Chapter 808 Grindelwald: Scamander, why does Dumbledore like you so much?
Dusk was still an hour away, but the torches on every wall platform had already been lit, illuminating the spacious hall brightly.
In the center of the hall, there was a dining table filled with food.
The most eye-catching thing among them was an astonishingly large fire dragon, which was slowly turning on the barbecue spit. It had been roasting for several hours, and the house elf next to it was busy applying chili pepper.
There were wizards sitting around the dining table, but no one dared to touch a knife or fork. They all sat there honestly, looking carefully at the man sitting at the head:
He had no hair, like a snake, with two slender nostrils, a pair of sparkling red eyes with vertical pupils, and a very pale complexion that seemed to emit a pearl-like light.
"Master, I have received news that Dumbledore is preparing to send Sirius Black to lead a team to the European continent to find giants." Rodolphus Lestrange said excitedly:
"We can ambush them in Dover Harbor!"
"Really?" Voldemort poked a piece of ham with a dagger, put the ham into his mouth, chewed it hard, and made a loud smacking sound.
"Severus, what do you think?"
"This is a trap, Master." Snape said expressionlessly:
"If we send people there, we will be ambushed by Black and the Order of the Phoenix."
"In fact, Dumbledore had already sent Hagrid to France on Beauxbatons' carriage a week ago."
"He is going to Beauxbatons on the surface, but he is actually responsible for contacting the giants."
Hearing what Snape said, Rodolphus Lestrange retorted:
"Impossible, Dumbledore handed this matter over to Black...Master, my source is very reliable."
"It couldn't be from Mundungus Fletcher, could it?" Snape chuckled, "That's false news that Dumbledore asked him to leak deliberately."
Rodolphus's face turned red, obviously Snape had told him right, and his source of information was none other than Mundungus.
When Bella saw her husband falling into a disadvantage, she immediately expressed support:
"Dumbledore would give such an important task to that idiot Hagrid?"
"Of course," Snape said, "Dumbledore's trust in Hagrid is beyond your imagination."
"I agree with this." Voldemort raised his head and said:
“When I kicked Hagrid out of school, Dumbledore took him in and found him a job.
I have always suspected that Hagrid is the son of Dumbledore and a certain giantess. "
Then Voldemort laughed heartily, and several Death Eaters at the nearby table also laughed. The laughter spread quickly, and everyone laughed in agreement, especially Bella who laughed the loudest and harshest.
Although Voldemort was laughing, he did not take his eyes away from Snape's eyes from the beginning to the end. He stared for a long time, and when the laughter subsided, he praised:
"Severus, your information is very useful."
He looked at the other Death Eaters and said:
"You have been imprisoned in Azkaban for these years and are warriors among the Death Eaters. Although Severus stayed at Hogwarts, he provided more useful information... He is the hero!"
"The Death Eaters... need a hundred Severus Snapes!"
Snape puffed up his chest and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Master, for the compliment!"
"Severus, sit here," Voldemort pointed to the seat immediately to his right, "Rodolphus - you sit over there!"
So Snape grabbed the best seat at the long table, and the expelled Rodolphus sat next to Lucius, which was the farthest place from Voldemort except Lucius's seat.
When Rodolphus walked, his steps were heavy and his body was shaking.
The other Death Eaters looked at Snape with jealousy, especially Bella, whose eyes widened.
The closer you are to your master, the closer you are to him.
Sitting next to it... is definitely an honor!
"Here, eat some beef." Voldemort waved his wand, and a large piece of bloody, rare beef appeared on the plate in front of Snape.
Although Snape didn't like beef, he still took a bite.
At this moment, the door to the living room was pushed open, and August Lukewood strode in.
"You're late, August."
Voldemort threw the bloody meat in his hand to the poisonous snakes sniffing around in the hall, and twisted his thin lips into a mocking smile.
"You seem busier than me."
"Master, I got good news." Lukewood said hurriedly.
Voldemort smacked the grease on his fingers, then filled himself a corner glass, drank half of it in one gulp, wiped his mouth and said:
"Oh, what good news can you tell me?"
"About Rolf Scamander."
Upon hearing Rolf's name, Voldemort's eyes immediately shone like red-hot coals in a brazier.
"What's up with him?"
"Scamander has been buried in the North Sea!" Rookwood said. "he died!"
"What?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment and said in extreme astonishment, "This is impossible!"
"The news is absolutely true," Rookwood said. "Scamander was on the Mayflower and was attacked by a fire dragon more than fifty meters long.
The Aurors searched for days and nights, but could not find him... The Ministry of Magic was preparing to hold a press conference to announce the death of Scamander. "
Voldemort sat on the chair, with veins popping out of his wrists. He suddenly laughed and shouted:
"Rolf Scamander...is dead!"
Voldemort stood up, walked around the hall with his bare feet, opened his arms, and laughed wildly.
"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Scamander is dead!"
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On the top of the towering mountain stands a castle made of ancient rocks without mortar.
There are three crooked towers on the castle. On the middle tower, two old men stand side by side. They look into the distance from the windows covered with thick moss.
One of the old men, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, looked back and asked with some worry:
"Gellert, are you sure that Rolf and Shirley will come back from that island safe and sound?"
The old man wearing a thin gray robe beside him was as thin as a skeleton, his cheeks shrank inward, and his eye sockets were sunken inward. He smiled slightly and said:
"Albus, what if I said... that they would both be in danger?"
"Then Newt will definitely come to Nurmengard to settle the score with you!" Dumbledore said.
"Albus, I'm just a bad old man with limited power now." Grindelwald's old lips slightly pulled together, revealing a toothless mouth.
"You won't let anyone hurt me, right?"
"Newt is not someone else to me." Dumbledore shrugged and said seriously: "I will not stop him from whatever he wants to do."
Hearing this, Grindelwald seemed very sad. He recalled that year at MACUSA, when he pretended to be Graves and then tried Newt and asked him the question:
"Scamander, what is it that makes Albus Dumbledore like you so much?"
Seventy years later, the old man is still curious about this question.
"Don't worry, Albus." Grindelwald stretched out a withered and spotted hand, holding on to the window and said:
"My eyes tell me that Scamander and the red-haired girl will come back from Valhalla safely."
"Your attention should be on Corvinus Gaunt." Grindelwald said in a hoarse voice: "He...has already started to take action."
"I know." Dumbledore said calmly:
"So, next school year... I will take the students to Ilvermorny!"
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