Chapter 364: Old acquaintance

Dumbledore’s fame is almost unknown in Europe. The white wizard is famous, and Malfoy can escape from his hands at this age. It has to be amazing.
Voldemort's low tone rang again in the living room.
"Over the past ten years, many people have left us. During the first war, my loyal Death Eaters who were unwilling to get rid of their crimes stayed in Azkaban for the most difficult days, just, When I was about to rescue them, I could not see the hope of the future and was killed by the dementors."
"Those who claim to be just are just hypocritical hypocrites." Voldemort sneered.
In front of the round table, there was another noise.
But in fact, many people here do not understand what Voldemort said, just a subconscious response.
This is actually a group of scattered soldiers who lack cohesion.
There are black wizards in North America, black wizards in Africa, local vampires, foreign vampires, a large number of werewolves, a small number of goblins, and representatives of some giant tribes. They are here under the call of the black devil. Gather together.
Many of them only know that they are in front of a powerful black wizard who can unite their forces. Many internationally wanted wizards also choose to be here.
Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters are all dead. He can only choose this method to reorganize and expand his own power.
It turned out that the Death Eaters who followed him could be said to be effective, but barely to be united.
The powerful ones are Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov. They have mastered many vicious spells and are strong.
Even if he was dull and poorly talented, the fathers of Crabbe and Goyle were all born in Hogwarts after studying for seven years.
Only now, this is a group of miscellaneous soldiers each carrying a ghost.
They are even intriguing.
Contradictions often occur under his men, which are almost irreconcilable.
The white-skin wizard despised the black-skin wizard, and the green-hearted one could only despise each other and the non-human population.
When Voldemort bewitched them, Xu Yizhong promised, but with his character, even ordinary wizards were regarded as enslaved, not to mention these things that even people can't call.
Some African wizards do not even use their magic wands, which makes it very difficult for people to trust their abilities.
Of course, this is actually a prejudice, and wizards without wands are not uncommon outside of Europe.
But there are some disadvantages that are more obvious. The wizard, as long as you change a pig in front of his eyes, he will fall into madness, lose his mind, and even the incantation is incomplete. They also have a characteristic, that is, Animagus cannot be a pig. If it is, it will choose to commit suicide.
I also like to say in my mouth that "An...Hu...Ba" is a puzzle that is confusing and non-lethal, and it takes a long time to finally use a powerful explosive magic curse.
Kill yourself first.
Maybe Voldemort just used them as adult meat bombs.
But he doesn't care much about the quality of his men now, as long as it can be used, he only hopes that this will bring enough panic to the people of the wizarding world in England.
He alone is enough to beat an Auror army, this is his confidence.
"Well, everyone can drink freely. The owner of the manor, Mr. Lucius, has prepared a lot of food for you intimately." Voldemort's fingers flicked on the pale and sharp chin.
With a wand in hand, "bang." A huge fireball exploded under the ceiling. The dense sparks were entangled and scattered, and finally condensed into a snake shape. The tail was hung upside down on the original lamppost, which would dim the entire living room. Illuminated a little more, at least to see the food in front of you.
Then Voldemort announced the start of the banquet.
Countless fresh blood and beef, and lamb were placed on silver ceramic plates and placed on the table without any treatment.
The members of this party are mostly werewolves. They like to eat these creatures rather than cooked food.
As for other goblins, goblins, and vampires, they also prepared corresponding food for them.
In the large living room, the slight red light is better than nothing. The whole room still looks dark. After all, it is a gathering of dark forces. It is strange to make it too bright. It is just that when the Death Eaters are enjoying themselves, they are alone. Fearing and hiding in the corner of the wall, even out of the scope of the large round table, it is obviously not very suitable for the environment here, as if surrounded by fierce hungry wolves.
And he is a pitiful little white sheep.
The man drew Malfoy's attention down the steps.
A closer look, and after careful separation, Malfoy soon realized he was wrong, this is a big fat sheep.
Whether it is literal or extended.
According to the former, he has a big belly and a puffy belly. His body is slightly bloated. His face is full of richness. Obesity can be found in any part of his body.
From the latter, many casinos like to turn those who come there to give money into "fatty sheep", don't they?
Ludo Bagman, an astounding gambler.
Originally, he could barely be said to be misled ~EbookFREE.me~ was supported by the vast majority of people in Wisengama, and acquitted.
Now, it is really inevitable to slide into the abyss.
Maybe it was a broken pot, and he fell to Voldemort's men, maybe even a bite to eat.
The man is now old-fashioned, with a haggard look, staying with this group of fierce and evil people, it is too much to test the nerves of the person, only after he and Malfoy's eye contact, he looked at this young man in disbelief. .
"You..." His voice stuck in his throat, as if he was stuck in his neck.
He was too busy to hide his debts, and he didn't know the latest news from outside.
So when he saw Malfoy, he fell into an inexplicable shock.
Then a feeling of grief and anger appeared, and he wanted to question why Malfoy lost the game.
Malfoy just glanced at him contemptuously.
Then Bagman froze.
"I don't seem to be your obligation to make money," he said lightly.
Bagman was only awakened now. He was not a very powerful referee at the time, nor was this teenager a player under his hands.
Malfoy is the red man in front of Voldemort.
With a cough, I will tremble.
Why would he provoke him crazy?
Bagman shed cold and sweating.
And Malfoy did not continue to pay attention to what he meant, this kind of gambler, just let him die.
He turned his head and looked insignificantly towards the stone steps. Nagini glanced around the leg of the king's seat, and then quickly shifted his eyes.
Nagini was also vomiting its scarlet letter at this time, looking at the people around him.
This is another Horcrux of Voldemort.
Malfoy fully confirmed this message just now.