12dz Chapter 178 Mr. Russell's Death
Chapter 178 Mr. Russell's Death
Hearing Voldemort's words, everyone present all turned their gazes to Mr. Scrimgeour, who was looking extremely embarrassed under the rostrum.
But at this moment, Voldemort seemed a little unsatisfied. He stretched out his hand and invited Mr. Scrimgeour to come to his side.
"Come up my loyal servant, don't be shy, loyal people should be rewarded, come and accept the reward from the Dark Lord."
Hearing what the other party had said, Mr. Scrimgeour knew that he had no way to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and walk towards the rostrum.
Along the way, he felt all kinds of eyes, including doubts, disgust, and the envious eyes of Karkaroff whose palm had been cut off.
But what made him feel most uncomfortable was Mr. Russell's gaze, which revealed confusion and unbelievability.
Mr. Scrimgeour could only bite the bullet, not looking at Mr. Russell's bewildered eyes, walked quickly to Voldemort, and then followed other Death Eaters, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head and said slowly.
"My great master, I offer you my personal and eternal allegiance."
Looking at the young man kneeling on one knee in front of him, Voldemort felt very satisfied, and said slowly.
"Extend your right hand to accept the praise and reward from the Dark Lord, this is the honor you deserve."
Hearing the other party's words, Mr. Scrimgeour could probably guess what reward the other party wanted to give him, so he could only curse inwardly, "It's really picky".
Reluctantly stretched out his right hand, as expected, looking at the other's smooth arm, Voldemort took the wand from Bella's hand, and tapped Mr. Scrimgeour's wrist lightly.
Accompanied by Voldemort's action, Mr. Scrimgeour felt pain in his wrist, as if being scorched by a soldering iron.
After the pain disappeared, Mr. Scrimgeour withdrew his right hand, and sure enough, a Dark Mark appeared on his wrist.
Looking at the poisonous snake spit out from the skull, Scrimgeour really wanted to cry, but could only curse in his heart, "You have no taste at all, no wonder no one joins your crap organization."
But at the same time, he lowered his head and said in an extremely humble tone.
"Thank you for your gift, master, I will go through fire and water for you, until I give my own life."
After hearing Mr. Scrimgeour's words of loyalty again, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and then put the wand back into the palms of both hands that Bella hadn't withdrawn.
"Now is not the time to use this. For such an insidious traitor, we must use the other party's betrayal to punish the other party."
As he said that, Voldemort picked up the crutch sword that he had just put down again, and then waved his hand, signaling Barty Crouch Jr. to let go of Mr. Russell who was controlled by them.
Mr. Russell, who broke free from the shackles, immediately stood up, then looked into Voldemort's eyes with his own eyes, and finally said something slowly from his throat.
"It seems that you are still attractive. At least you can attract despicable people like Scrimgeour, shameless people who have no lower limit to join you."
"I would like to express my apologies to you for this, but all the comments I have made about you and your organization just now cannot be taken back, because that is an unchangeable fact."
Faced with this face-to-face taunt, Voldemort was rarely angry. He continued to caress the gorgeous blade of the sword, looking at the other side's unconvinced eyes and said slowly.
"I don't hate what you just said about me. Cruelty and cruelty are never derogatory terms in any sense in my world."
"You deny my method, but you don't deny my ideal, which means that deep in your mind, you agree with wizard supremacy."
"A cold-blooded and profit-oriented person like you should have become my most capable assistant and partner. I just didn't expect that the legendary assassin would be you, Mr. Russell Rozier."
After hearing what Voldemort said, Mr. Russell fell silent. He didn't know whether he was persuaded by the other party, or he didn't want to say anything to the other party.
Compared to Mr. Russell's silence, Voldemort seemed to have a lot to say. He turned and looked at the people present, and said loudly.
"The fundamental rules of the world's operation are the rules and regulations established by violence. Without absolute huge profits, there is no capital for negotiation."
"Magic is power. Magic only shines on a few people. We have natural domination over Muggles."
"Those are stupid animals who dare to call themselves our own kind. They have polluted this world and our pure and noble blood."
"We can only expel them from this world painlessly with the utmost intolerance and kindness, together with those wizards who are unwilling to cooperate with us."
"Only after the darkest killing can the brightest future be greeted."
"I will lead you to that future, a pure world without any pollution."
Speaking of rising, Voldemort also went into a frenzy and raised his hands, as if the beautiful future she dreamed of was on the ceiling of this hall, and he could have it at his fingertips as long as he stretched out his hands.
"That's not the case, then it's simply impossible to welcome the future."
Just when Voldemort was intoxicated with himself, Mr. Russell, who had been silent just now, roared loudly again.
He originally wanted to turn around and face everyone, but was controlled by the two behind him, Barty Crouch Jr., and he was firmly pressed in place, unable to twist his body.
But even so, Mr. Russell still turned his head with the greatest strength, looked at everyone present and shouted loudly.
"That's impossible to usher in any future. We've made a redemptive mistake. We used to think that Muggles are just a bunch of idiots."
"A simple Dementia Curse can disrupt their society, but the situation is different now. They have various psychological testing methods, and even many question-and-answer methods that we can't even imagine."
"With their huge numbers and amazing intelligence, soon after the war begins, there will be a complete set of theories to distinguish wizards and Muggles."
"And their technology. You have witnessed the power of their weapons. That is Mr. Bork in your seat. Didn't you see his blood and the big hole in his body?"
"August Dumbledore, the future he envisioned can only be realized. We must unite and unite as a whole to fight and negotiate with Muggles."
"But no matter what, the object of our solidarity is definitely not this guy, a madman with an abnormal mind who only knows how to kill."
"us......."
This excited speech did not have time to end, Voldemort had already turned around, and inserted the crutch sword in his hand directly into Mr. Russell's body.
The place where the sword was inserted was very precise, and the sword directly pierced Mr. Russell's heart, causing great pain, plus the blood rushing from the lungs to the throat.
Mr. Russell couldn't speak at all for a while, but today, he still has a lot to say to everyone, so under this situation, he still wants to turn his head and give a speech to everyone.
But Voldemort didn't give him any chance to speak. He gently turned the handle of his cane and sword, and with the other hand, he grabbed Mr. Russell's hair and raised his head.
I stared at the other party with those terrifying eyes, and whispered in his ear.
"I wish you a good night's sleep, Mr. Rozier, the speech was very inspiring, but it's better not to continue."
After finishing speaking, Voldemort violently turned the handle of the cane sword half a circle, and then suddenly pulled the blade out of the opponent's body. This violent movement caused the opponent's heart to be completely smashed, and the air entered, and then A strong cavity effect is formed.
Under the action of the chest muscles, the blood from the arteries spewed out from the wound like a fountain. The huge amount of blood loss caused Mr. Russell to fall to the ground. His vision became more and more blurred, and his body felt more and more cold.