In a small town on the west side of Surrey, there is an old house that has been abandoned for many years......

Legend has it that twenty years ago, a husband killed his cheating wife, his wife's mistress, and two children, and then chose to commit suicide......

Because of the existence of such a black history, and the fact that there are no other heirs to the old mansion, after many unsuccessful auctions, this place has been abandoned since then...... Twenty years have lost its former luster, and the townspeople have avoided it, except for the naughty children who occasionally break in through the windows to play.

But tonight, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the window of the old mansion, although it was a little flickering, light and dark......

The front door, obscured by creepers, showed no signs of forced entry, and the windows were intact. But inside the house, two uninvited guests did break in, and they seemed to appear inside out of thin air.

Following the glimmer of light on his wand, a man in black walked into the cave-like darkness of the old mansion...... With some effort, he found the door that led to the hallway. I groped my way through, and a smell of rot came to my nose.

Perhaps because of the thick dust that had accumulated on the stone steps, his footsteps barely made any sound.

And in front of the man in black, there was a mouse, which seemed to lead the way......

"Wormtail?" the man in black snorted coldly, but his voice was strangely sharp and as cold as the wind.

"The host...... My master ...... "In the blink of an eye, the mouse suddenly turned into a short, balding man, with gray hair, a small build, a mouse-like face and a pointed nose...... And his voice was timid and frightened.

"Let's go light the fireplace first, I'm a little cold!" Voldemort said with a grim face, "and go back and clean up the traces we left behind!"

"Compliance...... Yes!" Wormtail's voice still seemed cramped and uneasy.

He hurriedly raised his wand, ran to the fireplace, and worked on the remaining firewood for a long time before the flame rose from it again.

Then he turned back into a mouse, scurried to the ground, and disappeared again.

......

A bright hearth fire illuminated Voldemort's face.

also made his fragile body feel a little warm.

The fugitive life in recent months has indeed been a bit embarrassing...... However, it inadvertently made Voldemort realize something very important.

Since the defeat of the Department of Mysteries and the destruction of his body, something has changed subtly.

It's as if something that has been lost is slowly recovering.

For example, his emotions no longer become irritable, his brain is no longer easily controlled by impulses, and some things can be hidden in his heart again...... The whole person has become much more rational than before.

It reminded Voldemort of the past, many years ago, when he was young, and his personality was exactly that-

Be polite on the outside, be kind and keep everything in your heart......

But since that successful trip to Albania, everything seems to have changed...... That journey gave him the power of immortality, but it began to make him lose his sanity.

And now, those lost sanity have returned!

Although, as a price, in the past year, five of his Horcruxes have been destroyed one after another.

"Could it be that the Horcrux has been affecting me?" Voldemort muttered to the bright furnace in front of him.

"It must be like this!"

Now, he suddenly understands why the despicable Helmo has only made one Horcrux in his life...... Because every split soul will have an impact on the owner of the soul.

In other words, his attempt to create seven Horcruxes was completely wrong!

But now, he only has one Horcrux...... Although the destruction of the Horcrux made him extremely vulnerable, the split soul also affected him much less!

In a sense, it can be said to be a blessing in disguise!

A wicked smile appeared on Voldemort's lips.

......

From his pocket, Voldemort pulled out a crumpled piece of newspaper.

After spending so many years in the Muggle world as a child, Voldemort actually knew Muggles much better than his Death Eaters...... He knew how to get information through Muggles, especially now that he had no access to the wizarding world.

And, this afternoon, Voldemort saw a rather exciting piece of news in the Muggle newspapers—

"Transylvania fire!"

Reconfirming the authenticity of the news, the Dark Lord looked relieved.

Looks like Fenrir Greyback did a good job.

Voldemort had never looked down on the werewolves, but he knew very well that the werewolves were loyal to him...... Because only under his rule can those werewolves usher in a better life.

So, he sent Fenrir Greyback and his army of werewolves to Transylvania...... His purpose is not to rescue or enslave those vampires, who are actually worthless!

His true purpose is only one -

Attract attention!

Attract not only the attention of the Ministry of Magic, but especially Albus Dumbledore!

Everyone knows that Fenrir Greyback is loyal to the Dark Lord, and when he appears in such a high-profile position in distant Eastern Europe, it is natural that many eyes will be drawn to it.

Especially Albus Dumbledore!

That old fox, I'm afraid, has hurried to Transylvania by now, and may even have arrived.

And for himself, as long as Dumbledore is not in England, it is the best opportunity.

......

Wormtail has returned, and he seems to have swept all the traces left by the future tense.

Voldemort had already thrown the Muggle newspaper into the fireplace and burned it down...... He didn't believe that Wormtail would betray him, but he should be cautious, especially if his tracks were found by the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix many times.

"Wormtail!" Voldemort exclaimed.

"Master......" Peter Pediru said, looking up timidly.

"Stretch out your arms. Voldemort commanded.

As he spoke, Voldemort bent down, pulled up the left arm of the worm's tail, and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow—

There was something on the exposed skin that appeared to be a bright red tattoo: a skeleton spitting a snake out of its mouth

Voldemort held out his long, pale index finger and pressed it against the arm of the worm's tail.

The worm's tail let out another wail, and the bright red mark turned pitch black......

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns, and outside the old mansion, wizard apparitions appeared in every dark place.

They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

One by one, they came over...... Walk slowly and carefully.