smiled even more humblely at this time,
"It's Randy Smith. He came to me and told me that he was not feeling well, so he went back to the dormitory to rest early."
"Not feeling well?" Dolokhov asked again, raising his voice.
But this time, a girl's voice trembling suddenly rang out among the students below.
"First, sir, Randy ate a biscuit that he hid before noon and was reluctant to eat it. Then, he ate it and broke his body."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Dolohov's mouth, as if mocking the Mudblood for living like a mouse.
He seemed to be in a really good mood, he didn't look very angry, but said very casually to the girl who stood up.
"Go and call him over immediately, even if he is about to die of illness, there is no reason why a Mudblood can still lie on the bed while I am standing talking."
"Yes, yes, sir."
The girl named Hermione hurried out of the basement, and ran all the way towards the bedroom.
Jon walked up the spiral staircase for about three or four floors, which was obviously beyond the height of Hogwarts, and he could still go up all the way, just because he had come to an independent tower at this time among.
Walked to the end of the stairs, a closed wooden door appeared in front of him.
Coming here, Jon became more cautious.
He didn't reach out to push the door directly, but squatted down carefully at the end of the steps, and then took out a straw-like thing from the cloth bag.
Aberforth prepared this thing for him. The first time he used it was supposed to be on the door from the hall to the principal's office, but the basilisk had already knocked open the door by itself, and Jon had no chance to use it. , but he has not forgotten that he has such a thing.
He inserted the straw through the crack at the bottom of the wooden door, then squinted his right eye to look at one end of the straw, and the other end of the straw that had been inserted into the other side of the door quietly turned into a A shape like a periscope.
Through this little magic prop called "Telescopic Eye", Jon saw the scene in the room at the top of the tower outside the door.
The space inside is very small, and there is only a desk and a chair, and a book and a quill are simply placed on the table.
It's such a simple room, but there are three portraits hanging on the surrounding walls!
The three portraits are obviously magical portraits.
The old witch on the far left is dozing off with her head down, the wizard with a gloomy face in the middle lowered her head, thinking about something, and the portrait on the right is a young man, chattering about Jon listening No words!
The moment he saw these three portraits, Jon quickly and carefully pulled out the retractable eyes from the crack in the door!
The basilisk in the hall of the principal's office is really just a basic guard, and the real guards are actually these three paintings!
Next chapter before 12 o'clock
(end of this chapter)