Chapter 109: Dark Devil Crisis

Someone had given the amulet to Harry, but Harry wasn't sure who it was.

The wizard that came to Harry's first thought was of course Albus Dumbledore, and when he was at school, the Headmaster had left a note on his bed with the Invisibility Cloak of the Deathly Hallows.

But the headmaster's extremely personal circle and circle font, Harry remembered very well, was definitely different from the font on this note. Harry turned to look at Sirius, he had already left, if it was given to him by the godfather, he could have made it clear that Sirius didn't want the kind of person who would leave a note, so who was it?

"Hey, Harry, we've got to go, the train is about to leave. Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "What are you holding in your hand, you don't seem to have it yet?"

"It's nothing, I don't know where it came from," Harry said, putting away the locket, "let's go." ”

On the other end, Voldemort left Platform Nine and Three-Quarters unobtrusively. When he reached the empty corner of the station, he removed the Transfiguration Charm from his body, and then the apparition shifted----- the Dark Lord didn't realize it at all, or he didn't care if there was a tail behind him.

A faint gray mist appeared from the void, and then like an illusion in a mirror, a wizard slowly appeared.

It's been a long time since the Kirin Wizard has appeared, and according to Hermione, he should be in the monastery of the sea, conducting secret research. And he did, and until three days ago, Andrew was conducting an extremely important study with Queen Anne--- the diary, which contained one-seventh of the Dark Lord's soul!

What a magical number, seven, even Queen Anne didn't care and praised this number. It's a pity that this number is not a very good thing for the Dark Lord.

The soul has been split too many times, and of course the possibility of the Dark Lord surviving has greatly increased. But the side effect was that his soul power was greatly weakened. Now it seems that the Dark Lord did not choose an irreversible way to conceal his Horcrux, but instead gave the Dark Lord a chance to repair the loopholes--- as long as the Dark Lord found the right way, he still had the hope of regaining full soul power.

Things often get worse than they think, and the Dark Lord's predicament is no different--- his Horcrux is not only lost by Lucius, but even more unfortunately, it is in the possession of a powerful wizard.

Although he had appeared from the void, Andrew was still like a phantom in a mirror, with a strange sense of blur, Andrew looked down at the Yi Disk in his hand---- which had an extra sign on it---- extremely complex transfiguration, the diary was deformed, and what was even more incredible was that Queen Anne had confused the soul of the Dark Lord in an unprecedented way!

Unlike all the hands and signs of the Yi Disk, the signs formed by the diary are black, exuding an ominous atmosphere. Andrew frowned slightly, the situation was much better than he thought--- the Dark Lord didn't find out that his Horcrux was less than ten meters away from him, which showed that a series of magic had worked, and what made Andrew even happier was that according to the original design, Andrew began to use the "stripping" magic and began to strip the consciousness of this soul, if he succeeded, Andrew would not only be able to obtain all the benefits of this soul, but also maybe affect the main consciousness of the Dark Lord!

Determining that things were going much smoother than expected, Andrew waved his wand--- like a mirror shattered, Andrew shattered into countless pieces, and then the fragments turned into gray mist and dissipated with the wind.

Phantom Migration is like forcing yourself into a strange tube, and even the Dark Lord can't change this feeling--- so the Dark Lord prefers to fly rather than use this uncomfortable way of traveling.

The new destination is a dark, dirty, black-water alley. There was a foul sour smell on his face, but the dark lord's face did not change. He looked left and right, made sure everything was in order, and strode out. When he stepped onto the junction of Tumbledown Alley and Diagon Alley, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged clerk.

The goblins of Gringotts received him no different than anyone else. With the help of advanced magical prowess, he effortlessly retrieved the gold cup stored in the Lestrange family's vault, leaving no trace that could be traced.

Soon, Voldemort appeared in the garden of an old house. The house stands on a hillside, and although the exterior walls have left traces of the weather, they are still exquisite. If you compare it to the other houses of Little Hangleton, it can be said to be luxurious.

After discovering that the Malfoys were not loyal and reliable, Voldemort planned to find a new place for himself to stay. Until then, he had lived in another manor not far from Riddle's old mansion--- and the Dark Lord couldn't say why, even though the mansion had been completely destroyed---- Tom had put all the protection he knew inside and out, using it as a temporary shelter and command post.

The Dark Lord's robes and sleeves entered the door, and there were already people waiting in the living room. "The hosts. Barty Crouch Jr. bowed deeply.

Voldemort waved his hand. He stepped over the thick Persian carpet and sat down on a high-backed chair at the end. "You've found everything you're looking for?"

"Yes, master. Little Crouch immediately responded, offering in both hands a very ordinary-looking box that had been opened.

Voldemort didn't answer. He reached out and took out a thick book from inside, and after a cursory look at a few pages, the corners of his mouth hooked up with satisfaction. "Very good. ”

Little Crouch's eyes flashed with ecstasy, but he tried to make himself appear more presentable and poised---- as if he were still the same fanatical Death Eater. "It was a privilege to have the affirmation of the hosts. ”

"Put it down. Voldemort commanded, "You can go." ”

Crouch Jr. only did the first half as he was told. "Master," he said, laying down the box, carefully crafting his words, "I think I can do something for you." ”

Voldemort stared at his subordinates. He could tell that little Crouch was telling the truth, and he could see the uneasiness that was trying to suppress behind the other man's eyes - why would the Dark Lord prefer to do it himself now? He said simply.

Little Crouch opened his mouth, and he stopped talking.

The Dark Lord leads a huge force, and at this time the four forces are competing, he obviously has a lot to do, such as expanding his power and reinvigorating his power. They've been busy with these things all month of July. But starting in August – after Nicol Lemay disappeared after the Dark Lord's attempts to understand that prophecy failed, to be exact, things changed significantly.

The new directives have become more secretive. Not to mention the Order of the Phoenix, even the Death Eaters don't know what the others are doing. The Dark Lord himself is even more rebellious and reclusive, often spending all day long, or staying alone and not seeing anyone. No Death Eater didn't want to figure this out, but everyone had to guess.

What's going on? Is there anything wrong with the Dark Lord?

Voldemort wasn't surprised that Crouch Jr. could guess in the right direction.

As a Dark Lord, he was indeed used to commanding from above, but Horcruxes were different. He wouldn't tell anyone that he made a Horcrux, because it was about his life; Gone, he had a more and more bad feeling.

He is even less likely to leave the rest of his work to others. Checking that the Horcruxes were okay and finding a new, safer hiding place was a priority he had set for himself.

Plus, he wouldn't really do anything to the boy until he figured out the issues with wand flashbacks, prophecy content, accidental horcruxes, and shared lives. There were too many, so much for him to prepare......

"There's a lot to do," Voldemort said softly, affirming Crouch Jr.'s thoughts.

Hearing this, little Crouch's expression brought a hint of joy. "Is there anything I can do for you, master?"

Voldemort didn't answer immediately. He turned his head sideways, his gaze resting on the mantelpiece.

It was empty, except for a few heavy, worn leather books—the genealogies of the Slytherins, Gaunts, and Potters, and a few old books of prophecy, the main object of his study throughout July. It was because he couldn't find any of Potter's kinship with any of the Parseltongues in the family tree that he took the risk of verifying it himself.

"As for the question of the twin wands," Voldemort said slowly, "Ollivander's answer is not satisfactory to me. In fact, far from it. I need you to look for everything related to it, and it's best to have examples. ”

Little Crouch knew about it. Ollivander had been taken captive by the Death Eaters, but the Dark Lord didn't want to startle the snake, so after being cast and forgotten, the Wandsmith was brought back. It must be said that twin wands are so rare that they are indeed a problem. But he did not hesitate to answer: "Do as you command, master. ”

Voldemort looked at the box again, which had been laid out in an upright position. "First the genealogy, then the blood, then the wand...... It's a long and boring job, isn't it?"

"Of course not, master. "It's my pleasure to serve you—whatever." ”

Voldemort foresaw this answer. He nodded, his gaze nonchalantly falling on the other's lowered head, "I went to the Ministry of Magic last night. ”

Contrary to his equally nonchalant tone, the content is explosive. Little Crouch jerked his head up, unable to hide his surprise at all. "Master, are you going to ......" to release the imprisoned Death Eaters?

"Nope. Voldemort whispered a repudiation of what Crouch Jr. had not said. "It's not time to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic can hold back the Order of the Phoenix for a while. ”

Little Crouch's eyes widened. As long as the Dark Lord is willing, his companions can overthrow the Ministry of Magic at any time--- the current Ministry of Magic is like rotten wood hollowed out by termites, with the slightest external force, it will collapse with a bang------ of course, when the Ministry of Magic loses its usefulness. He could imagine how the Dark Lord could demonstrate his power and force the Dementors into submission.

"You subdued those monsters, those Ministries of Magic, they should have become your strength, and now the Ministries of Magic are toothless beasts, waiting to die. ”

Voldemort laughed silently. "You're much smarter than Lucius, Barty. ”

At the last word, little Crouch trembled imperceptibly because of excitement. "Thank you very much, master," he said, "but I'm a little selfish—I don't want to be compared to a hypocrisy who plays on the spot, not at any time." ”

That might have been too direct, but Voldemort laughed. "Again, Barty. He nodded appreciatively, "The Dark Lord is sure you have his highest trust. ”

"My great honor, master. Crouch Jr. bent deeply. "I'm going to do what you want me to do. He couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart—

Lucius Malfoy is finished. The Dark Lord lashed out at him, then moved out of Malfoy Manor to Azkaban...... With a large number of Death Eaters desperate to serve the Dark Lord, the Malfoys' status has plummeted.

And what about him – Barty Crouch Jr.?

A strange red light flashed in Little Barty's eyes--- the Dark Lord thought it was a bloodthirsty crazy light, of course he didn't know that the will to destroy the world had long surpassed ordinary madness, and then became a kind of rule, successfully covering Little Barty's thoughts, no wizard could penetrate the will of destruction!

The Dark Lord told him about his origins and didn't mind letting him read the Gaunt family tree, no one knew what the Dark Lord was doing, and he had just learned something big......

He is already the Dark Lord's most faithful servant and is about to become the closest to the Dark Lord!

As long as the opportunity is right........

Soon, Crouch Jr. left. Voldemort put away his smile and pulled the gold Hufflepuff cup he had just gotten from his sleeve. Add to that the lost Slytherin locket, the gold ring from the ruins of Gaunt's house, and the Ravenclaw crown still in the Room of Requirement, all of ...... Not counting the Potter boys, of course, it was a tragic accident.

"When are you going to let me join them?"

As he spoke, a large snake swam out of the staircase, it was Nagini ---- the new secret of the Dark Lord, and the soul he separated again was not --- Horcrux, Nagini, who was reborn in a strange way!

The serpent had just been napping upstairs, and Voldemort woke up as soon as he returned, but it didn't want to disturb him telling things. "Haven't you thought about it yet, Voldy? I want to reiterate once again that there is a delicate connection between us, and I thank you for giving me --- ---- wisdom. ”

Voldemort looked up, a rare flash of surprise in his scarlet eyes--- even the Dark Lord wondered--- Nagini had become ---too smart! It could hardly be considered an animal.

"I know. The Dark Lord replied softly, "But things have changed now. ”

"Because of the boy?" the serpent asked, swimming up to Voldemort's side, tail coiled around the man's bare ankles, and triangular head raised. "Have you decided what to do with him?"

"The soul piece on his body had better be recovered. Voldemort had long been accustomed to the cold touch of scales, and he had lived in such a body for a long time--- but at this time, there was a slight strangeness in his heart, "And it is paradoxical that a person cannot reclaim his soul and split it at the same time." ”

The serpent was a little impatient. "Then take it back and kill him again!"

Voldemort nodded, then shook his head again. "The book says that retrieving the soul piece requires repentance and a real awareness of what you have done. He said, suddenly angry, "I can't imagine this!"

As soon as the word "confession" came out, the living room fell into extreme silence, as if some terrible taboo had been broken. The portrait of the fake sleep on the wall opened its eyes, and there was not a trace of expression on the handsome face.

Nagini didn't want to mention anything that would upset Voldemort. "Is there any other way?" it shifted to the glittering objects on the table, "take that boy with you, like them?"

For anyone else, Voldemort had already done that. But the thing is, Harry Potter isn't anyone else. "No one will take the prophesied enemy with them," he said exasperatedly. "Not to mention that Potter could be a bait entirely, a bait specifically aimed at me!"

"But that boy is your Horcrux. You won't be in trouble with your Horcruxes under Dumbledore's nose?" the serpent asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say that Dumbledore had already guessed it?"

Voldemort's face was still not good-looking, but it was a little better than before. "I know Dumbledore. He wouldn't hurt Potter, even though he knew Potter was my Horcrux. ”

If Nagini had eyebrows, he must have raised them high.

At this moment, the portrait took over: "Indeed, that is the common weakness of those people. He snorted coldly, and he couldn't say that there was no contempt, "Moreover, destroying the soul piece can only be achieved by destroying the container, but now our lives are bound." "That means no one can kill Harry unless they can kill the Dark Lord at the same time!

Can't kill and can't kill, Nagini now understands why Dumbledore avoided Harry. "That's the best he can come up with," it dawned on him, "he's going to protect the boy!"

This was good news for Voldemort. "Potter doesn't like that," he said, smirking, "and so, when I saw him questioning the elf, I took out the fake and gave it to him overnight." ”

"What did you do?" said Nagini, raising her head a little higher in concern.

"The impasse has to be broken," Voldemort declared, not without pride, "and that means that a private connection with Potter must be attempted—he and me." As long as I do it well, he can help me do things that no one else can't. ”

"That's right," the portrait agreed, with a smirk on his face, "just like you, I'm ready." ”