Is Voldemort a qualified leader?

He is undoubtedly not.

A qualified boss has a thick face and a dark heart. On the surface, he exudes a strong personality charm.

You have to know how to draw cakes so that people below can see:

Although I am the boss and you are a working person, we all have a bright future.

Only in this way can we fool everyone and work hard, so that the boss can really have a "bright future".

It is definitely not possible to be sarcastic. With his terrifying wrists, he can even penetrate the center of the earth.

Voldemort is such an unqualified boss.

Of course, when he was young, he was a pretty perfect leader.

But as I get older, I start to feel moody and like to be mentally ill of my subordinates.

He has operated a brand that started from scratch for more than half a century, and can really be described in one sentence:

People's hearts are dispersed and the team is difficult to lead.

Is there any rescue?

The seventy-year-old Voldemort must be helpless. It’s not his fault. This is the sequelae of soul division. Most of the IQs remain in the cool summer of sixteen.

So, back to this meeting, after a sarcastic wave, Voldemort's abuse addiction was re-dealed.

As usual, he began to "cut the bones" to vent his dissatisfaction with the servants.

While torture, he also thought:

"It's all a bunch of iron waste. If there were helpers like Stark, would I still be so passive now?"

Voldemort, who became more and more angry when he took a step back, suddenly turned his head and stared at the woman at the corner of the table.

"Narcisa."

Narcisa raised her head, and under the reflection of the fire, her face looked sallow and yellow, her eyes were sunk deep, her expression was melancholy, and her voice was hoarse.

"Owner?"

"Your son, Draco, will you come back this Christmas?"

"He..." Nassisa said with a trembling voice: "Draco is back from writing a letter, and will not come back this time."

"Don't you want to see me? What about the task I gave him?"

"His master is trying to complete it, so he won't come back." Narcisa explained:

“Maybe you have heard rumors that there have been a lot of things in Hogwarts recently and some students almost died.

And the last time, Slughorn’s party…”

"Yes, I heard." Voldemort's red eyes and glanced at Snape in his eyes, "The Weasley's youngest son was almost poisoned to death.

But it's far from my goal!"

Narcissa bit her lips tightly, and blood was leaking without knowing it.

"Master, I will urge him... I will definitely get news that will satisfy you soon..."

Everyone listened to the two of them playing hoarse and saying some old riddles.

But they didn't dare to be curious, at least there was no expression on their faces.

After asking about Malfoy's mission, Voldemort raised his eyes again, looked at the slowly rotating human body, and continued:

"Dolphin, have you found the old Bok?"

"Master, he ran away immediately, and there was no one in the store." Dolphin Roll said hurriedly.

“I will continue to send people…”

The Dark King waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I know Old Bock, he is a philosopher, a cunning wizard, but he is very cautious.

If he had to be so easy to catch, he wouldn't have been working in the alley for seventy years.

You can't catch him, but he won't talk anything to that woman Rita Skit!

So, have you found that woman?"

In Rita's current biography, many things are touched by, but more of them are nonsense.

For example, Voldemort's origin and his parents' origins are basically true.

For example, it was indeed him who killed Hepzba Smith.

However, the purpose is to take away Hufflepuff's Golden Cup and Slytherin's pendant.

Instead of the wealthy woman.

Moreover, Voldemort blamed Hepzba Smith's house elf, and the Ministry of Magic has also closed the case.

How did Rita know that he killed?

Did you really investigate something, or did you deliberately conspiracy theory?

Voldemort was very concerned about these things.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Dark King cannot be humiliated!

He will punish Rita, the woman!

Dolphin Roll panicked:

"Not yet, Master. There is news that she is hiding in France now."

Seeing that the Dark King was about to raise his wand, he hurriedly said:

"Master, I have good news in other aspects. I overcome many difficulties and after all my efforts, I finally found which publishing house is willing to publish that biography for Rita."

"This is surprising," Voldemort put down his wand and said in interest:

"I don't even dare to publish the "Prophet Daily". I'm very curious who is so bold."

"Shenofilius Lovegood!"

Many people muttered to each other when this name came out, as if they had heard of him.

Voldemort held his chin and was thinking about who this person was.

Oh, he remembered it!

It is the one who has been spared no effort to promote his undead people over the years.

He also said in "Singing the Contradictory" that the mysterious man hid in the Antarctic continent and established a base.

Good guy, is this person really capable or is he talking nonsense?

"Master, we can attack his house," said Dolphin Roll, who seemed to have made up his mind to get some compliments.

“We have been staring at his house for a long time, and he lives in the village of Ottery-San Cachipol!

This Christmas, he will come back. Because his daughter, the one named Luna, will come back from school.”

"Very good." Voldemort nodded and said, "I'm going to see that man this Christmas."

As soon as he finished speaking, a painful wail suddenly came, dragging it long and extremely miserable.

Many people at the table raised their heads and looked at the man floating in the air.

"Do you recognize our guests?" Voldemort asked softly.

All the Death Eaters looked up at the captured man, as if they had been approved to show their curiosity.

"This is Betty Brathwaite, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, who recently conducted an online interview with Rita."

Voldemort looked at the nervous faces of his followers and continued:

"I said... The Dark King cannot be humiliated, and those who dare to disrespect must pay the price!"

Voldemort suddenly hissed, and the sound became louder and louder.

One or two wizards couldn't help but shudder, and only heard a heavy thing crawling on the floor under the table.

Runi snake leaned out and slowly climbed up to Voldemort's chair. It climbed higher and higher, as if it was never ending, and then put its body on Voldemort's shoulder.

"Avadassauer!"

A green light illuminated every corner of the room.

With a rumbling sound, the man landed on the table without any struggle, shaking the table so hard that it made the table tremble and creaked.

Several Death Eaters were so scared that they retracted into their chairs.

"Dinner," Voldemort said softly, and the giant snake swayed away from his shoulders and slowly crawled towards the smooth wooden tabletop.

He stood up, looked at the servants and said coldly:

“I remember Stark’s cottage, also in the village of Ottery-San Cachipol.

Grab Lovegood, as for his daughter Luna, cut off her head and throw it at the door of his cottage!

I hope that this Christmas, his classmate's death will surprise him.
Chapter completed!