Is Voldemort a qualified leader?
He definitely isn't.
A qualified boss has a thick face and a dark heart. On the surface, he exudes a strong personality charm.
I also have to be able to draw cakes, so that the people below can see:
Although I am the boss and you are a worker, we all have a bright future.
Only in this way can we fool everyone, work hard, and let the boss really have a "bright future".
The yin and yang strange energy is definitely not good, relying on the terrifying wrist, it is even more low to penetrate the center of the earth.
Voldemort is such an unqualified boss.
Of course, when he was young, he was a pretty perfect leader.
But as he got older, he became moody and liked to engage in the mentality of his own subordinates.
He has operated the Death Eater brand from scratch for more than half a century. At this time, he can really describe it in one sentence:
People are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.
Is there any help?
The seventy-year-old Voldemort was definitely not saved. It wasn't his fault. It was the sequelae of a split soul. Most of the IQ was left in the cool summer of sixteen.
So, back to this meeting, after a wave of yin and yang, Voldemort's sadistic addiction was reincarnated.
As usual, he started a wave of "gouging out the heart" to vent his dissatisfaction with these servants.
As he tortured, he also thought:
"It's all iron waste. If I had a helper like Stark, would I still be passive like this now?!"
Voldemort, who took a step back and became more and more angry, suddenly turned his head to stare at the woman at the corner of the table.
"Narcissa."
Narcissa raised her head. Under the light of the fire, her face was sallow and sallow, her eyes were sunken, her expression was melancholy, and her voice was hoarse.
"Owner?"
"Your son, Draco, will you be back this Christmas?"
"He..." Narcissa said in a trembling voice, "Draco wrote back and won't come back this time."
"You don't want to see me, then what about the task I gave him?"
"His master is trying to find a way to complete it, so he won't come back." Narcissa explained stumblingly:
"Perhaps you've heard rumors that a lot has happened at Hogwarts recently, and a student almost died.
And last time, Slughorn's party..."
"Yeah, I heard." Voldemort's eyes were red, and he glanced at Snape out of the corner of his eye, "The Weasleys' youngest son almost died of poisoning.
But it is far from my goal! "
Narcissa bit her lip, blood oozing out without knowing it.
"Master, I will urge him... There will be news that will satisfy you soon..."
Everyone listened to the two of them murmuring and talking about the old Riddler.
But none of them dared to have any curiosity, at least there was no expression on their faces.
After asking about Malfoy's mission, Voldemort raised his eyes again, looking at the slowly rotating human body, and continued:
"Dorphin, have you found the old Bock?"
"Master, he ran away immediately, and there was no one in the shop." Dolphin Rolle said quickly.
"I will continue to send people..."
The Dark Lord waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I know old Bock, he is a philistine, cunning wizard, but very cautious.
If he was so easy to catch, he couldn't have been in Knockturn Alley for seventy years.
You can't catch him, but he won't talk nonsense with that woman, Rita Skeeter!
So, have you found that woman? "
Rita's current biography has a lot of touches on it, but it's more of nonsense.
For example, the origin of Voldemort and the origin of his parents are basically true.
For another example, it was indeed he who killed Hepzibah Smith.
But the purpose is to take Hufflepuff's Gold Cup and Slytherin's pendant.
rather than some rich woman property.
Moreover, Voldemort has blamed Hepzibah Smith's house-elf, and the Ministry of Magic has closed the case.
How did Rita know that he killed?
Did it actually investigate something, or was it a deliberate conspiracy theory?
Voldemort cares about all this.
Of course, the most important thing is that the Dark Lord cannot be humiliated!
For this woman Rita, he will punish her!
Dolphin Roll panicked:
"Not yet, Master. Sources say she's in hiding in France."
Seeing that the Dark Lord was about to raise his wand, he hurriedly said:
"Master, I have good news in other respects. I--overcame all odds and hard work--finally found a publishing house that would publish that biography for Rita."
"That's surprising," Voldemort said with interest as he lowered his wand.
"I don't even dare to publish the Daily Prophet. I'm curious as to who is so bold."
"Xenophilius Lovegood!"
When this name came out, many people whispered to each other, as if they had heard of him.
Voldemort propped his chin, thinking who this man was.
Oh, he remembered!
It is these years that he has spared no effort to publicize the people who are not dead.
He also said in "The Quibbler": The mysterious man hid in the Antarctic continent and established a base.
Good guy, is this guy really capable, or is he just talking nonsense?
"Master, we can raid his house," said Dolphine Rolle, who seemed determined to get some compliments.
"We've been staring at his house for a long time, he lives in the village of Autry-San Cachipol!
This Christmas, he will be back. Because his daughter, the one named Luna, will be back from school. "
"Very well," said Voldemort, nodding. "I want to see that man this Christmas."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden wail of pain, which dragged on for a long time and was extremely miserable.
Many people around the table raised their heads and looked at the man floating in the air.
"Recognize our guest?" Voldemort asked softly.
All the Death Eaters looked up at the captive, as if they had permission to show their curiosity.
"This is Betty Braithwaite, a reporter for the Daily Prophet who recently did an online interview with Rita."
Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued:
"I said... the Dark Lord cannot be humiliated, and those who dare to be disrespectful must pay the price!"
Voldemort hissed suddenly, the sound getting louder and louder.
One or two wizards couldn't help shivering, only to hear something heavy crawling on the floor under the table.
The runes 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.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light illuminated every corner of the room. UU Reading
With a bang, the man fell onto the table without any struggle, causing the table to tremble and creak.
Several Death Eaters shrank into their chairs in horror.
"Let's eat," Voldemort said softly, and the snake wobbled off his shoulders and slowly crawled towards the smooth wooden tabletop.
He stood up, looked at these servants, and said coldly:
"I remember Stark's hut, also in the village of Autry-San Catchipole.
Grab Lovegood, and as for his daughter Luna, chop off her head and leave it at the door of his hut!
I hope that this Christmas, the death of his classmate will give him a surprise.
It's my Christmas present to William! "
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