Chapter 528: Nobel's Best Male Lead

"Sure enough!"
Shortly after the cruise ship left the port, the favored children of the nobles saw Consort Dai, who was full of energy and had a rosy complexion, walking onto the upper deck with a handsome and well-built young man.
After multiple communications, everyone confirmed that this person did not appear in the community and no one could tell where he came from.
But there is no doubt that the first impression he gave everyone was quite good.
After all, just think about the old vegetable called Cha Si Na, and then look at this fresh and lively one. Even Lady Swinton, who is usually low-key and does not participate in circle activities, couldn't help but join in the fun by feeding water and teasing the dog dad sticking out his tongue.
"This time, she finally didn't blind herself."
"Not just didn't blind herself!"
"The dog father rolled his eyes."
"If it really becomes the relationship you imagine, this former princess would be making a fortune, wouldn't she?"
Although that little bastard can be called the Hogwarts troublemaker, the wizarding world's scoundrel, disliked by both humans and dogs (such as his godfather), a scumbag with a notorious and infamous track record, too numerous to list...
But no one can deny that from "The Huntsman" to "The Dean", he has remained single and has quite a following among women in the magical world.
For wizards who are inherently somewhat proud, the title of Welsh Princess is not worth mentioning.
Unfortunately, he can only think about it.
Ever since the Professor's team started pushing for marriage and Hermione started causing trouble, anyone who develops feelings for Hermione will be shown what it means to be motivated by emotions, as Rhine will take out her wand...
In both the physical and magical sense.
However, the dog father suddenly tilted his head and thought, realizing that now is a good opportunity, eh~?
So, it suddenly persistently pulled on the dog leash around its neck and tugged Mrs. Swinton towards Daphne.
"Sir Swindon!"
As Lady Swindon reluctantly but had to tolerate the approach of her husband, Daisy quickly noticed this well-known figure in the industry known for his mysterious low-key style and enthusiastically pulled Rhine to greet him.
The two immediately exchanged pleasantries, even bordering on an artificial sisterly vibe.
Mrs. Swinton was simply low-key, not socially awkward. She skillfully and subtly complimented Rhein in a way that made her feel on top of the world.
Then, Mrs. Swindon suddenly whispered to tease the "hotness" between the two people.
Hmm!
Confirmed.
Even the so-called nobles, who are regarded as being in the clouds, are eager for gossip, even surpassing others in this respect.
Under the literary whispers of Lady Swindon, Princess Dai burst into laughter, so much so that Lady Rhein suspected the Baroness had said something funny.
Anyway, in his previous life, he would laugh just like that when he heard others driving.
However, considering that on the passenger seat of this car, it is very likely to be him himself...
And the person driving on the opposite side, is also holding a familiar dog...
Rhine squinted her eyes, looking down at the dog dad who was pretending to be obedient on the ground.
Dog Dad: ......
Suddenly, I regretted it a little.
"Mrs. Swinton."
Rhein smiled and made a suggestion.
"It seems that you haven't taken the necessary measures for your beloved pet."
"I know a great veterinarian with excellent surgical skills..."
Woof woof woof!
The dog's owner was so scared that he jumped up and started barking frantically at Rhine.
"Shut up!!!"
Is the desire for revenge really that strong???
Our noble family's little dog can't stand hearing this!!!
Although under the transformation spell, Lain's current appearance is absolutely unrecognizable.
But his familiar evil smirk, which was terrible to the extreme, still sent shivers down the spine of the doggy.
He had been careless!
The memories of serving this man as a pet in France are gradually fading...
He really drifted away!
……
"What happened?"
At this time, on the coastline north of the British Isles, a group of black-clothed people were also gathering.
The man in charge, in his arms, made an extremely offensive inquiry.
If there is a normal-minded muggle around, seeing this creature that looks like a baby but is not much different from an alien, and even more wrinkled, sticky, and ugly than an alien, I guess they would probably vomit several buckets on the spot.
Hannibal, the old pervert who can hold it in his arms, said that it was nothing.
Back in the day, when he hadn't been forced to become a vegetarian, this lump in his arms was just a piece of meat.
Can be eaten after removing the head, it has a crispy texture.
But at the moment, he still respectfully answers the thing called "Voldemort".
"My lord, everyone is here."
Saying that, Hannibal turned around and lifted Voldemort high to let him inspect his "army".
Fortunately, Voldemort doesn't like Muggle movies, otherwise he would quickly realize that being lifted high in a pose resembling "The Lion King", a recent animation film released this year, was completely copied.
Tom Simba Riddell, who could vomit blood at any time.
With a pair of evil eyes staring, Voldemort calculated the strength of the people in front of him and felt a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Too weak! What kind of nonsense is this?"
Compared to the Death Eaters he used to gather, these street rats with magical abilities are completely unworthy in the eyes of Lord Voldemort!
"Adult...this is the only way we can do it now..."
Hannibal explained with a sincere expression.
"Although the Ministry of Magic is very loose, Dumbledore has never let his guard down."
"Those traitors among the purebloods were taught a lesson by Lyle, just like castrated chickens."
"No one will help us, no one will care about us except for these desperate toad wizards... this is our weakness and also our advantage."
If Rhein were here, he would immediately propose to award a Nobel Prize for Best Actor to the old pervert.
If I didn't know, the purebloods are still itching to make a move, and even because of oppression, they have begun to lose confidence and desperately miss Voldemort, the Dark Lord. He almost believed it!
This is also the cruel aspect of the old pervert's character...
He uses a reasonable and logical approach to not only protect his most elite force, but also to give a strong warning to the pure-blood faction who will undoubtedly be recruited under the command of the old Fu in the future.
Who knows to what extent the image of old Voldy as a pureblood extremist has deteriorated after all this incessant nagging?
Anyway, Rhein is certainly a stubborn pureblood, he will never consider joining the Dark Lord.
To regain his trust, despite Voldemort's skepticism and even disdain towards them...
People will die!
A lot of people will die!
"Forget it!"
Voldemort, after all, is not in his full form. After a while, he feels tired and can only look at Hannibal with hopeful eyes.
"Success or failure rests on this moment... My dear Hannibal, you have worked hard."
"It is my blessing to serve the adults."
"The old pervert, with profound acting skills, shows what true loyalty is..."
"Loyalty! Sincerity!"
"Not tiring at all, really not tiring."
"After all, in order for this prison break to be successful, you also taught me a lot of powerful black magic, didn't you?"
Even if it is for such benefits, Hannibal has decided that he will create enough real, satisfying, and happy dreams for Voldemort no matter what!
Even if the future is destined to shatter the dreams, it was once beautiful~
"Let's go!"
Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and gave the command to depart.
Black mist gathered in the sky over the North Sea, flying towards the infamous...
Azkaban.
But on the fated course of their encounter, the luxury cruise ship laden with British aristocracy...
Also approaching slowly.