"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

"Do you have a way to put those fairies in peace? Pierce?" Ivan groaned.

If he remembers correctly, Voldemort's other Horcrux Hufflepuff's gold cup is now in Bella's vault, and it is better to take it out and destroy it as soon as possible to be on the safe side.

"Your Excellency Hals, fairies are different from other magical creatures. They are surprisingly united and very difficult to deal with. They also operate multiple banks and almost control the entire European finances. But... But I will find a way to give them as soon as possible. It's crushing... it may take some time." Pierce wiped the cold sweat from his head and said with an embarrassed expression.

Ivan shook his head helplessly, "Use your mind, Pierce, from another angle, this matter is actually very easy to solve."

"Don't forget, this is a very time, and an important place like Gringotts must be protected by the Ministry of Magic!" Ivan reminded.

But these greedy goblins will never give the Ministry of Magic a chance to intervene in Gringotts, unless they are in a life-and-death crisis...

Pierce frowned and wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, he quickly broke through the thinking trap of using his power to suppress people in the past.

It doesn't matter if there is no life and death crisis, they can create one, for example, find a group of fierce Death Eaters to make trouble, and beat those greedy goblins.

Only by letting them recognize their own weaknesses will they need the help of the Ministry of Magic...

"I understand what to do, Sir Hals." Pierce said very excitedly. As the incoming Minister of Magic, he certainly hopes to take the financial power back from the goblin.

Out of the trust of Pierce's ability, Ivan did not ask the details of the plan. If he can't figure out even this little thing and needs to ask himself for help, the other party doesn't need to be the Minister of Magic.

"Work hard, Pierce...oh, no, I mean Mr. Minister! Everything is to defeat the Dark Lord as soon as possible!" Ivan stood up, patted Pierce on the shoulder, and walked to the fireplace in the minister's office, grabbing A handful of Floo powder was thrown out.

The faint blue flame rose up, and Ivan's figure quickly disappeared into the flame.

Pierce, who watched Ivan leave, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person directly slumped on the chair.

In order to defeat the mysterious man as soon as possible?

Are you kidding me?

It's almost the same if you want to hold the devil's own weight...

The Dark Lord is miserable enough...

Pierce kept complaining in his heart, picked up the communicator placed on the table, and said. "Let the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet come over!"

...

The next day, early in the morning, in the premises of the Daily Prophet, thousands of owls carrying envelopes spread the news of the mysterious man attacking the Ministry of Magic throughout the magic world!

All the wizards who got the newspaper were shocked by the shocking news and almost regarded it as a bad Halloween joke.

After all, the Daily Prophet has been telling them that the magic world is very peaceful for more than half a year. Mysterious people do not exist at all. Everything is a joke made by Dumbledore, who took Harry Potter's dream seriously.

After more than half a year of constant brainwashing, this concept has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but today’s news of the Daily Prophet has undergone a 180-degree reversal, suddenly telling them that what Dumbledore said is true and mysterious. People actually exist!

Not only that, but the cunning Dark Lord also brought a large number of Death Eaters into a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic, causing hundreds of casualties, and even killing the Minister of Magic in public?

When seeing this news, most people's first reaction was that they couldn't believe it. However, the four pages of the Daily Prophet listed a large number of pictures as evidence.

Fragmented statues of wizard brothers, dilapidated conference halls, and atriums full of rubble remains and corpses... These pictures of truth and fiction convey the feeling of despair to everyone who reads the newspaper. In the wizard's heart, the fear in their hearts was connected.

Fifteen years ago, the mysterious man who made everyone in the magical world afraid to call his name, really returned!

...

At the same time, in Riddle's mansion, Voldemort looked at the twenty Death Eaters standing in front of him and asked angrily.

"Can anyone tell me what is going on?!"

The Death Eaters tremblingly did not dare to reply, and looked at the Daily Prophet placed in the center of the wooden table from time to time.

Snape was even more frightened in a cold sweat. Voldemort did not inform him of such an important plan in advance. This was an extremely dangerous signal... Has his identity as an undercover agent been discovered?

"Master, a momentary defeat is nothing. In fact, the plan you specified is perfect. If it weren't for a traitor, the Ministry of Magic would have been in your bag!" Fenrir Greyback cautiously replied. .

The rest of the Death Eaters also hurriedly followed to praise a few words, and by the way they scolded Lucius Malfoy and the others who were screaming.

However, what they didn't expect was that Voldemort's face became more and more gloomy under the crowd of praise ~com~ and soon became intolerable, and he sternly said.

"Enough, just shut up!"

The noisy hall became silent in an instant, and the scorching black mark of the Dark Lord accompanied by the anger of the Dark Lord sticks to their arms like a soldering iron. The pain caused the Death Eaters to inevitably give birth to a little bit of resentment.

what is this? The Dark Lord had lost the battle this time, and he wanted to cast all his anger on their heads.

Voldemort could of course see the minds of these people under the perception of Sensation. He turned his head to look aside Peter and asked sternly as he became more annoyed in his heart. "Wormtail, tell them, what was the task I assigned to you yesterday?"

"Master, you... You asked me to sneak into the jail while the Azkaban guards were changing shifts to rescue Bella and the others..." Peter stubbornly said, his small eyes filled with horror. The color.

"What then? Did you save the man back?" Voldemort's tone became more and more severe.

"I reported to you. By the time I got there, Bella was gone. I thought... I thought it was the dementors who left the job without permission, so they found the chance to escape in advance... Antonin has always been very Smart..." Peter knelt down slightly trembling, and quickly climbed up to Voldemort, pleading. "Master, I don't know, Master..."

"So not only did you fail to complete the task, you also brought back a false message, right?" Voldemort's face was distorted to the extreme, he looked at Peter coldly, and waved his wand without hesitation.

"~ (Drill my heart and cut my bones

"Ah!!" Peter curled up in pain, rolling on the ground non-stop, shouting loudly. "Master, I don't know anything, it's Malfoy! He must have revealed our news...Master!"