Voldemort raised his huge pale palm, and these slabs flew out of Lucius's tray and floated in front of Voldemort. His shiny red eyes, his vertical pupils focused on these slabs, and carefully investigated.

"Master, the slab vaguely describes the location of the collection." Lucius pointed his finger at a position on the slab on the far right. "I have read a lot of information and finally I can confirm that this location should be roughly in the Black Forest near Baden Württemberg... but where is it, Master, I still need enough time to explore..."

Voldemort ignored Lucius, his pale palm brushed across the slabs, and lines of words were carved on them. After carefully identifying the words, Voldemort directed the slabs to fall steadily on the table, and he took out his magic wand and pointed them on the slabs.

"Show your secret." The suspicious Voldemort used a spell to judge the history of the stone slab and confirmed that the stone slab had indeed been through thousands of years and was not a fake. Voldemort's cold mouth was torn open.

Lucius stroked his long hair that he had combed backwards, bowed slightly, and looked respectful: "Master... we used the detection spell we could think of on this stone slab, and only after confirming the authenticity was confirmed, dared to show it to the master."

Bellatrix looked at his brother-in-law Lucius, and used the copy of Vic's hand to support it on the chair. He leaned closer to Voldemort, making a sharp baby-like voice: "My master, Lucius is at least much more reliable than that group of waste."

"Lucius, it seems that you are good at discovering things? This task will be handed over to you..." Voldemort put the cover back and patted it gently to show that he was in a very good mood at this time, "Lucius, what should I reward you?"

This made everyone present relieved. The rage of their master in the previous series of times made even Bella unable to bear it.

"No, it's my glory to be able to serve the master..." Lucius quickly bowed and refused, looking at the Death Eaters around him, and seemed a little satisfied. Then, Lucius suddenly remembered his friend's broken arm, "If possible, Master, Rudolfs's hand is broken... Can it be..." After blurting out, Lucius suddenly realized that even if he didn't plan to look at his arm and replace it, he would not generously give this strange thing to his subordinates for use. His eyes flashed slightly and continued to explain, "Master, can you make another copy of Vik's hand... You shouldn't be eager for rewards to serve the master, but I do have such a wish. Rudolfs is useful to the master..."

"Shut up! Lucius! You don't need to judge who is useful to the master!" After Bellatrix yelled, he turned his gaze uneasy when facing Lucius looking at him.

Voldemort did not respond to Lucius' request and Bellatrix. He looked at these stone slabs again with a fiery look. One Vikner hand is nothing. Only if the hands and eyes are used together will have greater power. Now he knew there was a third one... If he could get these three, a greedy and cruel look flashed through his eyes: "Parkinson, give you another chance to collect information about Vikner Eye. If you can't do this little thing well, then you will have no value."

As soon as Voldemort's words fell, Old Parkinson almost fell to his knees with surprise, "I promise you, Master, I will do my best to do this."

"It's better, this is what your daughter, Pansy Parkinson, is better than you, and Nagini will be willing to have a dinner." Voldemort took out the letter from Pansy Parkinson again, and the letter flew towards Lucius. Lucius subconsciously pinched the parchment paper, "read the content of the letter to them."

Lucius hurriedly took it, and told the letter that the conflict between Harris and Dumbledore, the pure blood families in Britain were united to deal with Harris' attempt to drive them out of the UK, and Pansy's inquiry about the next action.

"Tell me what you think." Voldemort asked loudly at the group of Death Eaters after Lucius read, and the fire glowed in his red eyes.

"Even if Alan Harris and Dumbledore are united, the master is not afraid!" Bellatrix said in a baby voice, "Harris' selfish pure blood is a traitor of all pure blood! It's like rotten sores, and they have to be cut off."

Rabastein Lestrang's thick voice followed closely: "I hope these pure blood families can defeat the traitor Harris and let them roll back to Germany with their tails!"

Rudolfs looked at his brother who was waving his fists on his head, and hesitated for a moment and added: "Harris's speech made the pure blood families who were originally leaning towards Harris seem to be forced to support Dumbledore... As long as Harris loses, it will be very good for us... If they do not have the Ministry of Magic, we can easily deal with them."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lesterlanch, who is famous for his right hand waving his stick, is full of wisdom?" A tall man with greasy hair and a pockmarked face, said sarcastically with a tired expression - he is August Lukewood, who was placed in the Ministry of Magic by a spy who was placed in the Ministry of Magic in the First Wizard War. Before he was arrested, he was appointed as the Department of the Ministry of Magic. He was responsible for conveying the Ministry of Magic information to the mysterious people. After escape from prison last year, Voldemort learned about the prophecy ball placed in the Ministry of Magic through him. Recently, he was highly valued by the Dark King because of his former silent person.

After hearing this, Rabastein touched his wand as if he wanted to hit him, but Bellatrix was suppressed by his terrible sister-in-law's aura at first sight. Then Bellatrix turned his eyes to August and asked arrogantly: "My wrist is not slow either. Do you want to try it?"

"Sorry... Bellatrick, I have no other meaning." August Lukewood lowered his head obediently and did not dare to look at Bella.

"Enough, I'm asking you to say something, not to listen to your argument!" The mysterious man's impatient voice came, "Rudolphs, you continue."

This shocked all the Death Eaters present and prayed for forgiveness - but many Death Eaters around him looked at Rudolfs Lestrange, many looked at his broken wrist with unconcealed contempt, and some pretended to sweep over Bellatrix's belly inadvertently.

Rudolfs glanced at the calm, thoughtful Voldemort, and continued, "Harris doesn't like those pure-blood families. The current approach is to force them to a dead end. Dumbledore is also very disagreeable with their ideas. I think they are not too satisfied with Dumbledore... I think we can try to contact them again. In addition, many pure-blood families outside the UK are also very dissatisfied with Harris' decision..."

Voldemort ignored their words and his sharp eyes fell on Bellatrix.

"Master, I think this idiot's advice is pretty feasible." Bellatrix changed into a baby voice again, "But that's not enough. How can we lose our participation if we beat Harris? We have to fight back to England!"

Lucius was a little anxious. Although he also thought that Harris's actions were crazy and was a betrayal of pure blood, the current situation was a bit too late for him to get off the ship of Harris. He didn't want Harris to fall: "But the strength of the Ministry of Magic is not yet..."

"Lucius, you are still too timid. We don't have to attack the British magic world. Using phantoms to attack those muggles can put pressure on the British Ministry of Magic and give the pure blood family the excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic." Rapastein interrupted Lucius in a rough voice, just like his brother Rudolphus used to do.

"Lucius, before you go to complete the next excavation mission, use your unexposed identity to go back to the UK to contact those pure blood families who had not chosen us before. They wanted to defect to Harris before, but now the situation has become like this. A group of idiots... Be careful not to reveal our information in front of your son. Your son's position will be useful for us in the future..." Voldemort viciously opened his eyes and interrupted Lucius' rebuttal, and he jokingly mocked, "In addition, Rapastein, bring some people back to the UK to complete your ideas, and bring that idiot Crab to him and give him a chance... As for pure blood outside of the UK, go August."

"I will follow your wishes, master..." Lucius was worried about the Dark Lord starting to focus on Draco again, but fortunately, at least it seemed that he had no further plans in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!