Chapter 1042 The Severe Review

Time passed slowly, everything seemed so long in the time after the trip to the moon, and a large number of people expressed their opinions on it every day.

The wizarding media frantically reported all kinds of information, and all kinds of newspapers and periodicals were sent around the world by owl postmen, and everyone was excitedly paying attention to every piece of information about it.

To the moon, a new buzzword so strange and so interesting to the wizarding world.

In such a trip to the moon, it seems that only the United States and magic will be harmed.

Speaker Tom Riddle almost exploded!

Oh, but now is not a good time to be angry, he needs to completely pin this disaster firmly on the Order of the Phoenix and the head of the Order, Dumbledore.

This should have been a very simple matter, but because of the topic of the trip to the moon, there was no way to export their painful feelings to the entire wizarding society.

In his plan, the next step should be to have various poor members of the Magic Congress cry on various occasions. Newspapers, radio stations, and various meetings should arouse more people's indignation and sympathy.

Externally, this can provide more opportunities for the rise of the Magic Congress. Internally, this will be the best time to unite people's hearts.

But everything is messed up.

Because of that inexplicable Fierce Fire!

What's even worse is that the group of the Order of the Phoenix, upholding the 'justice' that only they themselves think, actually pretended to help them instead, and even rescued them from the fiendish flames, which made the supposed excitement become somewhat embarrassing.

The headquarters building of the Magic Congress has been completely burned down.

Everyone is devoted to the rescue of materials, hoping to find a way to find even some materials in the ruins.

Archived data files for hundreds of years, various collected magic props, documents protected by magic boxes, etc...

As it turns out, Fiendfyre isn't the most terrifying being in the wizarding world.

For example, in a certain mysterious hall, a powerful traceless stretching spell was cast on it, and Fiendfire couldn't burn the innermost protected thing no matter what.

Speaker Tom Riddle stood in the office at the highest point of the building, frowning and looking down at the entrance of the space shuttle passage on the square outside the building. More and more wizards had gathered to make the square bustling with dark figures.

If there is no such fierce fire...

If it was just a little ordinary flame that seemed to be burning badly, the Magic Council would definitely have more energy to participate in the feast of the trip to the moon happening at our doorstep.

At least those wizards in the square should know how to come to the territory of the Magic Congress, and should go to the headquarters building to report and register, instead of looking at a dark building that still has the lingering aura of fiendish fire, and they can't avoid it.

What can he do now?

Send people to drive away these wizards who are eager to go to the moon? Let them know what it means to respect the Magic Council?

Oh, don't make trouble, wizards are lunatics, these people will definitely show what trampling respect is, he knows it all too well.

At a time when the Magic Council is at its weakest, no more enemies should be made.

"hateful!"

He cursed somewhat bitterly.

The group of silent subordinates behind him did not dare to speak out.

In order to intentionally give the Order of the Phoenix an opportunity to sabotage, the Death Eaters and the wizards from the pure-blood family, who were newly joined and became the core subordinates, were specially dispatched to other places before. Now that the headquarters has been burned down, of course everyone has rushed over.

"Owner!"

Bella pushed open the door of the office in a hurry, and with a force, the entire door panel and the threshold fell off the crisp wall, hitting the ground with a loud noise.

She was obviously taken aback, she clutched her belly and took a step back in fear, then simply stepped on it.

The door panel creaked and cracked under her feet, which was extremely harsh in the quiet office.

Yet her screams were harsher.

"Master, everyone is suffering because of the destruction of their homes!"

Mentioning that the original target of Mr. Riddle was achieved, Bella did not feel any excitement, but only an indescribable panic.

Lao Fu obviously felt such emotions, pursed his lips and still stared out of the window with his hands behind his back, but asked in a faint voice, "What happened?"

"Linali Calhoun!" Bella's voice was extremely sharp, "She is the federal wand license issuer, and her husband died in the fiery flames before she could escape, so she sacrificed her appearance in front of many people , using an ancient and terrible divination."

"She wants to know who killed her husband, who unleashed that fiery flame!"

"Really?" Speaker Riddle turned around slowly, his eyes flicked across the faces of each of his subordinates, and finally stopped on Bella, "It seems that she has divination something?"

Bella swallowed, hesitated, and finally looked at Lao Fu vigorously, "Crabbe! Vincent Crabbe! Old Crabbe's son, he is the one who unleashed this Fiendfire!"

"The most important thing is, no matter whether this news is true or not, the whole building is now discussing this matter!"

His Excellency Speaker Riddle's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he turned his head coldly to look at one of his men, "Crabbe..."

"Master!" Old Crabbe was stunned when he heard the news. When he saw Lao Fu looking over, he started to sway crazily.

He glanced at Lucius beside him beggingly, hoping that he could help to say a few words, but Lucius just stood aside with a sinking face.

"Master!" He finally couldn't stand the gaze, and knelt down weakly, his face was full of fear, "No, Vincent would not do such a thing, I promise, it must be What kind of slander from Witch Linali!"

Your Excellency Speaker Riddle slightly raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You promise?"

Old Crabbe opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of any argument in his dull head, he just faltered, "I...I..."

But the eyes of His Excellency Speaker Riddle were so cold, it was so cold that his whole head was in a mess, and his whole body was terrified to the extreme.

He just howled, "For the sake of my loyalty in the past, master, I... I..."

loyalty?

heh~

His Excellency, Speaker Riddle, does not believe it. He is not grateful to the past supporters of these pure-blood families. These people all came to his side for the benefit of 'pure blood supremacy'.

A title that he compromised his own interests.

After all he, Voldemort, Tom Riddle, was not pure blood!

This is just a compromise for a greater benefit, a compromise to share the benefits with these ancient pure-blood families with powerful power, resources, and strength.

But now, Tom no longer needs this kind of compromise. The new concept he put forward, surrounding the "Magic Emperor" is the "Golden Family". The standard of measurement is no longer bloodline nobility, but contribution and credit .

Most of these pure-blood family subordinates with brain problems have begun to show their unusable side.

It's not easy to use, he should have allocated the positions of the Magic Congress to these Death Eaters, but these people will only mess up everything and affect the operation of the Magic Congress.

He is no longer the original Tom Riddle who had no power, nor is he Voldemort with some problems in his head. He, Tom Riddle, is walking on the road to the throne of the "Emperor of Magic".

What he needs is an army, a magic army, not a few dark wizards who are good at killing and destroying.

"To gather people's hearts..."

"Crabbe, you know, this is what I'm going to do, you've let me down..."

"You have to give everyone an explanation, don't you?"

His Excellency Speaker Riddle's voice is so cold.

Confession?

How to explain?

Execution?

Even Crabbe, who is simple-minded, can imagine that terrible scene. Kneeling on the ground, he has no time to be afraid, and moves quickly on the ground on his knees. The brown wizard robe is stained with debris from the scorched ground, making his whole body People look very pitiful.

"No, please, master, for the sake of the past..."

He wept and tugged on the hem of Voldemort's suit jacket, crying with tears and snot running down his nose, "I only have such a son, my son, Winterson, he won't do this, he won't betray his master!"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, only one child like Wentsen is left in the Crabbe pure-blood family with a history of thousands of years. He can't die, he can't die. If he dies, our Crabbe family will have no future..."

How funny, in a moment of desperation, this dumb-headed underling became organized?

Voldemort looked at Crabbe with a sneer, and just said coldly, "Then you'd better pray that Vintson doesn't let go of this Fiendfire, and that he doesn't betray me, and I will let the Aurors join forces with the Department of Mysteries to deal with this Field Fiend will carry out the strictest review!"

"Winterson didn't set off this fierce fire, then the witch who talked nonsense and divination will be prosecuted for defamation, and I will give her the most terrible punishment."

"If it's really Winterson..."

Before he finished speaking, his sleeve was pulled violently, and the old Crabbe grabbed his sleeve with a sad face, "It's me, master, if it is found out that it is really Winterson, please believe me, he There must be no malice, please tell everyone, it wasn't Crabbe Wentsen, it was Crabbe who set Diemfire!"

He was so sad that his whole body was convulsed by crying, "Master, for the sake of the past, let me die instead of my son!"

But...

He didn't seem to know his master, Voldemort.

Whether it was Young Crabbe who was to be put to death, or Old Crabbe to be put to death, the other was definitely going to be killed too.

Because these ancient pure-blood families have too many terrible magics, and Mr. Riddle Chairman doesn't think it's time to experience these magics.

Don't look at Crabbe who looks a little mentally retarded and stupid because of the marriage of pure-blooded inbreeding, but the magical talents of these people are getting stronger and stronger, powerful enough to release the ancient and terrible magic recorded in their family.

Your Excellency, Speaker Riddle, doesn't look like having another inexplicable "magic of love" experience.

The loss of a son or a father is obviously terrible.

It would be better to put them all to death.

Lao Fu just patted Crabbe on the head silently, then turned to look at Bella, "Then, let's arrange for Crabbe to be imprisoned first, and launch the most severe review, Bella, you should know better than them all." What do I want!"

"I know!" Bella said earnestly, "To gather people's hearts!"

"very good!"

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