Malfoy and Avery left.

Voldemort stood alone in the stone house, squinting his red eyes, staring at the skull head.

The door was opened again, and a wizard walked in, and he fell to his knees humbly.

Voldemort turned his back to him and said softly:

"Gray, I'm really sad to know the death of your father, Evan Rozier."

Evan Rozier was a Death Eater who followed Voldemort in the early days. After his accident, Evan was also shot dead by Auror.

The son inherited his father's business... Since Evan was dead, Voldemort recruited his son Grey Rozier again.

"I will never regret it before my father dies." Gray said fanatically. "I will continue to be loyal to his master."

"Okay, very good." Voldemort's lips, which had no lips, twisted a smile.

"I remember that your family had been loyal to the first Dark King Grindelwald."

In fact, not only the Rozier family, but many pure blood families have joined the Grindelwald's Witch Party.

But the Rozier family is quite special. Vader Rozier is Grindelwald's right-hand man and a veritable No. 2 figure in the Wuci Party.

In fact, until Grindelwald was imprisoned in Newmongaard, their family spared no effort to help.

Gray thought Voldemort was going to settle the score later, so he hurriedly explained: "Master, that's all from half a century ago..."

"I know, it's okay." Voldemort raised a big pale hand and gently helped Gray up.

"Grindelwald is a complete loser! He lost the face of the Dark Lord!

Your Rozier family chose me, of course, they chose the right path.”

He patted Rozier on the shoulder and whispered, "I need you to do one thing."

"What's the matter, master?" asked Gray.

The fire was reflected in Voldemort's eyes, and he slowly said:

"I'm going to Newmongaard and let Grindelwald come out."

Due to Stark's sudden rise, coupled with Dumbledore... Voldemort felt that he might be looking for a helper.

Dumbledore was indeed old, but Stark was only sixteen years old. The battle that night had proved his terrible strength.

I have to find foreign aid.

Then, looking around, the only one who is qualified to join forces with him is Grindelwald, the former Dark Lord.

Although Voldemort looked down on this old senior, he was the previous generation of Dark Demon King after all.

When he was young, it was the peak of this person.

But after being imprisoned for decades, I will probably be half-dead.

Voldemort didn't expect Grindelwald to do too much, but as long as he could help him hold one.

"Tell Grindelwald that I would like to use Berlin, Germany as the boundary, to the east, to the west, to my territory."

Voldemort said softly.

"Yes, I get it, master." Gray nodded.

Voldemort walked to the table and picked up the skull.

The biggest enemy... will always be Dumbledore and Stark.

After these two people were solved, Voldemort believed that it would be easier to deal with a outdated Dark King.

He picked up the skull? He played with it gently in his hand? It seemed as if he was stroking his lover.

Will the International Wizarding Conference be held in Austria? It is just right for Dumbledore and Stark to find something to do.

It's better to drag two people there.

"Let's go, let's go out." Voldemort left first, and the Snake slowly slid behind him.

These are the secret tasks, and the rest are not very confidential? There is no need to be so careful.

Walking into the conference room? There was a large table in the room.

The candlelight is subtle? A pale moon? The light pours down from the wide sky-eye window of the dome? It illuminates the room.

Voldemort sat down in the main seat with his skull head.

All Death Eaters are done in order of rank.

"Grey? You sit here." Voldemort pointed to the seat close to his right, and Malfoy moved reluctantly.

Death Eaters are also classified into levels. Are there many Death Eaters? They are not worthy of attending this meeting.

And their core people also pay attention to their seats... and their abilities are related to the intimacy of the Dark King.

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Generally, the closer the wizard is to Voldemort? Just sit near to him.

Obviously, this newly added Death Eater named Grey won the favor of his master.

I can't say I have to stay overnight.

It's so jealous.

As for Malfoy... he must have been slightly alienated, otherwise why was he sent to the middle?

Then you must take the opportunity to step on it and add to the point of being... the traditional infighting skills are better.

"Not, what do you say from Gringott?" Voldemort looked at a hunchbacked wizard.

"Master, those goblins are very vague. I don't think they will stand with us. The last wizard war..."

"In the last Wizard War, we killed many of their companions, and they did not support either side in the end!" Voldemort sarcastically.

"It seems that the fairy war has exhausted all their courage."

"But..." Voldemort smiled. "Tell the goblins that I can give them better chips as long as they are put into our side."

"Are there a lot of gold?" Noth tentatively.

"Not gold." Voldemort said disdainfully: "It is the freedom that wizards have refused to give them for centuries, and they will not be able to withstand the temptation."

There was a silence on the table.

"Don't be afraid, you can only defeat Dumbledore, it's just a breeze to clean them up." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice:

"At that time, I will take back the ownership of Gringott."

"Yes, I get it, Master."

Voldemort looked at a corner of the table again and asked loudly:

"Karo, I heard that you have a good relationship with Igor Kakarov?"

"Master, who did you hear me? This is impossible!" Amikus Carlo raised his head and defended.

"That traitor, I wish I could chop off his dog's head with one knife!"

"Yes, we are not familiar with Kakarov at all." Amikus's sister Alecto echoed.

"Don't lie to me, the great Dark Lord knows everything..." Voldemort sneered: "I heard that your family has children going to school in Demstrong.

This year, I also participated in the Triple Championship with Kakarov…”

"That was adopted!" Amikus hurriedly explained, "It's not my biological son!"

"Yes, master." Alecto said loudly: "Actually, Malfoy and Kakarov have a good relationship.

I heard that he was also going to send his son Draco to Demstrong to school through Kakarov."

Grass! (a tactic)

Malfoy looked at the two of them resentful.

First, Avery, and then Carlo brothers and sisters... they all said bad things about me, Malfoy.

Whoever you get involved!

Voldemort did not blame the Carlo brothers and sisters, nor did he scold Malfoy, but said softly:

"According to the reliable information I have received, Kakarov is still staying at Hogwarts. He has completely turned to Dumbledore."

Voldemort stood up and walked slowly beside everyone.

For a moment, the room was as cold as ice.

Voldemort hissed, the sound became louder and louder. One or two wizards couldn't help but chill, and only heard a heavy thing crawling on the floor under the table.

The giant snake leaned out and slowly climbed onto Voldemort's chair. It climbed higher and higher, as if it was endless, and then put its body on Voldemort's shoulder.

"Kakarov seems to think that under the nose of the idiot who likes mud-bred, he can survive safely."

Voldemort gently stroked the snake's head, looked around, and sneered:

“I am willing to forgive the servants who have changed their minds, and I don’t mind giving them another chance.
To be continued...