themonasnovels Chapter 1096 2 Dark Lords
Chapter 1096 2 Dark Lords
Chapter 1096 Two Dark Lords
In the center of the room, a bonfire was burning, and the firewood made a crackling sound.
The flickering flames illuminated Voldemort's cold, disfigured face.
It was clearly still summer, but he was a little cold, so he wrapped his little black robe tightly, and put his feet, which had been bare all year round, above the flames to bake.
The originally cramped and closed room immediately exuded a strange smell.
Voldemort's shadow, elongated by the flames, was projected onto the long table.
A group of Death Eaters sat on both sides of the long table, all surrounded by the huge shadow.
No one dared to speak, they just lowered their heads, as if they were dumb.
It seems that as long as you bow your head, you won't be called by the Dark Lord.It was very similar to the scene where the teacher was preparing to ask questions in class.
There are also small movements, such as Wormtail...
He sat furtively in an inconspicuous corner, nibbling at his long nails, seemingly doing a manicure restoration.
The big blond man, Roll, secretly blocked his nostrils with his thick fingers, but dug out a pile of colloidal substances, and then put them into his mouth.
He also gave Nott a look, as if inviting him to have a taste.
Probably frightened by Luo Er's perverted behavior, Nott moved his butt and continued to play the role of a depressed patient.
All beings are in various states... But on the whole, the Death Eaters are depressed and have begun to use various weird behaviors to vent their anxiety.
One must know how high-spirited the Death Eaters were when the Dark Lord declared war last year.
He even shouted arrogantly:
Captured the Ministry of Magic in three months, wiped out the Order of the Phoenix in five months, and crossed the English Channel in June. It took 37 days to occupy Paris before the French people surrendered.
Finally, in winter, they went all the way to Moscow and hung those old men on street lamps.
How rampant it was then, how depressed it is now.
Even, many people began to plan to run away, to prevent the Ministry of Magic from counterattacking after the defeat.
It can only be said that the defeat in the last battle was a major blow to the entire Death Eaters group.
Everyone is also soberly aware that the gap between the two sides is too large.
The first Wizarding War could last for ten years, but this time it will probably be... a quick defeat.
Compared with the first wizarding war, Dumbledore is still the same Dumbledore, and even because of his age, he is much weaker than many years ago.
Voldemort was stronger.
But the battle situation has become more and more erosive.
The reason is that the Order of the Phoenix integrated the Ministry of Magic on the one hand, and the most important thing... a Stark was born out of nowhere.
He broke the balance of competition between these two forces.
Even if Voldemort can exchange one with Dumbledore, there is still one more person on the opposite side.
A powerful wizard of this level, if left unchecked, once placed on the battlefield, is enough to instantly change the situation of the battle.
Voldemort sat with his yew wand in his pale hands, watching the expressions of the crowd.
He sighed slightly.
People are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.
Therefore, he was waiting for someone, waiting for a wizard who could unite people's hearts and change the unfavorable situation of the battle to appear.
He couldn't just be so cold, he looked around, and suddenly said loudly:
"Draco... Where's Draco? Why didn't he come to the meeting, dear Narcissa?!"
Narcissa's whole body trembled, she raised her head tremblingly, her eyes were sunken, full of horror, and she no longer had the elegance of the past.
The woman stared and said humbly:
"Draco is faithfully carrying out your mission at this time, master."
"Mission?" Voldemort rolled his lips and laughed.
"It is August now, and there is still some time before Hogwarts starts. My task cannot be performed now."
Voldemort asked Draco to kill Dumbledore and Stark.
He couldn't finish it at Hogwarts, and he had no chance to get close to the two of them when he was out of school.
Voldemort stuck his head forward and asked coldly:
"Could it be that you dare not come? The Malfoy family has always been timid."
There was a burst of jeers around the table.Many leaned forward, exchanging pleasant glances, and a few pounded the table with their fists.
"No..." Narcissa hurriedly waved her hands and said sharply:
"Master, Draco has found Potter's trail. He has often been to Diagon Alley recently. Maybe...can catch him."
When Narcissa said this, she couldn't help lowering her head... She didn't believe it herself.
But he didn't know why his son was so confident and dared to let her explain to the Dark Lord like this.
Voldemort's expression didn't change at all. He knew better than anyone how well Dumbledore protected the boy.
Maybe, this is a trap, deliberately tempting him to send Death Eaters to attack, and then counter-ambush.
Isn't that how the battle of the Department of Mysteries got tricked?
Voldemort has suffered a lot and has already stabilized.
As for Draco... His original intention was to punish Lucius for his failure and force his son to die.
Didn't expect Draco to succeed in anything big.
Since he wanted to catch Potter, he had to.It's best if you can catch it, if you can't catch it... you will die.
"I hope he succeeds." Voldemort smiled slightly mockingly.
Narcissa wanted to say something, but there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Voldemort said without raising his head.
Narcissa quickly shut up, only to see the Carlo brothers and sisters appear, and the two of them walked in quickly.
The Death Eaters all looked at the two curiously. This brother and sister hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Two years ago, they were sent to Durmstrang to kill the traitor Karkaroff.
But there was no news all the time. Everyone thought that the Carlo brothers and sisters were not dead, so they took the opportunity to run away.
Unexpectedly, he came back.
And Voldemort's attitude surprised many Death Eaters.
Not only did he not punish them, but his emotions were high and he said excitedly:
"Amycus, it's great you're back. Is he here?"
"Master, here he is. He is waiting for your reception in the hall." Amycus Carlo said proudly.
"How can we neglect our distinguished guest so much?" Voldemort said slightly reproachfully.
"Wormtail, go and invite the distinguished guest here respectfully."
Being named suddenly, Wormtail directly chewed his nails that had been trimmed all afternoon.
He stammered, "Yes, Lord...Master."
Peter climbed down from the chair in a panic and left the meeting room in a hurry.
"Everyone, I will reveal a secret." Voldemort stood up, away from the bonfire, he said excitedly:
"Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, is coming here and joining forces with me."
As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at each other in disbelief, looking at him in disbelief.
In the firelight, Voldemort's red eyes seemed to be burning, and he slowly twitched his wand between his slender fingers
"In Vienna two years ago, Grindelwald escaped from Nurmengard. It was the result of my sending my subordinates to contact him."
Voldemort looked like he was planning a strategy.
"After that, I contacted him many times and even signed an agreement.
Today, he fulfilled his promise and joined forces with us with the Witch Party to attack Dumbledore and Stark together! "
The wizards at the table were obviously interested: some straightened up, some seemed unable to sit still, and seemed particularly excited.
Whether it's an act, a professional smirk, or a genuine belief in it, it's all over...the boil.
At this moment, guided by Wormtail, an old man and several wizards walked in slowly.
"Mr. Grindelwald, it is a pleasure to meet you." Voldemort made a high-pitched, clear voice.
"Long time no see, Mr. Voldemort." Grindelwald smiled and said enthusiastically.
"Sit here." Voldemort pointed to the seat immediately to his right.
The old man sat down in the designated position.The eyes of most people around the table followed him.
"Where are your students?" Voldemort asked, narrowing his eyes. "Why didn't you see him?"
When he was in Durmstrang, the strength of this young wizard left a deep impression on him.
Voldemort was still thinking, let him hold Stark down.
"He came to the UK for the first time and wanted to go shopping alone. Young people are curious about everything."
"Ha, I understand." Voldemort smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "It's just that he doesn't know the place well. I can send him a tour guide."
The two chatted enthusiastically, and greeted each other physically, as if they were old friends for many years.
But I've only seen it once.
After exchanging pleasantries, Voldemort looked at the dancing flames, and said in his high, clear voice:
"Then, let's begin the meeting.
Mr. Grindelwald and I have formulated a plan that can not only reverse the gap in numbers, but also quickly change the situation of the battle, and is expected to defeat the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix!
I call it the Tufeng Project! "
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(End of this chapter)