Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Dumbledore's fame is almost unknown in Europe, and the white wizard is so famous, Malfoy can escape from his hands at this age, and it has to be amazing.

Voldemort's low tone sounded in the living room again.

"In the past ten years, many people have left us. In the first war, my loyal Death Eater, who didn’t want to get rid of the charges, stayed in Azkaban and passed the extremely difficult days, but, When I was about to rescue them, I couldn't see the hope of the future, and I was killed by the dementors."

"Those who claim to be righteous are no more than polite hypocrites." Voldemort sneered.

Before the round table, there was another noise.

But in fact, many people here did not understand Voldemort's words at all, and just subconsciously responded.

This is actually a group of stragglers who lack cohesion.

There are black wizards from North America, black wizards from Africa, local vampires, foreign vampires, and a large number of werewolves, few goblins, and representatives of some giant tribes. They are here under the call of the Dark Lord Get together.

Many of them only know that what they see is a powerful black wizard who can unite their forces. Many wizards who are wanted internationally have also chosen to be here.

Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters have died, and he can only choose this method to reorganize and expand his own power.

It turned out that the Death Eaters who followed him can be said to be effective, and they can barely be said to be united.

The powerful are Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov, who have mastered many vicious spells and are strong.

Even if they were dull and poorly talented, the fathers of Crabbe and Gore, anyhow, were from a class where they had studied at Hogwarts for seven years.

It's just now, this is a group of miscellaneous soldiers with ghosts.

Even intrigue.

His men often have conflicts, which are almost irreconcilable.

The white-skinned wizards look down on the black-skinned wizards, and the green-hearted can only look down on the non-human population.

When Voldemort bewitched them, he promised a heavy promise, but because of his character, even ordinary wizards were regarded as infallible slavery, not to mention these things that even people can't call them.

There are some African wizards who don't even use magic wands. It is really hard to trust their abilities.

Of course, this is actually prejudice, and wizards without magic wands are actually not uncommon outside Europe.

But there are some shortcomings that are more obvious to the wizard. As long as you turn into a pig in front of him, he will fall into madness, lose his mind, and even the spell is incomplete. They also have a characteristic, that is, Animagus cannot be a pig. , If it is, it will choose to commit suicide.

My mouth also likes to often mutter: "An...Hu...Ba" This kind of confusing and non-destructive spell, it took a long time to use a powerful explosive demon. curse.

Kill yourself first.

Maybe Voldemort just used them as adult flesh bombs.

But he doesn't care much about the quality of his staff now, as long as he can use it, he only hopes that this will bring enough panic to the people in the British wizarding world.

He alone is enough to beat an Auror army. This is his confidence.

"Well, everyone can have a drink, Mr. Lucius, the owner of the manor, has prepared a lot of food for you." Voldemort's fingers rubbed his pale and sharp chin.

Tap the magic wand in the hand, "Bang." With a sound, a huge fireball exploded under the ceiling, dense sparks entangled and scattered, and finally condensed into a serpentine shape. The tail was hung upside down on the original lamp post, making the dim living room It illuminates a few minutes again, at least able to see the food in front of me.

Then Voldemort announced the beginning of the banquet.

Countless fresh meat, beef, and lamb were served on silver ceramic plates,

Most of the members of this party are werewolves, they like to eat these creatures, rather than cooked food.

As for other goblins, goblins, and vampires, they have also prepared corresponding foods for them.

In the large living room, the slight reddish light is better than nothing, and the whole room still looks dark. After all, it is a party of the dark forces. It feels strange to make it too bright, but when the Death Eaters are eating, alone She shrank and hid in a corner of the wall, even out of the scope of the wide round table. It was obviously not suitable for the environment here, as if there were vicious hungry wolves all around.

And he is just a pitiful little white sheep.

The man attracted the attention of Malfoy who had walked down the steps.

Taking a closer look, after careful separation, Malfoy soon realized that he was wrong, this was a big fat sheep.

Whether it is in the literal sense or in the extended sense.

In the former case, he had a big belly and had a blessing on his abdomen. His figure was slightly bloated, and his face was full of richness. Obesity can be found in any part of his body. Evidence can be found.

From the latter point of view, many casinos like to turn those who come there to send money into "fat sheep", don't they?

Ludo Bagman, a lamentable gambler.

The original him can barely be said to be misled.In Wiesengamo received the support of the vast majority of people, he was acquitted.

Now, it is really unavoidable to slide into the abyss.

Maybe it was a broken can, and he took refuge in Voldemort's hands, and maybe a bite of food.

This man is now very old, with a haggard look, and being with these ferocious people is really a test of people's nerves, only after he and Malfoy's eyes were exchanged, he looked at the young man in disbelief. .

"You..." His voice was stuck in his throat, as if he was stuck in his neck.

He was so busy hiding his debts that he did not know the latest news from the outside world.

So when I saw Malfoy, I fell into an inexplicable shock.

Then a feeling of grief and anger appeared, and he wanted to ask why Malfoy had lost the game.

Malfoy just gave him a scornful look.

Then Bagman fell silent.

"I don't seem to be your obligation to make money." He said lightly.

Bagman is only now waking up, he is not the referee with high authority at the time, and this young man is not his player.

Malfoy is the red man in front of Voldemort.

After coughing, he shivered.

Why would you provoke him like crazy?

Bagman shed cold sweat.

And Malfoy didn't mean to continue to pay attention to him, this kind of gambler, just let him fend for himself.

He turned his head, looked towards the stone steps impenetrably, and glanced at Nagini who was entwined with the foot of the king's seat, and then quickly shifted his gaze.

Nagini was also vomiting its scarlet letter at this time, looking at the people around it.

This is another Horcrux of Voldemort.

Malfoy confirmed this information just now.