Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 810: All for Defeating the Dark Lord! - Novel Cool

Chapter 810: All for Defeating the Dark Lord!

Chapter 810: All for Defeating the Dark Lord!

"Is there a way to make those Goblins behave, Pierce?" Ivan mused.

If he remembered correctly, Voldemort's other Horcrux, Hufflepuff's Cup, was currently stored in Bella's Vault. For safety, it would be best to retrieve and destroy it as soon as possible.

"Lord Hals, Goblins are different from other magical creatures. They are unusually united and difficult to deal with. They also run multiple banks, nearly controlling the financial system across all of Europe. However... I will do my best to pressure them... It might take some time", Pierce said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression awkward.

Ivan shook his head helplessly. "Think harder, Pierce. Look at it from a different angle; this problem is actually quite simple to solve."

"Don't forget, these are extraordinary times. A place as important as Gringotts will surely need the protection of the Ministry of Magic!" Ivan reminded him.

But these greedy Goblins would never allow the Ministry of Magic to interfere with Gringotts unless they were facing a life-or-death crisis...

Pierce furrowed his brow, about to argue, but upon deeper consideration, he quickly broke free from the usual trap of using his authority to pressure others.

The lack of a life-or-death crisis wasn't a problem; they could create one. For example, they could send a group of ruthless Death Eaters to cause trouble, to make the greedy Goblins realize their vulnerability.

Only when they recognize their weakness will they need the Ministry of Magic's assistance...

"I understand what to do, Lord Hals", Pierce said, his excitement evident. As the soon-to-be Minister of Magic, he was eager to reclaim financial control from the Goblins.

Trusting Pierce's capabilities, Ivan didn't press for the details of the plan. If Pierce couldn't handle such a minor issue and needed to ask for help, he wouldn't be fit for the role of Minister of Magic.

"Work hard, Pierce... Oh, I mean, Minister of Magic! All for defeating the Dark Lord!" Ivan stood up, patted Pierce on the shoulder, and walked to the fireplace in the Minister of Magic's office. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and tossed it into the flames.

A deep blue fire rose, and Ivan's figure soon disappeared in the flames.

Pierce let out a slow breath as Ivan left, his body slumping into the chair.

All for defeating the Dark Lord?

What a joke.

Using the Dark Lord to bolster their own power was more like it...

The Dark Lord was already in a sorry state...

Pierce couldn't help but roll his eyes, picking up the communicator on his desk and instructing, "Send for the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet!"

...

The next morning, at the Daily Prophet headquarters, thousands of owls carrying envelopes spread the news of the Dark Lord's attack on the Ministry of Magic throughout the entire Wizarding World!

All Wizards who received the newspapers were stunned by the shocking news, almost mistaking it for a cruel Halloween prank.

After all, for the past six months, the Daily Prophet had been assuring them that the Wizarding World was peaceful, that the Dark Lord didn't exist, and that everything was just a misunderstanding caused by Dumbledore, who had mistaken Harry Potter's dreams for reality.

After months of brainwashing, this belief had become deeply ingrained. But today, the Daily Prophet made a complete 180-degree turn, suddenly declaring that everything Dumbledore had said was true, and that the Dark Lord really did exist!

Not only did the cunning Dark Lord launch a massive raid on the Ministry of Magic with a large group of Death Eaters, causing hundreds of casualties, but he even killed the Minister of Magic in public?

When most people saw this news, their first reaction was disbelief. However, the Daily Prophet published several pages of photos as evidence.

The shattered statue of the Wizard brothers, the dilapidated Meeting Hall, the Courtyard strewn with debris and bodies—these stark, undeniable images conveyed a sense of despair to every Wizard who read the newspapers, stirring deep-seated fears within their hearts.

Fifteen years ago, the Dark Lord who had once made the entire Wizarding World tremble in fear and dare not speak his name, had truly returned!

...

Meanwhile, inside the Riddle House, Voldemort glared at the twenty Death Eaters standing before him, his anger boiling over.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell happened?!"

The Death Eaters trembled, none daring to speak, their eyes occasionally flicking to the Daily Prophet on the wooden desk.

Snape was drenched in cold sweat. For such an important plan, Voldemort had not informed him in advance, a dangerous sign... Could his identity as an undercover agent have been discovered?

"Master, a temporary setback means nothing. In fact, the plan you devised was perfect. If not for a traitor, the Ministry of Magic would already be yours!" Fenrir Greyback carefully replied.

The other Death Eaters quickly chimed in with praise, along with scathing criticism of traitors like Lucius Malfoy.

However, they didn't realize that under the barrage of flattery, Voldemort's expression grew increasingly grim. He soon reached his limit and roared.

"Enough! All of you, shut your mouths!"

The noisy hall fell silent, the Dark Mark on their arms burning as if branded with a hot iron, the pain adding to their growing resentment.

What was this? Not only had the Dark Lord suffered a defeat, but he was also taking out his anger on them.

Through Legilimency, Voldemort could sense their thoughts, and his anger only intensified. He turned to Peter and demanded, "Wormtail, tell them what task I assigned you yesterday?"

"Master, you... you told me to take advantage of the Azkaban guard shift change to sneak into the prison and rescue Bellatrix and the others..." Peter stammered, his small eyes filled with terror.

"And then? Did you rescue them?" Voldemort's tone grew increasingly harsh.

"I reported back, Master. When I got there, Bella was gone. I thought... I thought the Dementors had left their posts, giving them a chance to escape... Antonin is always so clever..." Peter trembled, kneeling and crawling to Voldemort, pleading. "Master, I don't know, Master..."

"So not only did you fail to complete the task, but you also brought back false information, is that right?" Voldemort's face contorted in fury, his cold eyes fixed on Peter as he raised his wand without hesitation.

"Crucio~ (Crucio)"

"Ah!!" Peter curled up in pain, rolling on the ground and screaming. "Master, I don't know anything, it was Malfoy! It must have been him who revealed our plans... Master!"

(End of Chapter)

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