Time passes slowly, and everything seems so long after the journey to the moon. Every day, a large number of people express their own opinions on this.
The wizarding media frantically reported all kinds of information, and various newspapers and journals were sent to all over the world by owl couriers. Everyone was excitedly paying attention to every piece of information about all this.
Moon landing, a new buzzword that is so unfamiliar to the wizarding world and yet so interesting.
In such a journey to the moon, it seems that only the United States and Magic will be harmed.
The Honorable Speaker Tom Riddle was almost furious!
Oh, but now is not a good time to be angry. He needs to pin this disaster firmly on the heads of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.
This should have been a very simple thing, but because of the topic of the moon landing, there was no way to export their painful feelings to the entire wizarding society.
In his plan, the next step should be to have various poor MAC members cry on various occasions, newspapers, radio stations, and various meetings, which should arouse the indignation and sympathy of more people.
Externally, this will provide more opportunities for the rise of the Magical Congress. Internally, this will be the best opportunity to unite people's hearts.
But everything was messed up.
Because of that inexplicable fierce fire!
What's even more disgusting is that the people from the Order of the Phoenix, who uphold what they only believe to be 'justice', actually hypocritically help them and even rescue them from the fire, causing the supposed excitement of the group to become a bit embarrassing.
The Magic Congress headquarters building has been completely burned down.
Everyone is involved in rescuing materials, hoping to find a way to find even some information in the ruins.
Information files archived over hundreds of years, various collected magic props, documents protected by magic boxes, etc...
Facts have proved that Li Huo is not the most terrifying existence in the magical world.
For example, in a mysterious hall, a powerful traceless stretching spell is cast on it, and no amount of fire can burn away the innermost protected things.
Speaker Tom Riddle stood in the office at the highest point of the building, frowning as he looked down at the entrance to the space shuttle passage in the square outside the building. More and more wizards had gathered, making the square lively with dark figures.
If there hadn't been this fierce fire...
If it were just a little ordinary flame that seemed to be burning fiercely, the Magic Congress would definitely have more energy to participate in the feast of the moon landing at their doorstep.
At least the wizards in the square should know that when they come to the territory of the Magic Congress, they should report to the headquarters building to register, instead of looking at a dark building that still has the aftertaste of fire and avoid them.
What can he do now?
Send people to drive away these wizards who want to walk on the moon? Let them know what it means to respect the Magical Congress?
Oh, stop it. Wizards are all lunatics. These people will definitely show what it means to trample on respect crazily. He knows it all too well.
When the Magical Congress is at its weakest, it should not create more enemies.
"hateful!"
He cursed somewhat bitterly.
None of the silent men behind him dared to make a sound.
In order to deliberately give the Order of the Phoenix an opportunity to sabotage, the Death Eaters and the new pure-blood family wizards who joined and became the core subordinates were previously sent to other places. Now that the headquarters was burned down, of course they all rushed over.
"Owner!"
Bella pushed open the office door furiously, and with one force, the entire door panel fell off the crisp wall along with the threshold, and hit the ground with a loud sound.
She was obviously frightened. She covered her big belly and took a step back in fear, then simply stepped over from above.
The door panel creaked and cracked under her feet, which was extremely harsh in the quiet office.
But her screams were even more harsh.
"Master, everyone feels pain because their homes were destroyed!"
Speaking of the achievement of Speaker Riddle's original goal, Bella didn't feel any excitement at all, but only felt an indescribable panic.
Lao Fu obviously felt such emotions. He pursed his lips and still stared out the window with his hands behind his back. He just asked in a faint voice, "What happened?"
"Linali Calhoun!" Bella's voice was extremely sharp, "She was the federal wand licensing officer. Her husband died in the fire and had no time to escape, so she paid the price with her appearance in front of many people.
, using an ancient and terrifying divination technique.â
"She wants to know who killed her husband and who unleashed that fierce fire!"
"Really?" Mr. Speaker Riddle slowly turned around, his eyes passed over the faces of each of his subordinates, and finally stopped on Bella, "It seems that she divined something?"
Bella swallowed, hesitated, and finally looked at Lao Fu hard, "Crabbe! Vincent Crabbe! Old Crabbe's son, it was he who unleashed this fierce fire!"
"The most important thing is, regardless of whether this news is true or not, the whole building is discussing this matter now!"
Speaker Riddle's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he turned his head coldly to look at one of his men, "Crabbe..."
"Master!" Old Crabbe was shocked when he heard the news. When he saw Lao Fu looking over, his whole body began to sway wildly.
He glanced at Lucius beside him pleadingly, hoping that he could help with a few words, but Lucius just stood aside with a serious face.
"Master!" He finally couldn't stand such a gaze, and knelt down weakly, his innocent face full of fear, "No, Vincent would not do such a thing, I promise, this must be
That slander of Linali Witch!"
Speaker Riddle raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "You promise?"
Old Crabbe opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of any words to argue in his dull mind. He just said hesitantly, "I...I..."
But Speaker Riddle's eyes were so cold that it made his whole head a mess and made him extremely frightened.
He just wailed, "For the sake of my loyalty in the past, Master, I...I..."
loyalty?
Ha~
Mr. Speaker Riddle does not believe it. He is not grateful to these past supporters of pure-blood families. These people came to him for the benefit of "pure-blood supremacy".
A reputation for compromising his own interests.
After all, he, Voldemort, and Tom Riddle are not pure blood!
This is just a compromise for the greater good, a compromise to share the benefits with these ancient pure-blood families with powerful power, resources, and strength.
But now, Tom no longer needs this kind of compromise. The new concept he proposed is that under the "Magic Emperor" is the "Golden Family". The standard of measurement is no longer noble blood, but contribution and merit.
.
Most of these pure-blood family subordinates with brain problems have begun to show their unusable side.
It's not easy to use. He should have assigned these Death Eaters positions in the Magic Congress, but these people will only mess up everything and affect the operation of the Magic Congress.
He is no longer the original Tom Riddle who had no power, and he is no longer the Voldemort with some brain problems. He, Tom Riddle, is walking on the road to the throne of the 'Magic Emperor'.
What he needs is an army, a magical army, not a few dark wizards who are good at killing and causing destruction.
"Gathering people's hearts..."
"Crabbe, you know, this is what I have to do, you let me down so much..."
"You have to give everyone an explanation, right?"
Speaker Riddle's voice was so cold.
Explain?
How to explain?
Execution?
Even a simple-minded Crabbe could imagine that terrible scene. Kneeling on the ground, he no longer had time to be afraid. He moved quickly on the ground on his knees. The brown wizard robe was stained with the debris of the charred ground, making his whole body
People look extremely pitiful.
"No, please, Master, for the sake of the past..."
He cried and grabbed the hem of Voldemort's suit jacket, crying until tears and runny nose ran down his face, "I only have one son, my son, Vincent. He will not do this, he will not betray his master!"
âUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuntuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuIn The Crabbe pure-blood family has a history of thousands of years.
It's really interesting. In times of despair, this stupid-minded subordinate actually became organized?
Voldemort looked at Crabbe with a sneer, and just said coldly, "Then you'd better pray that Vincent didn't let go of this fire, and pray that he didn't betray me. I will let the Aurors unite with the Department of Mysteries to target this
Launch the most severe review!"
"Wentson did not set off this serious fire, then the witch who talked nonsense and divined randomly would be sued for defamation, and I would give her the most terrible punishment."
"If it's really Vincent..."
Before he finished speaking, his sleeve was pulled hard, and Old Crabbe grabbed his sleeve with a sad expression, "It's me, Master. If it is found out that it is really Vincent, please believe me, he
There must be no malicious intent, please tell everyone that it was not Crabbe, Vincent, but me, Crabbe who set off the fire!"
He was so sad that he cried so much that his whole body was convulsing, "Master, for the sake of the past, let me die in my son's place!"
But...
He didn't seem to understand his master Voldemort.
No matter whether little Crabbe will be executed or old Crabbe will be executed, the other person will definitely be killed.
Because there are too many terrible magics spread among these ancient pure-blood families, and Speaker Riddle doesn't like to experience these magics all the time.
Even though Crabbe may seem a bit mentally retarded and stupid due to pure-blood incest, these people's magical talents are becoming more and more powerful, powerful enough to release the ancient and terrifying magic recorded within their families.
Mr. Speaker Riddle does not want to experience some inexplicable 'magic of love' again.
Whether it is the loss of a son or a father, it is obviously terrible.
It would be better to put them all to death.
Lao Fu just silently patted Crabbe on the head and turned to look at Bella, "Then, let's first arrange for Crabbe to be imprisoned and launch the most severe review. Bella, you should know better than them all.
What do I want!"
"I know!" Bella said seriously, "Gather people's hearts!"
"very good!"
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