The draw starts from Azkaban

Ms. Burns and Voldemort appeared on the pier one after another. Voldemort saw the ashes here and had no intention of chasing the Ministry of Magic.

He was not angry either, which is a terrible thing, because anger is a thing that does not require a brain. When a person is in a rage, no matter how smart he is usually, he must have no brains at that time.

Voldemort, without a mind, is a stupid, human-looking magic wand.

Kong has magical powers and no brains. He will aim at wherever others point to.

But now, he seemed to have a brain, his face was as pale as a medieval nobleman with lead poisoning, and he looked at all this indifferently.

There was ashes everywhere, suspicious ashes everywhere in the air, as long as they breathed, they would choke into people's windpipes, and Voldemort didn't care what these were.

After a while, the clouds that were dispersed will gather again.

When the rain falls, these ashes will be brought to the ground by the rain and become part of the muddy ground.

"That's interesting, Duvi Jones."

There is only one person who can and dares to do this, and that is Duwei Jones, but the problem is that he saw Duwei Jones die with his own eyes, so he didn't believe it.

Things won't be that simple.

He had always had doubts in his heart. Voldemort knew that he was very suspicious. He would not have believed that Dewey Jones would die if he had not seen Dewey Jones' body with his own eyes. Now, he felt that he had vaguely found it. some clues.

"Blue flame."

He walked back and forth, his backswing soaked in the mud, he thought carefully about everything he knew, and got some clues.

It has something to do with his last trip to the Alps.

"Is that so? Is that so?"

Voldemort suddenly stopped, thinking of something.

"A little trick, a little trick."

By the time Voldemort thought he understood something, he had returned to Malfoy Manor.

Like a taunt, Voldemort stood inside Malfoy Manor, he knew it was a taunt, it was a taunt left by someone.

A trivial little trick, even the other party tied the two up and left them in the dark for Voldemort to discover.

Voldemort retreated, but the matter was not over at all. A battle made everyone feel a little uneasy, and made them all feel the existence of another group of people.

"What an interesting theory, hmm, theories are always interesting, look at you, I smell your fear, don't you, you are afraid, you are afraid, why?

Is it because you didn't die, and you were discovered by me?

Or because of some other thing, if so can you guys tell me what it is? "

Malfoy Manor, said Voldemort, who didn't look angry at all, in the black robe he always wore, walking up and down in front of the two men he had brought back.

The long robe tail dragged on the ground.

The top of the robe tail was dried mud.

The faces of the two people kneeling on the ground were ashen. They wanted to talk several times, but unfortunately, Voldemort didn't want to hear their voices. He was just venting his dissatisfaction. What he needed was for these two people to listen to their voices , what he needs is for the two in front of him to shut up.

"Listening is a virtue, don't you think?"

His scarlet eyes revealed a dangerous light, he asked this question, but did not ask his subordinates to answer.

"Yes, yes, what are you supposed to tell me. So that I don't think it's a sad failure?
Not so long ago, even I can tell the exact time, it was half an hour ago, Lucius, your stupidity ruined the werewolf army I was struggling with!

You gave them all to that stupid woman Bernshi, and left none of them to me!
And you told me that you were also attacked by others, and none of the werewolf wizards survived.

Do you think I'll believe what you say?Lucius, there is a traitor among you people, but not you!If a traitor can throw all my plans into shambles like this, then tell me, Lucius Malfoy, what I need from you! ! !
I want what you can do! ! ! "

Having said that, Voldemort couldn't suppress his anger anymore, he roared, and his whole eyes glowed red!
He picked up his wand and pointed it at Lucius, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling constantly, and used [Critical Carpal Bone] without hesitation.

There are no irrelevant people here, or there are no current people who should not be here.

The other kneeling figure is Wormtail.

His Voldemort's spell was so frightened that he sobbed loudly and trembled, the poor man seemed to be about to faint, his paws seemed to be stimulated a lot, curled up, twitched, and looked like he was about to have a heart attack, terrified Dead here.

Voldemort didn't care about his cowardly subordinate, he just looked at Lucius with his contemptuous and bloody eyes, he was very aware of the power of his spell, he knew how many seconds his spell could be Within time, drive the opponent crazy.

So he's precise, precise, part of the magic.

Torturing others is a pleasure, especially a person like Voldemort. In Cruciatus, he felt endless pleasure.

Lucius floated up from the ground, let out a tragic, inhuman wail, he couldn't even utter a complete word, Voldemort quietly counted the time.

And spit out the number.

"One"

"two"

"three"

It was not until the ninth count that Voldemort withdrew his wand unwillingly.

Lucius was like a fish coming ashore, clutching his chest, making a sound like a bellows.

Voldemort felt a little sorry.

He couldn't continue anymore, he knew very well in his heart that if he continued, Lucius would definitely become a lunatic, and this torture had come to an end.

"You're lucky."

Voldemort said softly, Lucius Malfoy should be glad that he is still useful to Voldemort.

The curse of this time just now is enough for the cowardly man in front of him to lie on the bed for at least half a month, and he will have an indelible sense of fear for him.

He can't kill him, he still needs Lucius to do things for him.

Thinking of this, Voldemort felt a little irritated.

All because of Dewey Jones, goddamn Dewey Jones, and the Ministry of Magic, who doesn't have many people available to him now.

What's more, he still didn't find any news about the god of death.

Except for the true and false information in the vague "Dark Wizard's Handbook", the rest of the information is in fairy tales.

And what the hell is "love magic".

Voldemort heaved a sigh of relief, and he looked at Wormtail, who was limp on the ground, in disgust. The [Cruciatus] just made him vent a little bit of anger, but his anger did not disappear completely.

Therefore, the person who receives this blessing now is Wormtail.

Voldemort turned around Wormtail in amazement.Yin Yang said strangely: "Originally I would ask you to crawl over on your knees and kiss my toes, and say to me 'Oh, thank you, my master, thank you, thank you for your kindness to me', but now it seems that I am very Disappointed, I am extremely disappointed, you did not do this, is it because I am no longer worthy of you?

If that's the case, why don't you go back to Dumbledore?You know, Dumbledore is always eclectic, and someone like you, he might as well take it under his wing. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wormtail on the ground without blinking, unable to breathe or think.

He didn't do any harm to Wormtail.

Wormtail became what he is now, purely because he was terrified to the extreme, and the intense fear made his whole body look like he was paralyzed by potion.

He was sobbing and crying, and it sounded like he was going to die in a second, and Voldemort was so disgusted by the sight that he raised his wand and lowered it quickly.

Dirty his wand.

In the next second, he lifted Wormtail up and put him in line with his gaze.

She approached him softly.

The low temperature caused by alchemy approached Wormtail like a snake, and Voldemort said, "Let's see who this is.

It's Wormtail.

It's disgusting to look at you now, why are you so scared?Is it because I usually treat you badly?

Or, you also know that you did not do what I told you, so you are blaming yourself and guilty? "

"Master, my master."

Wormtail trembled, screamed, and shouted in his uncomfortable voice, "I know, I know what's wrong, there's a traitor among the werewolves, someone leaked our whereabouts to the Ministry of Magic.

I know who it is, I know who he is, I didn't recognize him at first, and now I know, I really know, I'm worth, my lord, I'm worth. "

"Very good, very creative theory, thank you, Wormtail, if you hadn't told me about it, I might still be in the dark.

I may not know that there is an inner ghost on our side! "

Voldemort's tone and voice were full of undisguised sarcasm, he looked down at Heavy Tail, pointed his wand at Wormtail's mouth, and said with a smile: "A chance, the last chance.

Wormtail.

Next, I want to hear more news from your mouth. If your next news doesn't impress me, or make me feel happy, you know what kind of result you will encounter, Wormtail, you know Yes, is it, Wormtail? "

The big snake Nagini swam over from Voldemort, staring at the two people on the ground indifferently, Wormtail felt that he was about to urinate, and he said loudly: "It's Lupine, it's Lupine, I know it's him, I know it must be him."

Voldemort's eyes widened, and one of Wormtail's hands fell to the ground.

"Interesting theory. It's a lesson, Wormtail. Next time I want you to remember."

He looked at Wormtail whose screams were tuned to the extreme, and said indifferently: "This time it's just a hand, but if there is a next time, Wormtail, I won't want your hand.

All I may want is your life. "