Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 457, Section 452: Let them get rid of Dumbledore.

For Voldemort, personally bestowing the Death Eater mark upon his servants was an unparalleled honor, and for the Death Eaters of Bellatrix's lineage in Azkaban, it was indeed an insanely high honor.

However, not everyone thinks that way; at least old Crabbe and old Goyle don't.

This is similar to their superior and friend Lucius, who was very opposed to classifying Draco as a Death Eater. Bella had mentioned to him more than once that she wanted Draco to be marked as a Death Eater, but Lucius refused.

However, old Goyle and old Crabbe were not Lucius; they dared not disobey Voldemort's demands.

They didn't even dare to express their thoughts, let alone think about it.

Although Voldemort doesn't use Legilimency to read other people's thoughts all the time, who knows if he's using it right now?

"Your instructions are our goal; how could we dare to have any more expectations?"

Old Crabbe said, crawling on the ground with his buttocks sticking up high, looking rather comical.

"That's what I think too."

When Old Gore saw his old friend express his opinion, he immediately replied, "Me too."

"Rewards and punishments are necessary to motivate servants."

Voldemort was very pleased with their humble attitude: "Don't try to persuade me, this is a reward they deserve."

"After all, this matter also carries some risks."

Upon hearing that there was some risk involved, the two fathers immediately became nervous. Although their child was not good enough, he was still their own flesh and blood.

No one wants their child to be in danger.

After a moment's deliberation, it was old Crabbe who spoke first.

"Master, I'm worried about entrusting such an important task to them."

"Um?"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Voldemort's displeased snort and immediately shut his mouth, swallowing his unfinished words.

They just said, "Your orders are our objective," but now they immediately change their tune as soon as they hear there's a risk. Isn't that just playing with me? This made Voldemort feel a little like he'd been tricked.

Voldemort's gaze began to linger on the two of them, so frightening that they didn't dare to breathe, their minds completely blank.

The lack of resistance or discontent he sensed improved Voldemort's mood somewhat.

"They both did a very good job last time, so I believe they will have no problem this time either."

Having said all that, what else can they say?

To refuse again, or to say even one more word, would be utterly suicidal.

So the two of them lay quietly on the ground, waiting for Voldemort to continue.

"I need those two to do something for me."

"Get rid of Dumbledore."

"???!!!"

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were stunned by Voldemort's words, as if struck by lightning, and stood there dumbfounded for a long time.

Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! This task is absolutely outrageous.

Let their sons get rid of Dumbledore?

Is this a joke?

At that moment, Voldemort seemed to transform into the nine-headed worm, while old Crabbe and old Goyle became the reporting men.

"I'm giving you a task," Nine-Headed Insect said to Benbo'erba: "Go and eliminate Tang Sanzang and his disciples."

"Me?" Benboerba pointed to his head full of question marks.

It is full of absurdity and unreality; it is nothing but absurdity.

If their children had that ability, would they still be just Lucius's lackeys?

There was actually another thought they dared not consider.

Both Goyle and Crabbe have the ability to get rid of Dumbledore. The first one they'll eliminate isn't Dumbledore, but you, you old madman.

"Master, they are just children."

After holding it in for a long time, old Crabbe finally uttered this sentence.

"I know they are all promising kids."

Voldemort seemed not to have caught the hidden meaning in old Crabbe's words, or perhaps he had, but he pretended not to have, which is why he said those words.

"And I will give them this."

Voldemort pulled a very beautiful necklace from his sleeve. The necklace had a name that Voldemort thought was very nice—the Cursed Opal Necklace.

"What a beautiful necklace! Unfortunately, behind its beauty often lies death."

"The longer you wear it, the more serious the harm to your body will be."

The curse power of this necklace is quite terrifying; it has already killed nineteen people.

Voldemort stroked the opal necklace, his face filled with reminiscence.

"I got this from an old acquaintance."

The opal necklace, a dark magic item that kills invisibly, last appeared at Borgin Burke's Magic Shop, the largest dark magic shop in Turn Alley.

That was also Voldemort's first job after graduating from Hogwarts.

"Give it to your children."

Voldemort bent down and handed the opal necklace to old Crabbe.

"I want them both to use this necklace to find a way to kill Dumbledore."

"Of course, if they have a better way, they can avoid using this necklace."

Old Crabbe accepted the necklace with trembling hands, knowing in his heart that the matter was basically settled.

"As long as they succeed, as long as Dumbledore is dead, I will give you everything you want."

As he watched the two figures stagger away, Voldemort's face gradually darkened.

He knew very well how powerful the curse he had placed on that ring was, yet Dumbledore had managed to withstand it for so long.

There must be other reasons why he hasn't died yet.

So he wanted to add fuel to the fire.

Of course, this fire is not that necklace.

Could a mere necklace really kill Dumbledore?

If it were that simple, Voldemort would have done it long ago.

He considered Dumbledore his greatest rival, and given his previous experience of obtaining Harry's blood from Hogwarts, he knew that Crabbe and Goyle would definitely be under close scrutiny. Therefore, this plan was destined to fail.

Voldemort wanted them to fail.

The necklace is just the beginning; everything truly begins when the mission fails and the necklace falls into Dumbledore's hands.

That cave

That place, filled with corpses and filled with fake pendants, is the real backup plan.

He left enough clues on the necklace; with Dumbledore's wisdom, he would surely follow those clues to find the cave.

Based on his understanding of Dumbledore, he was certain that the white-bearded old man would drink those potions himself, because he trusted his judgment. Given Voldemort's arrogance, he wouldn't use poison; he would only use potions that rendered people incapacitated.

Unfortunately, it was just a fake pendant.

So he used real poison.

Dumbledore already wore the ring; if he then drank the poison he had specially prepared...

Even if the four great masters of Hogwarts were reborn, they couldn't save him.

This is a flawless plan.

Of course, if Crabbe and Goyle were to actually succeed, Voldemort would be very happy, as it would save him a lot of trouble.

(End of this chapter)