concentrate. "
Vlad thought about it for a moment. "Green light?" he then asked. His superior nodded slowly. "Yes, I know that it was a mistake ... that's why I'm not thinking about renaming Avada Kedavra ..."
The dark lord paused briefly, then a triumphant smile crossed his face."But soon I'll have defeated Potter! Now that Dumblemumble ... sorry ... Dumbledore is gone, it's only a matter of time. But now bring Wormtail, Severus and Lucius to me, Vlad!"
“Yes boss!” With that, the vampire lord turned around and stepped out of the room. Voldemort briefly stroked his bald head again, as if he had to check the fit of his bald head, and then nodded.
In the next moment, three black-robed wizards entered the Death Eater headquarters.
“Master?” Lucius Malfoy bowed deeply to his master, as did Severus.
Wormtail, on the other hand, looked at the pale wizard, trembling.
He unconsciously stroked his shiny silver hand. "Mei ... master?" he stammered. Drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Satisfied, Voldemort looked at his three servants. His snake eyes shone a dangerous red.
"Well, my loyal servants, I have called you here because I have tasks for you to do. Wormtail first.You have surely noticed what is going on in the Dementor Village. "
The little Death Eater nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, Master. The Dementors. They ... they are on strike," he squeaked.
"Right, Wormtail. You will go there and say I am not going to negotiate. And if they refuse to go back to work, Slytherin!" The Dark Lord's last words sounded like a hiss.
Peter Pettigrew stared at the tall magician for a long time, then nodded meekly.
"Yes ... yes master," he mumbled into his non-existent beard. He nervously ran his left hand through his mouse-brown hair. He was still trembling like a leaf.
"Well, now to you Lucius and Severus ..." With that, Voldemort turned his attention to the other two men, but Peter spoke up again.
"Master?"
With a sound somewhere between an imp falling from a tree and an angry hippogriff, Voldemort turned to Wormtail."CRUCIO!"
With a scream, the little Death Eater sank to the ground as the curse hit him. His body seemed to be jolted with electrical charges, and when the dark lord finally raised his wand again, the animagus squealed like his soul animal, the rat.
"What was that for, my lord?" asked Peter very uncertainly.
"Forgive me, Wormtail, it was a habit. So what did you want to ask?"
"May I go, master?"
"Yes, that's right. What are you still doing here then? Get on with it!"
Wormtail scurried quickly out of the room, limping slightly, for the after-effects of the Cruciatus curse were not entirely without it.
Severus and Lucius meanwhile looked meaningfully at each other. There was incomprehension in her eyes.
"He's gone crazy," Severus said to his colleague without making a sound. Lucius, correctly interpreting the other's lip movements, nodded.
At that moment, both Death Eaters looked like watered poodles.
Even when Voldemort did not target the two again, their lack of understanding did not diminish."Master?" the former potions teacher finally asked.
The dark magician turned quickly. "Yes, what ... oh, it is you. Well, your job is ..."
The dark lord took two steps to his desk and rummaged through some quickly scribbled notes. He mumbled quietly to himself.
"Shopping list - no ... Diary - no ... Tickets for a Britney Spears concert - no ... Plan to conquer the wizarding world - yes ..." Then he suddenly stopped and left the closely written parchment on which he had written down the most important steps of conquering the world, falling carelessly.
"Who at Slytherin got me tickets for a Britney Spears concert here?" thundered Voldemort. Severus and Lucius swallowed hard until the black-haired Death Eater finally took a step forward.
"I think it was Bella, my lord," he muttered softly.
Voldemort turned to Vlad angrily.
"Vlad? Bring Bellatrix to me NOW!""All right, boss!"
With that, the vampire lord disappeared and the Dark Lord clenched his long, delicate spider fingers into a fist while he processed the concert tickets into confetti and then slowly let them sail to the ground.
Meanwhile he reached for a letter to tear open indignantly.
He scanned the lines with a frown.

"Liper Uncle Woltemor," he read.

"I'm a big fan of me going to Slytherin and I'm really happy to go to the Grand Master's house, we annoyed every day, Gryffindors fell, they are always angry with us, that's lussti, especially if ertzfaint Härri Potter nerfen is fun, he eats ... "

The Heir of Slytherin blinked and crumpled up the paper. The letter was overflowing with spelling errors, so it was almost an impertinence to read it.
The bald wizard shook his head in confusion. What was he thinking? It was an imposition.
To him, the greatest of all wizards who had ever lived and who will ever live, the best of the best, apart from Salazar Slytherin, who of course was even better and bigger, but unfortunately long deceased, was a criminal offense, but if this very cruel document contained nothing more than a statement of support and - presumably - the request for an autograph, then that was to be equated with high treason."Lucius?"
The blond Death Eater stepped forward. "Yes, my lord?" he asked obsequiously and bowed, his white-blond hair falling over his shoulders like a waterfall. Of course it wasn't as loud and wet as a real one.
"Find the one who has committed this," so Voldemort threw the crumpled letter to his subordinate, who also cleverly caught it and awaited further instructions.
"Find the author of this… murder document and take the appropriate steps, do you understand?"
Lucius nods.
"Understood, my lord!"
With these words he turned away and crumpled up the sheet of parchment as he walked out. When he saw the scraggly writing, he frowned.
The way the letters were arranged looked badly familiar
"Draco," he gasped, hurrying out of the room while whispering death threats into his nonexistent beard.
Voldemort was already paying no attention to the Death Eater.Instead, he glanced at Severus and nodded to him.
"Your job will be," he said with a sharp undertone, while he took back the plan to conquer the world and looked at it.
"Well, you will listen to me now!"
With these words, the dark lord approached a blackboard and took a piece of chalk that he had stolen from a Muggle school when he had attacked it three days ago.
With fast, gently curved letters he wrote the sketch of the plan on the board.
Severus looked at these while Voldemort began to explain.
After a while, however, the Death Eater cleared his throat.
"Milord?" he asked shyly. He knew that his master hated it when he interrupted him. In fact, the Wizard Lord turned so abruptly that he appeared to Severus like an angel of vengeance.
“Yes?” The dark ruler's red eyes flash dangerously and his subject gulped.
"Lord, I may be wrong, but ...", the dark-haired man grew quieter and quieter at the end of the sentence, while Voldemort's gaze seemed to pierce him more and more.“What, 'but'?” The voice of the greatest wizard sounded so icy, as if it could freeze fire to ice.
Severus smiled apologetically. He now gathered up all the courage to say his next words.
"My lord, it seems to me that after point one comes point three for your world conquest plans."
The Greater Magician nodded. "And?" he asked gruffly. He glanced at the blackboard again to see if that was true. When he had made sure that it was so, he asked again, but this time all the more unkindly. "And?"
His counterpart was getting smaller and smaller. "Where is point two?"
The Heir of the Snakes blinked. “Point two?” He seemed disconcerted and looked again at the blackboard for help. But then he thundered off.
"Point two comes after point three. Patience is what we need to practice! Understand, Severus? Understand?"
The ears of the ex-potions teacher rang when he nodded hesitantly.
"Yes, my lord, I understand," he mumbled.Who has messed with the choleric Death Eater ruler more than necessary?
“Well, then go now and work for your money for once!” With that, the subject was over for the bald Voldemort and his servant dismissed.
He bowed again and then hurried out of the room. Not a moment too early, because when the door closed behind him, he recognized Vlad and Bellatrix in the long corridor.
The vampire prince looked as if he wanted to move back to Transylvania on the spot, but his companion did not seem to notice this. She chatted happily on this one.
"He really wants to see me? I can hardly believe it? Do you think I can come under his eyes like that? Didn't I put on too much make-up?"
Severus stopped listening, but gave Vlad a pitying look before he avoided the two of them.
Voldemort, on the other hand, was happy to finally have some peace and quiet again. Sighing, he closed his eyes.This silence was good, but as always, it didn't last long.
In the next instant the door banged loudly against the wall.
“Boss!” Vlad's resounding voice tore the dark lord out of his equally dark thoughts.
“Bella's here!” The vampire announced this, not without relief. Something the other didn't share with him.
"Not her too," he muttered, because he had completely suppressed the fact that he had sent for her.
"I need silence!"
“But boss.” As always, the leader of the bloodsuckers had something to object to.
"You cannot allow yourself rest. You are the greatest, the best, the most successful ruler in the world. If you allow yourself rest, what will become of us?"
Voldemort stared at him. The other wasn't serious, right?
But deep down, he knew that his vampire leader was right.
"Well." If so, there was only one option.
"I quit!"
"But…"
"I'm resigning! Don't argue!"
Vlad just stared at his masters speechless and Bella, who had stepped behind him,