In the center of the room, a bonfire was lit, and the firewood made a crackling sound.

The swaying fire illuminated Voldemort's cold and disfigured face.

It was still summer, but he was a little cold. He wrapped his little black robe tightly and placed his bare feet on top of the flame to bake.

The already cramped and closed room immediately exuded a strange smell.

Voldemort's shadow was stretched out by the fire and projected onto a long table.

A group of Death Eaters sat on both sides of the long table, all covered by the huge shadow.

No one dared to speak, just lowered his head, as if he was mute.

It seems that as long as you lower your head, you will not be named by the Dark King. It is very similar to the scene where the teacher is preparing to ask questions in class.

There are also small moves, such as insect tail...

He sat sneakily in an inconspicuous corner, gnawing on his long nails, as if doing nail art repairs.

The big blonde Roll secretly blocked his nostrils with his thick fingers, but dug out a pile of colloidal substances and sent them into his mouth.

He also gave Nott a look, as if he was inviting him to taste the salty taste.

Perhaps scared by Roll's perverted behavior, Nott moved his butt and continued to play the role of a depressed patient.

All living beings are all kinds of... But overall, Death Eaters are in a low mood and have begun to use various strange behaviors to vent this anxiety.

You know, when the Dark King just declared war last year, the Death Eaters were so energetic.

Even shouted out arrogantly:

The Ministry of Magic was captured in three months, the Order of the Phoenix was eliminated in five months, and in June, the army crossed the English Channel, and occupied Paris in thirty-seven days before the French people surrendered.

Finally, in winter, I hit Moscow all the way and hung the group of Russians on the street lights.

How rampant it was at that time, how sluggish it was at this time.

Many people even began to plan to run away to prevent them from being counterattacked by the Ministry of Magic after defeat.

It can only be said that the failure of the last battle was a major blow to the entire Death Eater Group.

Everyone also realized that the gap between the two sides was too big.

The first wizard war can last for ten years, and this time it will probably... be defeated quickly.

The reason is the difference in top combat power.

Compared with the First Wizard War, Dumbledore was still the same Dumbledore, and even because of his age, he was much weaker than many years.

Voldemort is stronger.

But the battle situation is getting worse.

Anyone with discerning eyes knows that the Order of the Phoenix integrates the Ministry of Magic is one aspect, the most important thing... a Stark emerged.

He broke the balance of the competition between the two major forces.

Even if Voldemort can exchange Dumbledore's limit one, there is one more person on the other side.

If no one restrains this level of powerful wizard, once placed on the battlefield, it will be enough to change the situation in an instant.

Voldemort sat there, holding a purple-shirted wooden wand in his two pale hands, observing the expressions of everyone.

He sighed slightly.

People's hearts are dispersed and the team is difficult to lead.

So, he was waiting for someone to wait for a wizard who was enough to unite people's hearts and change the situation of war to appear.

It's not just that unlucky thing. He looked around and suddenly said loudly:

"Where is Draco... Where is Draco? Why didn't he come to the meeting, dear Narcisa?!"

Narcissa shook her whole body, she raised her head tremblingly, her eyes were deep, full of fear, and she no longer had the grace of the past.

The woman stared at her eyes and said humbly:

"Draco is now loyal to your mission, Master."

"Task?" Voldemort rolled up his lips and laughed.

"It's August now, and it's still some time before Hogwarts starts. My mission is not something I can do now."

Voldemort assigned a mission to ask Draco to kill Dumbledore and Stark.

He couldn't finish it at Hogwarts, and he left school, and he had no chance to get close to the two of them.

Voldemort stretched his head forward and asked coldly:

"Isn't you afraid to come?" The Malfoy family has always been cowards."

A sneer broke out around the table. Many people leaned forward and exchanged pleasant gazes with each other. Several even raised the table with their fists.

"No..." Nassisa waved her hand quickly and said with a sharp voice:

"Master, Draco discovered Potter's traces. He has been to Diagon Alley recently, and maybe... can catch him."

When Narcisa said this, she couldn't help but lower her head... She didn't believe it herself.

But I don’t know why my son is so confident and dares to let her talk to the Dark King like this.

Voldemort's expression did not change at all. He knew better than anyone else how good Dumbledore had to protect the boy.

Maybe, this is a trap, deliberately tempting him to send Death Eaters to attack and then ambush him.

Isn’t this how the battle between the Mysterious Affairs Department was cheated?

Voldemort has suffered a loss and has long been stable.

As for Draco... his original intention was to punish Lucius for his failure and force his son to die.

I didn't expect Draco to do anything big successfully.

Since he wants to catch Potter, just go. It’s best to catch it, but it’s impossible to catch it... it’s just dead.

"I hope he can succeed." Voldemort's lips curled up and he smiled slightly mockingly.

What else Narcisa wanted to say, the door was knocked.

"Come in." Voldemort said without raising his head.

Narcisa quickly shut up, and saw the Carlo brother and sister appear, and they both walked in quickly.

The Death Eaters all looked at the two of them curiously. The brother and sister had not appeared for a long time.

Two years ago, they were sent to kill the traitor Kakarov.

But there was no news, and everyone thought that the Carlo brother and sister had died, so they took the opportunity to run away.

Unexpectedly, he came back.

Voldemort's attitude also surprised many Death Eaters.

Not only did he not punish them, he was in a high mood and said excitedly:

"Amikus, you're back, it's great. Is he here?"

"Master, when you come, he is waiting for your reception in the hall." Amikus Carlo said proudly.

"How can we neglect our noble guests so much?" Voldemort said with a slight reproach.

"Word Tail, go and invite the distinguished guests here respectfully."

He was suddenly named, and the insect tail bit the nails that had been trimmed for the afternoon.

He stammered, "Yes, Lord...Master."

Peter climbed down from the chair in a panic and hurriedly left the conference room.

"Everyone, I'll reveal a secret." Voldemort stood up and away from the bonfire, and he excitedly said:

"The first Dark King Grindelwald, here is coming soon, join hands with me."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

In the fire, Voldemort's red eyes seemed to be burning. He placed his wand between his slender fingers and slowly twitched.

"Two years ago, Grindelwald escaped from Neumungard from Vienna, and it was the result of my dispatch of subordinates to contact him."

Voldemort looked like he was planning.

"After that, I contacted him many times and even signed an agreement.

Today, he fulfilled his promise and led the Wuci Party to join forces with us to attack Dumbledore and Stark together!"

The wizards at the table were obviously interested: some straightened their bodies, some seemed to be unable to sit still, and seemed to be very excited.

No matter whether it is a performance or a professional smirk, or if you really believe it, anyway... it's all over.

At this time, under the guidance of the insect tail, an old man, with a few wizards, walked in slowly.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I'm so happy to see you." Voldemort made a loud, clear voice.

"Long time no see, Mr. Voldemort." Grindelwald said enthusiastically with a smile.
To be continued...