Chapter 966 Death Eater Meeting
Scotland, Voldemort’s lair.
The old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, was finally repaired recently and welcomed back to its owner.
At this moment, in the dim hall, Voldemort was sitting on the dark velvet chair in the main seat, looking at the Death Eaters in front of the long table. His eyes finally stopped on one of the Death Eaters, and he asked hoarsely: "Yaxley, any news from our old friend?"
"Master, Karkaroff did not dare to return to Durmstrang School. The traitor was afraid and hid. I found the person who last saw him. When I went there, Karkaroff had already left. I am afraid that I would find him. It still takes some time.”
The Death Eater named Yaxley trembled slightly after being named by Voldemort. He lowered his head and respectfully reported the latest news to the Dark Lord.
"Find Karkaroff, and I will go over and execute the traitor with my own hands. No one can survive after betraying Voldemort."
The cold murderous intent revealed in Voldemort's scarlet eyes made all the Death Eaters present shiver.
This is a warning!
They all knew that Karkaroff was dead, no matter where he was hiding, he was dead.
"Some of our loyal friends are still imprisoned in Azkaban," Voldemort said softly. "I think they can't wait to leave that **** prison and return to our great cause."
"Master, you plan to attack Azkaban and liberate the imprisoned..." Before Malfoy could finish his words, he was interrupted by Voldemort raising a big pale hand.
Malfoy immediately fell silent.
"The dementors must turn to our side. It is not difficult to convince them." Voldemort looked around at his friends (it may be more appropriate to call them "servants") "Who will convince the dementors. Of course, not now, after re- Before we grow bigger, we can’t be exposed to people now, it’s necessary to hide ourselves well.”
"And..." Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird smile, "As far as I know, Minister of Magic Fudge is causing trouble for Dumbledore. This is a good opportunity."
The Death Eaters all lowered their heads, and few were willing to deal with dementors.
“Avery.” Voldemort named him.
"Master." Avery felt Voldemort's gaze and lowered his head: "I am willing to persuade the group of dementors for you and invite them to join our great cause."
"Very good." Voldemort looked away from Avery and continued: "McNeil, I need you to go for me and convince those brainless giants to join our great cause."
"I am glad to be of service to you." McNeil bowed slightly to Voldemort.
"I need someone to help me convince the werewolves." Voldemort said contemptuously. "Although those hairy beasts are unreliable, Voldemort can make them use their last remaining energy."
"My master." Lucius volunteered and said, "I am willing to convince the werewolves for you. Fenrir Greyback can organize the scattered werewolves into an army and offer you his loyalty."
"Very good." Voldemort looked down at the silent shadow, "Severus, I hope you can bring me some good news."
"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has held two gatherings so far. They have set the headquarters of the Order at Sirius Black's house. Since Dumbledore cast the Fidelity Charm there, I cannot reveal more information to you." Snape looked at Voldemort calmly and said respectfully: "The second meeting was just yesterday. Dumbledore asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to strengthen the security around Harry Potter. He asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to keep an eye on Harry Potter, avoid any surprises.”
“Is there any more?”
Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Snape so sharply that several people nearby looked away.
"Dumbledore is busy dealing with the Ministry of Magic, but he doesn't seem to care much about those false titles." Snape thought for a while and continued: "One more thing, Sirius got a prophecy from somewhere."
“Prophecy?”
The Death Eaters began to whisper.
"Yes, Black claimed that the prophecy came from a certain master of prophecy." Snape waited for a while, and seeing that Voldemort did not speak, he continued, "That prophecy shows that a disaster will happen in Azkaban soon. A collective prison break. Minister of Magic Fudge will step down next year, and his successor will die at the hands of his master. At that time, the entire British wizarding world will usher in the darkest moment, and the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will be destroyed. Under the control of the master, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and Harry, the savior, will become a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic."
“Do you know who made the prophecy?”
Voldemort has already been tricked by the **** prophecy once, so he is extra cautious this time, especially since the person in front of him is the one who tricked him.
"I don't know, Black didn't say, but the man seemed to have rejected Dumbledore's invitation. I heard that he thought the Order of the Phoenix was not strict enough and there might be spies or traitors." Snape pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing.
“This prediction is quite accurate.”
Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a strange smile.
The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because it was indeed true. Isn't the person in front of him a spy hiding in the Order of the Phoenix?
"It seems that Dumbledore has found a guy who is good at prophecy. I need you to find out his identity." Voldemort was not surprised. He had suffered losses from Nico Flamel before. Prophecies usually target themselves. The dangers are acute.
“Barty once reminded me that there is a famous Mudblood at Hogwarts who is good at prophecy.”
Speaking of the prophecy, Voldemort seemed to remember something again. He stared at Snape and asked, "I remember you reported to me before, what was the name of the Mudblood who defeated Barty?"
“Albert Anderson, master,” said Snape.
"You don't seem to have told me about this?" Voldemort asked, squinting his eyes.
“There are indeed rumors in Hogwarts school that Albert Anderson is a diviner, but it is unlikely that he is a Muggle wizard.”
"what you think?"
“I have not seen his prophecies, but I know that his mind is very good.”
Snape noticed that Voldemort was looking at him and explained: "Although he has had some success in divination, I think he may have learned some tricks from Sybill Trelawney. With his cleverness, Your brain can always easily convince others to believe in you.”
"Take his recent prophecy as an example. The mudblood told everyone that he sensed the danger before the third project." Snape lowered his voice and said, "But... in fact, many people realized that Potter became a warrior. There's something wrong with the idea that someone is trying to do something to Potter, and that's never going to be a good thing."
"The mudblood said this as a prophecy. In order to make his words seem more true, he also used this as an excuse to ask Dumbledore for combat skills, but Dumbledore refused."
“His prophecy came true.”
"I would not be surprised at all if the prophecy Black received really came from him. This is his genius. After learning that the master has returned, attacking Azkaban is inevitable." Snee Pu explained, "As long as the master announces his return, Cornelius Fudge will inevitably step down. After these things happen, many people will believe that he has prophetic abilities."
“What a new thing.”
"Find the Mudblood and bring him to me. Are you willing to take the lead, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew, "I remember it was him who sent you to Azkaban Prison."
Peter Pettigrew, who had been huddled in the corner from the beginning, murmured, "Lord, Master, if this is your will, I, I am willing to-"
"Go, I don't need you to sacrifice yourself," Voldemort said lazily: "You just need to find his residence, and someone else will bring it to me. The mudblood almost ruined my plan and caused For Batty's death, he needs to pay the price."
There was a slight commotion among the people at the long table. The group of wizards who hated Albert were excited about Voldemort's decision.
"With all due respect, Master, you need to be prepared to deal with that mudblood." Snape reminded, "If you are not absolutely sure, I suggest you don't touch him, so as not to alert the enemy."
"It's rare that you would give such a comment to a Mudblood." Voldemort waited for Snape to continue.
"I have taught him and know him. It is undeniable that he is a genius. Many people think that he is the next Dumbledore." Snape raised his voice so that the Death Eaters around him could hear: "But that This guy gave me a very dangerous feeling."
Hearing Snape describe a mudblood as dangerous, all the Death Eaters present couldn't help laughing.
They are more dangerous.
"There are traces of the Fire Curse in the maze. No one knows how much dark magic the Mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and four helpers tried to surround him in the maze, but failed miserably. , and paid the price for it. I saw with my own eyes that Mudblood killed Crouch with the help of Fudge's hand, right in front of Dumbledore." Snape caused a wave of hatred for Albert, and also A reminder to all Death Eaters not to mess with him.
“It’s hard to believe it was a Mudblood.”
"There were rumors that Albert Anderson was the descendant of a well-known pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy suddenly said: "Otherwise, the old antiques in Wizengamot would not be able to accept him. This kind of The credibility of the rumor is very high.”
"Catch him. If the situation doesn't allow, kill him. Don't make too much noise." In Voldemort's eyes, the Mudblood was already dead.
“Lucius, you stay.”
After the meeting, Voldemort spoke.
The Death Eaters looked at Lucius jealously, got up and left one after another.
“Master, what are your orders?”
“I asked you to keep a diary?” There was a strange light in Voldemort’s scarlet eyes.
Not long ago, one of the things Snape reported to him was that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened two years ago.
“The diary is still with me, Master.”
Lucius tried his best to keep himself calm, but he didn't notice the trembling in his voice. He thought of the diary with a hole in it, and couldn't imagine what the Dark Lord looked like when he saw the diary. back…
“Don’t try to lie to me!”
Voldemort realized that Lucius Malfoy's reaction was wrong, and suddenly had a bad premonition.
"The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, Master." Lucius lowered his head lower, not daring to look at Voldemort.
“Really?” Voldemort asked.
"real."
"Liar, I see fear on your face." Voldemort pulled out his wand.
Lucius's body trembled slightly, he knew what he was going to face.
"The diary is indeed still with me, Master." Lucius repeated with a sullen face.
"Then bring me the diary. If it is still intact, you will get my reward. If..." Voldemort did not finish his words, but Malfoy was as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
“Go ahead, don’t keep me waiting too long.”
“Master.” Lucius suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, “The diary you gave me...”
Huge pain engulfed Malfoy, causing him to swallow back what he said in mid-sentence.
"The diary is damaged." Lucius gritted his teeth and endured the Cruciatus Curse, gasping.
“Damaged?” Voldemort repeated softly.
“I once tried to use a diary to open the secret room.” Lucius explained with a trembling voice.
“Bring me that diary and go now!” Voldemort ordered sullenly.
"Yes!" Malfoy's mind went blank, but he didn't dare to delay and hurried back to get the diary. Fortunately, he still had the items.
Voldemort knew very well that Horcruxes were protected by powerful black magic and could not be damaged. Malfoy said that if a Horcrux was damaged, it probably meant that he had lost a Horcrux.
However, once the Horcrux is destroyed, you should feel it. Could it be because I was not as good as a ghost at that time and couldn't feel it without a body?
Voldemort's face became even more gloomy when he thought of Nagini who was killed by Dumbledore, which meant that two of his Horcruxes had been destroyed.
Not long after, Malfoy hurriedly came back with Riddle's diary, which also confirmed Voldemort's guess. The diary was damaged, the soul fragments stored in it had completely disappeared, and there was a hole in the middle. Voldemort was extremely shocked and angry.
Has anyone found a way to destroy Horcruxes?
Malfoy, who originally thought that the diary was just the key to the secret room, was lying on the ground shivering.
“You betrayed my trust.”
A scream followed by Voldemort's voice.
"Who did it, who destroyed this diary?" Voldemort's cold voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death.
“Harry Potter!”
“Harry Potter has no such ability.”
“Dumbledore said that Harry Potter prevented this from happening, and that he also killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.” Lucius said tremblingly.
After Voldemort vented his inner anger and calmed down a little, he realized that he had underestimated Harry Potter too much. Especially after the Horcrux was accidentally destroyed, Voldemort realized the **** prophecy.
“The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches...born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times...born in the seventh month...”
Snape didn't overhear the whole story, so what was the other half?
He suffered greatly from this half of the prophecy.
"I will give you another task. Get the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries. Harry Potter and I have the prophecy ball. I need all the contents in the prophecy ball." Voldemort stared at the dying Malfoy and said hoarsely, "Don't let me down again."
"I will not let you down."
Even though he said this, Lucius Malfoy felt cold in his heart, because he knew very well that no one except the Silent Man knew about the situation in the Department of Mysteries, and it was impossible to get the Silent Man to speak.
As for the prophecy spoken by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew the prophecy, although he probably guessed what the content was.
The Dark Lord's powerful enemy, this is also the reason why the Dark Lord originally attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter. Facts have also proved that the prophecy seems to have come true.
“This matter will be kept secret for the time being, don’t tell anyone.”
“Yes, Master.” Lucius Malfoy lowered his head and said.
“Very good, you can go.”
Revised
(End of this chapter)