Chapter 932 - 378: You, Go Kill Harry Potter

Chapter 932: Chapter 378: You, Go Kill Harry Potter

Mr. Mei Jie indeed deserves credit for being taught the knowledge of assassination prevention by the agents of Military Intelligence Six. His first reaction was to hurry and press the button on the desk.

Immediately, the piercing alarm sounded throughout Number 10.

However, what he didn’t expect was that the strong penetrating alarm sound was like a mud ox entering the sea, as the guards of the Prime Minister’s Residence had no reaction whatsoever.

"Don’t waste your efforts, Mr. Muggle Prime Minister."

The leader was a woman who seemed somewhat insane. What she held wasn’t a magic wand, but a shiny throwing knife.

Mr. Mei Jie instantly recognized who this woman was—after all, there was only one woman among those dozen Death Eaters’ photos, making her easy to identify.

She was the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange!

"Ah, Little Sirius, my dear cousin."

Bellatrix naturally noticed the presence of Little Sirius. She tapped the back of her head with the knife handle and said with a smile, "I’m glad to see you. I haven’t yet congratulated you on becoming the Minister of Magic."

"Co... cousin?" Mr. Mei Jie swallowed hard.

He slumped in his chair, watching the Dark Wizards in front of him with fear.

"What do you plan on doing?" Little Sirius was calm and composed, not even standing up, simply sitting in his chair and asking with a smile.

"As you can see," Bellatrix chuckled insanly twice, "Hehe... of course, it’s to use the Soul-snatching Curse to control the Muggle Prime Minister, making him serve us... but what surprised me is that you’re here too, which makes things a bit smoother..."

"You must have known I’d be here tonight, right?" Little Sirius retorted, "Otherwise, why has everyone arrived so promptly?"

"As expected of the new Minister of Magic, your mind turns quickly." Bellatrix clapped her hands to applaud Little Sirius: "We’ve long been tracking your whereabouts, cousin. I advise you to surrender willingly, lest I waste my breath... this operation is personally led by the master himself, soon, the entire United Kingdom will bow under the master’s robe—"

"Your words are full of flattery, it’s nauseating." Harry sniffed and said, "Simply unbearable."

Without saying a word, Bellatrix lifted her hand and cast a red magic spell.

As if by coincidence, Harry was just changing his sitting position, the spell brushed past his cheek without causing any harm.

"Lucky, kid." Bellatrix didn’t recognize Harry and thought he had just dodged the spell by chance.

Little Sirius helplessly glanced at Harry, then looked up at Bellatrix.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t think that way, cousin." Little Sirius sighed and said.

Having missed the spell, Bellatrix didn’t intend to cast another. She placed her foot on a stool and scanned the pale face of the Muggle Prime Minister.

"A Muggle Prime Minister and a Minister of Magic, today’s operation has really yielded a harvest." She said with pride, as if she had them completely in her grasp.

In fact, Bellatrix wasn’t being arrogant, she truly was unafraid.

Think about it, the strongest Dark Wizard in history personally leading the team, unless Dumbledore, or a wizard even more powerful than Dumbledore, was here to guard, otherwise, could the two of them escape?

"Which Voldemort brought you here?" Harry suddenly asked, "Is it the young guy Voldemort, or the noseless old man?"

"We have only one master, what are you talking about!" Bellatrix said coldly.

Oh.

Harry confirmed that they were following the noseless old man Voldemort, not the young guy.

And these Death Eaters didn’t know the inside story, so it’s understandable that they didn’t know Harry. After all, in Azkaban, it’s impossible to know the outside news, let alone that Voldemort couldn’t possibly announce to the world that he was repeatedly defeated by a child.

"Where is Voldemort?" Harry asked again, "I can’t wait to meet him."

Bellatrix examined Harry and smiled at Little Sirius: "It seems this young wizard is more perceptive than you, my dear cousin—you repeatedly rejected your destiny back then, disrespecting the master... if you had half the foresight of this young wizard, you wouldn’t have ended up in that predicament..."

She said, then looked at Harry again.

"Are you a Mudblood or what?"

"Both my parents are wizards, ma’am." Harry elegantly bowed.

No rush, let’s toy with her a bit.

"He’s someone we need." Bellatrix turned back to the other Dark Wizards and said, then asked Harry, "The master has always admired young and promising young wizards like you, would you be willing to join the Death Eaters and follow the master’s magical path?"

Little Sirius opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long while.

No, who are you inviting into the Death Eaters?

You’re inviting Harry Potter, huh?

Why don’t you just let the kind father defect to the Romanov Dynasty?

Before Harry could speak, the door was pushed open.

Mr. Mei Jie brightened up, he immediately stood up, poking his head out from behind the table, only to find that someone in a black robe walked in from outside.

His heart sank.

It’s bad.

"Looks like you’ve succeeded already." Voldemort cackled eerily.

"Yes, master." Bellatrix announced, "Additionally, there’s a young Pure-blood Wizard, he wishes to join our Death Eaters, master, would you consider bestowing the mark upon him?"