"Anyway, I need to see results in half a year, do you understand?" Voldemort added.

Snape should claim that it was, and Draco nodded hastily.

Voldemort was very satisfied, and the hand pressing on Draco's shoulder could not help but aggravated a bit, and a strong black gas continued to gush out from the part where the shoulder and the palm of the hand were in contact.

Draco hissed softly, gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly felt like his shoulders were being burned by a hot iron.

If Voldemort's power hadn't been taken into consideration, he would have shouted out.

After an unknown period of time, the hand was retracted, and the long pain finally ended. Draco knelt directly on the ground, sweating on his forehead and back.

"This is part of the reward I have given you in advance." Voldemort said lightly.

reward? Draco was a little unclear, so he thought it was the Dark Lord deliberately torturing himself.

Draco hurriedly pulled off his collar and took a look, only to realize that there was a skull mark on his shoulder.

A black python was slowly crawling out of the skull, as if it were alive, very mysterious.

This is the Mark of the Dark Devil? !

Draco recognized it instantly. He had seen the exact same pattern on his father's arm before, and he knew that it was a sign of Death Eater.

If only half a day ago, Draco would have been happy. He had always thought that becoming a Death Eater was an extremely prestigious thing, but now he has no heart to think about this, and his mind is full of the assassination mission...

Due to the small number of Death Eaters regrouping, Voldemort didn't mean to talk about it. The whole meeting only lasted more than an hour before it came to an end.

The Death Eaters who received the order did not dare to stay for a while, and soon used Apparitions to disperse.

Snape stepped out of Riddle's House, recalling the conversation with Dumbledore at Hogwarts Tower ten days ago.

[After I died, if one day Voldemort suddenly fell into great fear and panic all day long, it would prove that the time had come! 】

Snape frowned deeply. Originally, he thought Dumbledore had been burnt out by the potion he had made to make his mind so whimsical, but now it doesn't seem to be the case...

Whether it was the fierce loyalty curse covering the entire resident, or ordering himself and Draco to investigate and assassinate Ivan Hals, it undoubtedly proved one thing.

That is so powerful that Voldemort, who has made the entire magical world war-fighting, is afraid!

Fear of a little devil who is only fifteen years old.

And that person is not yet called Harry Potter...

This made Snape feel ridiculous, and at the same time he became even more curious about what happened in Knockout Alley that night, and why Voldemort was beaten and fled.

Is it possible...is this also in your calculations?

Dumbledore?

...

A few days passed in a flash, and under the compulsory intervention of law enforcement such as Fren, the entire Knockdown Alley was completely new.

In the past, the debris and garbage accumulated in the corners were cleaned up, and the unemployed people who wandered in the streets were all arrested and forced to participate in the street reconstruction work.

Not only that, the enthusiastic law enforcement officers will go from door to door to explain to them the new rules in the Knockover Alley, and give them a copy of the "New Century Declaration."

According to the descriptions of the law enforcement officers, this book contains the magnificent idea of ​​that adult, which every wizard in Knockdown Alley must understand and read.

They will also conduct an assessment every three months, and those wizards who fail the assessment will be put in prison and become experimental materials for that adult.

Under such intimidation and pressure, in just a few days, earth-shaking changes have taken place in Turnover Alley, and slogans of compliance and law-abiding have been posted door-to-door.

The two Aurors who entered the investigation here witnessed such a harmonious scene.

"Captain, shouldn't we come to the wrong place?" Sunny looked around, looking at the plaque [Speaking of Civilization, Creating New Styles], the whole person was blind.

Three years ago, she had been to Knockdown Alley several times, vaguely remembering that the streets were very messy at that time, and some black wizards squatting in the neighborhood often squatted around and glanced at herself with strange eyes, making her feel very uncomfortable.

But today's Knockdown Alley is completely different. There is no such unpleasant pungent smell. All the dark wizards with bad intentions are also gone, and the wizards who pass by from time to time mostly have reassuring smiles on their faces.

Has Knockoff Alley changed so much over the years?

Sunny was a little unacceptable for a while.

"I don't know what's going on, but it should be Knockout Alley here!" Delux shook his head, also surprised by the changes in Knockout Alley.

You should know that this is a gathering place for dark wizards, a place that the Ministry of Magic usually can't control, but now it looks orderly, and various propaganda slogans are posted on the surrounding walls.

Out of Auror's keen intuition, Dlex is 100% sure that there must be a problem.

The two exchanged opinions, and unanimously decided to find a few people to ask about the situation before talking, and then stopped a middle-aged witch who happened to pass by.

"Hello, madam, I heard that a conflict broke out in Knockout Alley the other day, is that right?" Sunny asked.

"No, you are misunderstood, there is no conflict breaking out here." The witch squinted her eyes and said with a smile. "That night, it was just a few familiar wizards who gathered together for a lively bonfire party."

"A campfire party?" Sunny's eyes widened.

The corners of Dawlish's mouth twitched.

The middle-aged witch nodded and described the scene of the bonfire party that night to the two vividly~com~ In the second half of the night, several drunk witches were still interested in magical competition for a while. The house was burned, causing a lot of chaos...

Dawlish was dubious.

Although the other party's statement was a bit weird, it was at least far more reliable than the nonsense rumors that the resurrected black demon was defeated and escaped from Knockdown Alley.

"Then what's the matter with these things?" Sunny asked curiously, pointing to the slogan posted on the street wall.

The middle-aged witch explained with emotion. The chaotic situation in Knockout Alley a few years ago made every wizard living here feel pain in his eyes.

So they spontaneously united this year and drove away the dark wizards who made trouble, and decided to rebuild their own homeland.

And these propaganda slogans are their bright prospects for the future!

Sonny and Dawlish looked at each other stupidly, saying goodbye to the witch, walking on the tidy street full of question marks.

I'm afraid it's not a fake Knockover Alley...