Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

It seemed to be asking for his opinion, but it had actually been transformed into an unquestionable order.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his chest, and then his brain began to spin rapidly, trying to figure out what Voldemort was thinking.

At the same time, a surprised expression appeared on his face, as if he was stunned for a while.

"Lord Dark Lord, I, go to school?" Malfoy asked tentatively with a stammer, looking a little incoherent and didn't seem to react.

In my heart, it was already rough, and the calm sea suddenly set off huge waves.

"Yes, don't you want to see your classmates," Voldemort said in an uncertain tone, his blood-red eyes surveying Malfoy.

Then he closed his eyelids and rubbed his eyebrows with his long, pale fingers.

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

Then he opened his eyes, put his hand on the armrest of the snake head next to him, tapped his index finger lightly on it, and then began to say:

"I'm not going to conquer Hogwarts for a while, and I've got a few things to deal with, some annoying little troubles."

"So people still need to monitor the group of stubborn people to prevent them from doing some abhorrent tricks."

"I just need you to play the role of a student, um... Harry Potter, I hope he doesn't become a deserter in the future." Voldemort pointed.

"I think you're tired after running away for so long, right? Draco."

Voldemort said "considerately".

On the pale, spider-like face, there was a rare look of geniality, and the pale lips seemed to warm up a bit.

Of course, this is also a pretext. When he needs it, he can also make the Death Eaters in need sacrifice their lives, and why would he care about their lives? Not to mention just a few things that are hardly sacrificial.

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

Someone died, and he showed a look of regret, maybe it was just because there was one less useful tool.

Really, the woman who can make him feel such a pity from the bottom of his heart, who can set off such a little ripple in his emotionless world, has also died in Azkaban.

"But Draco is wanted now, Lord Dark Lord." Narcissa took a step forward and blurted out.

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

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

With Umbridge as a useful pawn, wouldn't it be too wasteful to make use of her power?

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

This woman's desire for power is terribly inflated, and now he is absolutely sure that even if he reveals his 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 more spontaneously. He can't smell the evil smell in that woman that comes from his heart.

They were all the same kind, but Umbridge wasn't as capable.

"I'll say hello to her, and, Lucius, aren't you good at buying people's hearts too? Dumbledore is dead, and this is a good time to build prestige," Voldemort pointed out.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity." Lucius gasped and said excitedly.

That being the case, with Voldemort's assurance,

There may be some hope for his own son, not to be involved in that cruel battle.

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

And all of this was seen by Voldemort again.

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

Lucius's body immediately tensed up.

Voldemort didn't mind just now, and the gentle explanation disappeared suddenly.

Now I realize it again, and turn over the old account.

"Huh?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

Stared at by the scarlet eyes, the Lucius couple suddenly felt a little palpitated, and the cold sweat soaked the robes behind them.

"Forget it, it's not an example." He said lazily, raised the fine wine glass, his lips were close to the wall of the glass, he took a sip of the amber liquid in it, and then slowly put it down.

The couple breathed a sigh of relief.

The silver snake-shaped cane that Lucius carried behind his back was almost crushed and deformed in the short period of time just now.

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

"Severus?" Voldemort murmured softly toward the front.

A faint green flame rushed up from the fireplace not far away, and then a man with a sallow complexion and a black robe stepped out slowly, and under the gazes of everyone, he walked all the way to the top of the steps. , in front of Voldemort.

He kept his body slightly bowed, and in his dark eyes, he couldn't see happiness and anger.

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

He should have thought of it earlier.

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

"Lucius, Severus will tell you about some potions. The temporary main force among our Death Eaters will be werewolves. We need you to take away all the healing herbs on the market as much as possible. Keep it hidden so they don't notice."

"Severus, you know that, right?"

"Yes, Master," Snape said humbly.

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

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

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

Voldemort was going to find a way to make the Elder Wand surrender to himself.

Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, for him, it's just an object that can be slaughtered at will, and let them live longer.

Those professors were no match for him.

"Teacher and student, now that we have it, the future will definitely be very interesting." He shook the liquid in the goblet, then flicked his wrist and spilled it on the black speckled stone steps, smelling dense The aroma of the wine, Nagini curiously dragged his smooth body and swam over, stretched out the letter, and licked the wine spilled by the master.