v6 Chapter 2： The old Dark Lord

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Malfoy and Avery left.

Voldemort stood alone in the stone house, squinting red eyes, staring at the skull.

The door was opened again, and a wizard entered, and he humbly fell to his knees.

Voldemort turned his back to him and whispered:

"Grey, I'm really heartbroken to learn of the death of your father, Evan Rozier."

Evan Rozier was an early Death Eater who followed Voldemort. After his accident, Evan was also killed by Aurors.

Inheritance from the father... Now that Evan is dead, Voldemort recruits his son again - Grey Rosier.

"I won't regret my father's death," said Gray fervently. "I will replace him and continue to be loyal to the master."

"Okay, very good." Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a smile.

"I remember that your family used to be loyal to the original Dark Lord Grindelwald."

In fact, not only the Rozier family, but also many pure-blood families have joined Grindelwald's shamanist party.

But the Rozier family is special. Vida Rozier is Grindelwald's right-hand man and the veritable No. 2 figure in the Umrah party.

In fact, until Grindelwald was imprisoned in Nurmengard, their family spared no effort to help.

Gray also thought that Voldemort wanted to settle accounts in the autumn, and hurriedly explained: "Master, that was half a century ago..."

"I know, it doesn't matter." Voldemort raised a large pale hand and gently supported Gray.

"Grindelwald is a complete loser! Disgraced the Dark Lord!

You Roziers chose me, and of course you chose the right path. "

He patted Rozier on the shoulder and whispered, "I need you to do something."

"What's the matter, Master?" Gray asked.

The firelight reflected a strange light in Voldemort's eyes, and he said slowly:

"I'm going to Nurmengard and release Grindelwald."

Due to the sudden rise of Stark, coupled with Dumbledore... Voldemort felt that he might need help.

Dumbledore was indeed old, but Stark was only sixteen. The battle that night had already proved his terrifying strength.

You have to find foreign aid.

Then look around, only the former Dark Lord Grindelwald is qualified to join forces with him.

Although Voldemort looked down on this old man, he was the Dark Lord of the previous generation after all.

When he was young, he was at his peak.

But after being detained for decades, the immortality is estimated to be half useless.

Voldemort didn't expect Grindelwald to do too much, but he could just help him hold one down.

"You tell Grindelwald that I am willing to border him with Berlin, Germany, with him in the east and mine in the west."

Voldemort said softly.

"Yes, I see, Master." Gray nodded.

Voldemort went to the table and picked up the skull.

The worst enemies... will always be Dumbledore and Stark.

After the two men were dealt with, Voldemort believed that it would not be easy to clean up an out-of-date Dark Lord.

He picked up the skull and played with it gently in his hand, as if stroking his lover.

The International Wizarding Conference will also be held in Austria, just in time to find something to do for Dumbledore and Stark.

Better to drag the two of them there.

"Come on, let's go out." Voldemort left first, the rune slithering slowly behind him.

That's it for secret missions, the rest are less secret and don't need to be so careful.

Walking into the conference room, there was already a large table in the room.

The faint candlelight, a pale moon, poured down from the wide skylight of the dome, illuminating the room.

Voldemort took the skull and sat down in the main seat.

All Death Eaters are done in rank order.

"Grey, sit here." Voldemort pointed to the seat to his right, and Malfoy moved reluctantly.

Death Eaters are also graded. There are many Death Eaters who are not worthy of this meeting.

And these cores of them also pay attention to their seats... It is related to the intimacy of the family, the ability, and the Dark Lord.

The wizards who were generally closer to Voldemort were sitting near him.

Obviously, this new Death Eater named Gray has won the favor of the master.

Not sure, have to stay overnight.

It's maddeningly jealous.

As for Malfoy... that must have been slightly alienated, otherwise why was he sent to the middle?

That must take the opportunity to step on the foot and fall into the trap... traditional infighting skills.

"Nott, what did Gringotts say?" Voldemort looked at a hunchbacked wizard.

"Master, those goblins are very vague, I don't think they will stand with us, the last wizard war..."

"In the last wizarding war, we killed a lot of their comrades, and they didn't support either side in the end!" Voldemort sneered.

"This group of spineless things, it seems that the goblin war has exhausted all their courage."

"But..." Voldemort smiled. "Tell the goblins that I can give them better bargains, as long as they're on our side."

"A lot of gold?" Nott asked tentatively.

"It's not gold," Voldemort said dismissively. "It's the freedom wizards have refused to give them for centuries, and they won't be able to resist the temptation."

There was silence on the table.

"Don't be afraid, only after defeating Dumbledore, it's easy to clean them up." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice:

"When the time comes, I will take back ownership of Gringotts."

"Yes, I see, Master."

Voldemort looked at the corner of the table again, and he asked aloud:

"Carlo, I heard that you have a good relationship with Igor Karkaroff?"

"Master, who did you listen to! This is impossible!" Amycus Carrow raised his head and defended.

"That traitor, I can't wait to chop off his dog's head with a knife!"

"Yeah, we're not familiar with Karkaroff at all." Amycus' sister, Alecto, echoed.

"Don't lie to me, great Dark Lord, you know everything..." Voldemort sneered: "I heard that your family has children in Durmstrang.

This year, I followed Karkaroff and participated in the Triwizard Tournament..."

"That's adopted!" Amycus hurriedly explained, "It's not biological!"

"Yes, master." Alecto said loudly: "Actually, Malfoy and Karkaroff have a good relationship.

I heard that he was also going to send his son Draco to Durmstrang via Karkaroff. "

Grass! (a tactic)

Malfoy looked at the two of them resentfully.

First Avery, then the Carlos... they all spoke ill of my Malfoy.

Who provokes who!

Voldemort did not rebuke the Carlo siblings, nor did he rebuke Malfoy, but whispered:

"According to the reliable information I have, Karkaroff is still at Hogwarts. He has fallen completely to Dumbledore."

Voldemort stood up and paced slowly beside the crowd.

For a while, the room was as cold as ice.

Voldemort hissed, and it got louder One or two wizards couldn't help shivering, only to hear something heavy crawling on the floor under the table.

The serpent leaned out and slowly climbed up Voldemort's chair. It climbed higher and higher, as if never ending, and put itself on Voldemort's shoulders.

"Karkaroff seems to think it's safe to live under the hooked nose of that mudblood-loving idiot."

Voldemort rubbed the snake's head gently, looked around, and sneered:

"I am willing to forgive those servants who have changed their minds, and I don't mind giving them another chance.

The Dark Lord has always been a very kind master. "

"But..." Voldemort said suddenly:

"I can't let others think that I betrayed the Dark Lord without being punished;

I can't let people think that if you do something wrong, you can get away with it;

I can't let people think that if I hide behind Dumbledore, I will always be safe.

No, not possible! "

Voldemort stared at the Carlo brothers and sisters and said coldly:

"Karkaroff will return to Durmstrang, and I want you to kill him."

"Master, just the two of us?"

"There are already a group of wizards, going to contact the giants." Voldemort's mouth twitched.

"The giant will probably return to my command, these are the forces you can mobilize."

"I only have one request... Make Karkaroff's head into a wine glass and bring it back to me!"

Voldemort looked down at the human skull in his palm.

The skeleton was empty just now, and now it looks like a bowl filled with blood-red wine.

He raised his head and drank the wine.

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