Chapter 172 The New Headmaster of Durmstrang

The Dark Lord is coming back soon!

During this time, rumors spread throughout Britain like the virus of the Black Death. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

At first, it was only circulated among the betrayed Death Eaters. These people were worried about being liquidated by the Dark Lord. There was a lot of noise all day long. When the Mark of the Dark Lord began to change, fear immediately swallowed them up like a whale in the sea. .

Later, with Malfoy's encouragement, the authenticity of this rumor was raised to a higher level.

Lucius has held several meetings during this time, constantly meeting with those pure-blood wizards who broke off relations with the mysterious man after his fall, and spreading rumors about the mysterious man. He did this naturally because he wanted to leave a good impression in front of the Dark Lord.

Look, even though I, Lucius Malfoy, have failed more than I have accomplished, and am a loser who can act on both sides of the wind, I will return to you as soon as you come back, master, which shows my loyalty!

Although this behavior was in line with Voldemort's wishes, he deliberately activated the Dark Mark and made the pattern burn like a soldering iron on the Death Eaters' bodies. Wasn't this just to give enough confidence to his subordinates who were still waiting for his return? ? Isn't it just to bring fear to those who betray him?

It can be said that what Lucius did did suit Voldemort's heart, but the only problem was that he went a little too far.

Now, this rumor has not only spread among Death Eaters, but has also spread to the ears of many British wizards, almost turning into something like a prophecy.

But this is not without its benefits. The seeds of fear have been sown. Once Voldemort is resurrected as planned, the fear he brings to the wizards in the British wizarding world will immediately reach its peak, even more than before!

The only trouble is that Voldemort is worried that the British Ministry of Magic will prepare for war in advance because of such a "prophecy". If this is the case, then his steps to conquer Britain will have some twists and turns.

Fortunately, British wizards have a good Minister of Magic!

Cornelius Fudge.

He is the person in the world who can't listen to those "alarmist" rumors the most. Under his "wise" decision, he has not made any preparation for any crisis that may arise. He firmly believes that those rumors are nothing but alarmism, and are people with ulterior motives who want to achieve ulterior goals through this method!

Not only did he prohibit officials from the Ministry of Magic from talking about this matter, he also prohibited the Daily Prophet from conducting any related reports, and he wholeheartedly showed a peaceful appearance to the British wizards.

"I really want to praise him properly!" Voldemort, who had already crossed the sea to the European continent, was holding the pendant in one hand and looking at the information sent by Barty Jr. with the other hand, feeling happier than ever before.

Look, this is what a smart and capable servant should do for him. Thinking about Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort is a little angry. He lost his body twelve years ago, and he lost Harry not long ago. Even if that kind of loser died ten thousand times, Voldemort would not feel sorry.

Fortunately, there is little Barty.

Of course, there are actually several such shrewd and capable servants of Voldemort, but they are all locked up in Azkaban at the moment.

Among others, Lucius, whom he was originally optimistic about, has now become untrustworthy. Regulus betrayed him directly. As for Snape——

Voldemort never dreamed that it was Dumbledore who vouched for him.

"He has indeed gained Dumbledore's trust, but is he still loyal to me?"

This question may be difficult to answer.

Voldemort put the pendant away. He had no intention of taking it with him. At this moment, the old Barty's body under his control was just a consumable that could be consumed at any time. In case of a crisis, this body can be discarded, but the Horcrux he finally got back cannot be lost like this.

But he was also thinking,

"The speed at which Cyrus's magic power is increasing seems a bit too alarming."

From the first contact under Gringotts to the helplessness between the two people when they arrived at the Knowledge Pavilion, plus the destroyed ring, Voldemort guessed that Cyrus might have enhanced his power by devouring soul fragments. .

Is there any difference in power between a missing soul and a complete soul?

Voldemort himself didn't know this.

He had been making Horcruxes since he was in school, and at that time he was far from reaching the peak of his magic power. Thinking about it this way, will splitting the Horcrux hinder his progress?

Maybe I could have become stronger? !

His snake-like eyes flickered, but in the end he still did not make up his mind to swallow the soul in the pendant again.

"As long as I obtain ancient magic, my power will naturally rise to another level. An immortal body is more important to me!"

It is not to blame that Voldemort is greedy for life and fear of death, but it is actually the last time Cyrus teamed up with Dumbledore that cast a great shadow on him. Even though he had replenished his soul, he was not sure that he would be able to fight Cyrus and Dumbledore at the same time. In this case, a life-saving method was extremely important.

Moreover, even if he wanted to reintegrate his soul and was unable to do so, how could Voldemort truly feel remorse for the lives he had killed?

He gathered his thoughts and stepped into Durmstrang, a magic school hidden in Northern Europe.

At this moment, Durmstrang's principal is still Igor Karkaroff.

This is a tall and thin wizard with short white hair and a goatee with small curls on his thin chin. Voldemort is naturally familiar with this slick servant of his, especially since he betrayed his "friend" to escape prison, which made Voldemort hate him to the core.

This kind of person will be the first to be used for blood sacrifice after he is resurrected!

"Haha, Crouch! Old friend!" Karkaroff smiled warmly when he saw old Barty, and there was no sign of any grudge after being judged by Crouch.

But his eyes were cold and full of worry.

"We are not friends." Voldemort imitated Crouch's rigid and indifferent look, and said contemptuously and stiffly, "I came here for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Ah, you said this..."

Karkaroff adjusted the thick felt hat on his head uncomfortably, and said hesitantly, "Are you going to Hogwarts for the competition?"

"According to the order, this time it's in Hogwarts."

"Then you should talk to Ms. Rosier. To be honest, I'm ready to resign." Karkaroff didn't look very interested, and he was very reluctant to go to the UK.

It's not okay to directly refuse the Triwizard Tournament. Although he is the headmaster, he can't decide the affairs of the school alone. Most of the school directors are important members of the Ministry of Magic, and they attach great importance to this kind of cross-international competition.

Who doesn't want to suppress Hogwarts, or in other words, suppress Dumbledore?

But Karkaroff was not in the mood. The Dark Mark on his arm kept getting hot, especially after seeing "Crouch", the feeling became more intense, as if someone was pouring red-hot molten iron on it.

Karkaroff thought it was because seeing "Barty Crouch" reminded him of those unpleasant past events.

In short, this England can't go anywhere. He has made up his mind. After resigning, he will immediately find a place to hide. No matter whether the Dark Lord really comes back or what the final result is, he will never appear again until he dies.

Voldemort naturally knows what he is afraid of.

To be honest, it is because of this kind of people that the Death Eaters are so unpresentable. But Voldemort is different from Grindelwald after all. Grindelwald gathered his people in order to realize his ambition, but Voldemort only needs high-pressure terror to rule, and he doesn't care about the quality of his subordinates at all.

"Then please take me to see Ms. Rosier." Voldemort said stiffly.

Soon, under the guidance of Karkaroff, Voldemort met a white-haired witch.

She looked like she was almost a hundred years old, but her body was still very upright.

"Vida Rosier." The witch extended her hand to him, and after a brief handshake, she invited Voldemort to sit down and talk.

This was a relatively pleasant conversation. Voldemort disguised Crouch very well, and at the same time was testing Vida Rosier's attitude towards Hogwarts and even Dumbledore.

Obviously, Vida did not like the old man who was over a hundred years old, and even had hostility.

This made Voldemort very happy.

A natural enemy of Dumbledore is his natural ally. As long as a little influence is applied, it can not only break Dumbledore's purpose of seeking external help, but also attack Dumbledore in turn.

It can only be said that Voldemort had a beautiful idea, but he ignored the name of this lady.

"Well, I'll take my leave first. I still have to go to France." Voldemort stood up and said goodbye to Rosier, but he looked around and found no trace of Karkaroff.

He did not go to France immediately, but began to look for the location of the traitor.

At the same time.

In a secret manor somewhere in the UK, dozens of dark wizards wore masks on their faces and wrapped themselves in black robes. Although everyone knew who was under the robe, as long as they put on the mask, they would be treated as if they didn't know their identities.

Even if they were caught in the future, there would be a reason to excuse themselves.

"The activities of the Dark Mark are getting more and more intense. I'm afraid the Dark Lord is really coming back..."

Some people's voices were trembling with fear.

Most of the people gathered here were pure bloods who escaped from prison under the excuse of "being hit by the Imperius Curse". As for those who betrayed their "friends", they had already fled. How could they dare to show up?

"Although we have not betrayed anyone, severing ties with the master already means betrayal." Lucius whispered.

His tone of voice was very similar to Snape's, but he was more pretentious.

Unlike the others, although Lucius was also very nervous, he had Cyrus as his backer, so he was more confident.

"What we need now is to make up for it." He said, "I plan to find a suitable time to hold a rally, preferably to give the Ministry of Magic some light blows, so that they will be afraid and let the master know that we have never forgotten him, and let him know that we are just lying in wait for his return!"

This proposal was recognized by many people. In any case, they must do something now so that the Dark Lord will not have a bad impression of them.

"The master trusted you very much back then. Did he look for you?"

A dark wizard looked at Lucius.

'It depends on which master you are talking about. 'Lucius thought to himself, but shook his head on the surface.

"The people the master trusts most are in Azkaban!"

This statement obviously put more pressure on others.

"...are just some moderate blows really enough, Lucius?" a wizard asked, and he even subconsciously called out Lucius's name out of fear.

Lucius was a little dissatisfied, but after hearing what the other party said, he realized that things might be developing in a direction beyond his control. He spoke in a calm voice, suppressing a little uneasiness in his heart, and said:

"What do you want to do?"

"We have to do something bigger to make up for our mistakes and appease the master's anger!" The wizard looked around. He was one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and the other party also had a high say. At this moment, it was about his own life, or even the fate of his family, and everyone was willing to listen to his opinion.

"Since the people the master truly trusts are all in Azkaban, if we rescue them, surrender to the master with them, and kiss the master's insteps, will we be tolerated?"

This proposal was approved by many people, and they now really needed to make a great contribution to make up for their mistakes.

But Lucius's face didn't look good. If things got too big, what if Cyrus thought he planned to return to Voldemort's camp?

What's more, going to Azkaban to rob the prison is also very dangerous.

"This is a good opportunity!" the wizard continued, "most of the dementors have been transferred out of Azkaban in order to hunt down that 'Tom Riddle'. Now I am afraid that Azkaban has the strongest guard. When it’s weak.”

"But can you deal with them?" Lucius said quickly, referring to the Dementors.

"It's not like only patron saints can deal with those things." The dark wizard said.

Dementors are only afraid of patron saints, and that is for ordinary wizards. In fact, there are some methods in black magic to contain dementors. Otherwise, this kind of thing can be said to be the nemesis of dark wizards. How could it be possible? Will he collude with Voldemort?

"Then rob the prison?"

"Prison robbery!"

"Prison robbery!"

The shouts grew louder and louder. Dozens of people clenched their fists and raised their hands. The sound was deafening!

Lucius felt dizzy. He just wanted to find a way to tell Cyrus about this. However, another wizard stood up and said viciously: "Since everyone agrees, why don't we act now and fight?" They were caught off guard so that the news wouldn’t leak out!”

Hearing this, Lucius felt that his hands and feet were cold, as if he had embarked on a road of no return.