"Master! The old wand was taken away by Gellert Grindelwald, not in Grigovic's hands..." After saying that, these trembling subordinates almost all knelt on the ground, waiting for the Dark King's hair to fall, but Voldemort didn't say anything. One of the bolder ones quietly raised his eyes and peeked at Voldemort immediately lowered his head like an electric shock. His voice trembled and did not dare to delay and continued to say: "Grindelwald is being held in Newmongaard...but he should not have a wand in his hand..."

With a sharp gaze swept across the trembling Death Eaters, Voldemort asked loudly at the other end of the table, and Vick's eye turned strangely to the side, "How about it, Yaxley? Can I know the specific situation of Newmongaard by next Wednesday?"

Lucius Malfoy narrowed his eyes and his eyes fell on Yaxley, who was erecting his chest, and his cold light gray eyes drooped without any emotional fluctuations.

"Master, I must understand the situation." Yaxley said, and he also looked at Lucius, as if he had made up his mind to get some rewards to increase his status in front of the Dark Lord. "We have confidence in this regard, Neumungad is not necessarily more terrifying than Azkaban."

The Death Eaters were so arrogant that they dared not come out and lowered their heads, waiting for Voldemort's orders.

"Apart from that, wealth should no longer be placed in the warehouse to dust..." Voldemort turned his gaze to the slowly rotating crystal chandelier above his head, "Lucius, Bella, give me a plan tomorrow."

Lucius quickly responded: "Yes, master...I will..."

"You all think about what you can do for your master?" Bellatrix scolded sharply. As the mother of the Dark King's daughter, she had the capital to order the dark wizards to serve her.

For a moment, no one spoke, no one dared to move, only the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were still rotating tirelessly, and some rain sounds seemed to be heard outside the window, but the Dark Lord did not react to Bella's question, which gave the Death Eaters the courage to speak.

"Those horsemen are nothing, but in addition to those dangerous undead, Harris has domesticated many giants as armed forces... A new dragon farm was built in the floating city, and that Lun Harris can transform into a poisonous leopard..." Rabastan Lestrang asked in a rough voice, "Bella, we need more magical creatures and more Yin corpses as cannon fodder that hinder them... We need to rebuild a real base."

"Floating city, those magic ships, and fire dragons..." Since his elder brother Amikus Carlo died in the burial and was made into a blood eagle, Alecto Carlo has become much more haggard and gloomy, and hatred has accumulated into obsession and tyranny, which has always eaten her heart. "If they turn on the anti-phantom movement, if we want to attack, we need to fly vehicles to send us up, flying brooms, flying cars, and flying carpets, no matter what it is."

"Master, instead of letting these wastes continue to be silent here and delay more, we should indeed let them all act." Lucius lowered his head and asked for instructions, with his long platinum hair hanging behind him, and the light of the chandelier shone on his hair, shining, "We need more funds..."

"I remember... it seemed France was the first to announce his protection?" Voldemort's pale and slender fingers swayed casually in the air, then stood up and walked back.

"Master! I'll look at these idiots so that they won't mess up again." Bellatrix licked his thin lips, and saw that Voldemort didn't object to her, actually she wanted to relax her killing behavior, and jumped and pulled Rapastein and a few familiar Death Eaters out.

Figures disappeared into the void, Voldemort's leather boots rang in the marble-covered room, Nagini crawled beside him, and in this manor that began to be silent again, the baby girl in the room heard the sound, and the crying sound came again, accompanied by some low trembling screams.

Voldemort's magic robe rolled, and he had already walked through the baby's room and turned around. The closer he got, the louder the sound became.

Walking into the room, feeling the irritable and restless magic from the direction of the crib, Voldemort looked at the baby girl with a pale face. The baby girl had already floated over the crib. She kept kicking her little fat legs and grabbed her hand on the edge of the crib so that she could not float away.

A black bird with a sad expression and a thin body, its whole body was green and looked a bit like a malnourished vulture. It flew in at some point and was landing on a bed bell on the top of its head, facing the crib.

"I showed my talent at such a young age..." Voldemort raised his skin that had no hair, which was originally the eyebrow position: "Talent from me... Is it trying to catch that... Bu Bird?"

Voldemort recognized the little bird that was already shocked by the danger aura on him.

This magical animal is native to Great Britain and Ireland, but sometimes it can be seen in some places in Europe. It should have been particularly shy, building nests from thorns and eating large insects and fairies. It only comes out to fly when it rains and usually hides in its pear-shaped nest.

Wizards all avoid Bu Bird's nest because they are afraid of hearing the heartbreaking sound. They believe that many wizards pass by the bushes and hear the Bu Bird's sing, although they don't see it and have heart disease. However, through research on patients, it was finally shown that Bu Bird only calls when heavy rain comes. Since then, Bu Bird's sings have become very popular as family weather forecasters, but then many people have found that its sings almost never stops in winter are unbearable. The Bu Bird's feathers can not be used as quill pens because they repel ink. To this day, similar to ravens, this ugly bird, also known as Irish Phoenix, is still regarded as an unknown symbol by many superstitious wizards, and believe that its appearance will often bring some unfortunate events to the wizards who hear its sings and suffer hardships.

"Oh, it seems that Delphy, the little monster, can't hold on." Voldemort refocused his eyes on the baby. At this time, Delphy's hand, which had no grip, could no longer hold on, and he shook his whole body towards the ceiling.

The snake Nagini bounced up, straightened his body and rushed towards the crib, hovering himself into a ball, wanting to use himself as a cushion to catch the baby.

Later, Voldemort's daughter Delphie flew into the sky with a magical riot. She cried louder in fear, her little hands scratching in the air, and her whole body began to bump into the air like a ball of elastic - but so far she was not injured, because the invisible force before her body actually touched the surface of other objects bounced her back.

Nagini seemed a little crazy. He spitted out a snake letter, constantly trying to adjust his position and try to hold her with his teeth while he was bouncing down the other direction, but all ended in failure.

It lasted for a while, as if a pair of invisible hands held the baby and steadily supported it back to the crib. The guardrail of the crib was transformed into a prison, which completely trapped Delphie in the crib, and the little bull bird was turned into a bird cage by the bed bell at its feet.

Nagini poked his head out and climbed up higher and higher, and saw the baby girl lying back on the crib safely, he turned his snake face to Voldemort, just looking at his arms that had not yet been put down.
Chapter completed!