The front page title of the magic newspaper with black and thick black was reflected in Voldemort's eyes: "Babajid Akinbad publicly apologizes to the British Ministry of Magic", "There is a conclusion to maintain or destroy", "The mysterious man, no, please call him Voldemort"...

The newspaper photos show the corresponding pictures in detail. The most eye-catching picture is the photo of Babajid Akinbad bowing and apologizing to British Minister of Magic Irving Harris. In the photo, he lowered his head and looked very depressed... The newspaper flew like snowflakes, falling on the ground in a dazzling way. Voldemort's pale and twisted face appeared behind the snowflakes.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, what is that? What's this?" Voldemort said softly, sweeping the Death Eaters in the room with his scarlet, cold eyes. "The increasing number of my name has to do with it?"

The room was silent. In this temporary cave, most of the Death Eaters were far away from civilization and robbed and plundered with Voldemort. As a temporary stronghold, they naturally did not have a wizard TV installed this time, so they were not well-informed about this information.

One or two wizards couldn't help but chill. No one dared to look at Voldemort's eyes. Some people lowered their heads, afraid that Voldemort would look at him; more of them turned their eyes to Lucius Malfoy who brought the British news.

Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised his slightly trembling hands to wipe off the sweat beads of his pale forehead, bowed his body and approached Voldemort carefully, his low voice tightened: "Master, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is a fantasy novel released in Muggle World in order to make everyone able to...can call out the master's name."

After learning that the harassment "phone calls" received in recent days were getting worse and Harris was causing the devil, he was afraid that his master would use them to vent his anger.

The edges of the newspapers scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by fire, rising up due to the high temperature, making a slight whine, and in a flash they turned into ashes. Threads of smoke rose from the newspapers and soon drifted away in the air, only the remaining ashes fell on the ground.

After the mysterious man burned it, it was beyond the expectations of the Death Eaters and did not look angry. He just frowned and asked again: "What's wrong with the International Wizards' Federation apologizing?"

"Because that novel describes the magic world in detail, so..." Lucius said, informing the Dark King of the previous meetings he discovered.

"It's so cunning. He actually came up with such a sinister way."

"Harris is so arrogant that he can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal."

"Harris is damned by those dirty, dirty mud breeds, and Harris is damned!"

...

The Death Eaters cursed angrily, one louder than the other, as if this could show their loyalty. Bellatrix's angry screams and curses seemed particularly prominent.

"Isn't there any pride that a pure blood family should have? My servants, don't be anxious, wait for me to prepare this time..." Voldemort's lips without lips twisted into a strange and cold smile, "No... no, that boy Harris is not willing to offend so many countries like a curse for his name, so that other magical worlds feel that Britain is so threatening... He has some other purposes..." As soon as he finished speaking with a smile, Voldemort thought of the humiliation brought to him by the other party and the statement in the duel, and thought that he had come back to his face and his expression became angry and distorted, "The dragon-slaying warrior finally became an evil dragon... Humph... My servants."

Recognizing the reason why the other party released himself trapped in the crystal ball, Voldemort's eyes became even more humiliated and angry. He slowly pinched together with his intact big pale hand one by one, and he pulled out his wand and pointed it at him, relieving his own curse on the name "Voldemort".

After all this, Voldemort realized that he had been following the "arrangement" planned for him by Harris. After this duel, Voldemort, who realized that he was no longer the opponent of the other party, began to be forced to use his remaining rational thinking in his youthful rational thinking.

Seeing Voldemort's movements, the wizards cursing in the cave gradually lowered until they were silent.

The cave was silent for a while, only the magic torches on the walls were making crackling sounds of flames bursting, until the cave was once again blunt footsteps, and the Death Eaters looked at the entrance of the cave with relief.

Old Parkinson hurriedly walked in from the door, feeling the unique atmosphere, his walking posture became stiff, but thinking of the news he brought, he mustered up the courage to continue walking forward, but his figure looked a little hunched.

"Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Voldemort's voice was cold and slow, and his fierce eyes fell on Parkinson as if he was venting.

"Master, this...this..." As if burned by his eyes, Parkinson shivered involuntarily. He glanced at Lucius quickly, walked stiffly to Voldemort, bowed his head respectfully, and finally found his tongue, "Master, I have good news, I found some information about the Eye of Vic..."

The people around were full of shock, the Death Eaters made a wave of restlessness, and the mysterious man felt a little surprised that the task he did not have hope would be discovered by the waste in front of him.

"Master, the trace of Vikna's Eye is related to the Monte family in Bulgaria." Under the reflection of the fire, Parkinson's skin looked darker than before, but his blood-sleeping eyes were full of panic, and his voice was hoarse and rough. "In the Middle Ages, the founder of Demstrong's and the first principal of the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova... After her death, it was Halfon Monte, the ancestor of the Monte family, who soon succeeded to become the second principal."

"Idiot, what's the point?" Bella scolded with a sharp voice, "Are you going to teach us magic history classes?!"

"Ah! Sorry!" Parkinson shivered, and then said quickly as he was written by his letter, "I discovered that the Eye of Vicna has appeared behind this history. Half Mont gave it to Nelida Vokanova, the founder of Demstrong also died bizarrely within a year! In the history of the Mont family, there have been geniuses who have been named after genius but died unexpectedly young... This is so abnormal... Master, it is definitely not a coincidence that these are combined together. I conclude that even if the Eye of Vicna family does not have the Eye of Vicna family, there must be news of the Eye of Vicna."

"The Monte family..." Voldemort's long voice sounded chilling, and the torch reflected in Voldemort's red eyes emitted a strange light, "Then, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, how did you find such a secret message?"

Parkinson heard the Dark Lord’s question, and then he bent down, not daring to neglect at all, and replied tremblingly: “Master, Hogwarts had an exchange student activity to Dermstrong before. My daughter Pansy learned the news from them…”

Bella looked very angry when she heard this: "It's been so long, why didn't you say it before?"

Voldemort was also terrifyingly calm. The atmosphere in the cave seemed to be a volcano before the eruption, and it was depressing and dull and almost stagnant.

"Master...I really had no choice, so I mobilized everyone in my family to help me inquire about this news..." Under such pressure, the cold sweat on Parkinson's forehead blew out layer by layer, "I just knew about Pansy..."

"Which exchange student did Pansy know about it?" Voldemort looked at Old Parkinson's nervous face, without a moment of space, and then asked immediately.

"Master...Master, this...I...I..." Parkinson trembled even harder. He stuttered and raised his head hesitantly couldn't tell a name. Voldemort followed Parkinson's gaze, his cold red eyes and Lucius's slightly angry gaze. His eyes were so sharp that several people were looking away quickly.

Seeing the Dark King looking at him, Lucius looked pale, "Master, it's my fault. Draco and Pansy are very close. They are almost inseparable in Slytherin..." He bent down low, "When I went back to get supplies with Narcissia this time, when Sissy and Draco were chatting, I only accidentally discovered that he and Pansy knew this information... For Parkinson... I pointed this way to Parkinson..."

Parkinson, who was frightened, suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe. "Master!" He begged mournfully, "Master, please forgive me! Forgive us!"

"Malfoy and Parkinson, combined with pure blood and pure blood..." Voldemort's calm, chilling voice did not change at all. His gaze moved from the trembling old Parkinson to Lucius and asked with a hissing, "Lucius, is this what Draco found when he was at Demstrong or someone told him? According to your previous introduction, Bulgaria and Britain seem to be not very good at dealing with?"

"Master, before I came, I have confirmed it properly, and there is a part of the record in the library of Demstrong. The fact that the genius wizard of the Mont family is prone to death early is well known in Bulgaria..." Lucius carefully thought about the meaning behind Voldemort's abnormal caution today. He understood that his former master had developed some fear in so many confrontations, and was worried that he would fall into the trap of his new master.

"The Parkinsons are not worthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you..." Voldemort straightened his waist, raised his head, and glanced at the Death Eaters in the cave. A high-pitched and clear command sounded: "Now, my servants, pack up, and thirty minutes later, we go to Bulgaria."

The sound of rustling magic robe rubbing sounded, and the Death Eaters walked out in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, and the top of the cave was shaken by the huge sound, and some gravel and dust fell. The horror almost passed through everyone's hearts, but before they could think too much, they nervously pulled out their magic wands almost instantly.

"One of you idiots has been followed!" Voldemort's hollow red eyes looked like the top of the cave, as if he could see the scene outside the cave. His voice resounded through the cave, drowned out the explosion. Then he turned his head and quickly ordered Lucius, "Protect Bella..."

Bellatrix looked very moved. She stretched out a wand with her belly and pressed it on her Death Eater mark, eager to know what was going on outside.

There were many Death Eaters like him who could not get an answer, and some Death Eaters couldn't help but scream, "What's going on?" But the continuous explosions and shrill cry quickly obliterated their questions.

"Master, there are all Aurors outside... It is the British Aurors attacking us..." A death eater with a panic face staggered into the cave. The walls were trembling, and more and more stones fell. He rolled and crawled to Voldemort's feet in a dusty face.

The Death Eaters in the cave had a commotion, and some people were secretly exchanging their eyes. Amid the thrilling explosion, mixed with the shouts of the Death Eaters, the mysterious man also pulled out his wand.

"Master! Don't go! Maybe Alan Harris is here too..." Bellatrix screamed, noticed Voldemort's eyes, and shook back in fear, "No, Master, of course, you don't have to be afraid of that bad boy... But we can deal with the Monte family first and then go to Germany... The master will win more beautifully by then..."

Lucius stared at Bella, who was considered his elder sister-in-law by relationship. He had learned from Narcisa that the crazy and unscrupulous woman in front of him often had nightmares after being attacked last time. It seemed that he had been scared by his new master. After Lucius knew that Bella had sacrificed his life to save Sissi last time, he had been thinking about how to save Bella, but the other party's fanaticism and personality towards the Dark King made him dare not reveal any of this tendency.
Chapter completed!