It seemed to be asking for his opinion, but it had actually turned into an unquestionable order.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then his brain began to spin rapidly, trying to figure out Voldemort's inner thoughts.
At the same time, there was a surprised expression on his face, as if he was stunned for a moment.
"Lord Dark Lord, me, go to school?" Malfoy asked tentatively, stammering, seemingly incoherent, and didn't seem to be able to react.
In my heart, the waves had already started to turbulent, and huge waves suddenly broke out on the calm sea.
"Yes, don't you want to go and see your classmates." Voldemort said in an uncertain tone, his blood red eyes sized Malfoy up.
Then he closed his eyelids and rubbed the center of his brows with his long, pale fingers.
Voldemort definitely didn't want to show the superficial meaning, so he wouldn't care about the ridiculous "friendship" in his eyes, which should be just a mocking statement.
Then he opened his eyes, put his hand on the snake head armrest next to him, tapped his index finger on it lightly, and then began to say:
"I'm not going to conquer Hogwarts for the time being, I have to deal with some things, some annoying little troubles."
"That's why people need to monitor those stubborn people to prevent them from doing some nasty tricks."
"I just need you to play the role of a student well... Harry Potter, I hope he won't be a deserter in the future." Voldemort pointed.
"I think you're tired after running away for so long, right? Draco"
Voldemort said "considerately" all the time.
On that pale, spider-like face, there was a rare and pleasant expression, and the pale lips seemed to warm up a bit.
Of course, this is also an excuse. When he needs it, he can also let the Death Eaters who need them give their lives, so why has he paid attention to their life and death? Let alone something that is hardly a sacrifice.
Almost all of his subordinates can be used by him as a tool to achieve his goal.
Someone died, and he showed a regretful expression, maybe it was just because a useful tool was missing.
Really, the woman who could make him feel a pity from the bottom of his heart, and who could make such a slight ripple in his emotionless world, had already died in Azkaban.
"But Draco is wanted now, Lord Dark Lord." Narcissa took a step forward and blurted out.
"Sissy! Be respectful to the Dark Lord!" Lucius grabbed his wife's arm in a panic, but it seemed that it was too late and the water was too late.
"That's all trivial matters. The current Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, has been controlled by me and obeys my orders. Now the Ministry of Magic has existed in name only, except for some idiots who can't see the situation clearly. Resist." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood at this time, he didn't feel offended, and he was free to explain.
With Umbridge as a useful pawn, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to use the power in her hands
The more he dealt with this ugly woman, the more satisfied he felt.
This woman's desire for power was terribly inflated, and now he was completely sure that even if she revealed her identity, as long as it didn't affect her power status, she wouldn't care which side she was loyal to.
Maybe he will move closer to them more spontaneously. He can't smell the evil smell that comes from the heart of that woman.
They're all of the same kind, it's just that Umbridge isn't as capable.
"I'll say hello to her, and, Lucius, aren't you also good at buying people's hearts? Dumbledore is dead, and this is a good time to gain prestige." Voldemort mentioned.
"Thank you for your kindness and generosity." Lucius gasped and said excitedly.
That being the case, with Voldemort's guarantee, his son might really have some hope and not be involved in that cruel battle.
"Thank you, master, for your understanding." Narcissa heaved a sigh of relief.
And all this was seen by Voldemort.
"It seems that the two of you were actually dissatisfied with my decision before?" Voldemort sat back on the throne, staring at Narcissa with cold eyes, making her feel like falling into an ice cave.
Lucius' body tensed immediately.
Voldemort didn't mind just now, and his gentle explanation disappeared immediately.
Now he came to his senses again and turned over the old account.
"Huh?" He narrowed his eyes slightly.
Stared at by the scarlet eyes, Lucius and his wife suddenly felt a little palpitating, and cold sweat soaked the robes behind them.
"Forget it, next time is not an example." He said lazily, raised the exquisite wine glass, put his lips close to the wall of the glass, took a sip of the amber liquid in it, and then slowly put it down.
The couple subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
The silver snake-shaped cane that Lucius carried behind his back was almost crushed and deformed in the short time just now.
"Okay, your son is going back to school, and there are some tasks for you, Lucius."
"Severus?" Voldemort moaned softly forward.
A green flame sprang up from the fireplace not far away, and then a man with a sallow face and wearing a black robe slowly stepped out of it, and walked all the way to the top of the steps under the gaze of everyone. , in front of Voldemort.
He maintained a slight bow, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly in his pitch-black eyes.
Lucius looked at the man in front of him in shock.
He should have thought of it earlier.
Severus Snape, now also betrayed the side of Hogwarts, turned back to Voldemort.
"Lucius, Severus will tell you about some potions. The temporary main force among us Death Eaters will be werewolves. You need to take away all the medicinal materials that can heal wounds on the market as much as possible, and do your best. Keep it hidden so they don't notice."
"Severus, you know that, right?"
"Yes, Master." Snape said humbly.
"You know better than me about this." Voldemort stroked his palm, not minding admitting his own shortcomings.
"It's just because the master set the goal in a longer-term position." Snape said humbly, lowering his head slowly.
"As for me, I will leave for a short time in the future." Voldemort revealed his future movements.
Voldemort had to find a way to completely subdue the Elder Wand to himself.
Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, for him, it was nothing more than an object that could be slaughtered at will, and let them live longer.
Those professors were no match for him.
"Teachers and students, we have it now, and it will definitely be interesting in the future." He shook the liquid in the goblet, then flicked his wrist, and splashed it on the black-spotted stone steps, smelling densely The smell of wine, Nagini curiously dragged his slippery body to swim over, stretched out the letter, and licked the wine spilled by the master.