The depths of the Albanian forest that covered the sky had just been baptized by a heavy rain. In the sultry weather, it was as hot as a steamer, almost suffocating. Affected by the weather and his own emotions, the Lord Voldemort's nostrils flared violently. Before passing by the watermelon field, he glanced at the corpse of the ponytailed Death Eater that had begun to stink. His expression was cold.
As he walked forward, he heard the hissing sound of something crawling and stopped in his tracks.
"Najini."
The mysterious man whispered. The hissing sound became louder and louder. Najini quickly wriggled through the grass and crawled to the Lord Voldemort's side. It climbed higher and higher as if there was no end. Then it put its body on the Lord Voldemort's shoulder. Its eyes didn't blink, and its pupils were vertical as it looked at the wounds on the Lord Voldemort's bald head with concern.
The Lord Voldemort caressed the giant snake with his slender fingers casually. His eyes looked in the direction where Najini came from. There, Bellatrix walked out from behind a tree with her belly.
"Master!" Bella's voice was tight with excitement. Behind her, Narcissa saluted the Lord Voldemort with a pale face, but her eyes avoided the Lord Voldemort and the snake.
On their right, Lucius and a few Death Eaters also came out of the forest after seeing the Lord Voldemort. These Death Eaters in black robes flashed in the forest one by one. They quietly gathered around the Lord Voldemort and saluted the Lord Voldemort, but they didn't dare to look up at him at all.
The Lord Voldemort's head tilted slightly to one side. His eyes first swept across Bella and her towering, undamaged belly. Bellatrix's face was red, and her eyes were filled with tears of joy. "Master …" She looked at the wound on the mysterious man's head and suddenly felt cold all over. She couldn't help but rush over and hug him. The mysterious man didn't reprimand her for her rude behavior, which was rare.
"Very good, you are still here …" The Lord Voldemort's eyes looked at Lucius and the others. "Many have been saying that they are loyal to me, but only the most loyal ones are still here."
Many of them lowered their heads stiffly but heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, if it wasn't for Bellatrix who strongly objected to them leaving when they found out that their master was temporarily missing, they would probably have fled in all directions after knowing that their master was defeated in the duel and their base camp was destroyed, instead of hiding in the surrounding forest and waiting bitterly.
The Lord Voldemort's snake face twisted. He stood straight and glanced at the dark underground entrance. When he retracted his gaze, he seemed to notice that Parkinson was also there. "Parkinson, other than being useless, you are still a little loyal … How many of you are left? What happened here? "
"Master … That damned Harris … While we were away, he basically killed everyone we left behind and took away most of our belongings … He didn't even leave behind our food supplies …" Lucius took the initiative to answer his master's question. "Only some black magic items were left. According to my judgment, these items are illegal and can't be sold on the market. That's why we escaped with our lives …"
"But master!" Belacrix's chest heaved violently, and he said in a hoarse and harsh voice, "He finally found the master's room, but maybe the master had already taken action and he knew about it, so he rushed over … In a hurry, he only had time to steal some books from the master's room …"
The Lord Voldemort raised his ferocious face and roared, "Where is the Hand of Viktor?"
"Sissy, take it out!" Bellatrix shouted at her sister. Narcissa quickly took out a glass cover from her Traceless Retractable Spell handbag. Bellatrix took it and handed it to the Lord Voldemort with both hands. "Master, some traitors wanted to steal your things before they left. Narcissa and I had to keep them to protect them …"
Nagini hissed in the Lord Voldemort's ear.
"Since Bella asked you to leave … I won't hold you responsible for not protecting them well …" The Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at the trembling Narcissa for a long time. Then, he opened the lid of the box with his left hand and focused on the dry man's hand that was supported by a soft cushion and covered by a glass cover engraved with complicated magic patterns. "Very well … Write down the names of those traitors …"
In the blink of an eye, Bella noticed the mysterious man's action. She stared at his right hand and found that his sleeve was empty. Something was wrong. She screamed, "Master, your hand!" After that, she squatted down with a big belly and almost knelt at his feet. She tried to touch the broken arm.
Bellatrix had been hiding in the forest of Albania. None of the Death Eaters who returned later knew the details of the duel between her master and Allen Harris. So, Bella had never believed what others said. She did not think that her master would lose, but now … her eyes slid across the gap where Lord Voldemort's hand was cut off. Her eyes were full of worry for the person in front of her who was much more important than herself.
"You are pitying me, Bella." The Lord Voldemort looked at Bellatrix's face.
"No … No, Master … I …" Bella shook her head in panic.
"It's broken." The Lord Voldemort raised his right arm and said softly. The broken wrist that was covered by the falling robe appeared in front of everyone. "Harris is now in full swing … He has mastered some power that I don't know much about …" The Lord Voldemort's only intact hand suddenly clenched. "But I won't always lose. It's just that each of us won one battle. As long as I find the three Vikna artifacts …"
Bellatrix's eyes were filled with tears. "Master, Bella is willing to find them."
"You shouldn't say that, Bellatrix. Rudolphus Lestrange and Old Parkinson will know what to do." The Lord Voldemort let the box float in front of him. First, he cast a protection spell on himself. Then, he opened the lid, picked up the withered broken hand, and pressed it on his own hand.
The withered, disgusting hand that lacked vitality seemed to come alive after it touched the Lord Voldemort's broken wrist. The blood vessels and tendons wriggled like worms and began to drill into the Lord Voldemort's wound that had just healed. Then, like leeches, they began to suck the life out of the mysterious person.
The Lord Voldemort frowned and pointed his wand with his left hand. An unlucky person was summoned by the Dark Lord with a flying spell. Then, he directly placed his withered right hand on the Death Eater's arm. As if his life force was quickly sucked out, the Death Eater aged rapidly. His youthful face was quickly covered with wrinkles, his hair turned white, and his body bent. Other than making a few cries, he did not have any other reaction. Finally, he collapsed on the ground and panted.
The absorbed life force of the Death Eater was injected into Viktor's hand. After Viktor's hand was satisfied, it fed back the evil and chaos contained in the hand to the Lord Voldemort. At this time, the wounds on the mysterious person's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the withered hand of Viktor seemed to be unaffected by the external life force and was still withered. This made the pale Dark Lord look even more strange when combined with the withered hand that looked like a mummy's.
The mysterious person unconsciously twitched a few times. Then, he recovered and tried to bend the fingers of his new right hand a few times before nodding with satisfaction. He handed the wand in his left hand to the hand that belonged to the dead. The reporter waved the wand and without chanting, shot out a green light without hesitation. A green tree that was full of vitality in summer instantly lost its life.
Ignoring Bella who was starting to get excited and happy at the side, the Lord Voldemort who was thinking about his soul vessel grabbed the unlucky guy who fell on the ground just now. "Stay where you are." The mysterious person's voice became even more uncomfortable and terrifying.
After he casually gave his instructions, he teleported back to the United Kingdom and returned to Gunter's old house. In this damp and desolate ancestral house located in Big Hangerton, about four to five miles away from Little Hangerton, the Lord Voldemort roared furiously after a brief inspection. After he casually blew up a few rooms with a thunderbolt explosion, the Lord Voldemort was satisfied with the power of the curse and laughed out loud. After half a day, he recovered, grabbed the unlucky guy and disappeared again.
After a while, in the cave by the sea, the Dark Lord had just stopped his flying spell. After landing, he threw the Death Eater who could not speak on the ground. Then, he cut open the skin and muscles on the wrinkled old arm and let the blood remove the magic barrier that he had set up on the cave.
The Dark Lord could not wait to confirm the safety of his soul vessel. He was full of hope that no one else would find this place, and this memory that originated from his childhood was not discovered by the other party when he was trapped in the crystal ball. Now that the hidden secret door was intact, the mysterious person thought that this place was also intact. He thought that Dumbledore and the others would never think that he would put his soul vessel in a place that they could not investigate at all.
However, as the stones of the secret door of the cave fell, the strong smell that came from the exposed passage made the Lord Voldemort understand that this was just his wishful thinking. Due to the lack of air circulation, the entire cave was filled with a sour smell of decay and a strong stench of human feces, mixed with the smell of bitter almonds.
This smell made the Death Eater who had become so old that he could not make a sound blushed. His face regained some color and he even let out some dry coughs.
In the cave, the air was still and humid. The mysterious person was full of vigilance, doubt, and unwillingness to give up on the strange situation in front of him. He shrugged his noseless nostrils and did not summon a boat. Instead, he calmly brought the Death Eater who was still coughing and retching to the island in the middle of the lake.
After landing, an even stronger stench came, but The Dark Lord's attention was all on the crystal stone basin in the middle. When he saw the locket in the basin, the Lord Voldemort frowned. After experiencing many setbacks in a short period of time, he was no longer as arrogant as before. He did not believe that Allen or Dumbledore could find this cave and not have the ability to solve this barrier.
So the Lord Voldemort casually cast the Soul Seizing Curse on the Death Eater, completely ignoring the other party's feelings, and forced the potion in the stone basin into the Death Eater's throat that was forced open.
After a while, after the potion was drunk by his subordinates, the mysterious person naturally took out the locket.
Then, after opening the locket, the mysterious person naturally found the letters that were left for him by the Blake brothers.
So, the island in the middle of the lake and the unlucky Death Eater were naturally blown up by the mysterious person's Thunderbolt Explosion Curse.
In the end, the muddy lake water that splashed onto Voldemort due to the explosion had a bitter almond smell and a foul stench. The Dark Devil, who had been floating above the lake without a change in expression, couldn't help but retch.
"Ugh …"
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