Chapter 1317?? Sores

The father's hesitation and stubbornness broke up the conversation. Panxi opened the door and rushed out of her temporary home. The wind blew in from the open window in the corridor, and the cold air instantly swept her around.

The little witch of Slytherin put her hands on the railing, thinking about what she should do in the future: now, except for the top floor, there are no restrictions on her. And this young Dark Lord, except for the first time when she delivered the supplies, she praised her from a distance from the upper floor, she couldn't get in touch with him at all.

Pan Xi had no expression on her face, but her heart was depressed. The Dark Lord kept his address secret like this, which meant that he never trusted an outsider like her. Once Principal Harris came over, there was no way to confirm the location of the Dark Lord immediately. , he will definitely choose to escape, and if he takes the risk of using the strange things Harris gave him, if he is discovered, this good-tempered Dark Lord will obviously not let Parkinson go.

Pansy sighed, knowing that there are only two things he can do now: one is to continue to persuade his father to go back to join Harris; things to figure out.

In Pansy's father's corridor, a door closer to the stairs was opened. A man opened the door and saw this side. He was wearing a fur hat, round sunglasses, and a beard. There is also a shower in the hand.

"Pansy, you little guy, why are you standing here blowing the cold wind? Be careful, there are a lot of dirty Muggle bastards here, be careful that they harass you..." He walked over with his head held high, and he asked in a good mood, "I Have you unwrapped the Christmas present that Graham gave you? It's a pity that the conditions are limited and I don't have anything suitable for a pretty girl like you at home... When our goal is achieved in the future, we will get you something much better than this. "

"Mr. Renault, thank you..." Pansy felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to say some polite words, but seeing the sincere concern on the other side's face, it was stuck in her throat. She raised her hand and pretended to straighten the hair on her forehead. Concealing the unnaturalness on his face, he simply said the truth, "I had a fight with my father just now, and I haven't had time to watch it yet."

The Death Eater Raynor's eyes were not as ferocious as he usually stared at the Muggles at this time, and he was even a little doting. He glanced at Pansy's face and the closed door behind her, and saw that the little girl was still aggrieved. Thinking he understood the reason, he softened his rough voice, carelessly rubbed Pansy's bob hair and comforted him, "It's really a bit wronged me to live with Muggles now, bear with me, the master will improve soon .”

"There are more and more Mudbloods on the Floating Void City." Pan Xi nodded and followed the other party's tone, acknowledging the other party's guess.

"Uh...but when you go back later, you'd better stay away from the Malfoys. You're already a big girl, so you should understand why..." Renault persuaded Pansy with some hesitation, but he still seemed to regard her as a Little girl, "you can go back after the festival, it's not safe here, although you can do magic and you won't be in danger... Like I said earlier, the boys here in Eastern Europe are quite rude... You are so beautiful and you will be entangled of.

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"I will, thank you." Pan Xi lowered her head so that the other party could not see the sad expression on her face. The friendliness of these Parkinson's old acquaintances and distant relatives made Pan Xi, who came here with ulterior motives, feel heavy in his heart. "I'm going to go out and help buy something later. Do you want me to bring you something?"

"Bring me some milk." Renault said with a happy expression, "My wife and eldest daughter will also come to celebrate the holiday with me, and you and your father will come to my place for dinner."

On the top floor of Pansy and Raynor's Muggle house.

The young Voldemort put his arms on the railing and was looking down at Pansy talking to Graham below, looking straight into Pansy's eyes indifferently and without emotion - just because of the casting of the protective spell, the people below Can't understand what's going on here. His gaze became more and more hollow and cold, fixed on Pan Xi, and he took a long time to look away.

"Master, I heard that Pansy Parkinson got very close to the son of the Malfoy family and the youngest daughter of the Harris family at Hogwarts..." The tall, thin, long-faced guard standing beside Voldemort lowered his head and reminded, "Do you want to find a reason to drive her back or do you want to..."

The young Dark Lord didn't respond directly to his guards, his lips twitched slightly, and instead asked another unrelated question: "Stan, are you wanted?"

"No, master... I'm basically in charge of guarding work and haven't been out much..." McClan suppressed the doubts rising in his heart, and he lowered his head and answered honestly, not daring to ask more questions. From his perspective, he could see that the master was tight and smooth His jaw dropped a little.

"Stan, that's just right. I'll give you an important secret mission..." Voldemort turned around, his thin and handsome face facing the visibly agitated guards, "Prepare some high-quality boxes that have cast the Untraceable Stretching Charm... Whether you make it yourself or buy it, wait for a while for your colleagues to provide the resources in place, and you can put them all in one night...don’t let others see it.”

"Of order, master." The guard Stan, who was being entrusted with a heavy responsibility, replied without hesitation, and suddenly realized that the situation was wrong. In astonishment, he suddenly raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Master? "

Voldemort's handsome face showed a bit of coldness and ruthlessness: "Go to be a wanted man in the next few days, and sort out all the lists that are not wanted and hand them to me."

"Yes, master." Stan didn't dare to ask, but he had a bad guess in his heart.

"Now there are some sickness in our team, we must trim the branches and leaves to keep it healthy." Voldemort's jet-like hair was shaking, and his eyes fixed on Stan. There seemed to be some impatience in his eyes, but it still made the gentle A voice came out of his throat, "For example, the old Parkinson you are worried about, his Occlumency is not as good as his daughter who studied at Hogwarts for several years after the reform... This sloppy position has long been I have wavered, I have long thought about betraying me, but now I just want to hedge my bet."

At this time, Stan found some shadow of the snake-faced master from the expression and tone of the other party. He bowed even lower and did not dare to make a sound.

"Don't worry, the goal I told you is indeed my plan." Voldemort smoothed his magic robe that was wrinkled from being pressed against the railing with his slender hands, and raised his chin and said with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, "I It is true that I want to take you into a Ministry of Magic and control the local wizarding world... However, I think only those who are not wanted... and those few who are sincerely loyal to me are entitled to my rewards... As for Parkinson These opportunists, when the time comes, we will goug out these rotten sores that will invade us...""

The guard held his breath and stared at him earnestly.

"So you understand? I will personally install more defenses against the magic of divination and prophecy on this floor. Don't let that Pansy come up." Voldemort pointed to several places around his room, "Also, When it’s okay, let your people use apparition to move more, this is also a kind of detection..."