pertwk Chapter 197 Toast
Chapter 197 Toast
But the Dark Lord's return dinner didn't happen as much as Harry expected, and even the style of painting was different from what Tom expected. Tom originally thought that this would be a serious and cruel purge and liquidation campaign. The Dark Lord would declare the faults and crimes of his servants one by one, punish them, and then promise that the loyal ones would be rewarded, and everyone would regain everything they lost. etc.
But no.
This is mainly due to Mr. Malfoy, who is always good at dancing.
As a cunning Malfoy, the sudden arrival of the resurrected Dark Lord at Malfoy Manor was something he could not predict and control; it was also something he could not prevent from Malfoy Manor becoming a gathering place for Death Eaters; but at least he could not let these pure The bloody nobles and Dumbledore's precious savior died on his territory, right?
When the time comes for the Dark Lord to move away, how will he clean up the remaining mess? The Ministry of Magic would never dare to pursue the Dark Lord face to face, but there would be no psychological pressure if the yin and yang's strange aura stumbling upon him. The Dark Lord dared to confront Dumbledore face to face, but let alone whether Malfoy had the ability to do so, just thinking about his precious little dragon was still within Dumbledore's reach was enough to make him heartbroken and worried. Got it! As for his pure-blooded comrades, it would be fine if they died on the spot. What if they didn't die cleanly and didn't dare to grudge the Dark Lord, but instead grudged him?
He was worried to death!
Fortunately, Narcissa is a decisive and capable hostess. After feeling the call of the Dark Mark, the two looked at each other in panic for a moment, and then immediately arranged the dinner, hoping that the atmosphere of the dinner would slightly affect Narcissa. The emotional trend of the Demon King - Thanks to the fact that Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy have been married for many years, they have gone through ups and downs together over the years, and they understand each other. As soon as Narcissa asked the elves to decorate the banquet hall, Lucius immediately understood what she meant:
Simply ask everyone to stand in a circle in the living room and listen to the Dark Lord's speech. I'm afraid that the Dark Lord will become more serious as he speaks, and the more people he counts, the more sad and angry he will become, and he can't help but show his majesty to re-establish the throne. class. The atmosphere set at the beginning of the dinner was different. There were a long table, and at first glance it looked like there were a lot of people. If the seats were arranged deliberately, it would not even be possible to tell how many people were missing.
When the time comes, the wine glass is raised to celebrate the return of the master. After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere becomes lively. Although the lively atmosphere is never a reason to stop the Dark Lord from taking action, it is somewhat of a psychological suggestion. As long as he still wants to unite the team, he won't suddenly fall out on the first day, right?
As for the future... just hang out for a day, and as long as he seizes the opportunity, immediately invite this demon king out of his manor!
Lucius made up his mind.
So when the Dark Lord opened his arms to his servants at dinner and said, "Welcome, Death Eaters," and then, after a deliberate pause to put pressure on his disloyal servants, Lu Hughes had stood up smartly and bowed to the Dark Lord, praising the great Dark Lord for generously preparing a dinner for his old friends and allowing them to celebrate the return of the Dark Lord together.
"Oh, my master... your generous and kind master..." Several of the Death Eaters sitting closest knelt down again with tears in their eyes, kissing the hem of the Dark Lord's robe excitedly - part of them was really excited. , part of it is really clever.
"..." The Dark Lord glanced at Lucius expressionlessly. And Lucius had already sat down, putting on a proud and annoying look as if he was asking for credit.
"...Yes." The Dark Lord said reluctantly, "It has been thirteen years since our last gathering. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark. !Yeah?"
He raised his ferocious face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.
He thought he would smell the stench of guilt, but only the strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose——
——Lucius "happened" not to notice his master's actions, but hurriedly ordered the elves to fill the floating wine glasses for each guest, and took the lead in raising the glasses, and toasted to the Dark Lord. : "Forever united under the Dark Mark!"
There were slight ripples in the Death Eater team. Most people quickly grabbed the wine glasses and replaced the Dark Lord's angry questions with the keynote of team culture and spirit building: "Forever united in the Dark Lord Under the magic mark!"
Some of the slower responders subconsciously grabbed their wine glasses and shouted slogans excitedly, driven by the atmosphere.
Dark Lord: "..."
He glanced at Lucius for a second time, then lifted up the gold wine glass in mid-air with an expressionless expression, and slightly wetted his thin lips, which was considered as a drink.
Lucius lowered his head seemingly respectfully, not intending to test his master's patience for the third time in a short period of time. He felt at ease in his heart. After all, there are fools in any team, especially in the team of Death Eaters. There is always a shortage of dark wizards who have developed problems and only have fanatical dark pursuits in their minds - although most of them Such useful fools are all in Azkaban, but after two rounds of testing, especially the second round of toasts, some guys who can't smell the real air have been screened out.
Sure enough, he drank a glass of high-strength wine - the cunning Malfoy had made some selections in advance based on his understanding of his colleagues. Even if some people have a good nose or spiritual sense and feel that their wine is stronger, they will never drink it. I didn’t dare to say I wouldn’t drink at this time—some guys who really thought everyone was chanting slogans sincerely became excited.
The sturdy figure already wearing a cloak couldn't wait to raise the wine glass again and shouted: "This glass is to celebrate the return of the master!"
Great job, Avery! Lucius mentally applauded this brave man.
So the Death Eaters once again rushed to toast their master: "To celebrate the return of the master!"
The Dark Lord expressionlessly touched the rim of his glass with his lips again. He wanted to take a look at how many "elites" those vicious dogs (referring to Aurors) who relied on human power had left him after thirteen years.
The Dark Lord's silence inspired the Death Eaters to swear loyalty and make up for their mistakes. They found new reasons for toasting one after another, from the master's immortality to Dumbledore's doomed failure, from the master's praise of wisdom to the evil that was about to envelope everything. dark……
Until the Dark Lord knocked his cup on the table gently, making a crunching sound.
The two sides of the long table suddenly became quiet. Although there was no wind, there was a sudden subtle rustling sound, as if the guests on both sides collectively shivered.
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful." The Dark Lord said calmly, "I see you, healthy and well, your magic is as good as ever, the atmosphere of the party is still as lively, everything is just like yesterday. I am really happy for you, my friends. them."
The Dark Lord said he was happy, but silence grew on both sides of the long table.
Lucius tightened his thighs so as not to show any inappropriate expressions.
"So this also makes me have more and more doubts in my heart. I once asked myself...Why don't these wizards come to help their master, the person they swore to be loyal to forever?" The Dark Lord took his time. asked.
"I answer myself," he said softly, "They must have believed that I was dead and thought that I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said that they were innocent, unknowing, and bewitched..."
"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not come back? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard? Do you want to prove your potential?"
"I answered myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort... maybe they have pledged their allegiance to others now... maybe it is the leader of the lowlifes, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles, Albus. Dumbledore?"
"I admit that I am disappointed...very, very disappointed." The Dark Lord said calmly, "But I also know that those thoughts are nonsense, just my resentment and random thoughts under my embarrassment. There is no one in this world. The shepherd can really stop the wolf from eating the sheep. A wolf is a wolf..."
The Dark Lord's glowing red eyes scanned every face, causing the Death Eaters to tremble slightly again.
"Of course, there are some wolves who have probably voluntarily become dogs... It doesn't matter. Those who abandon their natural instincts are of course the only way to die. Those dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy don't have the guts to show up at our dinner party today... So, sit here at this moment We here have sworn to unite under the Dark Mark." The Dark Lord said, raising his glass to his servants, "So overall, I am really happy to see you. With this... this cup, I congratulate you for being safe and sound these past thirteen years."
This time the Dark Lord drank it all in one gulp.