Voldemort shifted to Malfoy Manor and randomly selected an unlucky werewolf.

Although in terms of figure, there is a clear gap between the two.

But Voldemort is not a big problem, it is as easy as lifting a chicken, grabbing the werewolf, and the werewolf does not dare to resist in the slightest.

Soon, the figures of the two gradually disappeared into nothingness again, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a rocky beach thousands of miles away appeared, where the salty smell of the sea wafted, and the waves washed the dark reef and splashed white foam.

The werewolf stood behind him, his muscular body trembling.

His modest IQ couldn't guess what was going to happen, but biological instinct got the better of him, and something terrible might happen next.

It was bare and desolate, with no trees in sight, no grass or sandy beach except for the vast sea and rocks.

There are many jagged crevices in the rocks that lead to the huge pebbles that surround the cliffs and are half-exposed to the sea. It is very dangerous to climb down from here.

Another apparition, Voldemort and the werewolf came to a stone door, and with a wave of their wand, the stone door was shattered.

Then a closed cave wall blocked the eyes of Voldemort and the werewolves.

His magic is so cruel and unkind that he can't escape even his own arrival.

The rubble in the distance turned into a stone blade, and suddenly flashed, leaving a thick knife on the werewolf's leg, and hot blood sprayed on the stone slab.

The werewolf looked at his wound in horror, which should have healed at this time, as if it had been cursed.

He stretched out his claws to beg for mercy, and then he saw the blood-soaked stone wall begin to move.

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 weakened to the extreme.

They got on board.

The boat went frantically, and if there were Muggles, they might think they had seen an assault boat, cleaving the waves, and the green light seemed to finally get bigger and brighter, and after a few minutes, the boat gently hit something and stopped.

They came to a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.

A flat, black slab of stone was empty, except for the light source that emitted the green light. Now that I look closer, the green light is much brighter.

Voldemort dragged the poor werewolf straight over.

Inside the stone basin. A basin full of emerald green liquid, glowing with phosphorescence.

Voldemort conjured a wide-mouthed cup, filled it with the horrible liquid, and poured it directly into the werewolf's mouth.

The werewolf fainted when he swallowed his first bite, then was woken up by Voldemort, and then alternated between being awake and unconscious.

The level of the liquid gradually sank, and a golden locket coiled under the stone basin.

"It's still there. Voldemort's heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly shrank again.

Souls can't perceive each other, but that's after a certain distance.

At such a close distance. There is not a trace of induction.

Nagini also resonated when he was around, because the snake had a piece of his soul on its body.

The locket in the pool "whoosh" and flew into Voldemort's hands.

Almost instantly. His expression became furious.

The locket lacked the intricate patterns that characterised his ancient family, the S that symbolized the beginning of Slytherin, and the shoddy forgery.

In the box, there was a lonely note.

It reads:

To the Dark Lord

I was dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I'm willing to die, for you to meet an opponent who was just a mortal of flesh and blood.

—— .B.

Voldemort's eyes began to be extremely bloodshot, and anger surged wildly.

. B？

Regulus?

It only took him a slight thought to know the answer.

It's all too obvious.

The Black family betrayed him and even destroyed his Horcruxes.

Voldemort walked out of the cave with a grim expression, threw the werewolf as the key to the desert island, left him to fend for himself, and then apparitioned to the office of the Daily Prophet.

Lucius leisurely sipping afternoon tea at the newspaper office, leaning back in his chair, looking very leisurely.

But the sharp pain in his left arm startled him, and he saw the Dark Lord appear in front of him.

"Lucius......" Voldemort played with his wand, his bloodshot eyes indicating that he was not in a good mood.

"I ask you, where is my diary, which I once entrusted to you for safekeeping. ”

Lucius's face stiffened suddenly.

"Lord, master, once the Ministry of Magic was going to search for something...... Lucius explained with a slight stammer, changing his previous calm demeanor.

"That means the things I gave you are gone, aren't they?"

"Avada suo!"

Lucius's hair stood on end, but he didn't dare to raise his wand to resist, so he closed his eyes as if giving up, and was killed

The green light shattered the vase behind him, and the porcelain pieces flew 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 affects judgment, and I'm short of people right now, Lucius, but I want you to know that your life was picked up"

Cold sweat slid down Lucius's thin chin and dripped onto the table in front of him, soaking the latest issue of the newspaper.

"Master......" Lucius shuddered and gave up his place.

Voldemort casually walked over and sat down slowly, his fingertips sliding lightly over the table.

His brain was racing right now.

The diary and ring are missing, the gold cup is confirmed to be burned, and the Slytherin locket is dropped.

Also uncertain is the crown hidden at Hogwarts.

The only thing that is certain is Nagini.

The first time Voldemort somewhat regretted his arrogance.

But even if there is a little hope, he has to confirm it.

Hogwarts was also set up as a target by him.

The unleashing of war is about to be accelerated.

Just as he was deep in thought, with a crisp sound, the glass window not far in front of him suddenly shattered, and a parchment roll was rolled into a sharp blade, and slammed into the wall beside him, the tail of which kept shaking.

Voldemort's eyes froze, and he was about to tear it off the wall.

The parchment suddenly broke free from its restraints, spread out in mid-air, and began to burn, and the dark blue flames suddenly jumped into the air, gradually transforming into words, shaking in mid-air and illuminating the whole room.

"I hope this news will be published in the Daily Prophet. The line was fleeting.

"Dark Lord, I'd rather call you Voldemort than by that name. ”

"They are afraid of you, but I don't. ”

"You interfered with a great duel, my revenge. ”

"The fruit of vengeance must be plucked with your own hands. ”

"I know, you're going to be weird. ”

"Defeat me, and you'll get everything you want to know. ”

"However, in view of your bad personality and despicable sneak attack, I will decide on the location of the duel and make a decision. ”

The flames in mid-air suddenly shook for a moment, revealing a few letters, and then emerged—

"Hogwarts. ”

"Hogwarts?" Voldemort looked elusive.

I have to say that the coincidences are very interesting.

I wanted to declare war with the help of public opinion, but it directly and almost turned into a declaration of war in person.

There are always strange, unforeseen surprises in the plan.

The anger of the renunciation 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, and it is obvious that Voldemort is the latter who gets bad news one after another.

A succession of "bad news." On the contrary, he recognized the reality.

Venting and anger only interfere with judgment.

Whether it was the Ravenclaw crown, the Grindelwald battle, or the meaning of Hogwarts' very existence, the Dark Lord made the decision.

What's more, the shame of his back defeat has to be washed away by himself - the savior, also at Hogwarts.

Suddenly there are a lot of reasons that cannot be refused.

The flame in front of him was suddenly blown away by a hurricane.

Voldemort gently stroked the armrest of the armrest, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his scarlet eyes.