"Aren't you going to rest yet?"
After a few knocks on the study door, Yin Zebel, wearing a nightgown, pushed the door open and walked into the study, placing the freshly warmed milk on the desk in front of Albert. Her eyes swept across the parchment on the table and fell on Albert's face as he was reading seriously.
"You take a rest first!" Albert said softly, "I still have something to do."
"You can wake up and then use the time converter to come back and deal with your business?" Yin Zebeier leaned over and hugged Albert's neck, kissed his cheek and said, "It won't delay your business anyway."
"Well, you're right."
Albert seemed to be really convinced. He picked up the cup, drank the milk in it in one gulp, then got up and went back to sleep.
Not long after Albert left, countless ink spots suddenly appeared on the parchment he spread out on the table, outlining a map. A familiar name appeared on the map: Tom Riddle.
Not long after, the door of the study was pushed open again, and a figure came to the desk, looked down at the map on the table, and his eyes fell on the ink spot named Tom Riddle. He murmured, "I hope you like this gift, Tom."
"Meow!"
Fat cat Tom let out a soft cry, and then the whole cat lay directly on the map in front of Albert.
"I'm not talking about you."
Albert reached out and moved Tom's tail away.
At this moment, it is snowing heavily at the location on the map, and there is no sign of the snow lessening since nightfall.
A cloaked figure appeared without warning. He ignored the wind and snow around him, walked away, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary house.
"Finally I found you, you really made me..."
Voldemort muttered and raised his wand. The door blocking his way suddenly exploded. The rude visitor walked into the house without hesitation, stepping on the fragments of the wooden door. After glancing at the empty hall, he went straight to the bedroom.
With a bang, the door exploded again.
The room was warm, but empty; the owner of the house had left in a hurry at some point.
Voldemort glanced at the empty room, his eyes lingered on the fireplace for a moment, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
When he reappeared, he was standing on a dead street, the crackle of Apparition carrying far across the night streets.
But this did not affect Voldemort's determination to catch his prey.
For this, he has put in countless efforts and waited for too long.
Following fresh footprints in the snow, Voldemort stopped at the side of a house where there were still traces of his Apparition.
"You can't escape," he murmured.
Then he Apparated away.
This time it appeared in a wilderness... an abandoned village, in the woods,
Again and again.
The man seemed to know that someone was chasing him from behind, and was trying to shake off the enemy behind him by Apparating.
An irritating hunt began silently.
One person desperately used Apparition to escape, while the other chased him madly.
The hunt will officially end when one of them stops using Apparition to escape, or the other one stops chasing them madly.
As the one who was chasing behind, Voldemort was obviously not in a very good mood.
He even suspected that someone was trying to tease him in this way and make him look like a fool.
This destroyed Voldemort's good mood when he found Gregorovitch.
Because if it was true, Voldemort knew all too well what it would mean.
We have to catch that damn guy as soon as possible.
After a long chase, Voldemort finally stopped because he found that Gregorovitch's footprints had disappeared.
Yes, that person disappeared out of thin air.
Moreover, there were no traces of Apparition left around.
Sure enough, I was fooled.
Voldemort's mood grew worse.
He raised his wand and chanted a spell, then he suddenly flew into the air and flew in a certain direction.
After a while, Voldemort returned to the house where he found Gregorovitch. It was the same as when he came here before, except that during the chase, some snow and wind had drifted into the house through the blown-open wooden door.
Voldemort stepped on the broken pieces of the wooden door and walked into the house again, heading straight for the bedroom.
It was cold in the bedroom and the fire in the fireplace had gone out.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. The fire that had been extinguished began to burn again. He walked to the fireplace and lowered his head to get into it.
There is a secret room hidden in the fireplace.
As soon as Voldemort entered, he felt a fatal sense of crisis and his front was shrouded in a sea of green.
Avada Kedavra!
Even Voldemort had to retreat when faced with the Killing Curse, let alone when faced with a surprise attack.
Voldemort had to dodge in a panic.
When he was about to fight back, another green light flew towards him, but this time it was blocked by Voldemort. The two deadly Avada Kedavra collided in mid-air and entered into a duel of magical power.
The attacker was obviously no match for Voldemort and was killed by the rebounding Avada Kedavra.
Looking at the dead "Gregorovitch" lying on the ground, Voldemort's face looked very ugly. He suspected that he had been tricked.
As for evidence, Voldemort never needed evidence.
Gregorovitch simply didn't have the courage to resist him. It should be said that there were very few people in the whole of Europe who dared to resist him.
Albert Anderson!
Voldemort gritted his teeth, only such a despicable person would do such a thing.
After the unfortunate death of "Gregorovitch", the parchment on the wall suddenly caught fire and a hoarse voice was heard.
"Merry Christmas Tom, I have a Christmas present for you."
“Damn it!”
Voldemort was filled with rage and had no place to vent it. When he was about to use Gregorovitch's body to vent his anger, he heard hurried footsteps outside.
A group of Aurors surrounded the place.
“Yes, you are surrounded.”
That disgusting voice sounded again, as if the damned Mudblood was here, witnessing it all.
"Surrounded by that bunch of rubbish."
Voldemort, who had just accumulated a lot of anger and had nowhere to vent it, directly attacked the Aurors outside.
The battle soon began.
In front of the brutal Voldemort, this group of unlucky people who were attracted here and had not yet figured out the specific situation were quickly slaughtered by the angry Voldemort.
Glancing at the corpses lying around, Voldemort sneered, "Is this your little trick?"
He knew very well what the Mudblood wanted to do, but so what? Those people didn't have the courage to confront him. If they had that kind of courage, they would have come together to kill him.