Dumbledore's fame was known to almost everyone in Europe, and the White Wizard was famous. Malfoy was able to escape from his hands at this age, which had to be amazing.
Voldemort's deep voice sounded again in the living room.
"In the past ten years, many people have left us. During the first war, my loyal Death Eaters who did not want to get rid of their crimes stayed in Azkaban to spend those extremely difficult days, but, When I was about to rescue them, I failed to see the hope of the future and was killed by a dementor."
"Those who claim to be righteous are nothing but sanctimonious hypocrites." Voldemort sneered.
There was another commotion at the round table.
But in fact, many people here could not understand what Voldemort said at all, and they just responded subconsciously.
This is actually a group of stragglers who lack cohesion.
There are dark wizards from North America, black wizards from Africa, local vampires, foreign vampires, a large number of werewolves, a few goblins, and representatives of some giant tribes. They are here under the call of the Dark Lord. get together.
Many of them only know that what they see in front of them is a powerful dark wizard who can unite their forces, and many wizards who are wanted internationally also choose to stay here.
Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters were all dead, and he could only choose this method to re-establish and expand his own power.
It turns out that the Death Eaters who followed him can be said to be quite capable, and they can barely be said to be united.
The powerful ones include Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolokhov, who have mastered many vicious spells and are powerful.
Even if they are dull and talented, the fathers of Crabbe and Goyle are at least from a professional background after staying in Hogwarts for seven years.
Only now, this is a group of miscellaneous soldiers with their own ghosts.
Even in intrigue.
His subordinates often had conflicts, which were almost irreconcilable contradictions.
White-skinned wizards look down on black-skinned wizards, and green-skinned wizards can only look down on each other with non-human species.
When Voldemort bewitched them, he made a big promise, but with his personality, even ordinary wizards were regarded as slaves, not to mention these things that can't even be called human beings.
There are some African wizards who don't even use a wand, and it's hard to trust their abilities.
Of course, this is actually prejudice, and wizards without wands are actually not uncommon outside of Europe.
But there are some wizards with more obvious shortcomings. As long as you become a pig in front of his eyes, he will fall into madness, lose his mind, and can't even say the spell completely. They also have a characteristic, that is, Animagus cannot be a pig. , if it is, then it will choose to commit suicide.
He also likes to say from time to time: "An... Hu... Ba" is a confusing and harmless spell. In the end, it took a long time to use a powerful explosive demon. curse.
Blow yourself up first.
Maybe Voldemort was just using them as flesh bombs.
But now he doesn't care much about the quality of his subordinates, as long as they can be used, he only hopes that this will bring enough panic to the people of the British wizarding world.
He alone was more than capable of defeating an army of Aurors, such was his confidence.
"Okay, you can drink to your heart's content. Mr. Lucius, the owner of the manor, has thoughtfully prepared a lot of food suitable for you." Voldemort's fingers stroked the pale and sharp chin.
Lightly tap the wand in your hand, and with a "bang," a huge fireball exploded under the ceiling. The dense sparks entangled and scattered, and finally condensed into a snake shape. The tail hung upside down on the original lamp post, turning the dim living room It was brightened a little more, at least the food in front of me could be seen clearly.
Then Voldemort announced the beginning of the banquet.
Countless fresh blood, beef, and mutton were placed on silver ceramic plates and placed on the table without any treatment.
Most of the members of this party are werewolves, and they prefer to eat these creatures rather than cooked food.
As for other goblins, goblins, and vampires, they also carefully prepared corresponding food for them.
In the large living room, the slightly reddish light was better than nothing, and the whole room was still dark. After all, it was a gathering of dark forces, and it felt strange to make it too bright. However, when all the Death Eaters were feasting, a person He timidly hid in a corner of the wall, and even got out of the range of the large round table. Obviously, he was very uncomfortable with the environment here, as if he was surrounded by vicious hungry wolves.
And he is just a poor little white sheep.
The man caught Malfoy's attention as he descended the steps.
After taking a closer look and separating them carefully, Malfoy soon realized that he was wrong, this is a big fat sheep.
Either literally or figuratively.
From the former point of view, he has a big belly, a fat abdomen, a slightly bloated body, and a full face, and obesity can be found in any part of his body.
From the latter point of view, many casinos like to call those who come there to give money "fat sheep", don't they
Ludo Bagman, a deplorable gambler.
The original him can barely be said to be misled. With overwhelming support at the Wizengamot, he was acquitted.
Now, it is really inevitable to slide into the abyss.
Maybe it was a broken can, and he took refuge in Voldemort's men, and maybe he could have a living.
This man is now old and haggard, and being with this group of vicious people is really a test of one's nerves. It was only after he and Malfoy made eye contact that he looked at this young man in disbelief. .
"You..." His voice was stuck in his throat, as if someone had stuck his neck.
He was busy avoiding debts, and he didn't know the latest news from the outside world at all.
So when he saw Malfoy, he fell into an inexplicable shock.
Then there was a feeling of grief and exasperation, and he wanted to ask Malfoy why he lost the game.
Malfoy just gave him a contemptuous look.
Then Bagman fell silent.
"I don't seem to have the obligation to become your cash cow." He said lightly.
Bagman has only now realized that he is no longer the highly powerful referee at that time, and this young man is not his competitor either.
Malfoy is now the celebrity in front of Voldemort.
With a cough, I would shiver.
Why did you provoke him like crazy
Bagman was dripping with cold sweat.
And Malfoy didn't continue to pay attention to his meaning, this kind of gambler, just let him fend for himself.
He turned his head, glanced unobtrusively at Nagini who was wrapped around the foot of the throne on the stone steps, and then quickly shifted his gaze away.
Nagini was also spitting out its scarlet letter at this time, looking at the people around it.
This is another Horcrux of Voldemort.
Malfoy had fully confirmed this information just now.