The two of them shrunk their necks in frighten at the name. Ron's face turned white, and Hermione could barely find her voice, "So this time...... What's going on?"

"You ask me, seriously?" Harry's suppressed anger ignited at once. "I've been kept in the dark, and I don't know anything but almost died!" he tried to make himself seem less concerned, but his voice was still a little louder, startling Hedwig and Piggy who were perched on the closet, and their throats hurt even more.

After a suffocating silence, Hermione stared at Harry, her eyes glistening and she was about to cry. "It's our fault, Harry...... I'll be angry too......"

Ron opened his mouth and decided to say something to save the situation. "This shouldn't have happened," he whispered...... "The Order of the Phoenix has sent someone to follow you at every turn." If it weren't for Montungus's desertion......"

Unfortunately, this seems to have only added fuel to the fire. "Aha, that's great," Harry interrupted him almost rudely, "so no one but myself knows I'm being followed?"

The other two exchanged worried looks, as if they were expecting the situation. Then Hermione spoke again, "That's it...... Let's tell us first, okay? We're really worried about you. There was a choked sobs in her voice. "We'll tell you what we know, all we know!"

Harry sat heavily on the edge of the bed, he wanted to talk to Andrew Lee now, not the two friends--- Hermione and Ron were of course loyal, but sometimes they were so close that Harry was afraid that a thorn in his body would hurt them, Andrew was different, Andrew and Harry always maintained the trust of a friend, while maintaining a proper distance,.

"Okay, deal. Harry had been deceived for so long, and had escaped death again, and he felt that he should continue to be angry now, instead of feeling the guilt that welled up after yelling, but his habit of kindness over the years made him nod in frustration, "Hermione, Andrew wasn't with you, I went to look for him, but I didn't find him."

Hermione was stunned, "I haven't seen him in the past few days, he seems to have left school for the south, I don't know what he's going to do." Leave him alone, let's talk about you first. ”

At this time, Andrew was in the sea monastery in the south, and he was doing a very important thing with Queen Anne, which would even affect the future of the wizarding world.

Harry was slightly disappointed, he felt that Andrew could feel his anger without being hurt by his anger, looking at Hermione's undried tears, Ron's pitiful appearance, Harry slowly recounted how Voldemort attacked him.

It took Harry a lot more time to tell the story than it did to Montungus. Because Hermione couldn't resist going downstairs to find the bruising ointment, and Ron brought Harry two cups of hot water.

Ron and Hermione screamed together when Harry spoke of Voldemort silently breaking his Iron Armor Curse and that he had fallen to the ground when he came back to his senses, and when Harry said that Voldemort had dangled him against the wall with one hand and was almost suffocating, the blood on their faces faded completely. Compared to Voldemort, the Dementors became an appetizer.

“…… He said he could see that I didn't know anything and left. Harry ends with this sentence. As for Voldemort's expectation that they would meet again and the dear little friend, he didn't feel the need to tell Ron and Hermione—especially Hermione, who would have panicked.

There was silence in the room for a while, save for Hedwig's occasional click. Harry could tell from the expressions on his two best friends that they were more confused than he was, and his mood finally calmed down.

“…… Why?" Ron stared blankly into the air, "The mystery man might be able to kill you with a few more seconds, isn't that what he dreamed of?" Hermione slapped him hard, and he snapped back to his senses, "Oh, I mean, it's great you're okay, Harry!"

Harry didn't care, because he thought so too.

But Hermione seemed anxious to turn away from the dangerous subject. "You're saying he's read your mind at least three times, right? The reason for his abandonment should be in your head!"

That's why Harry was upset. He'd been rummaging through his head for the past day, and he didn't know what had caused Voldemort to make that bizarre decision. If Voldemort hadn't suddenly done something to keep his scar from hurting, he would have been able to guess something based on the Dark Lord's emotional reaction, right?

"I don't know, but I feel like he invaded me back and forth three times. It seemed that he had the longest memory of that diary. Journals are certainly a reason. But I don't think Voldemort would be so angry at the destruction of a normal dark magic object," he mused, "it was a diary, and Voldemort reacted as if he wanted his life." He began to ponder, not noticing that the other two shivered at the name again.

Hermione's face turned pale--- the Dark Lord knew about the diary, and Andrew had told her that it was the Dark Lord's Horcrux! Hermione had also studied with Andrew for a long time, trying to find out the secret, and at that time Hermione had no idea that the Dark Lord would make a strong comeback.

According to Harry, the Dark Lord should have known that the diary was lost from Ginny, so Ginny might be in danger!

Again, silence. Ron slowly tried to break it: "I think it must have a bigger use than a diary. He paused and then asked, "Do you think anyone on our side knows?"

"I don't know. Harry said irritably, "He obviously had a strong reason, and the part he didn't finish was probably a hint that Dumbledore knew. However, Dumbledore obviously wouldn't tell me. He lifted his eyes and took turns observing the other two, "Because I can't be trusted, or does Dumbledore think I can't take care of myself?"

Ron's expression was tinged with panic, and Hermione said anxiously, "Of course not!

Harry didn't hear her explain because his scar exploded out of thin air. The pain came so suddenly and so violently that he didn't even make a sound before he collapsed limply on the bed.

A black hurricane howled above the waves for some reason. Its roar was sharp and frenzied, and it was stormy and vicious in its path.

If Voldemort was furious when he found out that the diary had been killed, then he was now only a thin line away from being truly mad-

In the cliff cave, the Slytherin locket is missing, leaving only a fake. He didn't even bother to fish it out of the stone basin to know that it was fake, and he knew who had done it: before he entered the cave, he had already found traces of intruders, and the only people who knew that there were lockets in this place, and a negligible house-elf......

Well, good, very good! He's got a Death Eater who wants to kill the Dark Lord!

Extreme rage raced through Voldemort's body, scorching his tense nerves. He had to vent it with the greatest force, summoning a cloud of black lightning and setting off a monstrous wave - killing people was no longer satisfying him, he wanted destruction, he wanted destruction!

However, he still remembered what he had to do. After a moment of disheartened rage passed, he slammed the secret door of his mind shut. He couldn't let Potter know what was going on - he had lost another Horcrux, and if Dumbledore found out, it would only make things worse.

Forcing himself to use Occlumency allowed Voldemort to slowly recover from his violent emotions.

He began to realize that whoever took the locket would undoubtedly need two people. The person who drank the potion of despair might not die immediately, but he would never easily leave the cave full of corpses, and the man needed a helper. In addition, if the person had a way to destroy the locket, he would not have to resort to finding a fake to replace it - the only purpose of a fake is to stall for time.

Yes, there are few things in the world that can destroy a Horcrux...... The locket is probably fine.

But there may be an even more terrifying possibility, if the previous guess is correct, all this is a huge conspiracy against herself--- first teach Lily Evans that useful spell, and then tell her that she will kill her child--- maybe Lily Evans was controlled by the Imperius Curse at that time--- the enemy doesn't care about any life as much as himself, the Potters are just a decoy, and the so-called prophecy is just a deliberate message!

The Dark Lord couldn't think any longer, his pale fingers kept trembling, and the green flames of his wand almost exploded!

"Maybe he's right," Tom tried to calm himself down, "maybe it's just a coincidence, it doesn't take much time to verify this...."

The new idea gave Voldemort some comfort. And the crown was unharmed, he had taken a moment to make sure, the ring was in his pocket, and the diamond-shaped gem was cutting against his cold, pale skin through the soft fabric. The cup is with Bella, Bella is by her side, Nagini doesn't have to worry. Now, all he needs to do is make a little effort to get the locket back and check it again...... Dumbledore was most likely aware that he had made multiple Horcruxes, which were never safe to put in place......

Voldemort suddenly stopped in midair. The waves high above his feet lost their magic support and fell vertically, looking very strange, but he didn't care. "Regulus Black," he whispered, his muttering mixed with a murderous intent that had not yet fully faded, "Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black......"

He realized the key.

Regulus died shortly after he hid the locket, which he hadn't cared about, but now it seems like it wasn't accidental. Those who don't speak snake can't open the locket, and Regulus must be a sacrifice for the Despair Potion. But at that time, the wizarding world was his world, and young Black was not only a Death Eater himself, but also a dark magic fanatic around him, who could he ask for help?

A startling speculation loomed.

Voldemort didn't believe anyone would choose between himself and the house-elves to make the house-elves flexible, but the truth was that it was the only possibility. It also meant that he had made a big mistake - the house-elf had not died as he had expected, and that he had left, and then followed his little owner back to the cave and took the real locket.

The cave was covered with an anti-apparition spell, and Voldemort had no idea how the house-elf had escaped. But fortunately, it was not difficult to verify his guesses. Everyone in the Black family can call that elf, and he has a ready-made one right now. It looks like Lucius is lucky this time, the Dark Lord still needs a Malfoy......

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he coldly looked at the nightless lights in the distance. He didn't think of a Muggle at all right now - he needed the keys to the Gringotts vault of the Lestrange family, prepare some punishments for the elf who dared to steal the Dark Lord's relics, and finally, and most importantly, read all the magic he could find about blood and soul, and master more before acting.

Almost immediately, Voldemort had a new, larger, and more elaborate plan in his head. All the threads are tightly connected, firm and stable, and they all point to the principle he has always adhered to - the supremacy of strength.

By the time Harry opened his eyes again, it was already dawn. There was a low murmur around him, and he tried to get up—

"Don't move, Harry!" someone cried out worriedly, it was Sirius. "Lie down a little longer?" Sirius was depressed for a long time by realizing that his godson had become the Dark Lord's Horcrux, and that there might be a part of the soul of James Potter's murderer in his body, but fortunately he had figured it out now, and it wasn't Harry's fault!

Harry shook his head, not surprisingly aware that his scar was completely painless. "It's okay...... I've been in a coma for a long time?" he asked.

Ron and Hermione sat on the edge of his bed on the left and right, while Moody strode towards him from the window. "You've scared the hell out of both of them," he whispered, "and we're still in a meeting, and the kids are making a house tear down." ”

Hermione blushed, and Ron looked at Sirius a little nervously—after all, 12 Grimmauld Place was the ancestral home of the Black family. Sensing the gaze, Sirius nodded back with a clear nod of approval.

"But you should be fine," Moody said, both eyes looking at Harry carefully, "I personally think you just fell asleep afterward...... You certainly didn't get a good night's rest the night before. ”

Harry couldn't deny that. Who can sleep like no one else after encountering Voldemort, let alone racking his brains to find out why the Dark Lord has stopped.

"So, what the hell is going on?" Moody asked again. "Ron and Hermione told me about the earlier incident, but what happened last night?"

"The scar hurts. Harry took the glass of water that Sirius had handed him and took a sip, feeling the fire in his throat burn down a lot, "When he came back, it was much worse than it used to be. ”

Moody nodded, thoughtful. "What is the Dark Lord trying to do this time? Can you feel it?"

Harry struggled to recall. He must have seen something, but the pain made his memories shattered and blurred. "A big black expanse of water, I don't know where," he pondered the exact words, "he was angry, he wanted to kill." ”

"Nothing new under the sun. Moody snorted coldly and asked, "Then?"

"No," Harry's tone inevitably became dry, "that's all. I think he must have found some way to stop me from feeling his thoughts. ”

Sirius stared intently at Harry. "Occlumency. He said softly, "Sounds like that." ”

Moody stared at Sirius thoughtfully for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Harry. "Get a good rest, Harry," he finally assured, "we'll get this straight." ”

The retired Auror walked away with heavy steps, and Harry could hear the old floor creaking under the crutches.

"Anyway, if your scar doesn't hurt later, that's a good thing. Ron was quick to say.

"yes," Harry wasn't as optimistic as he was, "if there wasn't a third thing that drove Voldemort mad." ”

"He-mystery man-" Hermione bit her lower lip, "why are you so angry this time? Sounds like the night before, maybe a little more?"

Harry thought it was the latter. "He was in front of me the night before, but not last night. Considering that the closer he got to me, the more violent my reaction became," he said as he subconsciously touched the lightning-shaped scar, "He must have been angrier last night." ”

The three children looked at each other, unable to figure out what could take Voldemort's anger to a new level.

"Harry, I have a premonition of danger in this connection of yours," Sirius interjected suddenly, to the point, "I think you should learn Occlumency to avoid being affected. ”

Harry was astonished. He couldn't have imagined that his godfather would say that to him. "But......" he tried to convince the other party, "this is a useful source!" "He had always wondered what Voldemort was doing, and what could have been more rapid and accurate than Voldemort's own transmission?

Sirius was unmoved. "The Order of the Phoenix has its own sources, and it can't be at your expense. He said, adding, "I think Dumbledore must have thought so." ”

Hearing the latter sentence, Ron and Hermione immediately showed a "finished" expression.

It's fine not to mention Dumbledore, but Harry is furious at the mention of Harry. "But Dumbledore won't tell me anything!" he said angrily, "and he told you not to say anything to me! I'm not a child anymore! You just said the Order of the Phoenix, but I think I'm just a stranger who has nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Dumbledore had his reasons. Sirius said solemnly and patted Harry soothingly, "But I think you've been through so much and have every right to know about you. ”

More than anything else, those words appeased Harry's anger. "Really?" he was skeptical.

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened in excitement at the same time. Mrs. Weasley has been refusing to tell them anything on the grounds that they are underage and not in the Order of the Phoenix, and that they have also prevented others from doing so.

Sirius clearly guessed what they were thinking. "We'd better hurry up and get ahead of Molly before Harry remembers him. He looked at Harry, his eyes bright, "What do you want to know?"

Harry asked impatiently. "What the hell is Voldemort and me, and what's that prophecy about?"