Located in the north-west of Cumbria, there is an ancient castle that has been abandoned for many years.

It is built on a hill backed by a large mountain that is difficult to climb.

There is no gate at all, if you want to enter, you have to run to the south of the castle, climb up the rope ladder, this is the only way, according to legend, because the owner of the castle has harmed countless people, so he is afraid that someone will touch him to retaliate, so it is specially designed here.

Of course, the owner of the castle has been dead for hundreds of years, and it has been uninhabited for hundreds of years. The windows were sealed, the roof tiles were mutilated, and creepers crawled all over the castle with their teeth and claws......

In recent years, rumors have been made about the castle, which is already a lair of vampires, and one night twenty years ago, a group of university students tried to break into the castle but were completely lost, until a dozen days later, their dried corpses appeared ten miles away in the town of Carlisle. Of course, the two new visitors to the castle naturally did not believe such baseless rumors.

After an exhausting journey, they continue to a quiet place to rest.

......

"Wormtail, water!" a cold, shrill voice rang out from the castle.

The owner of this voice was a black figure, his complexion was a little disgusting, as if he were not alive at all, and at the same time, there was a chill in his voice that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Good...... Good...... Master!" said a short, balding man next to him, his gray hair and bald eyes, his eyes full of timidity and fear.

He raised his wand tremblingly, aimed it at the cup in front of him, and whispered, "Aguamenti!"

Then, in a panic, he picked up the cup, ran to the shadow, and gave it to him with a trembling voice.

The black figure took a hard sip and ......

"Worm Tail...... I said it...... Don't add so much honey to the water......" he roared angrily.

"Sorry...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, master!" The short wizard kept bowing to him, his voice full of fear: "I'll pour you a new glass now......"

"No, get out!" the shadow shouted angrily.

The short man hurried out, leaving the shadow alone in the castle.

Calm has returned to the castle.

......

Taking a big gulp, Voldemort drank the honey water from the cup.

The addition of too much honey was a lie, and Voldemort was just trying to get rid of the worm's tail and be alone.

The last time he made such a trip was more than a year ago, when the Ministry of Magic hadn't noticed that he had returned, and Nagini was with him, and now that Nagini was dead, the stupid pigs of the Ministry of Magic were as annoying as mosquitoes.

The honey was stolen two days ago when they were passing by a farm...... They didn't even dare to kill the Muggles who were chasing them, because if a Muggle was killed, the stupid pigs from the Ministry of Magic would surely be able to find it.

The defeat in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries was so tragic that Voldemort was now forced to flee across England in panic like a lost dog to escape the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix.

As he pondered, Voldemort took out a small wine glass from his pocket: it had two finely finished solid gold handles, and the body of the cup was carved with a symbolic and delicate carving, a badger's carving......

"This is already the last one!" Voldemort muttered to himself.

During the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, two Horcruxes were suddenly destroyed, causing Voldemort's soul to experience terrible pain...... This ultimately led to his defeat with the Death Eaters. After the battle of the Department of Mysteries, he hurriedly sent trusted Death Eaters to find the remaining Horcruxes, but all of them were captured by the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry of Magic...... By the time Voldemort reacted, two more Horcruxes had been destroyed!

Plus Nagini, who died more than a year ago...... It is already the only one left......

Once it is destroyed, then you will be under real threat of death.

Be sure to hide it away and hide it in the safest place possible...... It can't be destroyed by Dumbledore anymore!

At the thought of this, Voldemort couldn't help but let out a violent cough. This body was too weak, much weaker than the previous one.

......

"Kill Dumbledore no matter what!" Voldemort thought to himself.

That's the only way to go!

As long as Dumbledore is dead, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic will be in chaos and vulnerable......

The giants had submitted to their rule, though they were still hiding in the mountains of the Pyrenees, as were the Dementors, who Jaxley had taken to Greenland, and the large number of corpses that he had hidden in several places......

As long as the plan to kill Dumbledore can succeed, it will all be a big surprise for the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic!

Not to mention the Death Eaters, who may not be true to themselves, but once Dumbledore is dead, they will surely fall back to their knees and beg for their forgiveness......

But right now, not too many Death Eaters are to be believed!

Bella and Dolohov, the Death Eaters who had been imprisoned in Azkaban for many years, may have been loyal, but now they are basically all imprisoned in Azkaban; Lucius is also loyal, although he is very tactful, but he is too deep to escape, but he is also imprisoned in Azkaban now; of course, there is also the former little Barty, but unfortunately Voldemort does not know how he died and when he died......

Still alive...... Wormtail, this idiot betrayed his friends, so he won't betray himself again!

And also...... Severus Snape ...... Despite his suspicions of Severus, Voldemort had come to believe in his loyalty since receiving his warnings before the Battle of the Department of Mysteries.

So he gave him that most important plan.

As long as he can succeed...... Then there is still room for redemption!

Voldemort touched the golden cup hidden in his arms, then closed his eyes...... After a long day on the run, he needed to rest.

......

In the corner of the castle, a strange rat shuttles between the holes in the corners.

A strange mouse, with one of its hind paws missing a little finger and a front paw that seemed to be made of silver......

The strange rat seems to be struggling to find something......

Finally, it stopped in front of a silver statue of a mouse.

"Squeak!" it called softly, then left.

A minute after the rat left, the silver rat statue suddenly disappeared.

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