Vol 2 Chapter 710: Parkinson (sincere thanks to the leader, Unreal Emperor)

And Voldemort, who was deeply worried by the Prime Minister, was sitting in the luxuriously decorated hall at this time, watching Owen Harris’ speech rebroadcast on TV, and then news commentators broadcast their subsequent interviews with ordinary wizards. Seeing these ordinary wizards' unconcealed goodwill and exaggerated words about Owen, the armrest of Voldemort's chair turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
The mysterious man simply stood up, and his side's actions were very few successful. What method can be used to fiercely fight back to the Harris family? Relying on those wastes is almost useless, and it is more likely to fulfill their wishes... Voldemort's figure suddenly stood still, and the summoning spell used by the opponent in the duel with Allen reminded him that there was a suitable target. I can definitely fulfill my wishes.
His hand touched the black mark on his arm, and soon, a figure in a black robe appeared in the room, waiting silently for his instructions.
"Next, you have to collect knowledge related to the devil, especially in the Wizard Triwizard Tournament, the information about the devil archduke that Alan Harris met." Voldemort raised a large pale hand, With a wave from the outside, he said in a rare and generous manner: "Now those Aurors are patrolling around. You can’t move smoothly. Then go to other countries and grab some mudbloods for me. Those demons like to collect souls and grab more. , When the time comes, sacrifice to him, to satisfy him... I need to make a deal with the devil archduke."
Voldemort raised his gaze and looked into the distance, as if the Harris who made him resented were there. The voice was soft but full of cold and cruel killing intent, "By the way, we will recruit more wizards from other countries to come back. The time we are ready, let the Harris—good-looking." With a sharp fist, the chair behind him turned into fragments and scattered to the ground.
Everyone looked at Voldemort tremblingly, but Voldemort's gaze fell on a seemingly ambiguous human body on the long table in the hall, hanging upside down above the table. On the lower left of the human body, there is a dark brown bob. The girl with pale cheeks and a look of horror slumped on the ground.
"We have to prune some branches and leaves now. It's time to clean up those rotten leaves, old Parkinson, when you defected, did you think about today? Cut your bones." As Voldemort's words fell, it was hanging. The person above the table wailed in pain, and the voice was long, and gradually weakened from sorrow and sharpness. The human body was curled up in pain in the air, like a cooked shrimp, looking miserable.
"However, you still have a chance." Voldemort's pale and dry fingers pointed at the girl, and she immediately shrank back and froze in place, "Pansy Parkinson, you can choose to save or let him die. , Worthless waste should be destroyed."
Pansy's brown eyes were full of horror, but Voldemort tilted his head, "Do you want to live?"
Pansy nodded repeatedly.
"As a student of Hogwarts, you have many opportunities to complete it. Either you go to assassinate Alan Harris or you go to assassinate Dumbledore." Voldemort turned around, giving Pansy no chance to refuse, then squinted. He looked at Pansy with his eyes, and said, "Of course, the girl should have some privileges. You will not be alone, Pansy. Bella, Lucius, you help her outside, Severus is here. Hogwarts help her, Dumbledore and Alan Harris, as long as these two can die, I will forgive your father."
"Yes, Master." Lucius and Snape nodded. They both understood that they were asking themselves to assist Pansy in completing the task, but in fact it was to monitor her, leaving her no choice but to do as instructed. Bei stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, "We will let this little baby know what to do."
Almost at the moment Voldemort's voice fell, Pansy made a choice in her heart. She knew that the person she admired most in Draco's heart was Alan Harris. If she assassinated Alan, then she might be with Draco. There is no hope of being together. On the contrary, it was Dumbledore who used his lack of defense against students, but it was possible to assassinate successfully.
"Huh, Severus, remember to teach this idiot Occlumency during the summer vacation, otherwise she will be spotted when she faces Dumbledore." Voldemort sniffed Pansy's thoughts, but although Asking Parkinson to go to the assassination is more to vent her emotions and send her to this suicide mission, but how much help she can get her to increase the success rate, as long as he can hurt Dumbledore as much as possible Somewhat useful.
Although Pansy, who was seen through his mind, was not further harmed and punished, she was finally brought back to her home, but there was no peace in her heart. How to assassinate the greatest white wizard? She has not graduated yet. For the little wizard, it is really a big problem. And as a member of the intensive training class, Alan’s good at contemplation is already well known. How can she hide her thoughts in front of him? Will she really learn Occlumency before the end of summer vacation...
In the middle of the night and approaching the wee hours of the morning, in the office of Principal Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat motionless in a throne-like chair behind the table, staring at his scorched and scorched black magic curse. With his hands, his mind doesn't seem to be too clear.
Then, Dumbledore raised his head suddenly, and the door of the principal’s office opened automatically. Severus Snape, who had returned in the middle of the night, hurriedly walked in with a bottle of golden liquid medicine. He saw it at a glance. The shattered ring on the table in front of Dumbledore, and the ruby ​​on the Gryffindor sword next to it shone in the light.
Snape immediately started chanting the spell, and pointed his wand at Dumbledore’s injured wrist~EbookFREE.me~ The left hand poured the cup of thick golden liquid he had brought into Dumbledore. Lido's mouth.
After the effect of the medicine took effect for a while, Dumbledore's eyes finally regained clarity and began to focus accurately.
"That's what made your hand like this?" Snape sat next to Dumbledore, one hand supporting Dumbledore's scorched hand on the table, and his head and face was facing his principal. Growled, "You must know that it will be bad for you, why touch it?!"
"It's too tempting for me, it seems to have done something stupid for me..." Dumbledore smiled bitterly and nodded in the direction of the Gryffindor sword." Fortunately, it can destroy this Marvolo Gunter ring. It is one of Tom's Horcruxes."
"Drinking it will contain the curse in your hands, but only temporarily." Snape, who still seemed very angry, handed the remaining liquid medicine to Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore's charred palm, somewhat suspicious. He gave a judgment, "Unexpectedly, its situation is better than I thought. This is not like a mysterious person's style. I was still wondering why you can stay awake until you come back. Tell me, don’t say anything else, drink it up quickly, but this is only temporary, and it will spread sooner or later if you don’t suppress it."
"How much time do I have?" Dumbledore asked, pouring the remaining golden liquid medicine into his mouth.
"It is estimated that it will take about three years. You are lucky. If you stop wasting mana in battles within three years so that this curse has a chance to continue to corrode and worsen, but instead try your best to contain it, with the potion I made for you, it will be very Hopefully, they can be completely removed." Snape calmly answered when he found that things were not as bad as he thought.