Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin - Chapter 425

c423 417Does it matter what the truth is?

Chapter 423 417. Does it matter what the truth is?

“Dead? But we clearly see”

The Death Eater suddenly realized in the middle of his sentence: “Is the current Fudge fake?”

“Fake? How is this possible?”

“Why pretend to be Fudge? What’s the benefit of pretending to be a loser?”

“.”

The Death Eaters began to argue, and for a long time they couldn’t come to an agreement, so Voldemort interrupted them.

“No, if it is Dumbledore’s arrangement, it is very possible.”

“The purpose, of course, is to control the Ministry of Magic.”

Voldemort had a look of relief on his face. If Fudge was fake, this would make sense. He had been wondering what was wrong and always felt that he had forgotten something. Fudge was indeed killed by himself. If Dumbledore was here It would be much more reasonable to control all this secretly.

Most of the doubts in my heart have disappeared.

It’s Dumbledore’s style.

It seems that ‘Fudge’ is an old friend of Dumbledore’s, and he must be nearly a hundred years old. I heard that he has a younger brother, but I don’t know if this Fudge is him.

It doesn’t matter who it is, the only one who worries most is Dumbledore, no one else can beat him.

“Ministry of Magic!!!”

The Death Eaters were even more shocked when they heard Voldemort’s conclusion.

Is this really what they thought Dumbledore would do?

Didn’t you say that he is not greedy for power?

Seeing the expressions of the Death Eaters, Voldemort knew what they were thinking, and snorted coldly: “Who do you think Dumbledore is? The old man with the white beard who has such an easy-going temper according to the outside world?”

“Or is he a crazy, bad old man? He only talks some crazy words?”

“Think about the titles he has. Do you think it’s just because he’s highly respected? There are not even a thousand but eight hundred wizards older than him in the magic world. Why do you think they are not as good as Dumbledore?”

“No one knows him better than me. He is Dumbledore. When it comes to killing people, you may be able to make up a fraction of him. When it comes to dark magic, no one can compare to him.”

Voldemort didn’t know whether Dumbledore had committed the murder, but he was sure that Dumbledore was not weaker than him in terms of black magic.

“Hey Hey.”

Voldemort grinned and let out an ugly laugh: “But this is good news. At least I know his plan.”

“We’ll leave here tomorrow.”

Dolohov quickly asked: “Master, where are we going? The other members’ manors are not as good as here. The best Malfoy Manor has been sealed off by the Aurors.”

He is currently responsible for the work that Lucius was originally responsible for, so naturally he has to ask clearly.

“Idiot Dolohov, the master said to get out of here, this land.” Bella mocked.

Seeing that Voldemort did not refute, Dolohov quickly said: “You mean?”

Voldemort nodded and said: “Leave England, hibernate and strengthen our team, and wait for the best opportunity.”

His goal is to rule the entire wizarding world, and there is no need to fight with Dumbledore in England.

If they want to control the Ministry of Magic in England so much, then just give it up to them. They only need to wait quietly for Dumbledore to die due to the curse in a year. At that time, they will blow the horn of attack.

“Where should we go?”

This issue is very important to Death Eaters. They can’t just be like vagrants and just live wherever they go.

And the destination cannot be chosen casually, they are running around. They Death Eaters are not wild dogs on the roadside.

Another one is to establish a base camp.

Voldemort did not answer, but looked at Barty Jr.: “My child, what do you think?”

Little Barty thought for a while and then replied: “Transylvania, that is the birthplace of vampires, and many dark creatures like to live there.”

“I think we should go there.”

Transylvania is a region in Romania with a very high degree of autonomy. There are a large number of vampires living there, and it has even developed a very popular tourist attraction as one of the “horror tour” attractions. Vacation project – one-day trip to Dracula’s Castle.

There is a Ministry of Magic, but its Ministry of Magic is not as powerful as the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

The powerful Ministry of Magic has made too much noise, and a small place like this is the easiest to control.

It couldn’t be more suitable for today’s Death Eaters.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and said to the other Death Eaters, “Let’s go to Transylvania.”

Then he told the others: “Remember to inform Lucius and the others, I don’t want my servants to come back and find us.”

After the big leader spoke, the subordinates quickly organized themselves and disappeared into the temporary manor early the next morning.

Soon, a group of black-robed wizards suddenly settled in a certain castle in Transylvania.

With the fermentation of the Harry Potter movie, the content of the movie is also spreading among wizards. While people have a deeper impression of Voldemort, they are also much less afraid of him.

In a private house somewhere in Germany, Karkaroff, who had been hiding since Voldemort showed up, was pacing back and forth in the room.

“Thank you for trusting you so much. You deceived me! That man is not a thief who steals power at all. He is the real Dark Lord.”

Voldemort appeared one after another, and Karkaroff was almost able to react no matter how slow he reacted.

You can’t mistake the person you fear the most.

“Oh my god, what have I done?! I actually betrayed him! I also led many people to betray him! I will die, I will be killed by him!”

Karkaroff’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth, as if he saw himself dying under the death curse in the next second.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his body shook like chaff.

“This is all your fault!”

Karkaroff glared at the young man sitting on a chair drinking coffee in front of him.

“I don’t like the purely bitter taste of Italian coffee, and I don’t like the taste of American coffee shabu-shabu water, but it’s better to add some milk.”

Dudley commented lightly on the taste of the coffee in the cup, letting Karkaroff grumble.

“You’re still here making sarcastic remarks, me, me.”

Dudley stood up and approached Karkaroff, feeling the opponent’s terrifying momentum. Karkaroff’s voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped talking.

“Calm down now? Professor Karkaroff.”

Dudley said.

The curse that Karkaroff was so proud of couldn’t even make Dudley sneeze.

The huge gap between the two is wider than that between a human and a pig.

Seeing that Karkaroff was bored and didn’t speak, Dudley sat back down and rapped his knuckles on the table for a while before speaking slowly.

“Professor Karkaroff, do you think it matters what the truth is?”