In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Voldemort patted the shoulder of a wizard whose face turned red with excitement, and then focused on Dolohov, who had been waiting nervously for a long time.

"And this one, Antonin Dolohov, you must still remember him. He used to perform very well in Slytherin when he was in school, and now he serves as the castle administrator in the school. This is also busy and energy-consuming work, and those children are at an age where it is difficult to discipline them.”

After hearing Voldemort's words, Dolokhov's body trembled slightly with excitement, and he said quickly.

"These are what I should do, Master."

"There is nothing that should or should not be done." Voldemort said with a smile, "Each of us is working to give the wizarding world a better future. But you have been in this position for a long time, right?"

Dolokhov's eyes lit up for a moment, but then he hid it very well. The ferocious face in front of the mudblood students now revealed a look like a good dog guarding the home. sincere.

"No matter what I do under my master, it is the greatest honor of my life!"

"But talented people can't just waste their talents like this. Your performance as an administrator over the years has been outstanding. I'm very satisfied. Maybe next year you can get a position that is more suitable for your abilities."

Dolokhov was visibly excited, an excitement he couldn't hide at all.

"Everything depends on the master's arrangement!"

"Of course I will have arrangements for the future. Of course, you must maintain your current achievements and do your job well."

With his commitment like this, it means that his promotion next year is guaranteed.

Dolokhov naturally had to express himself even more at this time, he said with a serious face.

"I will not live up to your expectations, sir!"

Now that everything has been said, Dolokhov certainly will not continue to "waste time" at the banquet. In order to show his hardworking and busy advantages, the Christmas dinner was just over halfway, and he said goodbye to Voldemort in advance. , left the banquet hall and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

At this time, the time had just reached eight o'clock in the evening, and the teachers and students in the castle auditorium were still enjoying the feast. After Dolohov came back, he first went to the auditorium to stay for a while.

However, he naturally had nothing to talk about with these faculty and staff who had never entered the upper-level inner circle of the magic world. He just casually mentioned a few words about the bustling of another Christmas dinner with an arrogant look on his face, and then left the meeting and headed to the basement. .

He actually knew very well what Voldemort really admired him for. Disciplining those pure-blood and mixed-blood students was the same no matter who he came from. Only when it came to managing mudbloods, what he did satisfied that gentleman the most. .

Dolohov happily hummed a new tune from the Weird Sisters, arrived at the Mudblood's "banquet hall", opened the door and walked in.

After he entered the basement, the atmosphere in the basement, which could barely be called a relaxed atmosphere, instantly became quiet.

Every mudblood student looked at him, and then lowered his head in fear before meeting his eyes. Among these people, there was a young girl whose face changed as he entered. The moment he suddenly turned pale.

The two prefects welcomed Dolohov in with flattering smiles on their faces.

Ignoring the two intruders beside him who were not even a bitch, he was very sensitive to the number of Mudblood students. After scanning everyone in the basement, he frowned the next moment.

"Is there someone missing?"

The boy's prefect Bit, who accepted Jon's request for leave, smiled even more humbly at this time.

"It's Randy Smith. He came to me before and said that he was not feeling well and went back to the dormitory to rest early."

"Not feeling well?" Dolokhov asked again, raising his voice.

But this time, a trembling girl's voice suddenly sounded among the students below.

"First of all, sir, Randy ate a biscuit for lunch that he had hidden before and was not willing to eat. Then, he was ruined by it."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Dolohov's mouth, as if he was mocking the Mudblood for having to live like a mouse.

He seemed to be in a really good mood. He didn't look very angry, but said to the girl who stood up very casually.

"Go and call him over now. Even if he is about to die of illness, there is no reason why a mudblood can still lie in bed while I stand talking."

"Okay, okay, sir."

The girl named Hermione hurried out of the basement and ran towards the bedroom.

Jon continued to go up about three or four floors along the spiral staircase. This was obviously beyond the height of Hogwarts. He could still go up just because he had reached an independent tower at this time. among.

When he reached the end of the stairs, a closed wooden door appeared in front of him.

Coming here, Jon became more cautious.

He did not directly reach out to push the door, but carefully squatted down at the end of the steps, and then took out a straw-like thing from the bag.

This thing was prepared for him by Aberforth. It should have been used for the first time on the door from the hall to the principal's office, but the basilisk had already knocked the door open by himself, and Jon had no chance to use it. , but he has not forgotten that he has such a thing.

He stretched the straw through the crack at the bottom of the wooden door, then squinted his right eye to look at one end of the straw, and the other end of the straw that had been stretched into the other side of the door quietly turned into a A periscope-like shape.

Through this small magic prop called the "Telescopic Eye", Jon saw the scene in this room at the top of the tower outside the door.

The space inside is very small, with only a desk and a chair, and a book and a quill simply placed on the table.

But it was such a simple room, but there were three portraits hanging on the surrounding walls!

Those three portraits are obviously magical portraits.

The old witch on the far left is dozing with her head down. The gloomy wizard in the middle has his head down and is not sure what he is thinking about. The portrait on the right shows a young man, chattering incessantly to Jon. No words!

The next moment he saw these three portraits, Jon quickly and carefully pulled out the telescopic eye from the crack in the door!

The basilisk in the entrance hall of the principal's office is indeed just a basic guard. The real guards are actually these three paintings!

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