Neither Voldemort nor Bella cared about Lucius's movements, he just nodded casually at Lucius in response, but his actual attention was all focused on maintaining his life-saving spell and the Heart of Vicna in his chest, the shriveled Heart of Victor was the hope of victory and counterattack.

However, compared to the previous visions that occurred after the installation of the Eye of Vikna and the Hand of Vikna, this time it was as calm as if the heart really had no magic. Voldemort continued to release the life force in Vikner's hand to keep himself alive, and every second of this wait was a torment, and he even tried to bow his head several times to see if anything had changed in silence.

But as he leaned down one last time, the Vic heart in his chest fell out of the hole and tumbled to the ground.

Bella's smile, which was not prepared by her feelings like Voldemort's, still had a smile on her face, so she reflexively pounced forward, caught her heart, and looked at the withered heart without any sound, and the horror built up in her heart, but it did not delay her attempt to stuff it back.

Voldemort, who had realized that something was wrong, looked up in fear, and wanted to call his men to put their hearts back and use magic to heal them and give up their plans.

But there was no sign of Lucius as far as he could see, and after a brief moment of astonishment, Voldemort suddenly realized to horror who the traitor was among his men—Lucius Malfoy, one of his most trusted men in years, had betrayed him.

Voldemort's sanity regained its usual chaos in such a life-and-death situation, and his mind flashed through everything clearly, understanding that it had been a trap from the beginning.

All information about Vicna's artifact, both direct and indirect, was provided by Lucius Malfoy.

There is no doubt that the first two pieces of information are true, but the deadliest Heart of Vicna is a fake, and the mastermind behind this is undoubtedly the Alan Harris outside, who received a report from Lucius, a traitor, and knew the news that he was about to succeed, and then rushed over at this time so accurately to put pressure on himself, the purpose is to give himself no time to distinguish the real from the fake like he did with the Eye of Vekna, so that he has no time to use Alector Carlo to change his heart first...

Like Alan Harris when he drove away Dumbledore and said that he had gone back to ancient times to meet the founder, the time was almost a thousand years, in Voldemort's hairless head, he keenly matched these messages with the fake in front of him that he had roughly verified the existence of time, and he also understood that Lucius had run out with his original heart and ran to find his new master, Alan Harris...

Alan Harris was scheming on me millennia ago? Alan Harris was calculating me millennia ago! Alan Harris was calculating me millennia ago...

Voldemort's hairless scalp began to tingle, and his brain kept shouting this voice to himself, and under the effect of the mental blow and the passing vitality of the current wound, his tall body staggered and could no longer maintain his standing.

Bellatrix hurriedly carried Voldemort with her body, and she looked blankly at her owner, who was pale and like a broken doll, and seemed to be completely dead at any moment, and had a weak breath.

Voldemort now looked at the witch's chest as if he were grasping at a life-saving straw, and he forced his prosthetic leg to maintain the life-saving spell, while his own left hand began to reach for Bellatrix's chest, which was where her heart was.

The daughter of the Black family, the daughter-in-law of the Lestrange family, and the mistress of the Dark Lord looked frightened, and she knew the Dark Lord well enough to understand her master's intention to use her heart to continue her life, but she did not intend to run away and just helped him stay where she was, quietly waiting for fate to come.

But suddenly, Bellatrix's resigned expression became confused, and she held Voldemort as she moved her gaze back and forth between the Dark Mark on her arm and her master's distorted face.

"The hosts... Why did you inform me twice, let me go to the United States and then to Bulgaria...?" asked Bellatrix Lestrange, who was holding Voldemort, in a whisper.

"Master, is the door unguarded?" asked Alector Caro aloud on the other side of the door.

"Watt?...," Voldemort asked, laboriously in Bellatrix's arms.

Outside the door, apart from the fact that the altar was almost intact by the life force protected by the sacrifices of the victims, both the statue and the room itself, and even two of the summoned demons and the three golems had already laid themselves in pieces on the floor.

Some of the places where the monsters had previously gathered could even be said to have re-covered the floor with a carpet of flesh, and the demons had made the room stench with corrosive blood.

On the other hand, after Allen focused mainly on rescuing the hostages, the Death Eaters didn't get much.

But the Death Eaters' expressions of fear of victory, which had been delayed for so long, became terrified, and they held their arms like headless flies, bewildered.

"The host has run ... It's gone ?!!!"

"The operation failed, the master went to Bulgaria !!"

"Nonsense! The host let us go to the United States !!"

......

Sensing the call from both the United States and Bulgaria, the Death Eaters shouted and screamed, believing that their master was afraid that the operation had failed, and they became more and more panicked, and many of them had directly activated the apparition and began to flee.

In the corner of the room, a figure flashed and began to rush towards the door of the secret room covered by iron armor, and in the corner there was a wizard with long light blonde hair holding a glass cover trying to stop him: "Rudolphus! Don't go in!

"Alecto, let me in! Is Bella still inside?!!!" Rudolphus shouted at Alector Caro, but found that she was stunned and began to directly make a shield to cast a fire and dissolve the spell.

"Could it be that the master has failed?" Yaxley couldn't understand the current situation at all, he looked at the secret room where his master was in horror, and found that the door had been filled with super strong iron armor at this time, and he couldn't see the state inside, so he began to shout at the blonde wizard next to him, "Lucius, when did you come out, what happened to the master, why did you appear in two places at the same time?"

"The master has failed!" Lucius shouted anxiously, "run for your life!"

When the last illusion was shattered, and the speculation about the outcome of the operation was confirmed by Lucius, the Death Eaters gasped, and Snape glanced at his colleague and friend with a gloomy expression, and then dissipated into black mist.

After Snape's move, the rest of the Death Eaters, including Yaxley, gave up the fight and immediately chose to follow their master, picking a random direction and leaving—they all knew that if Alan came down from the altar, they wouldn't be able to go.

Inside the secret room.

Bellatrix heard the shouts outside the cave and her husband's questioning, saw the fire coming from the entrance to the cave, and felt the sound of the battle outside become quieter, she closed her eyes, but the voice said firmly: "Master... You do it..."

And Voldemort, who had already distracted part of his attention and felt the hot summoning of the arm mark, seemed to have not heard it at all, he felt that he had understood the other party's calculation just now, and at this time he felt that he really understood, he understood that his Horcrux had been resurrected without knowing when, and most of it was the handiwork of Alan Harris, and the anger, fear and despair made him tremble.

And Voldemort's intact red eye, because the capillaries in the eyeballs began to burst under this emotion and the spell of maintaining high intensity for too long - Voldemort's eyes, who had barely cried since he was a child and solved various problems on his own, became like bleeding tears because of the blood oozing.

Then, Voldemort, who felt more and more aggrieved and depressed, finally couldn't maintain his spell and weight anymore after hearing Lucius shouting outside, 'The master has failed', and fell to Bella's opposite side.

Bellatrix only felt a lightness on her body, her hands empty, her half-hugged and half-embraced master seemed to have no weight, she opened her eyes in horror, and what she saw was a master who looked weaker than the spirit state—only shadows and vapors remained, so empty that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment, and the mist-like thing had an extremely distorted and sad expression.

The Hand of Vikna and the Eye of Villa had reverted to their previous sleek, without any magical powers, and fell silently not far from the heart.