Vol 2 Chapter 1317: ?? Rotten sores

Father's hesitation and stubbornness caused the conversation to break up unhappy. Pansy opened the door and rushed out of her temporary home. The wind blew in from the open window in the corridor, and the air-conditioning instantly swept her around.
The little witch of Slytherin held on to the railing, thinking about what she would do afterwards: Now there is no restriction on her except for the top level. And the young Dark Lord, except for a few words of praise from the upper floor when she first delivered the supplies, she could no longer reach him at all.
Pansy had no expression on his face, but his heart was gloomy. The Dark Lord kept secret his residence address like this, which meant that he had never believed in a foreigner like her. Once Headmaster Harris came over, there would be no way to confirm the location of the Dark Lord right away. , He would definitely choose to escape, and if he ventured to use the weird things Harris gave, if he was discovered, the dark lord with a good temper would obviously not let Parkinson go.
Pansy sighed, knowing that there are only two things he can do now: one is to continue to persuade his father to go back to see Harris as soon as possible; the other is to investigate the distribution of people here as much as possible, and where the general Death Eaters live. Things to figure out.
In Pansy’s father’s corridor, a door closer to the stairs was opened. A man opened the door and saw this side. He was wearing a fur hat and round sunglasses, with a beard on his face. There is also a shower in his hand.
"Pansy, you little guy, why are you standing here and blowing the cold wind? Watch out for the many dirty Muggle here, and watch out for them to harass you..." He walked over, and he asked in a good mood, "I Did you open the Christmas gift that Graham gave you? Unfortunately, the conditions are limited. My family doesn't give you anything suitable for a pretty little girl like you... When our goal is achieved in the future, we will give you something much better than this. "
"Mr. Reynolds, thank you..." Pansy felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to say something polite, but she could see that the other party's sincere concern was stuck in her throat. She raised her hand and pretended to fix the hair on her forehead. Covering up the unnaturalness on his face, he simply said honestly, "I just quarreled with my father, and I haven't had time to watch it yet."
Death Eater Renault's eyes were not at the cruelty of the Muggles at this time, and even a little spoiled. He swept across Pansy's face and the closed door behind her, and saw the little girl with grievances. Appearance, thinking that he understood the reason, he softened his thick voice and rubbed Pansy's bob hair style indiscriminately. "It is indeed a bit wronged to be mixed with Muggles now. With patience, the master will soon improve. ."
"There are more and more Mudbloods in the floating city." Pansy nodded and followed the opponent's tone as an admission of the opponent's guess.
"Uh...but you'll go back later. It's better to stay away from the Malfoy boy. You are already a big girl. You should understand the reason..." Renault hesitated to persuade Pansy, but he seemed to treat her later. Little girl, "You can go back when the festival is over. It's not safe here, although you will be able to use magic and there will be no danger... As I said earlier, the boys in Eastern Europe are quite rude... You are so beautiful and will be entangled. of."
"I will, thank you." Pansy lowered his head to make the other party unable to see the sad look on his face. The friendliness of these old acquaintances and distant relatives of Parkinson made Pansy, who came here with ulterior motives, feel heavy. "I'm going out to help buy something later, do you want me to bring you something?"
"Bring me some milk." Renault said, his expression turned a little happy, "My wife and eldest daughter will also come over to spend the holidays with me, when you and your father come to my side for dinner."
On the top floor of the Muggle house in Pansy and Renault.
The young Voldemort put his arms on the railing, leaning over to watch Pansy and Graham talking below, looking directly into Pansy's eyes indifferently and emotionlessly-just because of the protective spell, the people below Can't understand the situation above. His gaze became more hollow and cold, squeezed on Pansy, and it took a long time to withdraw his gaze.
"Master, I heard that this Pansy Parkinson's son at Hogwarts and Malfoy and Harris's young daughter are very close..." the lanky and long-faced guard standing next to Voldemort lowered his head and reminded. "Why don't you find a reason to rush her back or do you..."
The young Dark Lord did not directly respond to his guards. His lips squirmed slightly, but instead asked another unrelated question: "Stan, are you wanted?"
"No, master... I've basically been in charge of guarding work and haven't gone out much..." McClan suppressed the doubts that arose in his heart. He lowered his head and answered honestly without daring to ask more. From his perspective, he could see that the master was tight and smooth. The chin clicked downward.
"Stan, that's just right, I'll give you an important secret task..." Voldemort turned around, his thin handsome cheeks facing the visibly excited guard, "You prepare some good-quality boxes with the Non-marking Retractable Curse... Whether you make it yourself or buy it, wait a while for your colleagues to provide the resources in place, and you will find them all in one night...Don't let others see it."
"Yes, Master." After being given a heavy responsibility, the guard Stan with a flushed cheek answered without hesitation. He suddenly realized that the situation was not right. In shock, he suddenly raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Master? "
Voldemort's handsome face showed a bit of coldness and ruthlessness: "Go to be a wanted these few days, sort out all the lists that are not wanted and give them to me."
"Yes, Master." Stan didn't dare to ask more, but he had a bad guess in his heart.
"Now there are some sicknesses in our team. We must trim the branches and leaves to keep it healthy." Voldemort's black jade hair swayed, his eyes fixed on Stan, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to be a little different. Patience, but still let a gentle voice come out of his throat, "For example, the old Parkinson, who you worried, his Occlumency is not as good as his daughter who studied at Hogwarts for several years after the reform... This wall-to-wall position has been shaken a long time ago, I have long thought of betraying me, but now I just want to bet on both sides."
At this time, Shi Dan found a shadow of the snake-faced owner from the other's expression and tone. His body bowed lower and he dared not say anything.
"Don't worry, the goal I told you is indeed my plan." Voldemort's slender hand flattened his magic robe that was wrinkled on the railing, raised his chin and said, with a weird smile on his mouth, "I I really want to take you to invade a Ministry of Magic and control the local magic world... But I think only those who are not wanted... and those few who are genuinely loyal to me are entitled to my reward... As for Parkinson These speculators, when the time comes, we will gouge out the sores that will harm us..."
The guard held his breath and stared at him earnestly.
"So you understand? I will personally arrange more defenses against the magic of divination and prophecy on this floor. Don't let that Pansy come up." Voldemort pointed his finger at several places around his room. "In addition, When it’s okay, let your people use Phantom Shifting more often. This is also a detection..."