Voldemort, Master of Micromanagement!

Scotland,

Oxfordshire,

City of Oxford.

It is located at the confluence of the River Thames and River Cherwell.

What is Oxford?

To paraphrase Zhou Xun, the Potions Master of the Far East:

There was no town in the world originally; it was formed by the passage of many oxen.

This statement is perfectly suited to describe Oxford.

"Jin" originally means ferry. This place is the crossing where two rivers meet, and because the ox-drawn cart can wade across the river, it was named "Oxford".

Place names were chosen arbitrarily, and cities were built arbitrarily as well.

Universities came before cities, Oxford even preceded Cambridge.

Putting aside the close relationship between Oxford and Cambridge, the Oxford region was a place where the university came first, and then the city.

The City of Oxford is University of Oxford, and University of Oxford is the city; the two can be considered as one entity.

Therefore, the most famous place here is the prestigious university with an 800-year history.

With a school's growing reputation comes more trouble.

For example, we should worry about losing the kayaking race to neighboring Cambridge; we should vehemently criticize the New York Times for ranking University of Oxford below Cambridge as a low-quality newspaper.

For example... that self-proclaimed scientific genius who was constantly harassed.

That's right, a weirdo Charity Kereddy Burbage has always lived at the school.

During holidays or weekends, she would seek out professors to discuss academic matters and promote her theories and inventions.

The so-called "Grand Unification Theory" and "Type 6.9 Perpetual Motion Machine" are all child's play. The most recent research is called the Butter-Cat Perpetual Motion Machine Theory.

No matter how a cat lands, it will always land on all four paws; and if you spread butter on toast, according to Murphy's Law, the butter side will always land on the ground.

Tie a piece of buttered bread to the cat's back, according to the theory of perpetual motion:

If a cat were to fall freely, it would eventually hover at a certain height above the ground and rotate at an extremely high speed until it reaches a stable state.

Unfortunately, the Oxford professor didn't recognize its value.

They would rather admit that University of Cambridge is better than accept Professor Burbage Charity Boubagi's theory.

He even encouraged her to go and have some fun next door.

Tonight, several uninvited guests broke into the professor's home.

It wasn't University of Oxford preparing to violently expel her, but rather a group of... Death Eaters attacking.

They cautiously entered the room. Captain Wiggins looked at the messy room with a puzzled expression and frowned, saying:

"Casio, are you sure that professor who teaches Muggle Studies lives here?"

This place is more like a super weirdo's room than a wizard's house:

A U-shaped tube spraying liquid; a crystal skull with its mouth opening and closing;

On the table was a row of orange cat cookies, each with a piece of toast strapped to its back, floating and spinning in mid-air under magical control, splattering butter everywhere.

"Boss, according to intelligence, Burbage chats with his Muggle teacher every day and returns here at 6:50," Casio whispered.

"It's already seven o'clock. Find her quickly, the master is waiting," Wiggins commanded.

Casio nodded, then asked curiously:

Why did the master arrest a professor from Hogwarts?

He has also clashed with members of the Order of the Phoenix since the outbreak of the war.

Several of them were wizards, professors at Hogwarts. They were all very powerful.

For example, McGonagall...

Needless to say, the Stark, even without the Dark Lord's orders, had an unspoken rule within the Death Eaters:

When you encounter the Stark, you can abandon any mission immediately... your life is the priority.

With these advanced experiences and lessons learned, Casio is ready:

He would run away as soon as the professor showed any ability.

"Burbage published incorrect statements in the newspaper," Silim snorted and spat.

"She also taught her students all sorts of Muggle knowledge, saying they weren't much different from us... This angered the Dark Lord!"

The owner wanted to "exchange" some knowledge about Mudblood with her.

A dark wizard from Ireland, speaking in his native dialect, muttered under his breath:

"The Dark Lord doesn't dare to cause trouble for Dumbledore and Stark, but he's quite easy to bully these minor characters."

"Exactly, that's such a narrow-minded approach. Let's just run away." His companion chimed in.

"I think the Dark Lord is like a grasshopper in autumn, a rabbit's tail, a mudfish in a latrine... he won't last long."

The two men started laughing like they were performing a comedy routine. Wiggins, who couldn't understand the dialect, turned his head and said coldly, "What are you two talking about?"

"We say..." they all said in unison, smiles plastered on their faces, in their London accents:

"The Dark Lord is truly insightful!"

Before Wiggins could say anything more, several spells suddenly shot out from the corner.

The two Death Eaters had spoken ill of Voldemort were sent flying backwards on the spot.

"There's an ambush... take cover!" Wiggins yelled, already dodging behind a cabinet.

He raised his wand and shot out a beam of green light, but it missed anyone; instead, the glassware on the table shattered.

When an encounter occurs, the Death Eaters quickly organize a counterattack.

Wiggins waved his wand repeatedly, and a semi-circular beam of light, as if cutting through tofu, shot straight towards the second floor.

The most ferocious and cunning attack just now came from this direction.

A young witch stood on the second floor. She gently raised her wand, and the light of the spell in her hand swept diagonally toward Wiggins.

After seeing the witch's face clearly, Wiggins shouted a warning:

"It's Hermione Granger! Be careful, Stark might be here too..."

Upon hearing this, Casio gasped in shock. Forgetting all about the mission, he immediately Apparition and fled for his life.

Hermione clearly wasn't in the mood to waste any more time, otherwise the Death Eaters would have already fled.

She cast a "Slowing Charm" on herself, then flipped over the railing with one hand and nimbly leaped down from the second floor.

A beam of green light shot towards her, Hermione twisted her body to avoid it. Then, in mid-air, she grasped her wand with one hand, the tip of the wand crackling with electricity.

The lightning bolt suddenly surged and grew several meters long, as thick as a bowl, like the tail of a comet, with an imposing aura.

Wiggins was shocked. The lightning was so powerful that his magic was already reduced to dust before it even got close.

After Hermione landed, she walked straight ahead, and as she waved her wand, a series of loud bangs and explosions came from in front of her.

Wherever they went, the rooms were left in ruins.

A Death Eaters crawled out of the rubble and aimed at Hermione.

"Avada--"

"Deprimo!"

?

A hole exploded in the ceiling, and a large amount of rubble and broken furniture fell down, hitting the Death Eaters.

"Thanks, Cho!" Hermione called out as she continued walking.

Cho, Cedric, and the twins also appeared and joined the battle, working with Hermione to defeat the Death Eaters.

The room was completely destroyed; furniture was smashed to Diffindo, and glass was scattered everywhere.

The battle ended ten minutes later.

Hermione directed several people to tie up the captured Death Eaters before walking over to a wizard in the corner and asking:

"Professor Burbage, are you alright?"

"It's nothing..." Burbage hid behind the sofa, wiping the sweat from her forehead with lingering fear.

She had just returned when Hermione informed her that the Death Eaters were about to attack.

Fortunately, these students were there; otherwise, if they had been captured by the Dark Lord, their fate would have been unimaginable.

"Let's go, William and the others are in a meeting, they sent us to pick you up." Hermione tossed her hair and said quickly:

"Mission accomplished, team retreat!!"

The Entrance Hall was large, dimly lit, and luxuriously furnished, with a magnificent carpet covering almost the entire stone floor.

The living room was filled with silent people, all sitting around a long table.

Everyone lowered their heads, waiting for the Dark Lord to start the meeting.

He didn't speak, as if waiting for something.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door was opened.

Rookwood entered, glancing fearfully at the man at the head of the table, and said humbly:

"Master, the Death Eaters were on a mission have returned..."

He wanted to say something more, but the Dark Lord had already waved his hand and revealed a satisfied smile.

"Bring Wiggins in quickly, he's brought everyone a fun gift!"

Rookwood hesitated for a moment. He wanted to remind the Dark Lord, but there were too many people around, and he didn't want to directly slap him in the face.

In the end, he wisely left.

After all, if you don't speak up, it's none of your business; but if you do, you'll definitely be caught in the crossfire of their anger.

After Rookwood left, all the Death Eaters exchanged glances, pondering what gift to give.

"You might be wondering what I'm waiting for," Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"I'm waiting for a wizard, a professor from Hogwarts..."

Many people thought they had captured Stark.

But the Dark Lord spoke up:

"Some of you may not know her, but let me tell you, the person who's visiting us tonight is Charity Burbage."

She had previously taught this subject to Muggle Studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Many people were confused, not recognizing the professor.

However, seeing the Dark Lord's excitement, they still cooperated, making soft, enlightened sounds.

It's as if Charity Burbage is a very important character; capturing her means seizing the initiative in this war.

"Quiet." Voldemort flicked his wand slightly. "You might wonder, why did I capture her?"

Because this Professor Burbage was no longer content with using Muggle knowledge to corrupt and poison the minds of wizarding children.

She also wrote an article in the Daily Prophet, passionately defending magic for the Mudblood.

Professor Burbage said that the decrease in the number of purebred wizards is a very welcome phenomenon.

She wants us all to marry Muggle... without a doubt, and Werewolf...

Many Pure-blood wizard showed angry expressions, seemingly indignant at such "politically incorrect" remarks.

Voldemort stood up and sneered:

"Professor Burbage clearly dared to speak like that only at Dumbledore's behest."

She believed that with the protection of the Order of the Phoenix, I couldn't catch her.

But even if I have to hide under that Mudblood- loving idiot's hooked nose, I will still punish her.

This is her punishment for saying the wrong thing! No one can escape the Dark Lord's punishment!

Many Death Eaters trembled; this was more like making an example of someone... and they were the monkeys.

At that moment, the door opened, but Rookwood didn't come in; instead, he let Casio go in by himself.

Everyone looked up, but they didn't see the Muggle Studies Professor; they only saw a disheveled Casio.

The Dark Lord's arrogant declaration was still ringing in our ears... This slap in the face came far too quickly.

Voldemort's face stiffened. He stared at Casio and asked, "Where's Wiggins?!"

"Master, we've been ambushed by Stark and his Order of the Order of the Phoenix!" Casio cried out in anguish.

"Wiggins is dead. I fought to the death and killed two members of the Order of the Phoenix."

But ultimately, they were outnumbered.

I intended to die there, but Captain Wiggins sent me back to tell you about it.

The intelligence had already been leaked; there must be a mole inside!

Kasim pretended to be fighting desperately, even claiming that the injuries he sustained were from the way back.

Voldemort, his face grim, stared at him and said:

"You saw Stark with your own eyes?"

"Yes... Master."

Voldemort, his Winky red eyes fixed on Casio's, twitched his long, thin nostrils and said in a hoarse voice:

"I smell a lie... Don't lie, don't lie to the Dark Lord, he knows everything."

"I... I didn't see clearly whether he was there or not."

"But I saw Granger, leading a group of Order of the Phoenix wizards to ambush us," Casio said fearfully.

"Hmph, why would Stark participate in such a mission?" Voldemort said coldly.

"His entire focus now is on coordinating with that Europe Allied Forces; Dumbledore even proposed that he serve as the Wizengamot..."

The youngest Wizengamot... Ha~

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the furious Voldemort.

"Since the mission failed, you shouldn't have come back," the Dark Lord said calmly.

Kasim froze, stammering, "But... Master... I..."

Avada Kedavra.

A green light illuminated every corner of the room.

With a loud thud, Casio collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open but lifeless.

The Death Eaters shrank back into their chairs in fright, and Draco, who had just returned from summer vacation, slid off his seat and onto the floor in terror.

"Let's eat," Voldemort said softly, Runespoor swayed off his shoulder and slowly crawled toward the smooth wooden tabletop.

"Severus, I entrust this matter to you." Voldemort looked at the wizard on his right.

"Investigate how the Order of the Order of the Phoenix learned of the mission."

Snape nodded expressionlessly and said, "I will, Master!"

"And these Order of the Phoenix members have been interfering with us lately, especially that Mudblood named Granger."

After Voldemort sat down again, he searched through the Death Eaters, seemingly looking for a suitable candidate.

Unfortunately, not a single servant volunteered.

"Auckland, I'm leaving this to you. Organize the Death Eaters and hunt down these young Order of the Phoenix members."

"Yes, Master!"

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, while Auckland was so "moved" that he almost cried.

"You need to do it well. I only care about the results," Voldemort said coldly.

"Because I have a lot to do in the coming period, I need to focus all my energy on military matters!"

The younger Death Eaters didn't feel much, but the more experienced Death Eaters suddenly felt lost and uneasy.

For example, Rookwood at the door remembered that the Dark Lord had said the same thing thirty years ago.

That time, he decided to focus all his energy on military command and then have everyone attack the Ministry of Magic.

At a critical moment, he again ordered a single unit to leave the battlefield and enter the Ministry of Magic through another exit a kilometer away.

Then...

That was the end of it; they were ambushed and their entire army was wiped out.

Is the legendary micro-management technique about to begin again?

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