Surrounded by dark green curtains in the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunlight seized the opportunity to pass through the curtains lifted by the wind and shot into the room. The sudden sunlight flashed on the wall with a dark flower design.

Cheers came from the TV in the room, in the small square screen: Allen cut off Voldemort's palm and said sarcastic words, and a close-up of the red-eyed and noseless witch with a face full of pain and hatred was given a close-up on the TV.

The mysterious man who made countless people afraid of was defeated by Alan Harris. The TV station will play these clips from time to time to give ordinary wizards confidence and security.

A witch who looks only in her early twenties, with black jade-like hair, thin cheeks and tall figure is sitting on the sofa opposite the TV, while his slender hand is a book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" published by Rita Skitter in the Muggle World under the pseudonym.

With a snap.

The TV was turned off and the picture was pitch black.

The witch put her eyes off the TV. He picked up the book at hand, and his eyes were on a line of words - "I can only hear the terrifying screams of Kiro and the fierce roar of Voldemort... but this may be an hallucination in his mind."

The tall witch frowned, her eyes flashed with anger, and her handsome face lit up to make her cold outside, like an elegant cat suddenly screaming and revealing her sharp teeth.

Another muffled sound.

The witch closed the book in her hand, and his slender fingers tightened the book cover. The book cover was wrinkled, and the force that the fingers pinched were even broken and deformed.

But gradually, the witch relaxed her body, calmed her frown and let her fingers loosened her book.

The black-haired witch pointed the cover of the book directly with her fingers, and all the damaged and wrinkled areas were restored to new heights. Then she stood up and walked to the red-brown bookshelf in front of the dark flower wall, and inserted the novel into it again.

The witch turned around and walked out the door. The sound of leather boots sounded on the light gray tiles. He walked to the patio stairwell at the end of the corridor. The Muggle residential building where he was located was only thirteen floors. Although it was not luxurious, it was better than simplicity and symmetry, highlighting calmness. Each room was a square shape, and the functional space division and location layout reflected a hint of rigor.

The handrails painted in dark brown are layered and winding down. The stair railings are carved with iron craftsmanship. The long layered stairs make people feel dizzy when looking down from the top. At both ends of the aisle at the stairs, continuous arches and corridors are connected, and in the corridor are houses with similar layouts.

Overall, this building is elegant and exquisite, and it is not lacking in comfort. It is just that the dark color schemes of black and brown and the dark brown doors make the room a little depressed.

At this time, the witch was standing in the corridor on the highest floor, holding her slender fingers on the railing and looking down from the patio. Unlike the desertedness on this floor, the various muggles downstairs were living normally, as if they could not see the weirdness on their top floor.

"Master." The Death Eater, who was in charge of alert at the corner of the stairs, looked up and saw the male witch, greeted him immediately, and took the initiative to report, "We have allocated the supplies sent by the Murceber family..."

"The loyal family...Murceber showed his unique and outstanding 'humor' talent for the Mud Bands when he was in school." The young Voldemort's eyes remained below, and he ordered the guards in an elegant tone, "Go downstairs to knock on the doors of those lazy things and let them go upstairs."

"Yes, my master..." The Death Eater Guard responded, bowed and began to walk downstairs - the Death Eater lived in the building, and did not clean up all the muggles like they did before, and when choosing the house they occupied, they also chose the bachelors to avoid exposure.

Soon, the young Voldemort's living room was filled with the rustling sound of cloaks, and many wizards in black cloaks gathered in the living room, and their existence made the slightly gloomy space look even darker.

"It is not easy to collect this magic knowledge... but I hope you will continue to work hard..." The witch's fingers slid across the parchment paper piled on the table in front of him, and some of them were newly released by Hogwarts. He casually opened a volume, looked at it and put it aside. "Many of us have performed surprisingly. They are loyal and raised a wealth of supplies, which provides us with guarantees... This is a necessary weapon to bring us final victory..." The young Voldemort's eyes were on the living room. The group of wizards who just nodded mechanically but silent wizards swept over, and a concerned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I noticed that your mental state is not good. Is it because the wet and cold weather here that has made you lose your vitality?"

"Master?" Some Death Eaters made a sound in shock.

Voldemort continued to stare at the group of Death Eaters, playing with the parchment casually. After a brief silence, a slightly loud voice sounded: "Friends, I know that many of you feel slim about the future, and I feel that I am young and I have no chance to defeat Alan Harris..."

"Master...I don't..."

"Master...I'm not..."

"Master... don't be blind...uh..."

This kind of words made the Death Eaters panic. They quickly became more energetic and showed their interest: some straightened their bodies, some seemed to be unable to sit still, and they all looked at their masters with their eyes.

"I see you as my 'real family', so I decided to tell you some plans for our future." The young Voldemort simply wore a black robe, his hair was neatly woven, and his cheeks were thin, but all of this made him look very handsome and charming. "Don't forget the original intention of our establishment. The status and power of purebred wizards should be above the mud and those who do not know magic, and should make them our slaves..."

The Death Eaters dare not say anything, but the expression on their faces is sincere or not, they try their best to express their positive attitude.

"In terms of magical attainments, I am indeed not an opponent of Alan Harris..." The young Voldemort admitted that his voice was a little unnatural at this time, and there was a red light in his eyes. Then he paused for a while and changed to a confident voice, "But I have regained youth and reason now... This made me understand why we are staring at the small piece of British land? I will not let you continue to burn, kill and loot like before. It is not that I am afraid..." Voldemort smiled and looked at his subordinates, "but I have a greater plan...There are countless magical worlds in the world, and with our power, it is not too difficult to find a way to replace it..."

"Master, Graham firmly follows your footsteps!" A short and fat man standing not far from the bookcase said with a little excited and panting.

Several Death Eaters next to the bookcase also laughed, although they had not yet fully understood Voldemort's plan.

"We now have this opportunity and capital." The young Voldemort's voice came into the ears of the Death Eaters. "As long as we successfully make a comeback and have an official identity... we don't need to be hostile to the British magic circle. Although they mistakenly changed the concept of "pure-blooded wizard supremacy" to "wizard supremacy"... we don't have to interfere in their internal affairs, just as they have no reason not to interfere with us... And in this land in Demstrong that only recruits pure-blooded students, even if this school has been infiltrated by Harris, we can also build a new magic school that suits our Death Eaters' ideas... Speaking of which, this is the inspiration given to me by Alan Harris's drive away Dumbledore..."

Voldemort's sure voice echoed in the room. Compared with the first perfunctory Death Eaters, many people had already blushed for the future he described. The atmosphere in the living room became warm. Other Death Eaters exchanged pleasant gazes with each other and expressed their loyalty loudly to the Dark Lord. Several bowed softly, wishing to kneel on the ground to express their loyalty.

"Master, the Mulceber family will do everything to achieve the master's goal!" Mulceber seemed to feel the blood in his body buzzing like wings, "I will write a letter to the family later, so that they can do their best to dispatch more resources!"

"Master! I started to ask my family to prepare supplies a few days ago and will be sent here soon." Old Parkinson also blushed at this time and made a decision. His previous hesitation was wiped out - Malfoy and Snape have been proven to be traitors, Lestrange has also disappeared, and many people have chosen to go to the United States during the previous division. Now the Death Eaters who were once respected by the Dark King are not around the Dark King who is rational enough and so bloodthirsty.
Chapter completed!