Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Voldemort's words sounded like a thunder in Malfoy's ears.

It seemed to be asking for his opinion, but in fact it had turned into an unquestionable order.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his chest, and then his brain began to spin quickly, trying to figure out Voldemort's inner thoughts.

At the same time, there was a surprised expression on his face, as if he was taken aback for a while.

"Master Dark Lord, I, go to school?" Malfoy asked stutteringly, seemingly incoherent, and seemingly unresponsive.

In my heart, the waves had already begun to be turbulent, and huge waves were suddenly raised on the calm sea.

"Yes, don't you want to see your classmates?" Voldemort said in an elusive tone, and his blood-red eyes looked at Malfoy.

Then he closed his eyelids and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his slender and pale fingers.

Voldemort certainly didn't want to show his superficial meaning, he wouldn't care about the ridiculous "friendship" in his eyes. This should be just a mocking statement.

Then he opened his eyes and touched his hand on the armrest of the snake head beside him, tapping his index finger on it, and then began to say:

"I am not going to conquer Hogwarts for the time being, but I have to deal with some things, some annoying little troubles."

"So someone needs to monitor those stubborn people and avoid them from doing some nasty little actions."

"I just need you to play the role of a student, um... Harry Potter, I hope he will not be a deserter in the future." Voldemort pointed out.

"I think you were tired after running away for so long, right? Draco"

Voldemort all said "thinkingly".

On that pale, spider-like face, there was a rare and pleasant expression, and the pale lips seemed to warm a little.

Of course, this is also a kind of excuse. When he needs it, he can also let the Death Eaters in need give their lives. How can he care about their lives?Not to mention it's just something that can hardly be sacrificed.

Almost all of his subordinates can be used by him as a tool to their purpose.

Someone died, and he showed a look of regret, perhaps because he was missing a useful tool.

It is true that the woman who can make him have such a pity from the heart, who can make such a small ripple in his emotionless world, has also died in Azkaban.

"But Draco is now wanted, Lord Dark Lord." Narcissa stepped forward and blurted out.

"Cissy! Be respectful to the Dark Lord!" Lucius grabbed his wife's arm in a panic, but it seemed that it was too late and it was hard to get over.

"That's all trivial things. The current Minister of Magic-Dolores Umbridge has been controlled by me, and he is obedient to me. Now the Ministry is dead in name, except for some idiots who can't see the situation Negative Yu stubbornly resisted." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood at this time, he didn't feel offended, and he explained it leisurely.

With Umbridge, a useful chess piece, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to make more use of her power?

The more he dealt with this ugly woman, the more satisfied he felt.

This woman's desire for power swelled terribly, and now he is completely sure that even if she reveals her identity, as long as it does not affect her power status, she will not care which party she is loyal to.

Maybe he will move closer to them even more spontaneously. He can't 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 gain prestige." Voldemort said.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity." Lucius took a breath and said excitedly.

That being the case, with Voldemort's guarantee,

"Thank you for your understanding." Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief.

And all this was seen by Voldemort again.

"It seems that you two were actually a little dissatisfied with my decision before?" Voldemort sat back on the throne, staring at Narcissa with a deep cold look, making her fall into an ice cave.

Lucius' body immediately tightened.

Voldemort didn't mind just now, but his gentle explanation disappeared.

Now I realized it again and turned over the old account.

"Huh?" He narrowed his eyes.

Being stared at by scarlet eyes, the Lucius and his wife suddenly felt a little palpitating, and cold sweat soaked the robes behind them.

"Forget it, let's not take it as an example." He said lazily, raising the delicate wine glass, with his lips close to the wall, taking a sip of the amber liquid in it, and then slowly lowering it.

The couple breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

The silver snake-shaped cane that Lucius was carrying on his back was almost squeezed out of shape just now.

"Well, your son goes back to school, and there are some tasks assigned to you, Lucius."

"Severus?" Voldemort whispered softly toward the front.

A faint green flame rushed up from the fireplace not far away, and then a man with a sallow face and a black robe slowly stepped out of it, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked all the way to the highest point of the steps. , In front of Voldemort.

He kept leaning slightly, and in the dark eyes, he couldn't see the happiness and anger.

Lucius looked at the man in front of him in shock.

He should have thought of it long ago.

Severus Snape, now also betrayed the Hogwarts side, turned to Voldemort again.

"Lucius, Severus will tell you about some potions. The main force among us Death Eaters will be the werewolves for the time being. You need to take away all the medicinal materials that can be cured on the market and do your best. Be concealed so that they don't notice."

"Severus, you know, right?"

"Yes, Master." Snape said humbly.

"You know better than me in this respect." Voldemort stroked his palm, not minding admitting his shortcomings.

"It's just because the master put the goal in a longer position." Snape said humbly, lowering his head slowly.

"As for me, I will leave for a short period of time in the future." Voldemort revealed his future trends.

Voldemort wanted to find a way to make the old wand completely surrender to him.

Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, for him, it was nothing more than an object that could be slaughtered at will, let them live a little 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, splashed it on the black-spotted stone steps, and smelled it. The smell of wine, Nagini curiously dragged his slippery body and swam over, stretched out the letter, and licked the drink sprinkled by the owner.