novelslam Chapter 1008 Surprise Stark!
Chapter 1008 Surprise Stark!
Chapter 1008 Surprise Stark!
Was Voldemort a good leader?
He definitely isn't.
A qualified boss has a thick face and a dark heart. On the surface, he exudes a strong personality charm.
You have to be able to draw cakes so that the people below can see:
Although I am the boss and you are the worker, we all have a bright future.
Only in this way can everyone be fooled and work hard so that the boss can really have a "bright future".
It's definitely not okay to have yin and yang weirdness, relying on terror, it can even penetrate the center of the earth.
Voldemort was such an unqualified boss.
Of course, when he was young, he was quite a perfect leader.
But as he got older, he began to be moody and like to mess with his subordinates' mentality.
He has been in operation for more than half a century, and the brand of Death Eaters started from scratch. At this time, it can really be described in one sentence:
People are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.
Is there any help?
The 70-year-old Voldemort is definitely hopeless, and it’s not his fault. This is a sequelae of a split soul, and most of his IQ is left behind in the cool summer when he was 16.
So, back to this meeting, Voldemort's sadism kicked in again after a wave of ambiguity.
As usual, he started a wave of "cruciatus" to vent his dissatisfaction with this group of servants.
While torturing, he thought:
"It's all a group of iron waste. If there is a helper like Stark, will I still be so passive now?!"
Taking a step back, Voldemort, who was getting more and more angry with his thoughts, suddenly turned his head and stared at the woman at the corner of the table.
"Narcissa."
Narcissa raised her head. Under the reflection of the fire, her face looked sallow and sallow, her eyes were sunken, her expression was melancholy, and her voice was hoarse.
"Owner?"
"Is your son, Draco, coming back this Christmas?"
"He..." Narcissa said with a trembling voice, "Draco wrote and came back, and he won't come back this time."
"Don't you want to see me? What about the task I gave him?"
"His master is trying to find a way to finish it, so he won't come back." Narcissa stammered and explained:
"Perhaps you have heard rumors that a lot of things have happened at Hogwarts recently, and some students almost died.
And last time, Slughorn's party..."
"Yes, I heard." Voldemort glanced at Snape from the corner of his eye, "The Weasley family's youngest son was almost poisoned to death.
But it's far from my goal! "
Narcissa bit her lips tightly, blood oozing without knowing it.
"Master, I will urge him...I am sure there will be news that satisfies you soon..."
Everyone listened to the two talking dumb and talking about the old Riddler.
But none of them dared to be a little curious, at least there was no expression on their faces.
After asking about Malfoy's mission, Voldemort raised his eyes again, looked at the slowly rotating human body, and continued:
"Dolphin, have you found old Bock?"
"Master, he ran away immediately, and there was no one in the shop." Dolphin Roll said hastily.
"I will continue to send people..."
The Dark Lord waved his hands and said hoarsely: "I know old Bock, he is a philistine, cunning wizard, but very cautious.
If he is so easy to catch, it is impossible for him to work in Knockturn Alley for 70 years.
You can't catch him, but he won't talk nonsense with that woman Rita Skeeter!
So, have you found that woman? "
In Rita's current biography, a lot of things are on the sidelines, but most of them are bullshit.
For example, Voldemort's origin and the history of his parents are basically true.
Or, indeed, he had killed Hepzibah Smith.
But the purpose is to take Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's pendant.
Rather than some rich wife's property.
Also, Voldemort had blamed Hepzibah Smith's house-elf, and the Ministry of Magic had closed the case.
How did Rita know that he killed?
Is it true that something has been investigated, or is it deliberately conspiracy theory?
Voldemort cared about all of this.
Of course, the most important thing is that the Dark Lord cannot be humiliated!
He wants to punish this woman, Rita!
Dolphin Roll panicked:
"Not yet, master. Sources say she is hiding in France."
Seeing that the Dark Lord was about to raise his wand, he hastily said:
"My lord, I have good news in other respects. I--overcome many difficulties, after all kinds of efforts--finally found a publishing house willing to publish Rita's biography."
"That's surprising," said Voldemort, putting down his wand, interested:
"Even the Daily Prophet dare not publish it. I'm curious who is so bold."
"Xenophilius Lovegood!"
When the name came out, many people whispered to each other, as if they had heard of him.
Voldemort propped his chin, wondering who this man was.
Oh, he remembered!
It is the person who has spared no effort to promote that he is not dead all these years.
He also said in "The Quibbler": The mysterious man is hiding in the Antarctic continent and has established a base.
Good guy, is this person really capable, or is he talking nonsense?
"Master, we can raid his house," said Dolphin Rohr, who seemed determined to get some compliments.
"We've been eyeing his house for a long time and he lives in the village of Ottery-Saint-Catchpole!
This Christmas, he will be back.Because his daughter, the one named Luna, was coming back from school. "
"Very well." Voldemort nodded. "This Christmas, I want to meet that man."
As soon as his words fell, there was a sudden painful wail, which dragged on for a long time and was extremely miserable.
Many people around the table looked up at the man floating in mid-air.
"Recognize our guest?" Voldemort asked softly.
All the Death Eaters looked up at the captive, as if they had permission to show their curiosity.
"This is Betty Braithwaite, reporter from the Daily Prophet, who recently did an online interview with Rita."
Looking at the nervous faces of his followers, Voldemort continued:
"I said... the Dark Lord cannot be humiliated, and those who dare to be disrespectful must pay the price!"
Voldemort let out a sudden hiss, which grew louder.
One or two wizards shivered uncontrollably, and something lumbering was heard crawling on the floor under the table.
The Rune snake leaned out and slowly climbed onto Voldemort's chair.It climbed higher and higher, seemingly without end, and then hung itself on Voldemort's shoulders.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light illuminates every corner of the room.
With a bang, the man fell onto the table without any struggle, causing the table to tremble and creak.
Several Death Eaters shrank back into their chairs in horror.
"Dine," Voldemort said softly, and the snake wobbled off his shoulders and crawled slowly towards the smooth wooden tabletop.
He stood up, looked at these servants, and said coldly:
"I remember Stark's cottage, also in Ottery St. Catchpole.
Take Lovegood, and as for his daughter Luna, behead her at the door of his cottage!
I hope that this Christmas, the death of his classmate can surprise him.
It's my Christmas present to William! "
(End of this chapter)