The Real Hogwarts Chapter 95 Portrait
Voldemort patted the shoulder of a wizard whose face turned red with excitement, and then his eyes fell on Dolohov who had been waiting nervously for a long time.
"And this one, Antonin Dolohov, you must remember him. He performed very well in Slytherin when he was in school. Now he works as a castle administrator in the school. This is also a busy and energy-consuming job. Those children are at an age where they are difficult to discipline."
After hearing Voldemort's words, Dolohov's body trembled slightly with excitement, and he spoke quickly.
"These are what I should do, Master."
"There is no right or wrong." Voldemort smiled and said, "Each of us is working to make the wizarding world have a better future. But you have been in this position for a long time, right?"
Dolohov's eyes lit up for a moment, but he hid them well afterwards. The ferocious face in front of the Mudblood students now revealed a sincere look like a good guard dog.
"No matter what I do under the master, it is the greatest honor of my life!"
"But talented people shouldn't just waste their talents like this. You've done an outstanding job as an administrator over the years. I'm very satisfied. Maybe next year you can get a position that's more suitable for your abilities."
Dolohov was visibly excited, and he could not conceal his excitement at all.
"Everything is up to the master's arrangement!"
"Of course I will have plans for you in the future. Of course, you also need to maintain your current achievements and do your job well."
With his promise, promotion next year is guaranteed.
Dolokhov naturally had to show himself more at this time, he said with a serious face.
"I won't let you down, sir!"
Now that things had come to this, Dolohov certainly would not continue to "waste time" at the banquet. In order to demonstrate his hardworking and diligent character, he said goodbye to Voldemort in advance before the Christmas dinner was halfway through, and left the banquet hall to return to Hogwarts Castle.
It was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the teachers and students in the castle auditorium were still enjoying their dinner. After Dolokhov came back, he stayed in the auditorium for a while.
However, he naturally had nothing to talk about with these faculty and staff who had never entered the core circle of the upper echelons of the magic world. He just mentioned a few words about another prosperous Christmas dinner with a look of arrogance, then left the table and went to the basement.
In fact, he knew very well what Voldemort really appreciated about him. Disciplining pure-blood and half-blood students was the same no matter who they were. Only in managing the Mudbloods did his performance satisfy that gentleman the most.
Dolohov happily hummed the new tune of the Weird Sisters as he came to the Mudblood's "banquet hall", opened the door and walked in.
After he entered, the basement, which had originally had a relaxed atmosphere, suddenly became quiet.
Every Mudblood student looked at him, and then lowered their heads in fear without waiting to meet his gaze. Among these people, there was a young girl whose face suddenly turned pale the moment he entered the door.
The two prefects smiled flatteringly and welcomed Dolokhov in.
He ignored the two people around him who were not even lackeys and were very sensitive to the number of Mudblood students. After glancing at all the people in the basement , he frowned the next moment.
"One person is missing?"
Pitt, the male class leader who accepted Jon's request for leave, now had an even more humble smile.
"It's Randy Smith. He came to me earlier and said he was not feeling well and went back to the dormitory to rest early."
"Are you feeling unwell?" Dolokhov asked again, raising his voice.
This time, a trembling girl's voice suddenly rang out among the students below.
"First, sir, Randy ate a cookie at noon that he had hidden away and had never been willing to eat. Then, he became ill."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Dolohov's mouth, as if mocking the mudbloods for having to live like rats.
He seemed to be in a really good mood and didn't seem particularly angry. Instead, he spoke very casually to the girl who stood up.
"Go and call him over here right now. Even if he is dying of illness, there is no reason for a mudblood to lie in bed while I stand and talk."
"Yes, yes, sir."
The girl named Hermione hurried out of the basement and trotted towards the dormitory.
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Jon continued to walk up the spiral staircase for about three or four floors, which was obviously beyond the height of Hogwarts. He could still go up because he had arrived at an independent tower.
When he reached the end of the stairs, a tightly closed wooden door appeared in front of him.
Coming here, Jon became more cautious.
Instead of reaching out to push the door, he carefully squatted at the end of the stairs and took out something like a straw from his cloth bag.
This thing was prepared for him by Aberforth. It was supposed to be used for the first time on the door from the entrance hall to the principal's office, but the basilisk had already knocked the door open by itself, so Jon had no chance to use it. However, he has not forgotten that he has such a thing.
He inserted the straw through the gap at the bottom of the wooden door, then squinted his right eye to look at one end of the straw. The other end of the straw, which had been inserted into the other side of the door, quietly turned into a periscope-like shape on the ground.
Through this small magic prop called "Telescopic Eye", Jon saw the scene inside the room at the top of the tower from outside the door.
The space inside was very small, with only a desk and a chair, and on the desk there was simply a book and a quill pen.
But in such a simple room, there are three portraits hanging on the surrounding walls!
Those three portraits are obviously magical portraits.
The old witch on the far left was dozing off with her head down, the wizard in the middle with a gloomy face was lowering his head, thinking about something, and the portrait on the right was of a young man, chattering incoherently, words that Jon could not hear!
The next moment after seeing these three portraits, Jon immediately and carefully pulled the telescopic eye out from the crack in the door!
The basilisk in the entrance hall of the principal's office was indeed just a basic guard; the real guards were actually these three paintings!
