<h4>Chapter 122: Voldemort is getting ready to do something.</h4>


    "What if I say... I haven''t been tampered with by Drac?" Under Snape''s sharp gaze, Riddle also red back coldly.


    "That''s just your one-sided statement." Snape was unmoved. His eyes were very cold and empty, like two dark corridors.


    The two looked at each other with cold eyes, and the air between them seemed to be solidified.


    "Okay, Severus, Tom, you two can stop for now." Voldemort''s voice suddenly sounded from the front of the living room of Malfoy Manor, interrupting the almost solidified atmosphere.


    "Severus, don''t doubt my clone anymore." He said, "I have confirmed that he has not been tampered with by Drac and can still be fully trusted."


    Snape''s eyes froze for a moment, and then slowly moved his eyes back to the table in front of him.


    "I understand, Master." He said softly.


    Riddle tilted his mouth to Snape, revealing a provocative look, but received no response.


    He curled his lips in boredom, but in his heart he was very disdainful of Voldemort''s assurance in front of everyone just now-


    Riddle knew that Voldemort must have quietly checked whether there was any problem with his soul fragments during the time when he and Snape looked at each other.


    Voldemort was willing to believe Riddle not because of trust in him, but simply because of his confidence in himself.


    Whether the soul fragments in the Horcrux were tampered with, he would not be wrong at all under close perception!


    However, what Voldemort did not expect was that Drac did not do anything to Riddle at all.


    Drac only used words to bewitch him, and Riddle, the Horcrux diary, betrayed Voldemort''s camp and joined Drac''s team...


    After joining Drac''s team, Riddle was terrified by Snape''s report and Voldemort''s inspection-


    He was afraid that Voldemort would know that he had absorbed another Horcrux, and he was also afraid that Snape would expose his fact that he had joined Drac...


    Riddle spent the short meeting time in a trembling nervous mood. It was because Riddle inherited Voldemort''s memory, had a strong acting talent and adaptability, that he barely coped with Snape''s cold gaze and Voldemort''s inspection.


    In order to avoid himself from being exposed, he quickly found an excuse to leave.


    "To avoid being discovered by Drac, I can''t leave Hogwarts for too long." Riddle said, "Are there any other important things? If not, I''ll leave first."


    "Nothing more important." Voldemort thought for a moment, and said to Riddle in a deep voice, "Your only and most important task for us is to bring me the thing I want before Halloween!"


    Riddle nodded silently, and then disappeared on the spot.


    After leaving Malfoy Manor, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.


    "You mean... Snape is definitely on Voldemort''s side?" Drac, holding a lollipop in his mouth, looked at Riddle in front of him with interest. "How did you find out in just a few minutes?"


    "This Death Eater meeting just started not long ago, and Snape pointed the finger at me..." Riddle said in shock, "I thought he would at least hide something for me... As an assistant at Hogwarts, I am at least his colleague!"


    "But he didn''t! He exposed the fact that I was working for you right away, and encouraged Voldemort to stop believing my words. If I hadn''t been a fragment of his soul and still maintained a normal state, Voldemort might have really suspected me..."


    Riddle carefully recounted Snape''s performance at the Death Eater meeting, and then stared closely into Drac''s eyes.


    "Professor Drac, only by getting rid of Snape, the spy, can I work for you more safely!" He said seriously.


    "I see." Drac nodded nonchntly, took the lollipop stick out of his mouth, and threw it into the trash can next to him.


    Seeing Riddle still standing there, he waved his hand casually and said, "Go back and rest first, I''ll take care of it."


    Drac''s nonchnt attitude made Riddle''s expression stiff for a moment. He opened his mouth, but didn''t know what to say, so he could only leave the office with a cold face.


    "What are you going to do next?"


    Watching Riddle leave, Drac opened the window boredly and admired the Hogwarts Castle in the night.


    The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor''s office is located in the overall rectangr teaching area, on the east side of the third floor, and is connected to the Defense Against the Dark Arts ssroom close to the east corridor on the second floor.


    Looking from the lower third floor to the southwest side of the castle, you can see an extremely tall and magnificent cylindrical building - that is the main tower of Hogwarts Castle.


    The main tower has eight floors in total, each floor is very high. The top floor is a wide spire covered with tiles, full of ancient style.


    Outside the spire are three small towers that rise in sequence. That is the Hogwarts principal''s office on the eighth floor of the main tower.


    In the middle of the night, in the dim night, there are no stars in the sky, and the Hogwarts Castle has already turned off almost all the lights, and the world is dark.


    With excellent night vision, Drac''s office is not lit, blending into the deep night.


    However, the three small towers outside the main tower spire are faintly lit, adding a bit of color to the night.


    "It seems that tonight is not so boring!" Drac raised his mouth.


    He stepped lightly on the windowsill and jumped into the dark night.


    In this dim night, Drac did not need to avoid the eyes of the little wizards at all. He stretched out his wide wings and flew lightly in the protective color of the night.


    In this cold weather, the window of the principal''s office was not closed. A candle was ced on the windowsill, swaying gently in the wind.


    Drac''s figure quietly appeared beside the candle, blocking the rare light in the night.


    "Ah, you are here, Professor Drac." Dumbledore gently adjusted the sses on his crooked nose and smiled happily, "It''s cold today. Please help me close the window when youe down."


    "You seem to have been waiting for me here for a long time?" Drac frowned slightly, jumped down from the window frame lightly, and closed the window casually.


    "Ah, it wasn''t long. I opened the window when Severus left and waited for you toe." Dumbledore rubbed his cold and red hands, "I''m really old, I still feel warmer with the window closed."


    "Mind if I light a firece?"


    Without waiting for Drac''s consent, Dumbledore waved his wand and lit the firece next to the desk.


    The green me rose high from the firece, and the room suddenly became warm.


    "Tell me, what did you stay up sote to tell me?" Drac nced at the firece burning with green mes, andy down on the sofa next to the Sorting Hat skillfully, "If you ask me, you should really learn the work and rest schedule of that old guy Nico."


    "He goes to bed at around eight o''clock every night and gets up at five in the morning. He is over six hundred years old, but he can still walk on the ground by himself." Drac said with a chuckle.


    "To be honest, I envy Nico''s leisurely life." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "He originally had to worry about others coveting the legendary Philosopher''s Stone, but now that the Philosopher''s Stone is handed over to you for safekeeping, thest worry is gone."


    "Now he doesn''t have to worry about anything. He can livefortably just by watching a y and studying magic every day."


    "How can it befortable to do those repetitive things every day?" Drac disagreed. "But his boring life does make his work and rest more regr."


    "If possible, which old man is willing to stay upte? But I have no other way. If I don''t solve the problem of Voldemort, I can''t sleep or eat well, Professor Drac!"


    Dumbledore smiled and looked deeply at Drac.


    "If you feel sorry for me as an old man, you can promise to help me get rid of Voldemort. That way I don''t have to stay upte like those energetic young people." He said with a smile.


    "If I feel sorry for you, an old man, who will feel sorry for me?" Drac shrugged. "Voldemort, that troublesome, noseless guy, may not have much brains, but he has prepared a lot of spare lives for himself... I won''t make trouble for nothing and take on such a troublesome task."


    "You are joking, Professor Drac." Dumbledore smiled and yawned, "Which old man can be as energetic as you after not sleeping for a few days?"


    Drac closed his eyes, toozy to go around in circles with Dumbledore, the old fox, and say those meaningless words.


    "Tell me, what do you want to say to me?" He asked directly.


    "Don''t worry, we still have one person who hasn''t arrived yet!" Dumbledore looked at the firece beside him and said with a chuckle.


    ...


    On the other side, in the living room of Malfoy Manor.


    After Riddle left, the remaining Death Eaters continued the previous meeting.


    "Do you understand the next n?" Voldemort asked coldly, scanning the Death Eaters present with his scarlet eyes.


    "Understood, Master." The Death Eaters present all answered solemnly.


    "Very good, then let''s discuss the main tasks of each person in this operation."


    Voldemort stared at everyone''s eyes one by one, until they were scared to the point of sweating on their heads, and then he slowly said the next sentence.


    "Start with you, Severus." Voldemort pointed his wand at Snape, who was sitting in the first seat on his right hand, "Tell me, how to aplish your task."


    Snape nodded expressionlessly.


    "I will stay in Hogwarts and cast spells on the owls and magical messagesing and going to block Drac and Dumbledore''s ess to information." He said in a steady tone, "If Dumbledore and Drac have the intention to leave the castle, I will do my best to stop them and use other things to try to dy them until our action is over!"


    "Severus is right!" Voldemort''s hoarse voice sounded.


    "Drac and Dumbledore are the two biggest obstacles in our n. We must dy them to seed! Although we have two undercovers in Hogwarts, my clone has other tasks, so only you can dy these two obstacles."


    "Severus, for the confidentiality of your identity, you don''t have to participate in this operation on site." Voldemort said in a deep voice, "All you need to do is do your best to dy Drac and Dumbledore, the longer the better!"


    Snape nodded slowly.


    "Yaxley, what about the Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort suddenly turned his head and looked to his left.


    Yaxley was different from other Death Eaters who were all dressed in ck. His ck robe was embroidered with gorgeous andplicated patterns, as if to show his unique temperament as one of the twenty-eight holy families.


    Voldemort''s sudden question startled him.


    Yaxley shuddered subconsciously, then reacted and began to introduce his work content.


    "I have bribed the Aurors and observers stationed in Azkaban at the end of October. They thought I was just visiting the Yaxley family members in prison."


    "But why would those locked-up trash be worth visiting?" He sneered, "At that time, I will destroy themunicator between Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic when they are not paying attention, and cut off the possibility of them finding reinforcements!"


    "In addition, I have written the impeachment letter against Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour. As soon as we break through Azkaban, I will hand it over to Fudge."


    "With Fudge is a fool. He certainly wouldn''t mind weakening the influence of two political rivals. At the same time, doing so can not only please our Yaxley family, but also get rid of his responsibility for the breach of Azkaban. It can be said that it is the best of all worlds. "


    "It is a foregone conclusion that I will be promoted to the first or second position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!"


    "You have done a good job in your mission." Voldemort nodded approvingly, "When I lead the wizarding world, you will be the next Minister of Magic!"


    Yaxley showed a fanatical expression at the right time, knelt on one knee on the ground, and expressed his loyalty to Voldemort.


    Lucius sat in the second seat on the left, looking at this head of the family, who is also one of the twenty-eight holy families, groveling to Voldemort with great disdain,pletely forgetting how he licked Voldemort''s toes at that time...


    "Lucius, what about you?" Voldemort''s cold voice suddenly sounded in Lucius''s ears.


    Lucius took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "I have already prepared all the Malfoy family''s assets, and our rtionship with the Ministry of Magic has also been properly arranged... Even if I have to spend all my wealth, I willplete the task assigned to me by my master!"