Scotland, Voldemort's lair.
The old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, was finally renovated not long ago and welcomed its owner back.
At this moment, in the dim room, Voldemort sat on a dark velvet chair, looking at the Death Eaters in front of the long table. His eyes fell on one of the Death Eaters and he asked hoarsely, "Yaxley, any news about our old friend?"
"Master, Karkaroff has not returned to Durmstrang School. The traitor hid out of fear. I found the last person who saw him, but when I looked for him, Karkaroff had already left. It will probably take some time to find him."
After being named by Voldemort, the Death Eater named Yaxley lowered his head and respectfully reported the latest news to the Dark Lord.
"Find Karkaroff, and I will go and kill the traitor with my own hands. No one can betray Voldemort and still be alive."
Voldemort's scarlet eyes revealed cold murderous intent, causing all the Death Eaters present to shudder.
They all knew that Karkaroff was dead, no matter where he was hiding.
"We have some loyal Death Eaters still imprisoned in Azkaban," Voldemort whispered. "I think they are eager to serve me."
"Master, you plan to attack Azkaban and free the prisoners..." Malfoy was interrupted by Voldemort raising a pale hand before he finished speaking.
Malfoy fell silent immediately.
"The Dementors must fall to our side. It is not difficult to convince them." Voldemort looked at his servants: "Who will convince the Dementors? Of course, not now. We cannot be exposed now."
Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird smile, "From what I understand, Minister of Magic Fudge is causing trouble for Dumbledore. This is a good opportunity."
The Death Eaters all kept their heads down, and few were willing to deal with the Dementors.
"Avery."
"Master." Avery felt Voldemort's gaze and lowered his head and said, "I am willing to persuade those Dementors for you."
"Very good." Voldemort turned his eyes away from Avery and continued: "McNeill, I need you to go on a trip for me and convince those brainless giants to join our great cause."
"I am happy to be of service to you." McNeill bowed slightly to Voldemort.
"I need someone to help me convince the werewolves." Voldemort said contemptuously, "Although those hairy beasts are unreliable, Voldemort can make them play their last remaining energy."
"My Lord," Lucius volunteered, "I am willing to convince the werewolves that Fenrir Greyback can form an army of those scattered werewolves and pledge allegiance to you."
"Very good. Severus?" Voldemort looked at the dark shadow below who had remained silent. "I hope you can bring me some good news."
"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has only held two meetings so far. They set up the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at Sirius Black's house, but because Dumbledore cast a Fidelius Charm on it, I cannot reveal more information to you." Snape looked at Voldemort calmly and said respectfully, "The second meeting was yesterday. Dumbledore asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to strengthen the security around Harry Potter. He asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to keep an eye on him to avoid any accidents."
"Anything else?"
Voldemort stared at Snape with his scarlet eyes so sharp that the people around him looked away.
"Dumbledore is busy dealing with the Ministry of Magic." Snape continued: "Another thing, Sirius got a prophecy from somewhere."
"prophecy?"
"Yes, Black claimed that the prophecy came from a certain master of prophecy." Snape waited for a while, and when Voldemort didn't speak, he continued, "The prophecy shows that there will be a mass jailbreak in Azkaban soon. Minister of Magic Fudge will step down next year, and his successor will die at the hands of his master. By then, the entire British wizarding world will usher in its darkest moment. The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will be controlled by the master, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and the savior Harry will become a wanted criminal of the Ministry of Magic."
"Do you know who made the prophecy?"
Voldemort had been tricked by a prophecy once, so he was extra cautious this time.
"I don't know. Black didn't say, but that man seemed to have rejected Dumbledore's invitation. I heard that he thought the Order of the Phoenix was not strict enough and there might be spies or traitors." Snape said, pursing his lips.
"This prediction is quite accurate."
Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a grotesque smile.
The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because what he said was indeed right. Wasn't the person in front of them a spy hidden in the Order of the Phoenix
"It seems that Dumbledore has found a guy who is good at prophecy. I need you to find out his identity." Voldemort was not surprised. He had suffered at the hands of Nicolas Flamel before. They are usually very sensitive to dangers against them.
"Bati once reminded me that there is a Mudblood in Hogwarts who is good at prophecy." Voldemort seemed to remember something and stared at Snape and said, "I remember you reported to me before what the name of the Mudblood who defeated Barty was."
"Albert Anderson, my Lord," Snape said after a moment's hesitation. "There were indeed rumors in Hogwarts that Albert Anderson was a fortune teller."
"This rumor may be true." Snape noticed that Voldemort was looking at him, and continued, "It is said that he sensed the danger before the third task, and used this as an excuse to ask Dumbledore for combat skills, but was rejected."
"Dumbledore originally wanted Moody to teach him, but the Mudblood refused. Later, Dumbledore wanted me to teach the Mudblood. He valued that person very much, but the Mudblood refused. He didn't seem to trust me and Barty. Finally, he found Flitwick. It is said that the Mudblood has mastered a lot of dark magic."
"It's something new."
Voldemort had a strange expression on his face, he knew too well Dumbledore's attitude towards the dark arts.
"Find the Mudblood and bring him to me. Are you willing to take the lead, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew. "I remember that he was the one who sent you to Azkaban prison."
Peter Pettigrew, who had been hiding in the corner since the beginning, stammered, "Master, if this is your will, I, I am willing to—"
"Go ahead. I don't need you to sacrifice yourself," Voldemort said lazily. "You just need to find his residence and bring him to me by someone else. That mudblood almost ruined my plan and caused Barty's death. He needs to pay the price for it."
There was a slight commotion at the long table, and the group of people who hated Albert were very excited.
"Excuse me, Master, but you need to be prepared to deal with that Mudblood." Snape reminded, "If you are not absolutely sure, I suggest you don't touch him, so as not to alert the enemy."
"It is rare for you to give such an evaluation to a Mudblood." Voldemort waited for Snape to continue.
"I have taught him and know him. It is undeniable that he is a genius. Many people think he is the next Dumbledore." Snape lowered his voice: "In fact, this is true, but the guy is arrogant, cautious, and dangerous."
"Danger?"
The Death Eaters present couldn't help but laugh when they heard Snape describe a Mudblood as dangerous.
They are more dangerous.
"There are traces of the Fiendish Fire Curse in the maze. No one knows how much dark magic the Mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and four helpers tried to surround and kill him in the maze, but they failed miserably and paid the price for it. I saw with my own eyes that the Mudblood used Fudge to kill Crouch, right in front of Dumbledore." Snape brought a wave of hatred to Albert and reminded all the Death Eaters not to provoke him.
"It's hard to believe that was a Mudblood."
"There was a rumor that Albert Anderson was the descendant of a famous pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy suddenly said, "Otherwise, those old antiques in the Wizengamot would not have accepted him. This rumor is very credible."
"Catch him. If the situation does not allow, kill him and don't make too much noise." In Voldemort's eyes, the Mudblood was already dead.
"Lucius, you stay."
The Death Eaters looked at Lucius jealously and stood up and left.
"Master, what do you want me to do?"
"Lucius, I once asked you to keep a diary. Is it okay?" There was a strange light in Voldemort's scarlet eyes.
Not long ago, one of the things Snape reported to him was that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened two years ago.
"The diary is still with me, Master."
Lucius tried his best to remain calm, but he didn't notice that his voice was trembling. He thought of the diary that had a hole in it. He couldn't imagine what the Dark Lord would think after seeing the diary...
"Do not try to lie to Voldemort!"
Voldemort realized that Lucius Malfoy's reaction was wrong, and suddenly had a bad feeling.
“The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, Master.” Lucius lowered his head even more, not daring to look Voldemort in the eye.
"Really?" Voldemort asked.
"real."
"You're lying. I see fear on your face." Voldemort drew his wand.
Lucius' body trembled slightly, he knew what he was about to face.
"The diary is indeed still with me, Master," Lucius repeated sullenly.
"Then bring the diary to me, and if it is intact, you will receive a reward of reward, if..." Voldemort did not finish his words, but Malfoy felt as if his heart was sinking into an ice cave.
"Go, Lucius, don't keep Voldemort waiting too long."
"Master." Lucius knelt on the ground, "The diary you gave me..."
The huge pain engulfed Malfoy, making him swallow back the words he was about to say.
"The diary is damaged." Lucius gritted his teeth and endured the Cruciatus Curse, saying breathlessly.
“Broken?” Voldemort repeated quietly.
"I once tried to use the diary to open the Chamber of Secrets." Lucius explained in a trembling voice.
"Bring me that diary, now!" Voldemort ordered grimly.
"Yes!" Malfoy's mind went blank, but he didn't dare to delay and hurried back to get the diary. Fortunately, the thing was still there.
Voldemort knew very well that the Horcruxes were protected by dark magic and could not possibly be damaged. When Malfoy said that a Horcrux was damaged, it probably meant that he had lost one of his Horcruxes.
However, once the Horcrux was destroyed, I should have felt it. Could it be that I was not even as good as a ghost at that time and could not feel it because I had no body
Voldemort's face became even gloomier when he thought of Nagini who was killed by Dumbledore. That meant that two of his Horcruxes had been destroyed.
Not long after, Malfoy hurried back with Riddle's diary, which confirmed Voldemort's guess. The diary was damaged, the soul fragments stored in it disappeared completely, and there was a hole in the middle that was pierced by something unknown, which made Voldemort extremely shocked and angry.
Has anyone found a way to destroy a Horcrux
Malfoy, who originally thought that the diary was just the key to the Chamber of Secrets, was now lying on the ground trembling.
"Lucius, you have betrayed Voldemort's trust."
A shrill scream was followed by Voldemort's voice.
"Who did it, who destroyed the diary?" Voldemort's cold voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death.
"Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter has no such ability."
"Dumbledore said it was Harry Potter who prevented all this from happening, and he also killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets," Lucius said tremblingly.
After Voldemort vented his anger and calmed down a little, he realized that he had underestimated Harry Potter. Especially after the Horcrux was accidentally destroyed, Voldemort realized the damn prophecy.
"He who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that has thrice defeated the Dark Lord... Born in the seventh month..."
Snape didn't overhear the whole thing, so what was the other half
He suffered greatly from this half of the prophecy.
"I'll give you another task. Get the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries. It's mine and Harry Potter's prophecy. I need all the contents of the prophecy." Voldemort stared at the dying Malfoy and said hoarsely, "Don't let me down again."
"I won't let you down."
Although he said this, Lucius Malfoy felt cold in his heart, because he knew very well that no one knew the situation in the Department of Mysteries except the Unspoken Man, and it was impossible to get the Unspoken Man to speak.
As for the prophecy made by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew about it, although he had roughly guessed what it was about.
The Dark Lord's powerful enemy, which was also the reason why the Dark Lord attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter, but in fact it turned out that the prophecy seemed to have come true.
"Keep this a secret for now, don't tell anyone."
"Yes, Master." Lucius Malfoy said, lowering his head.
"Very good, you can go now."