A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 508: Voldemort’s concerns

The flickering fire in the fireplace adds warmth to the dilapidated, cold and drafty walls at night.

But all the warmth disappears when the eyes meet the speaker.

Voldemort was sitting directly in front of the fireplace, with burning firewood behind him. This position was closest to the flames, but the shadow cast was much deeper than other positions. Except for his silhouette, the Death Eaters couldn't see it at all. What stood out were the red eyes and pale skin.

"Severus?" He looked towards the seat next to his right.

"The Longbottoms have confirmed their return to the Order of the Phoenix. The two of them seem to have been given a separate mission, but no specific information has been found. It is not ruled out that Dumbledore's stalking is the target, and the target is someone here."

There was a slight commotion among the people on the long table. Some adjusted their sitting postures uneasily, while others were excited.

"Master, let me go, let me find them, and I will catch them." A dark-skinned woman said excitedly. Judging from her outline, she must have been beautiful when she was young, but years of imprisonment have permanently changed her appearance and temperament, for the worse, of course.

Her cheeks were thin, her eyes bulged, and her black curly hair clung wildly to her head.

"Bellatrix, I don't doubt this, you've done it before." Voldemort looked at her with red eyes, "but you have more important things to do." He stopped looking She, turning to Snape, said, "Any more?"

"The Ministry of Magic and the "Future World" company have reached an agreement on the matter of the anti-thief waterfall. I have to admit that this will have a considerable impact on our career."

The commotion was more pronounced this time, and the Death Eaters exchanged anxious glances.

"It's that person's company..."

"We can't allow this to happen!" A Death Eater yelled, hammering on the table, "We should immediately organize a manpower attack." Many people followed suit, and the room was chaotic.

"Would you like to take the lead, Selwyn?" Voldemort asked softly, his voice easily drowning out the noise present.

The Death Eaters immediately fell silent, and their eyes became evasive. Finally, they all set their eyes on the wizard who spoke at the beginning. Selwyn murmured, "Lord, master, if this is your will, I, I will"

Voldemort smiled.

"You don't need to sacrifice yourself yet," said Voldemort lazily. "I can almost bet that the Ministry of Magic and Felix Hemp will be prepared... We must adapt to the new rules of war, Felix. Hap has come up with quite a few gadgets, some of which are surprisingly useful... Ouroboros Ring, is that what it's called? Ouroboros, huh?" He stared at Snape with scarlet snake eyes.

"That's right," Snape whispered, "he used it as his mark in the early years, I think many people here know that," the Death Eaters either frowned or shook their heads. "Later, this symbol disappeared with his graduation, and did not reappear until he returned to Hogwarts to teach and founded his own professor's club."

Voldemort made an unintelligible sound.

"Professor Club, Ouroboros... Severus, I thought this was a return gift you prepared for me after hearing the name."

Snape lowered his head, "Master, I have to admit, he is the most ambitious and well-organized character I have ever taught."

"You're right, I can imagine what he looked like when he was in school..." Voldemort said in a low voice, "I couldn't understand why Felix Hemp came so timely, and I suspected it was It's not that any of you betrayed me, but this newspaper gave me the answer." A newspaper fluttered from his hand and moved slowly on the long table.

The Death Eaters raised their heads from their respective positions and leaned forward to see clearly, but Voldemort obviously didn't have the patience for them to read them one by one, "It is clearly stated above that the three Potters passed through the Ouroboros Ring That's when I called in a helping hand."

"Other than that? I think many of you have heard of or even used the products of the "Future World" company. I am very interested in the sound transmission mirror. Although it is said that the distance it can communicate with is limited, it is foreseeable Fortunately, the tide of war has changed. We were ahead of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic with our unique marks more than a decade ago, and now we are back on the same starting line.”

"Master, what do you mean?"

"It would be even better if the magic above could be countered," said Voldemort slowly. The door of the target's house, drag them out of the warm and comfortable bed, and use their family members to threaten them to do things for us"

The crowd burst into loud laughter.

"That's what I'm good at, Master!" cried a Death Eater in devotion.

"Thanks Rodolphus, you will have this chance." Voldemort said without any emotion, "but like I said, it will get in our way, and who can come up with a way to deal with it?"

"Master, even with the anti-thief waterfall, we can still obtain all kinds of information through our familiar network."

Voldemort looked interested.

"I am impressed with you, Selwyn, do you have a good candidate?"

"There is one, her name is Umbridge, she used to fawn on me, and she boasted that she was a relative of the Selwyn family, but everyone knew that she had a father who was a cleaner. It's for Fudge's confidant's sake to casually deal with it... I'm sure she will help me deliver the news." Selwyn said respectfully.

"I know one too. My nephew works in the Ministry of Magic and is the youngest director. He has a good relationship with many Aurors." Another Death Eater said.

"Very well, Avery, since the loss of Yaxley, we have completely discredited the actions of Aurors." Voldemort said with satisfaction, "But even if he is dead, he is still serving our cause." Contribute, and we're meeting at his house right now."

Soon the Death Eaters began to chatter and talk, and no matter what, they could name a few acquaintances who worked in the Ministry of Magic. Add up almost sixty or seventy people. Needless to say, these people were the targets of the Death Eaters' next actions.

"Lucius."

"Yes, master." Lucius Malfoy raised his head, met Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and quickly lowered his head again.

"What's the news about McNeill and Rookwood?"

"I haven't found out yet." He replied in a low voice.

"Not yet," repeated Voldemort in a flat voice, and Lucius couldn't help but shudder. "Does this mean that you have lost power with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Master, please give me some time! I'm trying to get in touch with the new minister, but that woman won't let her in, and she's always accompanied by Sirius Black, who must be sent by the Order of the Phoenix." !”

"Sirius Black," said Voldemort, looking at Bellatrix, "if I remember correctly, he seems to be your cousin?"

"Yes, yes, master," she said excitedly, and couldn't help but lean forward, trying to get closer to Voldemort, "No, he is not my cousin, he is a disgrace to the Black family, scum, I wish I could kill him with my own hands."

"Then you have a lot of people to deal with." Voldemort said with a sneer.

Bellatrix seems confused, "how"

"Your niece has recently joined the Order of the Phoenix, and she is also very close to werewolves. She really deserves to be called a family, she is even more advanced than your sister... When will I hear about their wedding? Are you going to send a gift?"

Bellatrix gave Snape a hard look. He had provided all the information about the Order of the Phoenix.

Snape's thin lips forced a sarcastic smile.

"Master, she is not my niece. Since my younger sister married that Mudblood, they have nothing to do with the Black family." Bellatrix immediately distanced herself, but her words did not Satisfy Voldemort.

She obviously felt this, with a panic expression on her face, and at the same time she leaned forward even more, as if to express her loyalty. "Master, I will not sit back and watch this kind of thing happen. Although they are willing to fall, I will never allow the blood of the Black family to be further tarnished, I assure you! Right, Lucius, you don't want to be with Naxi either. Sha, people with the same blood have something to do with werewolves?"

"Yes." Lucius said dryly.

"Then let's do it right away and kill them before the next meeting." Bellatrix said excitedly.

"I have made an appointment with the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Thickness. If there is a time conflict...you have to make a choice." Lucius muttered, "Master, I have two things to report to you."

Voldemort's eyes fell on him again.

Lucius bite the bullet and said, "First thing, I met Haip at Ollivander's wand shop, he was very unfriendly to me, and reminded Ollivander to beware of me in front of me , us."

"He did have a reason to do so." Voldemort said calmly, but his face was slightly distorted, like a pale snake against the firelight, and the few people around him dared not look at him at all.

"Bad news, Lucius. I hope your second news will make everyone happy." Voldemort said softly.

"Of course," Lucius said out of breath, "I found out the exact location of Bode. He was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness. Too late to find the anomaly. But he will always get better if he is allowed to reveal to the Ministry of Magic that we are chasing the prophecy"

"Then he can't speak." Voldemort said, "Who is willing to solve this trouble for me? Antonin, what do you say?"

"It is my honor, the great Dark Lord." Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater with a long twisted face, said with a grin.

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When the meeting was over, Voldemort left Severus Snape alone.

He stared into the black night sky, more regretful than ever. Maybe I wait patiently for a few more months, or even a few years, and then I will get the most perfect resurrection with the help of Harry Potter's blood, the blood of the person who made him lose his magic power, body and power... In this way, Potter's mother The protection left on him will also exist in his own blood...

Remorse and frustration tormented Voldemort's heart. He had the heart to die on his own initiative and resurrected again, so that he could not only get rid of a strong enemy, but also make himself stronger. At least not as passive as it is now.

But he really couldn't wait.

On Christmas Eve, Felix Hemp and Dumbledore quietly raided Crouch's old house, leaving him with a huge psychological shadow, if he hadn't notified Barty Jr. , the closest chance of resurrection in the past ten years may be ruined. Especially when he learned that Barty Jr. was almost caught according to the scheduled plan to "clean up Mad-Eye Moody", he panicked even more.

From then on, he never dared to let little Barty out of his sight.

The months when he hesitated and made repeated choices were also the period of time he was most afraid of. He was afraid that Felix and Dumbledore would suddenly appear in the next second and take away his only loyal servant. I don't know how many years later I will have such an opportunity again.

One thing he didn't consider before, his resurrection materials are father's bone, servant's flesh, and enemy's blood, the latter two are actually time-limited.

Perhaps in another hundred years, he may boil Dumbledore to death, but the Death Eaters who are loyal to him, the enemies who hate and fear him will also disappear with time, and his name will be more famous than Dumbledore at that time. Lido's body decayed faster, how could he be resurrected?

Even though Voldemort thought he had conquered death, he was still forced by time to hold his head up.

What's more, Felix Hemp had already shown his talents at that time, and quite a few people thought he would be the next Dumbledore-like figure.

When Voldemort was free, he also read some gossip magazines to pass the time. Two groups of people quarreled on it. One side said that Felix Hemp had surpassed Dumbledore because he solved Quidditch by himself. Even though Voldemort scoffed at the riots that took place in the World Cup, it was a head-on defeat of hundreds of wizards. Dumbledore, the 'greatest white wizard', still had a long way to go. After all, Felix Heap faced drunken wizard tourists at the World Cup, who were no different from unarmed Muggles.

The only thing they agreed on was that Felix Hemp was currently the most promising person to replace Dumbledore in the future, because everyone was surprised to find that he was far less than thirty years old.

Under thirty years old!

This is also what Voldemort is most wary of. Even if he really survives a hundred years and kills Dumbledore, the stumbling block in front of him may become Hap again.

So after repeated weighing, he chose to give up Harry Potter's blood and carry out the resurrection secretly.

But since his resurrection, all his plans are not going well, except for the absurd Dark Lord nemesis Harry Potter and his brave and wise companions (the Ministry of Magic's latest slogan), and one more ancient rune professor. While he tried his best to deny his fate of failure in his heart, he couldn't help being dubious.

Especially if he actually heard a prophecy about his fate, no, half of it. He turned his head and looked at Snape, his red eyes were so thick that they were dripping with blood, his expression was both inscrutable and impatient.

"That prophecy, repeat the prophecy you heard."

"Leave a word unchanged?"

"Not a single word."

Snape muttered, it didn't sound like his own voice, as if he had returned to the dilapidated tavern in 1980, his lips trembled uncontrollably. He said in a hoarse voice: "The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching...born in the family that resisted him three times...born at the end of July..."

The dark room returned to silence ~IndoMTL.com~ I don't know how long it took, Snape said dryly, "Master, that's all I heard, and then I was discovered by the waiter at the Pig's Head Bar and kicked out. "

Voldemort didn't answer, and seemed lost in thought.

What does a complete prophecy look like? Is there... is there any mention of Felix Hemp? Or... his own ending?

"Master?" Snape raised his voice, his tone still unemotional.

"You can leave here and continue to collect information for me." Voldemort paused slightly, and said: "If there is a chance, get the whereabouts of Amelia Bones, she has already posed a threat."

"But master, I have no informants in the Ministry of Magic"

"Using that Sirius Black, haven't they gotten closer recently?"

Snape lowered his head, his dark eyes flickering, "I obey Master." He said finally.