Chapter 366: Moody

Voldemort's words screamed thunderously in Malfoy's ears.
It seemed to be asking for his opinion, but in fact it had turned into an unquestionable order.
His chest was relieved, and then his brain began to rotate rapidly, trying to figure out Voldemort's inner thoughts.
At the same time a faint expression on his face squeezed out, as if stunned for a while.
"Master Dark Lord, I, go to school?" Malfoy asked in a stammered temptation, seemingly incoherent, and did not seem to react.
In my heart, it was already rough, and a huge wave suddenly set off on the calm sea.
"Yes, don't you want to see your classmates." Voldemort said in an unpredictable tone, his blood-red eyes looked at Malfoy.
Then he closed his eyelids and rubbed his eyebrows with long, pale fingers.
Voldemort certainly didn't mean to show the surface, so he wouldn't care about the ridiculous "friendship" in his eyes. This should be just a mockery.
Then he opened his eyes and put his hand on the snake head armrest beside him, his index finger tapping on it constantly, and then began to say:
"I won't conquer Hogwarts for the time being, but also have to deal with some things, some annoying little troubles."
"So people still need to monitor the stubborn people to prevent them from doing some nasty little actions."
"I just need you to play the role of a student, well... Harry Potter, I hope he won't be a deserter in the future." Voldemort pointed out.
"I think you have been outside for so long, and you are tired, right? Draco"
Voldemort all said "thoughtfully".
The pale, spider-like face showed a rare and pleasant look on his face, and his pale lips seemed to have warmed a bit.
Of course, this is also an excuse. When he needs it, he can also let the Death Eaters who need it to dedicate their lives. Why did they bother about their lives? Not to mention just things that are almost impossible to sacrifice.
Almost all his men can be used as a tool to the end.
Someone died, and he showed a regretful expression, perhaps just because there was no useful tool.
Really, it is a pity that he can have such a hint of heartfelt heart, and the woman who can set off a little ripple in his world without emotion has also died in Azkaban.
"But Draco is now wanted, Lord Dark Lord." Narcissa stepped forward and blurted out.
"Cissy! Respect Master Dark Lord!" Lucius pulled his wife's arm in a panic, but it seemed too late to cover the water.
"That's just some trivial matters. The current Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, has been controlled by me, and I have followed my advice. Now the Ministry of Magic has survived, except for some stupid people who can't see the situation. Obstinate resistance." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood at this time. He didn't feel offended, and he had a leisurely explanation.
Isn't it too wasteful to have Umbridge, a useful piece, not to use the power in her hands much?
The more he dealt with this ugly woman, the more satisfied he was.
The woman’s desire for power is terrifyingly inflated, and now he can be sure that even if he reveals his identity, as long as it has no effect on her right status, she will not care which side she is loyal to.
Maybe he would move closer to them more spontaneously. He could not smell the evil smell from the heart of that woman.
They are all of the same kind, but Umbridge is not so capable.
"I'll say hello to her, and, Lucius, aren't you also good at buying people's hearts? Dumbledore is dead, this is a good time to compile reputation." Voldemort reminded.
"Thank you for your kindness and generosity." Lucius breathed and said excitedly.
In this case, with Voldemort's assurance, his son may still have some hope, without being involved in that cruel battle.
"Thank you Master for your consideration." Narcissa let out a sigh of relief.
And all of this was seen by Voldemort.
"Then, it seems that the two of you were a bit dissatisfied with my decision before?" Voldemort sat back on the throne, staring at Narcissa with cold eyes, making her fall into the ice cave.
Lucius's body tightened immediately.
Voldemort did not mind just now, and the gentle explanation suddenly disappeared again.
Now I realized it again and turned over the old account.
"Huh?" His eyes narrowed.
Staring at the scarlet eyes, the Lucius couple suddenly palpitated, and cold sweat soaked the robe behind them.
"Forget it, let's not take it as an example." He said lazily, holding up his delicate wine glass with his lips close to the wall of the glass, taking a sip of the amber liquid in it, and then slowly lowered it.
The couple subconsciously sighed again.
The silver snake-shaped cane behind Lucius was almost deformed in a short time just now.
"Okay, your son goes back to school, and there are some tasks assigned to you, Lucius."
"Severus?" Voldemort whispered softly towards the front.
A faint green flame flicked up from the fireplace not far away~EbookFREE.me~ Then a man with a sallow face and a black robe stepped out from there, all the way under the eyes of everyone He reached the highest point of the steps, in front of Voldemort.
He kept his body slightly lowered, and he couldn't see his anger in his dark eyes.
Lucius looked at the man in shock.
He should have thought about it.
Severus Snape, now also betraying the Hogwarts side, turned back to Voldemort.
"Lucius, Severus will tell you about some potions. The temporary main force among our Death Eaters will be the werewolf, and you need to take away all the healing herbs on the market as much as possible. Cover it down so they don’t notice it."
"Severus, you know, right?"
"Yes, master." Snape said humbly.
"You are clearer than me in this respect." Voldemort stroked his palm and did not mind admitting his shortcomings.
"Just because the master put the target in a longer position." Snape said humbly, slowly lowering his head.
"As for me, I will leave briefly in the future." Voldemort revealed his future movements.
Voldemort is going to find a way to make the old wand completely surrender to himself.
Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, for him, it was nothing more than a random object to be slaughtered, and let them live longer.
Those professors are not his opponents.
"Teachers and students are there now, and it will definitely be interesting in the future." He shook the liquid in the goblet, then shook his wrist, and splashed it on the black spotted stone steps. Fragrance, Nagini dragged his slippery body curiously to swim past, reached out the letter, licking the wine spilled by the master.