The foyer is very large, dimly lit and luxuriously decorated, and a luxurious carpet covers almost the entire stone floor.

A marble fire was burning in the marble fireplace, and the fire was shining on the house. Above the fireplace was a skull.

The two empty eye sockets were aimed at a well-decorated long table, and beside the table were a group of Death Eaters.

A wizard in black robe sat in the upper position:

He had no hair, like a snake, two slender nostrils, a pair of shiny red eyes, and his pupils were vertical.

His skin was very pale, and seemed to emit a delicate luster like pearl pink and white jade soup.

Voldemort's left hand supported his chin, as if he was dozing off, and as if he was listening to the Death Eater's report.

The charred right hand was placed under the table and briskly stroked the head of the huge snake.

The three snake heads floated on the Dark King's knees, rubbing there, as if they were in heat.

Most of the people at the table looked at the speaker.

Yaxley's face was full of flesh, his face was gloomy and slightly cruel, which was very incompatible with the gorgeous silver silk robe on his body.

"The leader of the Dementor wants a country to reproduce freely.

If they promised, they were willing to surrender and let the Death Eaters leave Azkaban."

No one spoke for a moment, but Voldemort opened his eyes and said lazily:

"When will they release my loyal servants?"

"At the earliest, it will be next March." Yaxley said humbly:

"The Ministry of Magic's Auror's office has not known what the news has been. It has been conducting inspections recently. It's going to be over this period of time..."

Voldemort squinted his eyes and said:

"I heard that the incoming French Minister of Magic Clicang is very close to Stark..."

Everyone was confused and didn't know why the Dark King suddenly mentioned this.

Voldemort rubbed the head of the Roni snake and said, "I don't like this country. Tell the Dementors that as long as I surrender to the Dark Lord, I can let them breed in France."

The Death Eaters all have different expressions.

Have we started painting French pie before even Britain has ruled?

Although France surrendered to Germany in just 43 days during World War II, it was because of the first Dark King Grindelwald.

Well, the master obviously thinks that they are all the Dark Lords... Grindelwald can destroy France in 43 days, and he can be shorter!

Nowadays, anyone can really breastfeed.

Voldemort did not care about everyone's expressions and continued to speak in a low voice:

"I can hand it over to the dementors in France, but one thing is that I want those servants who are locked up in Azkaban...this Christmas, to appear next to me.

Instead of waiting until March next year, do you understand?!"

Yaxley was silent for a moment, but still nodded. Do he dare not explain it?

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction and looked at Malfoy and Avery again.

"What do I want?"

"I have used the Soul-Snatching Curse to control Broderick Bode of the Mysterious Affairs Department, Master!" Malfoy said hurriedly.

"This time, it will definitely be foolproof!" Avery also agreed.

"Ha~ Impossible?" Voldemort smiled, his red eyes staring at the two of them, his eyes so sharp.

The few people next to him quickly looked elsewhere, as if worried that the cruel gaze would burn him.

"You were the last time you controlled the Order of the Phoenix, and said that everything was foolproof.

But he was caught by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban."

Voldemort stood up and walked towards the two of them barefoot.

He bent down gently, pressed his hands on both shoulders, his voice low and hoarse:

"If I fail this time and can't get what I want, I don't mind sending you to Azkaban."

Both Malfoy and Avery shuddered.

Malfoy even swallowed, and glanced at the charred hand on his shoulder.

It seems that as Stark said, the Dark King was deeply poisoned.

He remembered the diary and was even more shaking.

Avery hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, every time I go to the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley pays attention. I'm afraid he will notice something."

"Weasley... that pure blood traitor?" Voldemort didn't care: "The Order of the Phoenix hasn't noticed it yet."

Snape was an undercover agent for him, and did not mention that Dumbledore was aware of it, and he wanted to predict the ball.

"But it is indeed a hidden danger..." The Dark King said coldly: "It's time to teach this pure blood traitor a little bloody lesson.

Let him understand that the pure blood family should not betray their own class!”

Voldemort whispered:

"This Christmas, I will attack Weasley and help you divert the Order of the Order."

He patted the two of them on the shoulders gently.

"So, you must get that thing and don't let me down again!"

Malfoy thought it was a pity. Since the master took action himself, Arthur might be gone.

Voldemort went around another arc, and his small steps were slow, heading towards another Death Eater.

"Where is that woman Rita Skit? Have you caught her? The bug tail?"

"Not yet, master." Pet Peter trembled, his voice mixed with crying.

"Stark hid her... and hid her very well. All her reports were not sent to the Prophet Daily...I...I..."

Voldemort showed a terrible smile, and his red eyes became hollow and cold and ruthless.

This time he finally lost all his patience and raised his wand.

"Heart-broken!"

The insect's tail twisted in pain and screamed. No one else moved, but looked silently.

No wonder the Dark King is so angry.

A full meeting of the Death Eaters was held in July, and short-term plans and guidelines were formulated.

Now, it has been half a year, and none of them have been realized!

Grey Rozier, who was sent to Austria to find Grindelwald, was caught by Stark and sent to the Austrian Ministry of Magic;

Going to the Alps to recruit giant servants, it also ended in failure;

The prophecy ball has not made any progress;

The Karo brothers and sisters who went to kill Kakarov also had no news...

Now, even a little reporter can't find it. What's the use of asking for this group of waste?!

Voldemort tortured the insect tail for more than ten minutes before he could quit:

"Indeed, if Stark wanted to hide someone, he would definitely hide it very well. But this is not a reason, I only look at the results!"

He stretched out a slender and pale finger, and the cold fingertips touched the bald head of the insect's tail.

"That woman has had a great impact on our career... She is still reporting on it, almost exposing us."

"Word Tail, I must catch her no matter what you do, and cut her head off at Christmas and send it to Stark's bed.

This is my Christmas gift to him.

Do you understand?"

The insect's tail was trembling more and more, and it was not easy to find Rita... and I had to cut off my head and send it to Stark's bed?

Do you think of me as your godfather?!

Voldemort circled around and sat back to his original position.

"This Christmas, I will leave Britain temporarily...to make a large army of giant corpses.

I will also go to Demstrong in person to bring Kakarov's head back, I hope I will come back…”

His red eyes looked around coldly.

"Can you hear good news!"

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Chapter completed!