novelcrest Chapter 604 Half a Month Later
Chapter 604 Half a Month Later
Chapter 600 Half a Month Later
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye—
Sean was in a very good mood, naturally because the wizarding world as a whole was thriving.
really?
Bella doesn't think so.
Every weekend, she would send a gift into Hogwarts through the vanishing cabinet.
If she were to explain it, the master's happiness stemmed from his own gift.
Sean didn't quite agree with this idea.
shallow.
That's too superficial.
His happiness stemmed from the upcoming plans.
If today's plan goes smoothly, then it's only a matter of time before the wizarding world falls under my control.
On the other side, there was a gloomy valley.
It was midday, but the sunlight seemed to be blocked by some dirty curtain, shining into the valley.
Pale, cold, and lifeless.
Along with the damp, musty smell in the air, mixed with the stench of rotting plants and animal carcasses, it was nauseating. Several crows, attracted by the smell of food, circled high in the sky, occasionally letting out a few hoarse cries.
In the center of the valley, a man sat high up.
The Death Eaters stood below the rock, heads bowed, facing the stone platform.
"Tom————"
The man whispered "Tom" to the person next to him.
He was the one who bought the "fake Malfoy signature" and successfully joined the Death Eaters.
During those two weeks, he and Tom became very close.
In most missions, the two also travel together, making them a rare pair of "friends" among the gloomy Death Eaters.
But Tom is a little different today.
He stood there, his posture unchanged, but his entire demeanor had become much more serious.
The man leaned closer, his voice extremely low: "You seem a bit off today. What's wrong? What happened?"
Voldemort's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was just snapping out of his thoughts.
He glanced at the man and replied casually, "It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well."
The man frowned, seemingly unconvinced.
Based on his interactions with "Tom" over the past few days, he felt that although "Tom" was taciturn, his daily routine was unusually regular.
The real reason for Tom's change in temperament was not that he didn't sleep well at all.
There must be something on their mind.
But the other person didn't seem to want to talk about it, and it wasn't the right time to speak.
The man was determined to help "Tom" hand out fewer flyers today.
As if sensing the man's inner thoughts, Voldemort glanced at him.
"You are a very good person."
?
The man was stunned.
Was Tom praising him? But since the dark wizard is associated with "good people," is this really a compliment?
The man was once again caught up in a brainstorming session.
But Voldemort's next question followed: "If the Dark Lord wins, is there a position you'd like to choose, or something you'd like to do?"
If a man knew that "Tom" was Voldemort, he would certainly know what these words meant:
BOSS Zhipin.
If Voldemort knew what was about to happen, he would certainly know what his words meant:
A flag before the final battle.
But Voldemort didn't know, and neither did the man.
The man rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually—I'd really like to do interrogations."
Perhaps fearing that "Tom" might misunderstand him, he added, "I'm not talking about the kind of random torture. I mean, a more systematic approach: classify, record, and analyze the suspect's language habits and clues, and then start from the psychological level to peel back their secrets layer by layer."
As he spoke, he unconsciously made a "peeling an onion" gesture, "Just like peeling an onion, there are layers of hard shell on the outside, but inside it's all fear, regret, and resentment—I quite like this kind of thing."
He paused after speaking, and found that the surroundings were completely silent, even the flickering of the flames seemed to have stopped.
He glanced at Tom discreetly.
Voldemort was looking at him, and there was a subtle meaning in his gaze, like interest, amusement, or the observation of the potential of a new toy.
"That's interesting," Voldemort said. "So you enjoy listening to people lie?"
"No, that's not it—" The man quickly waved his hand, suddenly realizing he'd said too much. "I just think liars are hiding certain—more real desires. I like to uncover those things, like—"
He was at a loss for words, his mind racing.
"—Like deciphering a spell?" Voldemort added.
The man's eyes lit up, as if struck by a magic spell: "Yes! It's like breaking a curse!"
Voldemort nodded, his gaze softening slightly, and said in a low voice, "Then we'll see if you have the chance in the future."
Before the man could say anything, he heard footsteps approaching from not far away.
The rally is about to begin.