Bulgaria in the southeast of the Balkan Peninsula, the Dark Lord's new temporary base.

In some dark rooms, the torches on the walls were blazing, illuminating the stone floors on the ground, a dozen unlucky ghosts dressed as local wizards were floating headfirst in the air, bursts of gray mist appeared and surrounded the victims, Voldemort was opening his mouth, devouring the gray-white substances that came out of their bodies one by one, the hair of a female Muggle of some age was gradually pale, the original full skin on her body seemed to have been drained of water and became shriveled, and the vitality of the whole person was sucked away by this stream of black smoke- Then it was her soul that was drained, turning the hapless ghost who had been devoured clean in the first place into powder.

The unrefined soul said that the personal consciousness contained in it was also sucked into Voldemort's own head, and the memories and emotions that did not belong to him made Voldemort, who was fighting against it with his head down, and the dark green veins on his bare forehead bulged, and the surging magic and chaotic thoughts made the cheeks that were as pale as wax and bones even more hideous.

After a while, the movement outside the stone wall of the room brought the red-eyed Voldemort back to his senses, but it also made him even more angry when he was disturbed, he waved his wand, and the stone wall seemed to come to life, and the wall opened like a storm eye with a round hole, revealing the outside scene, and then, the Dark Lord's hand without putting down the spell was about to cast the spell again, and the green light began to accumulate on the tip of his staff.

But then, Voldemort's serpent-like face frowned and threw the killing curse against the wall, and the intact red eyes swept coldly towards the door with pupils erect like cats, and he raised his voice, "Bella, you idiot... Watch out for that little thing of yours!!"

It was the Dark Lord's daughter, Delphi, who made the noise, and she had another magical outburst that kept her floating in the air and made a mess of things in the hallways outside. Hearing the sudden screams coming from the room, the little fleshy baby danced and manipulated its floating.

The Dark Lord then stared angrily at Delphi as if held up by an invisible hand, and floated in through the doorway, seeing that Bella did not respond, Voldemort pushed away the baby in the air and crossed her into the hallway: "Nagini, come here." ”

But there was no other sound in the empty hallway, and the baby quickly stabilized after being pushed away, and allowed her to float at an angle just enough to see the tall and thin Voldemort in the room, and the small body paused for a moment, and the big curious eyes grunted in a circle, blinked, and giggled at Voldemort after recognizing it.

Voldemort was a little furious with his prosthetic wand and the Death Eater mark on his left arm and was about to lash at his men, but his right arm sank, and he was hugged by the little soft thing.

With the memories of the victim still in his mind, Voldemort's bloodshot eyes rolled up for a moment, "Go away, little monster!" Voldemort's voice was so cold that it almost froze.

But the little baby was not afraid, she just smiled at him, suspended in the air, she opened her fingers and begged Voldemort to hug, and her body trembled upwards twice.

Voldemort directly reached over with his left hand, grabbed the baby from behind mercilessly with his big hand, threw her aside, and the little body suspended in the air rolled uncontrollably a few times, and before the body hit the wall, it bounced back to the other side under the effect of the magic, bouncing around the room The little guy quacked, she thought it was Voldemort playing with herself.

But the crisp laughter made Voldemort's somewhat impatient face look even more distorted and terrifying, and he thought that the annoying little monster looked down on him.

But then there were a few pops, and the enraged Voldemort ignored the maintenance of his magic, and the few upside-down wizard victims lost their levitation ability and fell directly to the ground, like a puddle of soft mud, which made no sound except for the sound of falling, although they were not dead.

The baby followed the voice, watched these people fall in different positions, and began to let out a sharper rattling baby laugh: "Eh, hey, hey." ”

This caused Voldemort to raise a frown, and he paused for a moment, looking at the little baby carefully, and then raised his wand: "Arvada gnaws big melon!"

A burst of green light flashed, illuminating the baby girl's innocent face.

The victim who fell to the ground before, but did not lose his life, has really lost his life now

"Hey, hey!"

Just as the Dark Lord had just guessed, the kid began to laugh again.

But to Voldemort's surprise, the little monster pounced on him again without giving up, and stretched out his hands to Voldemort: "The little monster doesn't know what fear is?"

Seeing that the other man did not move, Delphi simply floated on his own, allowing his eyes to be at the level of Voldemort, and seemed to be looking at him in detail, and finally the baby raised his fleshy little finger high and inserted it into his father's noseless nostrils.

"Get out of here!" Voldemort's expression instantly became hideous, and the sudden loudness frightened the child who was suspended in the air into a state of falling back and becoming head and foot, and the Dark Lord was very uncomfortable with this situation, he took his right hand behind his back, and his left hand reached down towards the baby, and straightened the child back.

Then, some memories of Voldemort that did not belong to him surfaced in his mind, and finally, he subconsciously turned his head to look out of the room behind him, and after making sure that there was no one at this time, his left hand, which had not been withdrawn, seemed to try to hold the child with some hesitation.

But suddenly, he froze with his left hand, and instead pressed the wand on his right prosthetic arm to the Death Eater mark on his arm, and after a moment, his twisted mouth moved, "I hope what you want to report is so important." ”

The Dark Lord looked at the baby again, this time retracting his hands like an electric shock, then touching his own forehead with the fingers of his prosthetic leg, and then, with anger at himself, he whispered at the corpse on the ground and the little powder that the victim had been involved in: "Weak mudbloods..."

After saying that, having gone through the brief period of confusion of soul sucking, and when Voldemort shook off those false memories that were not his own and caused the temperature of the room to drop by a few degrees, he grabbed the baby by the back collar with his left hand, carried her to Bella's room, and threw her back into the stroller.

Delphi Riddle thought it was still playful and wanted to fly, but the fence on her stroller suddenly rose and converged above her, trapping her in the stroller like a cage.

Then, with a gloomy face, Voldemort stepped out without the slightest hesitation or nostalgia.

Unlike the previous base they occupied, the Bulgarian house they occupied did not have any wealth and resources piled up in the corners, and the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were accustomed to tying their wealth and resources to the Traceless Expansion Charm Pocket hanging from their belts - the personal equipment of these Dark Wizards could also be regarded as another upgrade.

The thick-soled dragon boots on the feet of the Dark Lord, who was steadily advancing, broke the movement in the distance as a makeshift conference room, and quieted the room that was originally the restaurant.