Voldemort apparated into Malfoy Manor, choosing a hapless werewolf at random.
Although there is a clear gap between the two in terms of stature.
But it's not a big problem for Voldemort, it's as easy as lifting a chicken, and the werewolf dared not have the slightest resistance to catch the werewolf.
Soon, the figures of the two gradually returned to nothingness again, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Suddenly, it appeared on a rocky beach thousands of miles away, where the salty smell of the sea floated, and the waves washed over the dark reef, and white foam appeared.
The werewolf stood shivering behind him, his robust body trembling non-stop.
His not-so-high IQ couldn't guess what was going to happen, but biological instinct took over and something terrible might happen next.
The surroundings are bare and desolate, except for the vast sea and rocks, there is no tree, no grass and sand.
The many jagged indentations in the rock where you can step on lead to the huge boulders below, which are half exposed to the sea around the cliff. Climbing down from here is very dangerous.
Apparating again, Voldemort and the werewolf came to a stone door, flicked their wands, and the stone door was smashed.
Then a closed cave wall blocked the sight of Voldemort and the werewolf.
His magic is so cruel and unreasonable that he can't escape even when he comes.
The rubble in the distance turned into a stone blade, flashed by, leaving a thick knife edge on the werewolf's leg, and hot blood sprayed on the stone slab.
The werewolf looked at his wound in horror. It should have healed at this time, as if he had been cursed.
He stretched out his claws, wanting to beg for mercy, and then saw that the blood-soaked stone wall began to move gradually.
A boat floated from the black lake. Voldemort waved his wand impetuously, and the speed of the boat became faster and faster.
"Get on board." Voldemort kicked the werewolf, who was already extremely weak.
They are on board.
The boat was moving forward crazily. If there were Muggles, they might think they saw a Zodiac, chopping the waves and moving. The green light seemed to finally become bigger and brighter. After a few minutes, the boat gently bumped into the On something, it stopped.
They came to a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.
A large flat black stone slab is empty, except for the light source that emits the green light. Looking closer now, the green light appears much brighter.
Voldemort dragged the poor werewolf straight past.
Inside the stone basin. A pot full of emerald green liquids glowed with phosphorescence.
Voldemort conjured a wide-mouthed cup, filled it with the horrific liquid, and poured it directly into the werewolf's mouth.
The werewolf fainted when he swallowed the first mouthful, and then was awakened by Voldemort, and then the state of consciousness and coma alternated repeatedly.
The water level of the ** gradually sank, and a gold locket was coiled under the stone basin.
"It's still there." Voldemort couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but he shrank suddenly.
Souls cannot perceive each other, but that is after a certain distance.
At such a close distance. There is no trace of induction.
When Nagini was by his side, it also resonated, because the snake had a piece of his soul on it.
With a whoosh, the locket in the pool flew into Voldemort's hands.
Almost instantly. His expression became extremely furious.
The locket lacked the intricate patterns of his old family, the s that symbolized the beginning of Slytherin, a poor forgery.
In the box, there is a single piece of paper.
It says:
To the Dark Lord
I'll be dead before you read this but I want you to know that I found out your secret.
I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.
I'd rather die if you were a mortal man of flesh and blood when you met your opponent. .
— rab
Voldemort's eyes became extremely bloodshot, and his anger surged wildly.
rab
Regulus
He only needed a little association to know the answer.
It's so obvious.
The Black family betrayed him and even destroyed his Horcrux.
Voldemort walked out of the cave with a grim expression, threw the werewolf as the key on the deserted island, left him to fend for himself, and then apparated to the office of the Daily Prophet.
Lucius sipped afternoon tea leisurely at the newspaper office, leaning on the chair, looking very leisurely.
But the severe pain from his left arm made him startled suddenly, and he saw the Dark Lord appearing in front of him.
"Lucius..." Voldemort played with his wand, his bloodshot eyes showed that he was not in a good mood.
"I ask you, where is my diary? I gave it to you for safekeeping."
Lucius' face suddenly became stiff.
"Lord, master, once the Ministry of Magic wanted to search for some items..." Lucius explained somewhat stammeringly, changing his calm demeanor before.
"That is to say, what I told you is missing, right?"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Lucius' hairs stood on end, but he didn't dare to raise his wand to resist. He closed his eyes as if giving up, and tried to kill
The green light shattered the vase behind him, and the porcelain splashed and hit Lucius, but he didn't dare to resist.
He didn't know that it was something so important to the Dark Lord.
"Anger can affect judgment, and I'm short of people right now, Lucius, but I just want you to know that your life was saved."
Cold sweat slid down Lucius' thin chin and dripped on the table in front of him, soaking the latest issue of the newspaper.
"Master..." Lucius gave up his position tremblingly.
Voldemort walked over casually, sat down slowly, and slid his fingertips across the table.
His brain is thinking fast now.
The diary and ring are missing, the cup is confirmed to have been burned, and the Slytherin locket has been swapped.
Also uncertain is the diadem hidden at Hogwarts.
The only certainty is Nagini.
For the first time Voldemort regretted his arrogance.
But even if there is a little hope, he has to confirm it.
Hogwarts was also included in his target list.
The start of the war is about to speed up.
Just when he was deep in thought, with a crisp sound, the glass window not far in front of him suddenly exploded and shattered, and a roll of sheepskin was rolled into a sharp blade, and it was ruthlessly inserted into his side On the wall, the tail flapped non-stop.
Voldemort's eyes froze, and he was about to tear it off the wall.
The parchment suddenly broke free, unfolded in mid-air, and began to burn. The blue flame suddenly jumped into the mid-air, gradually imitating words, shaking in mid-air, and at the same time lighting up the whole room .
"I hope this news can be published through the Daily Prophet." This line of text flashed away.
"Dark Lord, I would rather call you Voldemort than this name."
"They fear you, but I don't feel it."
"You interfered with a great duel, my vengeance."
"The fruit of vengeance must be picked by one's own hands."
"I know, you will be very strange."
"Defeat me, and you will get everything you want to know."
"However, in view of your bad personality and your contemptible sneak attack, I will decide the duel location and make a final decision."
The flame in mid-air suddenly trembled, displayed a few letters, and then emerged—
"Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?" Voldemort showed an elusive expression.
It has to be said that the coincidence is very interesting.
I wanted to use the power of public opinion to declare war, but it almost turned into a face-to-face declaration of war.
In the plan, there will always be some strange and unpredictable accidents.
Chu Li's anger suddenly calmed down.
According to the marginal effect of psychology, good news is suitable to be said separately, and bad news is suitable to be said together. Obviously, it is the latter who gets bad news one after another from Voldemort.
The "bad news" that came one after another made him realize the reality.
Blind venting and anger will only interfere with judgment.
Whether it's Ravenclaw's crown, Grindelwald's engagement, or the meaning of Hogwarts itself, all prompted the Dark Lord to make a decision.
More importantly, the shame of his defeat must be washed away by himself—the savior is also at Hogwarts.
All of a sudden, there are many reasons why you can't refuse.
The flame text in front of him was suddenly blown away by a gust of hurricane.
Voldemort gently stroked the armrest of the chair, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his scarlet eyes.