Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In a baroque and solemn manor in Yorkshire, a group of people wearing black robes and pointed hats, covered by various horror masks, were hurriedly walking here.

They sometimes appear suddenly, sometimes disappear in an instant, sometimes turn into a smoldering smoke and burst into the air, and sometimes escort a tortured uninhabited "inmates" and send them to the dungeon of the manor.

Of course, no matter how frequent the crowds come and go, they still cannot get rid of the coldness that comes from the bones!

There is no communication between people between words or actions. In the huge manor, there is no other movement except the torture of the "prisoners".

This is the core area of ​​the Death Eater power, the residence of the leader of the Dark King Voldemort, and all the forbidden areas that British black wizards dare not mention, Hardwick Manor!

"Owner..."

In the restaurant of the manor, a wizard wearing a black double-breasted robe and without any other decorations sat in the main seat, slowly enjoying his dinner.

This person's skin is an unhealthy blue-gray, with a snake nose and hairless, and his eyes are full of selfishness and indifference. Sensitive people can still feel a hint of madness from it.

His behavior of dining was not rude. He cooperated with the knife and fork and gently cut the sliver of blood, cut it into small pieces, and gently put it into his mouth.

There was no noise in the whole process. If anyone hadn't always skipped the step of chewing and swallowed directly, no one could pick a little out of him.

"Owner..."

That's right, it's not someone else who sits in the restaurant to enjoy dinner. It's the culprit that has caused the entire British magic world to fall into darkness and war, the dark demon Voldemort!

In the restaurant, a Death Eater wearing a mask took off his hat and walked into the restaurant with caution.

"Master...Master..."

On the dining table, Voldemort's call to the visitor seemed to be unaware of it, waving the knife and fork in his hand gracefully without making any sound.

The Death Eater who had just come in saw this scene, bowed and stood beside him, not even daring to breathe.

Perhaps it was a moment, or perhaps it was a year, the Death Eater never felt that time was so hard to survive. Drops of sweat the size of soybeans oozed out from his forehead under the mask, forming a stream of sweat, wetting the black robe on his body.

"...I remember you..."

Finally, a hoarse sound penetrated the Death Eater's ears. The feeling of a reptile wandering through his neck made the not-so-old Death Eater shudder from the inside out!

At the dining table, Voldemort placed the knife and fork neatly on the dining plate, gently pushed the dining plate aside, took off the napkin placed on the left, and wiped the mouth without any stains.

"...You are from the Lestrang family..."

“…Rapalstan…Sir, I am Rapastein…”

When Rapastein heard Voldemort's words, he seemed to be greatly inspired. He was both excited and excited, and he had no attitude of fear just now.

"...Oh, I know...you are the youngest witch in the Lestrang family..."

Voldemort was no longer surprised by Rapastean's style. He rua the napkin in his hand and threw it on the head of the house elf who came to clean up the plate.

The domestic elf who had lost sight immediately trembled and did not dare to move. I don’t know how long it took until another domestic elf trembled and took off the napkin on its head. The two elves then breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground, glad to have their lives after the disaster...

"...I remember, the task I gave you was to monitor Dumbledore's movements through the Council..."

Voldemort stepped on the soft carpet barefoot and walked in front without any hurry. The Rapastein, who was only in his twenties, shuddered after hearing Voldemort's words, quickly bowed and took two steps forward, and said in a low voice:

"Report to the Master...Mr. Malfoy of the Council has new news!"

"Um?"

Hearing Rabbastan's words, Voldemort couldn't help but stop, frowned and asked without looking back:

"...Dumbledore, what action did it do?"

"Yes...ah...no no no...no, I mean, not an action against us!"

Hearing the intermittent tone, a trace of disgust flashed in Voldemort's eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced backwards.

"Make it clear!"

Recognizing Voldemort's impatience, Rapastein was even more nervous because he heard Dumbledore's nervousness. He looked at Voldemort with his eyes begging, trying hard to keep his tongue straight, and said in fear:

"...Black Magic...is...Defense class teaches black magic..."

Finally, Voldemort, who had no much patience, was completely ruined by the new Death Eater in front of him.

He pulled out his thirteen and one-half-inch, purple shirt and phoenix tail feather wand, and shot a pale light under Rabastein's begging gaze.

"Snatch the gods and seek thoughts~"

The soul-catching curse, the unforgivable mantra, is a magic that can explore the inner memories of others!

For Voldemort, who is also a master of God-Sucking and Pursuing Thoughts, there is no need to use the magic wand as a casting tool!

Just by looking at each other, he can completely steal the secret in the other party’s mind!

However, in order to punish the young man who disgusted him, he still chose to cast a spell with the help of a magic wand. Who made the young man disturb his meal and reported the information to be long-winded?

For Voldemort, this reason is more than enough!

"Avada chewed on big melons!"

A faint green light flashed, and Rabastein's begging eyes completely lost his spirit. Voldemort, who looked as if nothing had happened, walked over to the corpse that fell in front of him and walked towards the hall.

In the corridor, a house elf suddenly appeared, looked at Voldemort's figure who had disappeared at the corner with trembling eyes, snapped his fingers gently, held up the corpse with magic, and walked towards the forest with familiarity.

The forest is a dense forest, with dense shrubs and grasses. Under the shrubs and grasses, countless corpses are buried!

Some of them were Muggles that were used for fun, some were Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, some were Death Eaters like Rapastein, and some were the original owners of this manor...

Of course, no one knows who is buried here. For the Death Eaters who do not communicate on weekdays, no one will pay attention to one more person and one less person!

They were all buried here, rotting and smelling nourishing the messy woods, forming a natural barrier that shrouded the manor in a gloomy area.

“…Dolhof, informed Abraxas Malfoy of his agreement to conduct a proposal to teach black magic in Hogwarts!

Our professor of Black Magic Defense is going to help us cultivate new forces again!

Ha ha ha ha..."