Chapter 153 Meeting Voldemort

In this spacious room that has been cast with the traceless stretching spell, there is a long dark brown wooden lacquered table. The desktop is spotless and clean as new. If you put your face on it, it can even be used as a mirror.

Around this long table, leather-backed chairs that looked very high-end were neatly arranged, and at the moment they were already full of Death Eaters.

Although they looked different, they kept silent at this moment. This was because their master was sitting at the head, and his cold eyes were cast on the other end of the long table.

There, Maca sat peacefully, but his mind was full of thoughts.

He hadn't imagined that Voldemort had returned to a human body - at least on the surface. What made him even more puzzled was that Voldemort's performance was unusually calm.

This is not a good situation for him.

Just now, Voldemort, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly changed his expression and asked him a question.

"You said, should I kill you?"

According to common sense, Voldemort asked such a question, which obviously shows that Maca is still valuable. But can Voldemort really be analyzed according to common sense?

When Voldemort was still called "Tom Riddle", although he was really smart and thoughtful, he could still be regarded as a "person" after all; but since Voldemort made the first Horcrux, From the very beginning, his mental state had undergone tremendous changes.

If it is a "person", it is more appropriate to say that it is a dangerous magical creature that chooses and devours people.

However, when Maca couldn't make up his mind, but things were imminent, his "give it a shot" character began to boil again.

Maca hooked the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a frivolous smile, and asked in a very relaxed tone: "Kill me? Why did you kill me?"

As soon as Maca asked back, Voldemort's eyes instantly became sharp. He stared coldly into Maca's eyes, and said aggressively, "Why? Just because you lied to me in the Hogwarts outer court and the stun spell at the school gate, don't you think you deserve to die?"

"Dark Lord, I don't think you can be fooled by just a few words from a child." Maca spread his hands and said, "What's more, what good will it do you if you kill me now? Just for the sake of your heart ?”

"Talk to the master with respect!"

Bellatrix, who was sitting by the side, saw that Maca had always looked so oily,

Couldn't help but reprimand loudly.

Maca glanced at her coldly, the cold eyes made Bellatrix recall the fear of that day again, she couldn't help suppressing the words in her mouth, and looked away.

Seeing that Bellatrix was subdued, Maca raised his head again, looked directly at Voldemort and said bluntly: "I think we don't have to go around in circles anymore. To be honest, I'm very dissatisfied with Hogwarts now, if it can be destroyed It, I am personally very happy to see."

"And since you asked Professor Snape to come forward to find me, it's obviously not because of the grievances that I have entangled in the past. Speaking of which, Professor Snape has returned to your command, which really surprised me! "

Maca gave Snape a meaningful look, but the other party ignored him at all.

"As expected of a super-class actor." Maca thought so.

But how did he know that Snape's inner activities were complicated at this moment!

Because Voldemort suddenly summoned him with the Dark Mark earlier, Dumbledore simply let him continue to come back as his double agent. He didn't expect that Maca would be sent to Azkaban for no reason, escaped from prison and make a scene at the World Cup, and even entered Durmstrang for no reason?

As a result, tonight, he was inexplicably sent by Voldemort to take Maca over.

Seriously, Snape was ready to watch Maca die at Voldemort's hands.

At this moment, hearing Maca speak so bluntly, Voldemort's expression changed suddenly, and the gentle smile returned to his face again.

"Of course Severus has always been on my side..." Voldemort paused, and then changed the subject, "Now that you understand what I mean, it would be great—"

He nodded towards Maca, and said in a calm tone: "To be honest, from the first time I saw you, I always thought that you and I are the same kind of people. Look, the facts have proved that my opinion is correct— —A place full of hypocrisy and ignorance like Hogwarts is not suitable for us at all.”

"I believe that sooner or later you will join us and become a part of us, won't you?"

Maca also nodded, and said naturally: "It seems that it is true. Since we have the same goal, I seem to have no reason to miss this opportunity."

The smile on Voldemort's face widened when he heard it.

"So, are you willing to join the Death Eaters?"

Maca shook her head calmly.

"Dark Lord, I just want to cooperate with you, but I don't want to be your subordinate." He said, casually pointing at the Death Eaters who were sitting on both sides of the long table, who had never dared to say a word, "Could it be Do you think I'm just a dog at your beck and call—as they do?"

Before he could say that, the Death Eaters looked at him angrily with fierce expressions on their faces. But now that Voldemort was sitting there, they didn't dare to make any noise at all.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

"Every Death Eater is a like-minded friend—I think you must understand that."

Maca couldn't help but chuckled when he heard it.

"Okay, I made a mistake just now... But my opinion remains the same." He said, "I just want to cooperate with you. As for the status of 'Death Eater', it doesn't do me any good. Believe me Professor Snape has already told you that I am just an academic wizard who likes to study magic theory and do all kinds of magic research."

"To put it bluntly, I have no interest in the 'magical pure-blood theory' that you advocate, and I don't care about the life and death of Muggles at all. I just want to destroy Hogwarts, make me feel better, and continue my work Just research."

"Cooperation?" Voldemort asked suspiciously, "How do you want to cooperate?"

Maca shrugged and replied: "I just got a piece of good news about the upcoming 'Triwizard Tournament' at Hogwarts. I think this can be used as a welcome ceremony , it will also be the beginning of my cooperation with you."

"Severus has already mentioned this to me. Do you have any news?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said with great interest, "Let's hear it."

Maca nodded and said, "Do you know what the Triwizard Cup is in this Triwizard Tournament?"

"The Triwizard Cup?" Voldemort repeated, shaking his head again. "Isn't it the old cup that has always been in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts?"

He said, looking at Snape who was sitting not far from him.

"Master, Dumbledore seems to be planning to replace the Triwizard Cup with some other magic item, but he didn't say what kind of magic item he would use instead." Snape said honestly.

Voldemort nodded, and cast a questioning look at Maca again.

"I think you will be interested," Maca said meaningfully. "It's the golden diadem of Ravenclaw."

Voldemort's expression changed slightly immediately. He stared at Maca and asked, "Ravenclaw's golden crown?"

"Yes, Ravenclaw's Golden Diadem!" Maca seemed to have a frenzy flashing across his face, and he said excitedly, "It is said that it is a rare magic item that can increase the wearer's wisdom! Now, Dumbledore Lido actually gave it away as a prize for the winner!"

He seemed to be unable to contain the excitement in his heart, and his voice gradually became higher, as if he was really just a research madman who was crazy about magic research.

"Dark Lord, I think this opportunity must not be missed!" He continued, "Besides, this Triwizard Tournament is also a great opportunity to attack Hogwarts and Dumbledore, isn't it?"

"Ravenclaw's Golden Diadem..." Voldemort said pointedly, "This is indeed something that must not be missed..."

Voldemort looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then said: "In this case, I can give you a chance to 'cooperate', and it depends on whether you can seize it."

Seeing Voldemort's seriousness, Maca couldn't help putting away the remaining smile on his face. He knew that the next so-called "opportunity" was Voldemort's real intention to find him today.

He didn't believe that such a ruthless character like Voldemort would easily write off what happened back then.

as predicted--

"Under the Cruciatus Curse head-on for a minute, if you are fine, I can promise you." Voldemort spread his hands, "Since you want to seek 'cooperation', you have to pay off the debt you owe first, what do you think?"

Maca frowned when he heard such a condition.

"Then, who will use this Cruciatus Curse?" He looked at Voldemort and said, "If you use it yourself, I don't think it can be called a 'chance'."

Voldemort inspected the Death Eaters sitting on both sides of the long table one by one, then waved his hand.

"Lucius."

"Yes... yes, Master." Lucius Malfoy nodded nervously upon hearing this.

"What do you think of him casting the spell?"

When Voldemort said this, it was as if he was saying "a gift for you", with a natural and peaceful tone. But what he had to do next made Lucius, the implementer, tremble uncontrollably.

You know, Voldemort usually used it to punish Death Eaters who made mistakes for no more than 15 seconds, a one-minute Cruciatus Curse? Who can endure that pain?

Maca glanced at Lucius casually, then nodded, "In that case, I'll give it a try."