Chapter 97 95 Portrait

Chapter 97 95. Portrait

Voldemort patted the shoulder of a wizard whose face turned red with excitement, and then his eyes were on Dolohov who had been waiting nervously for a long time.

"And this one, Antonin Dolohov, you must remember him. He performed very well in Slytherin when he was in school. Now he works as a castle administrator in school. This is also a busy and energy-consuming job. Those children are at an age where they are difficult to discipline."

Hearing Voldemort's words, Dolohov's body trembled slightly because of excitement, and he said hurriedly.

"These are what I should do, master."

"There is nothing that should or should not be done." Voldemort smiled and said, "Each of us is working to make the wizarding world have a better future. But you have been in this position for a long time, right?"

Dolohov's eyes lit up for a moment, but then he hid them well. The ferocious face in front of the mudblood students now showed the sincerity of a good dog guarding the house.

"It is my greatest honor to work under the master, no matter what I do!"

"But talented people cannot waste their talents like this. You have done an excellent job as an administrator these years. I am very satisfied. Maybe next year you can get a position that is more suitable for your ability."

Dolohov was obviously very excited, and he couldn't hide his excitement at all.

"Everything is up to the master's arrangement!"

"Of course I will make arrangements in the future. Of course, you must maintain your current achievements and do your job well."

With such a promise from him, it is equal to the guarantee of promotion next year.

Dolohov naturally has to show himself more at this time, he said with a serious face.

"I will not disappoint you, sir!"

Since the words have been said here, Dolohov will certainly not continue to "waste time" at the banquet. In order to show his hardworking and busy advantages, this Christmas dinner has just passed halfway, and he said goodbye to Voldemort in advance, left the banquet hall and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

It was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the teachers and students in the castle hall were still enjoying the feast. After Dolohov came back, he stayed in the hall for a while.

However, he naturally had nothing to talk about with these faculty members who had never entered the core circle of the upper echelons of the magic world. He just mentioned a few words about the prosperity of another Christmas dinner with a proud look on his face, and then left and went to the basement.

He actually knew very well what Voldemort really appreciated about him. It was the same for anyone to discipline those pure-blood and half-blood students. Only in managing mudbloods, his work satisfied the gentleman the most.

Dolohov happily hummed the new tunes of the Weird Sisters band, came to the "banquet hall" of the mudbloods, opened the door and walked in.

After he entered the door, the basement, which had been barely relaxed, became quiet in an instant.

Every Mudblood student looked at him, and then lowered their heads in fear before they could meet his gaze. Among them, a young girl suddenly turned pale the moment he entered the door.

The two prefects smiled flatteringly and welcomed Dolohov in.

He ignored the two people around him who were not even lackeys and asked about his well-being. He was very sensitive to the number of Mudblood students. After scanning all the people in the basement, he frowned the next moment.

"Is there someone missing?"

The male prefect, Bit, who accepted Jon's request for leave, smiled even more humbly at this time.

"It's Randy Smith. He came to me before and said that he was not feeling well, so he went back to the dormitory to rest early."

"Not feeling well?" Dolohov asked again, and he raised his voice.

And this time, a trembling girl's voice suddenly rang out among the students below.

"First, sir, Randy ate a cookie that he had hidden away before and never ate at noon, and then he got sick."

Dolohov showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the mudbloods who could only live like mice.

He seemed to be in a really good mood, not very angry, but casually said to the girl who stood up.

"Call him here right now. Even if he is about to die of illness, there is no reason for me to stand and talk while a mudblood can still lie in bed."

"Okay, okay, sir."

The girl named Hermione hurried out of the basement and trotted all the way towards the dormitory.

Jon continued to walk up the spiral staircase for about three or four floors, which was obviously higher than the floor height of Hogwarts. He could still go up because he had come to an independent tower at this time.

At the end of the stairs, a closed wooden door appeared in front of him.

Here, Jon became more cautious.

Instead of reaching out to push the door, he carefully squatted at the end of the stairs and took out something like a straw from his cloth bag.

This thing was prepared by Aberforth for him. Originally, the first use should be on the door from the entrance hall to the principal's office, but the basilisk had already knocked the door open, so Jon had no chance to use it, but he had not forgotten that he had such a thing.

He inserted the straw through the crack at the bottom of the wooden door, then squinted his right eye to look at one end of the straw, and the other end of the straw that had been inserted into the other side of the door quietly turned into a periscope-like shape on the ground.

Through this small magic prop called "Telescopic Eye", Jon saw the scene in this room at the top of the tower from outside the door.

The space inside was very small, with only a desk and a chair, and on the desk was simply placed a book and a quill.

But even in such a simple room, there were three portraits hanging on the surrounding walls!

Those three portraits were obviously magical portraits.

The old witch on the far left was dozing with her head down, the gloomy wizard in the middle was thinking about something, and the portrait on the right was a young man, chattering incessantly in a way that Jon could not hear!

The next moment after seeing these three portraits, Jon immediately moved quickly and carefully to pull the telescopic eye out of the door!

The basilisk in the entrance hall of the principal's office was indeed just a basic guard, and the real guard was actually these three paintings!

The next chapter before 12 o'clock