Chapter 279: Chapter 279: The Brightest in the Yule Ball
"Oh?"
Hearing Harry's name, the smile on Voldemort's face disappeared.
He rubbed his wand and said, without the slightest emotion.
"Tell me, Barty, what has our savior done, and how has it affected your plans?"
Barty Jr stood up, looked at Voldemort's grim expression, shuddered, and quickly explained the situation.
"My Lord, you can rest assured that our plans will not be affected in any way, and you will definitely see Potter at that time."
After comforting Voldemort, Barty Jr continued.
"Today, I watched Potter duel with another student and found that he is not as weak as we thought. So I wanted to reduce my help to him and reduce the risk of my exposure."
This time it was Barty Jr.'s purpose. He has been thinking since the task whether his help to Harry is too obvious so that it is easy for Dumbledore to notice that he is wrong.
It doesn't matter if he is discovered, but if it delays Voldemort's plan, Barty Jr. will never allow such a thing to happen.
Hearing Barty Jr.'s remarks, Voldemort's expression softened a lot.
"Barty, you can take full responsibility for this matter. I only need to get Potter. As for what method you use, I don't care."
Bellatrix couldn't sit still. She got up and said. "My Lord, if you need, you can let Snape bring Potter out, and I will receive him. Even Dumbledore can't react."
She didn't understand why Voldemort would use the most troublesome way to bring Harry out.
"Madness!"
Voldemort reprimanded, so frightened Bellatrix hurriedly fell to the ground, shivering.
"If Dumbledore was so easy to deal with, would I have fled from Hogwarts three years ago and been chased by him for so long?"
Bellatrix repeatedly agreed, saying that she was reckless.
Voldemort sneered, mocking Dumbledore in his heart.
Do you see it, Dumbledore? This is the consequence of your hiding, and this trash dare to look down on you.
Only when you show strength and spread fear will these people be afraid and know how to respect you.
Seeing Bellatrix deflated, Barty Jr. gave her a proud look and leaned over to Voldemort's side to please and said.
"My Lord, calm down. I actually have another idea."
"I could try to control Crouch with the Imperius Curse and let him sneak up on Harry and bring out some blood for you. So that it won't affect you if you get caught."
Barty Jr. had no feelings for his father as if he was talking about a chess piece that could be discarded at will.
And Crouch, who had been standing there silently since entering the door, also flashed a trace of complexity in his eyes.
This is his own son...
"Barty, I understand your loyalty very well," Voldemort looked at Barty Jr. with relief. "It's a pity that I have to do it myself."
"Didn't everyone say that a baby beat me, the Dark Lord?"
"Then I'll show them how vulnerable the so-called savior is to me without that woman's magic."
In the end, the killing intent in his tone caused the temperature in the living room to drop a lot.
Voldemort is telling the truth, but that's only part of the reason.
He naturally wants to prove that Harry is actually an ordinary wizard, not a 'savior' or 'Dark Lord's nemesis.'
If Harry was killed by his servant or someone else, he would never have a chance to prove it.
And another reason is that prophecy.
Trelawney made the prophecy.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."
This prophecy was relayed to Voldemort by Snape, who heard it.
As the Dark Lord, Voldemort didn't believe in the so-called prophecy at first, so he chased down Neville's family and Potter's family frantically.
Eventually, he found the Potters and killed James and Lily.
But it was folded in Harry's hands.
Since then, Voldemort has believed in this prophecy.
He must kill Harry himself and break this prophecy.
And Barty Jr. didn't know this at all. He believed Voldemort's words confidently but was worried about Voldemort's current state.
"My Lord, Harry is naturally vulnerable to you, but your current strength..."
Voldemort snorted coldly. "Even if I haven't regained the power of the heyday, you don't have to worry about what a Hogwarts student can do to me."
After he finished speaking, he silently added another sentence in his heart.
Except for Alvin.
He is also terrified of Alvin, the little wizard who defeated him in the first grade. He is more like the son of prophecy than Harry.
However, recently Alvin was fiddling with the Magic Web device, and Voldemort also expressed disdain for it.
In his opinion, Alvin does not pursue great strength but instead puts his energy into these useless things.
"Crabbe, Goyle. The two of you are going to bring back a few more wizards alive."
Hearing Voldemort's orders, Crabbe and Goyle nodded hurriedly. They have recently helped Voldemort capture several wizards to restore Voldemort's strength.
Although they were also worried that the Ministry of Magic would discover them, their fate would be even more tragic if they did not fulfill Voldemort's orders.
...
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it's the day of the Yule Ball.
All the little wizards who were about to participate in the dance changed their dresses early and waited for the opening of the dance in the Common Room.
At this time, the Common Room was like a fashion showroom, and everyone had changed out of their usual school uniforms and put on various dresses.
However, there are still mostly boys, and the girls are still carefully dressed in the room.
So did Alvin, who sat alone in the corner, calculating silently in his heart.
Fleur, Cassandra, Cho, Hermione, Luna.
Well, five girls, at least five dances.
Alvin sighed silently. He was going to be the brightest again today.
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