Vol 2 Chapter 1313: ?confidence

The floor-to-ceiling windows are surrounded by dark green curtains, and the sunlight seizes the opportunity to pass through the curtains lifted by the wind and into the room. This sudden sunlight flashes on the wall with dark floral design.
Cheers came from the TV in the room, and in the small square screen: Allen cut off Voldemort's palm and said sarcasm, a close-up of the red-eyed and noseless wizard with pain and hatred on the TV.
The mysterious man who frightened countless people was defeated by Alan Harris. TV stations will repeat these clips from time to time to give ordinary wizards confidence and a sense of security.
A wizard with black jade-like hair, thin cheeks, and a slender figure, who looked only in his early twenties, sat on the sofa opposite the TV, and he had a book of Rita Skeeter in his slender hand under the pen name. The book "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" published by Muggle World.
With a snap.
The TV was turned off, and the screen was completely dark.
The wizard put his gaze from the TV on the book he was picking up, and his gaze stayed on a line of words-"Can only hear Quirrell's horrible scream and Voldemort's vicious roar... But this may be in his mind. Hallucinations."
This stubborn wizard wrinkled his brows, his eyes flashed with anger, and his handsome face ignited in the cold outside, like an elegant cat suddenly screaming and showing sharp teeth.
There was another muffled noise.
The wizard closed the book in his hand, his slender fingers squeezed the cover of the book, the cover was crumpled, and the force where the fingers pinched was even broken and deformed.
But gradually, the wizard relaxed, he calmed his frowning eyebrows, and let go of the book with his fingers.
The black-haired wizard directly clicked on the cover of the book with his finger, and all the damaged and wrinkled areas were restored as new, and then stood up and walked to the red-brown bookshelf in front of the dark flowered wall, and inserted the novel in again.
The wizard turned and walked out the door, the sound of his leather boots rang on the light gray tiles, and he walked to the patio stairwell at the end of the corridor. The Muggle residential building he is in has only 13 floors. Although it is not luxurious, it is better than simple and symmetrical, highlighting the calmness. Each room is a correct square shape, and the functional space division and location layout reflect A touch of rigor.
The dark brown painted staircase handrails are layered on top of each other, winding down, and the stair railings are all carved with iron craftsmanship. The long layered stairs make people feel dizzy when looking down from the top floor. At the two ends of the aisle at the staircase, there are continuous arches and cloisters. In the cloister are houses with similar layouts.
On the whole, this building is elegant, sophisticated and comfortable, but the dark colors of black and brown and the dark brown doors make the room a little depressing.
At this time, the wizard was standing in the corridor of the highest floor, with his slender fingers resting on the railings and looking down from the patio. Unlike the deserted floor, the various Muggles downstairs were living normally, just like Can't see the weirdness of their top level.
"Master." The Death Eater who was in charge of guarding at the corner of the stairs raised his head and saw the wizard. He immediately greeted him and reported on his own initiative, "We have allocated the supplies from the Mursiber family..."
"A loyal family...Morseb showed his unique and outstanding talent for'humor' when he was in school." The young Voldemort's eyes stayed below, and he commanded the guard in an elegant tone, "Go Knock on the doors of those lazy things downstairs and let them come upstairs."
"Yes, my master..." The Death Eater guard responded, bowed and started walking downstairs-the Death Eaters were scattered in this building, and they did not clean up everything as before. Muggles, when choosing houses to occupy, they also choose bachelors as much as possible to avoid exposure.
Soon, the young Voldemort's living room was filled with the rustling of cloaks. Soon many wizards wearing black cloaks gathered in the living room. Their presence made this slightly gloomy space even darker.
"It's not easy to collect this magic knowledge...but I hope you will continue to work..." The wizard's fingers slid across the parchment stacked on the table in front of him. There were even some new textbooks from Hogwarts. , He casually opened a volume, looked at it and put it aside,
Many of us have been surprised by the performance of the families. They are loyal and raise a wealth of supplies. This provides us with protection... This will bring us The necessary weapon for the final victory..." The young Voldemort's gaze swept across the group of silent wizards who just nodded mechanically in the living room, and a concerned smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I noticed that your mental state is not good. Did the wet and cold weather in London make you lose your vitality?"
"Master?" Some Death Eaters uttered in amazement.
Voldemort continued to stare at the group of Death Eaters, playing with parchment carelessly. After a short silence, a slightly high-pitched voice sounded: "Friends, I know that many of you feel bleak about the future, and I don't think I am young. May defeat Alan Harris..."
"Master... I don't..."
"Master... I am not..."
"Master... don't be blind... uh..."
These words made the Death Eaters panic. They quickly became more energetic and showed their interest: some straightened up, some seemed unable to sit still, and they all looked at their master with their eyes.
"I see you as my'real family', so I decided to tell you something about our future plans." The young Voldemort simply wore a black robe and combed his hair neatly. The cheeks are thin, but all of this complements him, which makes him look very handsome and charismatic. "Don’t forget the original intention of our establishment. The position and power of pure-blood wizards should override mudbloods and those who can’t magic. And should make them our slaves..."
The Death Eaters didn't dare to say anything more, but no matter whether the expression on their faces came from the heart, they tried their best to express their positive attitude.
"In terms of magical attainments, I am indeed not the opponent of Alan Harris..." The young Voldemort admitted that his voice was a little unnatural at this time, and his eyes were red, and then he paused for a while and switched back. Confident voice, "But now I have regained my youth and sanity... This makes me wonder, why should we stare at that small piece of land in Britain? I will not let you continue to be everywhere as before. Burning, killing and looting, it’s not that I’m scared..." Voldemort smiled and looked at his men, "but I have a greater plan...There are countless magic circles in the world, and with our power, we want to invade the magic of these countries. ...It’s not too difficult to find a way to replace it..."
"Master, Graham resolutely follows in your footsteps!" A short chubby man standing not far from the bookcase was a little excited, whispering.
Several Death Eaters by the bookcase also laughed, although they hadn't fully understood Voldemort's plans.
"We now have this kind of opportunity and capital." The voice of the young Voldemort reached the ears of the Death Eaters, "As long as we succeed in making a facelift and have an official identity... we don't need to be hostile to the British magical world. Although they mistakenly changed the concept of'pure-blood wizard supremacy' into'sorcerer supremacy'...but we don't need to interfere in their internal affairs, just like they have no reason not to interfere with us...and here in Durmstrang The film only enrolls pure-blood students, even if this school has been infiltrated by Harris, but we can build a magic school that fits our Death Eaters’ thoughts afterwards...Speaking of which It was the inspiration that Alan Harris drove away Dumbledore to me..."
Voldemort's certain voice rumblingly echoed in the room. Compared with the initial perfunctory, many Death Eaters blushed for the future described by him. The atmosphere in the living room became warm, and the other Death Eaters Exchanging happy eyes, loudly expressing their loyalty to the Dark Lord, some of them bowed low, wishing to kneel on the ground to express their loyalty.
"Master, the Mursiber family will do whatever it takes to achieve the master's goal!" Mursiber seemed to feel the blood in his body humming like wings, "I will write to the family later and let them again Do your best to dispatch more resources!"
"Master! I have started to let the family prepare supplies a few days ago, and they will be delivered soon." Old Parkinson also blushed and made a decision at this time. The previous hesitation was wiped out-Malfoy He and Snape have been proved to be traitors, Lestrange has also disappeared, and many people have chosen to go to the United States during the previous split. Now the Death Eaters who were previously respected by the Dark Lord are not in front of them. By the Dark Lord who has enough sense and is so bloodthirsty.
This made the Death Eaters who had been confused and desperate about the future clearly aware of this opportunity.