Ch 746-750

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a slight knock on the door came from the door of the practice room.

"Come in!" Ivan immediately returned to God and said.

The next moment, the door of the practice room was opened, and Joseph and the others walked in tremblingly.

When he saw a black wizard whose life and death were unknown in the practice room fell to the ground, Joseph's body trembled involuntarily, and then he cautiously reminded him.

"Your Excellency Hals... your mother has something important to look for you..."

"Okay, I'll go over now." Ivan patted the dust on his body, replied casually, and then stepped towards the door.

Joseph and the others were familiar with the fifteen black wizards' wands, and by the way judged the severity of their injuries.

Minor injuries are temporarily left alone, and severely injured patients are sent to the infirmary.

After wandering around for a while, Joseph was a little surprised that no one died today...

We must know that deaths inevitably occurred in the previous few times.

Could it be that Lord Hals suddenly showed kindness?

No, that doesn't exist!

Joseph shook his head, so there is only one possibility left-the number of prisoners as the test objects is not enough, so we must be more cautious, and the methods should not be as brutal as before.

Wanting to understand this, Joseph couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about before was that the prisoners died too much, and someone lacking manpower would force them to act as guinea pigs for magic experiments.

Although no one knows what the Lord Hals is going to do to gather so many prisoners every day, judging from the injuries of these people and the memory of being eliminated, it is probably an experiment of some kind of cruel magic.

As for why not fighting?

Are you kidding me, 15 wizards, together, it's hard to warm up Your Excellency Hals before the war...

Joseph leaned down and carried a seriously injured patient, feeling a little sympathy in his heart. For these people, death might be a relief.

Ivan, who had just walked to the door, naturally heard the voices of Joseph and others.

After these days of uninterrupted practice, his mind-consciousness has successfully broken through to level seven, and he can read his mind freely without having to look at each other.

But this is not a good thing, but it adds a lot of trouble to him.

Because from the feedback received from mind-reading in the past few days, his image in the minds of his subordinates seems to be getting more and more terrifying. Even in the minds of many people, he has replaced Voldemort as the one who dare not call his name. Mystery man.

The specific reason is of course related to the magic practice in the recent period.

Every evening, he would order the law enforcement officers to pull the lightly injured wizards in the cages into the wide practice room, and then all these people would be carried out in a coma after dozens of minutes.

To some extent, this process is indeed very frightening to outsiders, but Ivan has indeed tried his best, and he cannot keep his hands against a dozen wizards at the same time, at best avoiding the use of lethal magic.

The prisoners who unfortunately died in the practice had nothing to do with him, and they were basically all accidentally injured by friendly forces.

For example, the hapless guy yesterday was hit by a teammate's blasting spell and died on the spot. He couldn't save it if he wanted to...

"Your Excellency Hals!"

Ivan walked slowly, and when he crossed a corridor, two law enforcement officers guarding there saluted respectfully.

Seeing that they seemed a little nervous, Ivan smiled and nodded at them.

Ivan's evil smile made the backs of the two law enforcement officers chill, and they shivered together.

They heard the wailing sound in the practice room just now. Compared with other untruthful wizards, they kept guarding here. Of course, they knew that Ivan was not practicing magic, but fighting these prisoners.

So they came to a conclusion that His Excellency Hals seemed to be gentle, but in fact he was extremely cruel, with serious abuse and violent tendencies, so that it would be uncomfortable not to beat people for a day.

After detecting the thoughts of the two, Ivan's face suddenly froze, and his smile solidified on his face, looking a bit hideous.

[It's over, the Lord Hals is as moody as the rumors...] The two law enforcement officers thought tremblingly.

Ivan's forehead bounced with blue veins, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he resisted the urge to take out his magic wand and beat the two of them. He didn't want to have any more weird rumors about himself tomorrow.

After leaving the basement, Ivan was annoyed and directly dispelled the mind of detention, this magic really couldn't be on all the time, otherwise he would be **** to death one day.

Walking all the way to the living room, Ivan barely calmed down the ups and downs, opened the door and saw Aysia sitting on the sofa looking through some letters.

"Mom, do you have anything to do with me?" Ivan asked.

"No, take a look, your little girlfriend sent it! It should have been in the mailbox at the entrance of the store for a few days. I just happened to see it when I passed by today..." Aisia handed the letter in hand to Ivan said jokingly.

Ivan took the letter in a little embarrassment, and looked at Aysia reluctantly. "What are you doing peeking at my letter?"

Noting Ivan's resentful expression, Aysia couldn't help laughing. She vaguely remembered that she hadn't seen a similar look on Ivan's face for years.

"I didn't take a peek specially, just to make sure that these letters are okay. Mysterious people might do some tricks secretly, manipulate the letters, and then pretend to be your friends and send the letters over..." Explained.

Ivan rolled his eyes and didn't believe a word, but he didn't know anything about Aisia, so he could only turn his attention to the envelopes in his hand, and took out the parchment inside and looked at it.

To Ivan's relief, Hermione only mentioned her current situation in this letter, as well as some interesting things that happened when she was a guest at Black's house.

For example, George and Fred tried to use telescopic ears to eavesdrop on the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, or for example, she met a new witch named Tonks, who was Disguise Animagus who could transform at will...

Do you leak information about the Order of the Phoenix like this ~www.mtlnovel.com~Does Dumbledore know?

Ivan shook her head, and Hermione was too careless.

Although the little witch is smart enough, her mind probably still stays in the fight between the students, without realizing that they are now fighting a real wizarding war!

If this letter is intercepted in the middle, it will be difficult to handle.

Even now... Ivan tilted her head and glanced at Aisia. She was holding paper and pen to record the key information mentioned in these letters and everyone's name, especially the name of Tonks.

A witch who can change her appearance at will, if used well, can cause them a lot of trouble...

"No, don't remember, mother, I have a list of most of the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix." Ivan hurriedly took the pen and paper from Aysia's hand.

If Hermione knew that she was using the letter she sent for analysis and intelligence, she would definitely cry...

Do you have a list of the personnel of the Order of the Phoenix?" Aysia looked at Ivan suspiciously.

"Kingsley Shaker, Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, Dedalo Dego, Stoke Podmore, Emily Vance, Mondungus Frye Odd..." Ivan named more than a dozen wizards in a row, considering that Harry and the others were not qualified enough, so Ivan did not include their names.

Aysia was very surprised. Of course, she believed that Ivan would not aimlessly, and she knew some of the people on this list, and they were indeed members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"They are the main force of the Order of the Phoenix, and there are some spies and dumb guns without magic that have not been recorded..." Ivan added.

Of course, he found these names from his memory. If they were the same as the original time and space, the Order of the Phoenix reorganized by Dumbledore should also be this group of talents.

Thinking of this, Ivan was somewhat surprised. After counting, he discovered that all the main members of the Order of the Phoenix together turned out to be only more than a dozen people.

Compared to his law enforcers and Voldemort's Death Eaters army, the difference is more than a star and a half, which is considered the weakest of the three forces.

However, Ivan soon thought that Dumbledore had a lot of friends, and his reputation in the magical world was unmatched. Although many righteous men did not clearly join the Order of the Phoenix, they were still willing to be Dumbledore's help.

If you count this power, it will be enough to contend with them.

"Is that werewolf Lupin your undercover agent?" Aisia pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked.

In her opinion, Ivan was able to know everyone's name so accurately, mostly because there was a "owner" in the Order of the Phoenix.

Among these wizards, Lupin, who was a werewolf, was the most suspicious.

After all, Ivan was in charge of the wolf poison potion, and he was studying the method to cure the werewolves, so he could easily persuade the opponent to come over.

"No, don't guess...it's not the news he revealed!" Ivan shook his head and hurriedly denied.

Although Aixia's brain is very reasonable, but the relationship between herself and Lupin is quite good, it is better not to cheat each other...

"In short, don't worry about the Order of the Phoenix. I have my own arrangements. You only need to keep an eye on the actions of the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters..." Ivan said with discretion.

He didn't know the contradiction between Aysia and Dumbledore, but the other party had been alive soon.

Once the white wizard dies, the past hatred will disappear, and there is really no need for them to target the Order of the Phoenix.

Aysia nodded, since Ivan had already planned, then she would naturally not make trouble.

Looking down at the list of personnel who had just been recorded, Aysia said with emotion.

"Unexpectedly, even Kingsley Shaker was from the Order of the Phoenix. I heard Dougt say that this man is very capable and he didn't deal with Arthur Weasley very much. I was still hesitating whether to treat him Bring in..."

"Those contradictions were probably deliberately pretended by Kingsley. He didn't win Fudge. How could he pass on Dumbledore's information from the Ministry of Magic?" Ivan casually replied, looking at the letters in his hand one by one, and saw At the last letter, his expression stopped.

Among the several envelopes Aysia gave him, one was unopened, and there was no signature on it.

Ivan looked up at Aysia suspiciously.

"Detective magic is attached to this letter. If anyone other than you opens the letter, the paper inside will immediately self-destruct." Aysia explained that the use of magic in the letter is very clever, and even she is incapable of it. Crack it.

"Is that so?" Ivan muttered to himself.

He had roughly guessed who the letter was sent, and he opened the envelope directly.

"Sure enough... it was sent by the teacher!" Ivan took out the letter and looked at the famous at the end of the parchment. Just as he thought, at this time, only Nico Lemay was sending a letter to himself in such a special way. .

"What did he say in the letter?" Aysia asked curiously.

"Well, the teacher said in the letter that I congratulate me for defeating Voldemort... and let me go there if I have time in the near future." Ivan briefly described the content of the letter, and then muttered to himself.

"Strange, how did the teacher know about my defeat of Voldemort? Did the news spread so quickly? Shouldn't..."

Aisia didn't feel surprised. Alchemists like Nico Lemay always have some special news channels.

What's more, more than 200 people have witnessed what happened in Turnover Alley. If they wanted to check it, they couldn't keep it away anyway.

"Then when are you going to go by, and will you leave today?" Aisia said with a bit of dismay, Ivan only stayed home for more than a week this summer, and they are basically busy with the affairs of Knockout Alley every day. I haven't been able to get together.

Ivan wanted to say that he would leave tonight, but looked at the dissatisfied expression on Aisia's face, and temporarily changed his words to adjust the time to three days later.

It just so happens that he still has some things to prepare, such as making some magic props to cope with the test set by Nick LeMay.

Well, I have to write to Hermione to write tonight, this time I must not forget it.

Ivan secretly thought about what to do before leaving,

Although he can use Apparition to shuttle between two locations, Nick LeMay once told him that when he uses Apparition to enter and exit the safe house, it will affect the protection magic there, so he expects to be able to go back and forth in a week. One time is good.

...

At night, on a hillside dozens of miles away from this, Snape's figure suddenly emerged from the void.

He glanced left and right, the place was deserted, and it looked very dilapidated.

The traces of the last war are faintly visible. The soft soil is full of big pits blown out by magic. A tombstone with a missing corner is inserted diagonally into the soil, and there is still a bush near the edge. There are traces of being burnt out by flames.

Snape frowned. It didn't seem to be a meeting place.

Suddenly, a strong tingling sensation rushed into my heart, and his left arm was as if burned by fire. Snape hurriedly pulled up his sleeves, and the black mark engraved on his left arm moved slowly.

The serpentine imprinted serpent wriggled its body, making a round of neighing noises, and the hollow eyes of the skull and skull burst out with a weird red light...

Then a bunch of information was accurately conveyed to his mind.

[Riddle House is located on a hillside next to a village on the southwest side of England...]

This is... the Courageous Faithful Curse? !

Snape's pupils shrank slightly, and the forgotten memories in his mind resurfaced.

He turned his head abruptly, and a spacious and majestic mansion appeared in front of him out of thin air...

Snape stared at the mansion that appeared out of nowhere, vaguely thinking of something.

Could it be said that the rumor is true?

Besides, he couldn't think of the reason why Voldemort needed to hide with the Curse of Fidelity...

Snape reached out his hand and wanted to get the newspaper in his pocket, but in the end he stopped, his complexion regained his calmness, and strode towards the door of Riddle House.

The appearance of Riddle's Mansion was very different from when he came last time, without the feeling of decay and run-down.

The entrance doors and windows were polished brightly, the roof tiles were also refurbished, and the ground in front of the door was covered with a thick carpet. The decoration was very grandiose incompatible with the desolate surroundings.

Walking to the door, Snape keenly found a dark mark engraved on the doorknob. When he put his hand on it, there was a tingling pain in his left arm.

The door opened automatically.

Snape crossed the threshold to enter it. The entire front hall was already full of people. All the Death Eaters outside had arrived. It seemed that he was the latest one to come.

Noting this, Snape quickened his pace and went straight to the first place on the right.

After the wound healing two weeks ago, Voldemort's trust in him had risen to a higher level. It can be said that before the group of madmen in Azkaban were released, he was second only to Voldemort.

"You should have heard the news, right?"

As soon as Snape stood up, there was a whisper in his ear, and he turned his head slightly, speaking to Lucius Malfoy who was standing next to him.

Lucius still wore his aristocratic black robe, frowning, and a somewhat unnatural look on his pale, pointed face.

"What? You believe that rumor? Lucius?" Snape's eyes narrowed.

"No, of course I don't doubt the master's power... It's just the source of some curious news." Lucius' right hand gently stroked the snake stick in his hand, his eyes moved slightly to the left, and he replied absently.

Only then did Snape notice that his student Draco Malfoy was standing beside Lucius, with a look of trepidation. Those eyes looked uncomfortably left and right, and looked at himself from time to time, probably It is because of fear that I have never been able to say hello.

Although Snape was a little surprised as to why Draco was here, he didn't mean to ask him actively. This is the residence of the Dark Lord. Maybe there is some surveillance magic assigned to them. They need to be cautious in every move.

Apart from them, the rest of the Death Eaters were also whispering. Snape couldn't hear him clearly, but he thought it was related to the rumor.

At this moment, the door was opened again, and a tall and thin figure walked in from outside the door.

The front hall suddenly became very quiet, everyone closed their mouths, and slightly lowered their heads to assume the most submissive and humble gesture...

The candlelight swayed gently, and the light in the room seemed to dim a bit, and the blazing fire leaning against the corner was suppressed by an inexplicable force with only a few flames left.

"You are welcome to join this rally." Voldemort walked all the way to the very end of the front hall, and a slightly hoarse voice came out of his thin, **** mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort's gaze stopped on everyone, and he said harshly again. "But it seems that some of you don't seem to be so happy with me..."

The Death Eaters present were all anxious, Snape lowered his head to avoid looking at Voldemort, while Draco shrank behind Lucius in fear.

Voldemort felt the fear rising in everyone's hearts, and spoke while pacing in the front hall.

"Yeah, I must have heard some bad rumors recently. The strongest wizard in the magical world, the invincible Dark Lord, suffered a major setback in Knockdown Alley and was caught by a little devil who just turned fifteen. It was defeated... right?"

Voldemort's low voice echoed all around with a hint of irritation, and no one dared to answer. The silence lasted for a long time, until a Death Eater yelled frantically.

"This must be a rumor! The master is the most powerful wizard ever and cannot be defeated!"

The condensed atmosphere on the court was instantly broken, and it was reflected that the Death Eaters had verbally denounced the false rumor and admired the mighty power of the Dark Lord.

"You're right, McNeill..." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the Death Eaters who were firm on the surface, but half-trusted in reality, and explained.

"But I did ran into some trouble in Knockout Alley the other day. There is nothing to conceal about this!"

As soon as these words came out, many Death Eaters' eyes widened, and some couldn't believe what they heard.

When they got the news before, they all sneered, a little devil head defeated the powerful Dark Lord?

Are you kidding me? This is even more absurd than Dumbledore preparing to join the Death Eaters!

Only in the week after receiving the news, Voldemort's whole person was like missing, and he was nowhere to be found, plus the few photos that went viral, which made them believe a little bit.

Now after hearing that Voldemort personally confirmed the authenticity of this incident, McNeill had a faint feeling of faith collapse.

Voldemort ignored these people's gazes, and said to himself. "As you can see, I underestimated the enemy. I went too aggressively. I went deep into the opponent's station under the condition of misestimating the strength of Ivan Hals. As a result, I was placed..."

There were too many eyewitnesses to the battle that took place in Knockturn Alley that night~www.mtlnovel.com~ It was impossible to hide it completely. Instead of these people guessing, it would be better for him to speak out directly and set the tone for this matter.

"It must be that kid who instructed all the wizards in Knockout Alley to besiege you together..." Lucius Malfoy defended it very eloquently.

"You can say that... but this is still a shameful failure anyway!" Voldemort glanced at Lucius, his expression very indifferent.

Voldemort's words made the Death Eaters present a sigh of relief. It turned out that their master was besieged by many wizards in Knockdown Alley, and then defeated because of underestimating the enemy, and could only temporarily evacuate.

"Master, did you summon us this time to break into Knockout Alley and kill that kid?" McNeill asked.

Voldemort's flat snake face twitched slightly and shook his head slowly. "No hurry, Ivan Hals recruited a large number of people in Knockoff Alley. It is difficult for you to compete with the large number of law enforcement officers..."

"Using brute force has always been the dullest method, I have a better way to deal with him!" Voldemort added.

McNeill closed his mouth immediately, and the heart that Lucius and others had been holding was also relieved, which meant that they didn't have to fight this tough battle.

You must know that even the Dark Lord has stumbled in Knock Down Alley. The danger there is generally visible. If they have their lives, they may not have their lives to come back...

"Severus, you coach at Hogwarts, and you should be familiar with Ivan Hals. What kind of person do you think he is?" Voldemort suddenly turned his head to look at Snape and asked.

Snape was stunned. He didn't expect Voldemort to ask this suddenly, but he quickly recovered, and he uttered after hesitated for a while.

"Difficult to evaluate... He is the weirdest and most gifted student I have ever met. He is smart, studious, and full of sense of justice, but sometimes he is out of order and despise authority.

On weekdays, he often confuses with Potter and Weasley. Dumbledore has praised him many times, and he has the meaning of letting him join the magic association..."

Listening to Snape's statement, McNeill and the others couldn't help frowning. In their opinion, Snape's raising Ivan Hals so much was undoubtedly a kind of contempt for his master.

However, Voldemort didn't mean to be angry at all.

"Very well, you didn't lie, Severus... It's a pity that everything you see is appearance." Voldemort said gloomily. "But that's right, his disguise is very good, you must have never seen his evil and defiant appearance!"

Snape and the others looked at Voldemort very suspiciously, and didn't quite understand what he meant.

Voldemort immediately spoke about what happened in Knockdown Alley that night, and said nothing about the battle between him and Ivan.

Lucius and others were stunned when they heard that Ivan Hals had pulled up a legion of law enforcers in Knock Down Alley and forcibly tied all the wizards there to the wizard market. When they heard his declaration, Lucius and others were shocked.

What kind of boldness is this, and how bold is it?

Is he really only fifteen years old?

Even standing next to Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, with a low brow and pleasing eyebrows, trembled.

Snape was also surprised. He had several contacts with Ivan Hals. He vaguely understood that the other party was not as gentle and polite as he seemed, but he never thought that Ivan Hals had such ambitions. !

This is simply the next Voldemort...

No, it's the Dark Lord who is more powerful than Voldemort!

"Ivan Hals has mastered a curse that can increase combat power in a short time, and intends to win the trust of Dumbledore, and then use this special curse to sneak and kill him..." Voldemort couldn't help but think of Ivana that night With an arrogant posture, his face became more and more ugly.

"Severus, I need you to find an opportunity to pass this news to Dumbledore..." Voldemort said gloomily.

"Yes, Master!" Snape replied with the shock in his heart and replied submissively.

"Dumbledore can never let him grow..." Voldemort muttered to himself, even he could feel the threat posed by Ivan Hals so deeply, not to mention the hypocritical one. The white wizard.

Once Dumbledore thoroughly sees the nature of Ivan Hals, the two sides will fight immediately, and in the end, no matter who loses or who wins, he can take advantage of him.

Thinking about this, Voldemort looked at a Death Eater with a fleshy face next to him, and spoke again. "Yaxley, since you are working in the Executive Department, you recently figured out a way to have the Ministry of Magic investigate Knockdown Alley, and I will let McNeil take care of assisting you.

The trash of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not as good as the Death Eaters he just gathered, let alone against the law enforcement legion.

In terms of strength, Dumbledore may not be the opponent of Ivan Hals, so he has to add a little more blockage to that kid... at least he can't spare time to trouble himself.

Yaxley and McNeill, who received the order, nodded quickly and agreed.

After talking about the strategy to deal with Ivan Hals, Voldemort turned his words to the tasks he had ordered some time ago.

Although he was planning to cause troubles to make the two rivals fight, even if he wanted to be the fisherman behind the scenes, he had to enhance his own strength as much as possible.

"Master, those dementors are already considering our suggestions. The recent move by the Ministry of Magic makes them very dissatisfied. I believe they will completely fall to us soon!" Pettigrew Peter said cautiously.

"Wormtail, I hope you can understand that my patience is limited. I will give you two more weeks at most..." Voldemort said impatiently.

He has had enough of these clerks, and eagerly hopes that those servants who are truly loyal to him will return to him as soon as possible.

And the first step is to get the dementors guarding Azkaban...

He casually warned Pettigrew Peter, and Voldemort turned his gaze to another Death Eater and asked. "Where are the werewolves?"

"Master, the werewolves led by Fenrir Greyback are happy to join us, but there is one condition..." Amicus Caro bowed slightly and hesitated for a while before replying. "They want the formula for the wolf poison potion."

Voldemort's brows frowned. Of course he knew who the inventor of the wolf poison potion was. Asking about the formula of the wolf poison potion from Ivan Hals was tantamount to a dream.

But soon he seemed to think of something again, his frown stretched out, and he turned to look at Snape.

Before Voldemort asked, Snape said straightforwardly~www.mtlnovel.com~I have deciphered the formula of the wolf poison potion, but the effect is a bit worse than the original version. "

"Good job, Severus, even if my loyal servants return, you will still be my most trusted right hand!" Voldemort said affirmatively.

He was very satisfied with Snape's performance. Among the countless bad news, this was the only good news.

"As for you, Carlo." Voldemort turned his head and looked at the Death Eater. "After the meeting is over, I will notify the werewolves. I agree to this condition, but the formula will not be handed over to them until the Ministry of Magic is breached. Before that, we will provide them with enough wolf poison potions every month."

"Understood!" Amicus Carlo responded with his head down.

After some questions and answers, the solemn atmosphere in the front hall eased a lot, only Lucius was still pale and worried.

Before long, Voldemort's dark and hoarse voice came from the front.

"Lucius Malfoy... don't you have anything you want to report to me? Or did you fail to complete the task I gave you?"

Lucius' figure trembled. He knew that he couldn't escape today, so he had to bite the bullet and speak. "Master... the wizards who took photos are extremely afraid of your power and have fled to America ahead of time. I have to go... a step too late..."

"In other words, they are all alive well?" Voldemort interrupted Lucius impatiently, and said harshly.

"Master, I beg you to give me another month...two weeks...no, in one week, I will definitely be able to bring their bodies to you..." Lucius knelt down on Voldemort's without an image. At his feet, all the pure-blood honors and noble qualities of the past were all left behind, and he pleaded very humblely.

"Lucius, I have given you many opportunities, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it once." Voldemort looked at him disappointedly, and then suddenly asked. "Is the diary I kept in Malfoy's house still there?"

Lucius Malfoy, who knelt down and begged for mercy, was dumbfounded, with cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect Voldemort to suddenly ask about this. That diary was taken by him three years ago...

"You gave it to Ivan Hals, am I right?" Voldemort spoke slowly, a trace of killing intent appeared in the red eyes.

"Master, I just follow your instructions, get it in Hogwarts at the most suitable time, and kill those mudbloods that don't deserve to be wizards. I also want to give it to Ivan Hals. Kill him with the help of the master's power..." Lucius trembling constantly, said tremblingly.

"But you didn't accomplish any of these things. You also damaged my diary, and even implicated another equally important thing... Guess how I would punish you, Lucius?"

Voldemort's eyes became sharper, and before Lucius Malfoy could reply, he waved his wand angrily.

"~ (heart-cutting bones

An unspeakable pain instantly invaded his whole body, and Lucius only felt that his flesh and blood had been torn apart, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, wailing in pain.

On the side Draco was shocked, he wanted to shout loudly, or jump on to rescue his father.

But the courage that rose in my heart all disappeared the moment I saw Voldemort, Draco seemed to be under a hold spell, with a few tears hanging in the corner of his eyes, staring blankly at his father's heart. Curse torture.

About a minute later, Voldemort put away his wand, and the screams and howls echoing in the front hall stopped.

Lucius got up reluctantly, and in spite of his embarrassment, he pleaded in a low voice. "Master... please, please give me another chance, I have always been loyal to you, Master."

"That's why I specially spared your life, Lucius..." Voldemort tapped the wand in his hand and turned his attention to Draco. "At least, you followed my instructions this time and brought your son here."

Seeing Voldemort turning his gaze to him, Draco stepped back in horror and almost fell to the ground.

Lucius was worried that Draco would offend Voldemort by saying the wrong thing, and hurriedly said. "Master, my son Draco has just turned fifteen this year. He is weak, I am afraid he can't help much..."

"I think he will be more useful than you." Voldemort interrupted Lucius' words, staring at Draco, and asked casually. "I heard that you and Ivan Hals are in the same grade, and have some friendship, right? Draco?"

Draco's face turned pale, and he shook his head frantically. "No, Master, I don't have any friendship with him. Hals is the person I hate the most. He maintains Potter and Weasley in school and makes trouble for me together. Snape...Professor Snape can do I testify!"

Having said that, Draco hurriedly looked at Snape next to him, as if he had found a straw.

Snape didn't disappoint him either, and nodded immediately. "Yes, Master, many people in Hogwarts know that Draco and Ivan Hals are very troublesome."

"Yes, I can't wait to kill him!" Draco Malfoy yelled in fear.

"Very well, if that's the case, then you go and kill him!" Voldemort said with a sneer.

The expression on Draco Malfoy's face froze for an instant, his mind was a little confused, and he stammered after a while. "But... but I am not his opponent..."

"Of course I don't expect you to confront him head-on, Draco." Voldemort said quietly. "You can think of other ways, such as putting poison in your food, setting up some traps, or something."

With each word Voldemort said, Draco's face became paler and his body trembling unceasingly.

Lucius did not expect Voldemort to have a whim, let his son assassinate Ivan Hals.

With the cunning and powerfulness of the opponent, the possibility of getting hit is very small, which is completely a move to send death.

Realizing this, Lucius couldn't care if he would offend the Dark Lord. Even if he wanted to persuade Voldemort to give up this idea, he was forced by Voldemort's intentional or unintentional aura to give him words that came close to his lips. Swallowed back.

At this moment Draco had been driven into desperation. He kept looking around, as if expecting someone to stand up and help himself, but no one responded.

Voldemort walked up to Draco step by step.

Seeing this strange snake face close at hand, Draco nodded in fear.

"Very well, Draco, you are such a brave kid." Voldemort put his hand on Draco's shoulder enthusiastically and said with satisfaction.

"If you can do this~www.mtlnovel.com~, then not only will I not account for your father's faults, but I will also treat you as a loyal right-hand and... successor!"

Voldemort's voice seemed to have a certain magical power. Draco could not help but think that after the mission was successful, he would be commended in public, and a large number of Death Eaters nodded more vigorously at the appearance of his words.

At this moment, a voice rang.

"Master, don't you want me to start a fight between Hals and Dumbledore? It might be a bad thing if Draco acted on Hals at this time."

Voldemort turned around and looked over with a slight dissatisfaction. It was Snape who spoke!

He didn't avoid Voldemort's sight, only a faintly confused and worried expression on his face.

Voldemort stared at Snape for a moment, then laughed suddenly and explained.

"Everything has to be prepared, Severus, if you provoke their plan to fail, then Draco will naturally come in handy..."

"Anyway, I need to see results in half a year, do you understand?" Voldemort added.

Snape should claim that it was, and Draco nodded hastily.

Voldemort was very satisfied, and the hand pressing on Draco's shoulder could not help but aggravated a bit, and a strong black gas continued to gush out from the part where the shoulder and the palm of the hand were in contact.

Draco hissed softly, gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly felt like his shoulders were being burned by a hot iron.

If Voldemort's power hadn't been taken into consideration, he would have shouted out.

After an unknown period of time, the hand was retracted, and the long pain finally ended. Draco knelt directly on the ground, sweating on his forehead and back.

"This is part of the reward I have given you in advance." Voldemort said lightly.

reward? Draco was a little unclear, so he thought it was the Dark Lord deliberately torturing himself.

Draco hurriedly pulled off his collar and took a look, only to realize that there was a skull mark on his shoulder.

A black python was slowly crawling out of the skull, as if it were alive, very mysterious.

This is the Mark of the Dark Devil? !

Draco recognized it instantly. He had seen the exact same pattern on his father's arm before, and he knew that it was a sign of Death Eater.

If only half a day ago, Draco would have been happy. He had always thought that becoming a Death Eater was an extremely prestigious thing, but now he has no heart to think about this, and his mind is full of the assassination mission...

Due to the small number of Death Eaters regrouping, Voldemort didn't mean to talk about it. The whole meeting only lasted more than an hour before it came to an end.

The Death Eaters who received the order did not dare to stay for a while, and soon used Apparitions to disperse.

Snape stepped out of Riddle's House, recalling the conversation with Dumbledore at Hogwarts Tower ten days ago.

[After I died, if one day Voldemort suddenly fell into great fear and panic all day long, it would prove that the time had come! ]

Snape frowned deeply. Originally, he thought Dumbledore had been burnt out by the potion he had made to make his mind so whimsical, but now it doesn't seem to be the case...

Whether it was the fierce loyalty curse covering the entire resident, or ordering himself and Draco to investigate and assassinate Ivan Hals, it undoubtedly proved one thing.

That is so powerful that Voldemort, who has made the entire magical world war-fighting, is afraid!

Fear of a little devil who is only fifteen years old.

And that person is not yet called Harry Potter...

This made Snape feel ridiculous, and at the same time he became even more curious about what happened in Knockout Alley that night, and why Voldemort was beaten and fled.

Is it possible...is this also in your calculations?

Dumbledore?

...

A few days passed in a flash, and under the compulsory intervention of law enforcement such as Fren, the entire Knockdown Alley was completely new.

In the past, the debris and garbage accumulated in the corners were cleaned up, and the unemployed people who wandered in the streets were all arrested and forced to participate in the street reconstruction work.

Not only that, the enthusiastic law enforcement officers will go from door to door to explain to them the new rules in the Knockover Alley, and give them a copy of the "New Century Declaration."

According to the descriptions of the law enforcement officers, this book contains the magnificent idea of ​​that adult, which every wizard in Knockdown Alley must understand and read.

They will also conduct an assessment every three months, and those wizards who fail the assessment will be put in prison and become experimental materials for that adult.

Under such intimidation and pressure, in just a few days, earth-shaking changes have taken place in Turnover Alley, and slogans of compliance and law-abiding have been posted door-to-door.

The two Aurors who entered the investigation here witnessed such a harmonious scene.

"Captain, shouldn't we come to the wrong place?" Sunny looked around, looking at the plaque [Speaking of Civilization, Creating New Styles], the whole person was blind.

Three years ago, she had been to Knockdown Alley several times, vaguely remembering that the streets were very messy at that time, and some black wizards squatting in the neighborhood often squatted around and glanced at herself with strange eyes, making her feel very uncomfortable.

But today's Knockdown Alley is completely different. There is no such unpleasant pungent smell. All the dark wizards with bad intentions are also gone, and the wizards who pass by from time to time mostly have reassuring smiles on their faces.

Has Knockoff Alley changed so much over the years?

Sunny was a little unacceptable for a while.

"I don't know what's going on, but it should be Knockout Alley here!" Delux shook his head, also surprised by the changes in Knockout Alley.

You should know that this is a gathering place for dark wizards, a place that the Ministry of Magic usually can't control, but now it looks orderly, and various propaganda slogans are posted on the surrounding walls.

Out of Auror's keen intuition, Dlex is 100% sure that there must be a problem.

The two exchanged opinions, and unanimously decided to find a few people to ask about the situation before talking, and then stopped a middle-aged witch who happened to pass by.

"Hello, madam, I heard that a conflict broke out in Knockout Alley the other day, is that right?" Sunny asked.

"No, you are misunderstood, there is no conflict breaking out here." The witch squinted her eyes and said with a smile. "That night, it was just a few familiar wizards who gathered together for a lively bonfire party."

"A campfire party?" Sunny's eyes widened.

The corners of Dawlish's mouth twitched.

The middle-aged witch nodded and described the scene of the bonfire party that night to the two vividly~www.mtlnovel.com~ In the second half of the night, several drunk witches were still interested in magical competition for a while. The house was burned, causing a lot of chaos...

Dawlish was dubious.

Although the other party's statement was a bit weird, it was at least far more reliable than the nonsense rumors that the resurrected black demon was defeated and escaped from Knockdown Alley.

"Then what's the matter with these things?" Sunny asked curiously, pointing to the slogan posted on the street wall.

The middle-aged witch explained with emotion. The chaotic situation in Knockout Alley a few years ago made every wizard living here feel pain in his eyes.

So they spontaneously united this year and drove away the dark wizards who made trouble, and decided to rebuild their own homeland.

And these propaganda slogans are their bright prospects for the future!

Sonny and Dawlish looked at each other stupidly, saying goodbye to the witch, walking on the tidy street full of question marks.

I'm afraid it's not a fake Knockover Alley...