Voldemort grinned horribly, but his red eyes were emotionless, and he took the shriveled eyeball with veins and meridians out of the glass cover he was dragging on, and flew it in Gregor's direction - it made the eyeball and veins look like an octopus.

"Take it with you. Voldemort said, "Dear Gregor, show me if this eye in your family's collection is a real thing, and if it kills if it is put on and removed... If you're lucky enough to make sure it's real, and then survive later, I'll allow you to offer me more services later..."

Lucius's pale face was expressionless, and he realized that although the Dark Lord often lost control, the defeat in that duel had made him somewhat cautious - he didn't directly use the artifact that didn't feel magic at all on his own body.

"Fool, can't you hear the Dark Lord's orders?" Lucius urged, "Master, let me help him do it!"

Grigor bit his lower lip with trembling teeth, tears of extreme fear in his eyes, he knew that he could not resist, that he really had no other choice, and he raised his right hand tremblingly, in order to live.

Voldemort's murderous gaze did not take off the wizard in front of him who was lying on the ground like mud, and he continued to hiss softly, "Lucius, how is the progress on your friend Rudolphus's side?"

"The hosts... Lucius sent a letter to explain..."Lucius didn't dare to slack off, he carefully paid attention to the wording, "Master, because every corridor and room in the ruins is set up with multiple spells, and these spells are from ancient times and our modern magic is a little different, so the progress of the spell solvers is relatively slow..."Lucius noticed Voldemort's frown and hurriedly said, " But Rudolphus didn't dare to be brutal in this regard, if he forced his way into the trap and caused the outbreak of the dead point man, it was nothing, but if he caused a landslide, it even caused the heart of Vik inside to be destroyed... That's really bad for you, master, so the progress is slow... But that's why we think it's really inside..."

"It's too slow... Urging him... I don't think you or your friends would want me to do it myself—" Voldemort's impatient compromise was heard, and suddenly a cry of anguish sounded, long, miserable, as if in answer to his words.

Blood trickled down Grigor's left eye socket, and with a terrible scream, his original eyeball slipped to the ground, gurgling and rolling into a pool of blood... Grigor gasped in pain, his hands were covered with blood, and he trembled and lifted the glass cover in front of him, gently pinched the dry eye, pressed it to the socket, and the human eye squeezed directly into his right eye socket, and was soaked with blood, instantly plumped, and turned wildly in his eye socket.

The corners of Voldemort's distorted mouth twitched and mocked, "Lucius, it seems that he is more efficient than Rudolphus." ”

When the parched eye stopped rolling, the skin around Grigor's eye socket cracked like cracked earth, and the whole socket was blackened, and the little dry eyeball seemed to be connected by thousands of red blood strands, like woven spider webs and broken glass, and it was glued to the eye socket so abruptly.

Grigor gasped in pain, his new eyes couldn't even close at all, and he collapsed on the floor, shivering, sweat and blood mixed together until the pupils of the Eye of Vekena suddenly froze at Voldemort, who was watching in front of him.

Without warning, Grigor's drooping fingers moved, and a flame was released by his wandless spell to obscure everyone's view, and then, Grigor's new eyes suddenly released a continuous ray from behind the flames, a red ray that looked like the blood vessels on the stalk from before, rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and disappeared in an instant, but the rays from Vicna's Eye, although powerful and swift, hit a Death Eater behind Voldemort - the Death Eater was instantly wrapped in layers of red silk threads into a red mummy, and then shattered with a "boom", as if all the life force had been drained by these red silk threads, scattered into a gray dregs.

Under the influence of Vic's Eye, Grigor, who had been cowering and cowardly, sat up straight, and continued to sweep the Death Eaters in front of him with a ray of madness.

As the Death Eaters began to fuss and flee in all directions, Voldemort had reappeared behind Grigor who was still in a state of losing his mind, his leather boots slammed on the ground, bent down and pinched the neck of the heir of the Monte family with his left hand like a large pale spider, and slashed directly at Grigor with Vicner's hand, which was struck by the ray, but nothing happened.

Voldemort watched the other man's reaction as he pulled it out: "It is said that the power of the Eye of Victor changes with the new owner, but one thing is certain: those who are unfortunate enough to possess it have never had anything good happening. It is destined to betray its wearer at moments of great importance and turn his back on him when he needs his strength most. ”

And as if realizing that he was about to be removed, the eyes of Vicna in the chapped sockets turned wildly irregularly, and Grigor's hair quickly turned gray, his skin was old and gray, as if he had lost all moisture, and his skin appeared black markings... Grigor seemed to lose all his vitality in an instant, and the pupils of his intact eye gradually faded.

Voldemort's red eyes were brighter, and the two cat-like eyes were aimed at the Vicna Eye, and after it had sucked all the life force, with a thud, and when Voldemort raised his hand again, it was the one that had left its socket and looked like it was still shriveled in the withered fingers that had left its socket - and Grigor could no longer see his former youthful appearance, like a skeleton wrapped in dry skin, long since he died.

"Dear Grigor, it seems that you are not favored by luck... But I'm about to own all three of these artifacts!This will suppress the curse and give me even more power!" Voldemort opened his mouth as he watched the body of the heir of the Monte family, muttering nervously at his corpse, and he began to reach his fingers into his own left eye socket...

In the Neumengard Wizard's Prison in Bavaria, Germany, near Austria, a flame appeared out of thin air in a corridor at the top of the cold, dark, distant tower that had been magically used to prevent apparitions.

Footsteps could be heard in the corridors of the topmost prison, and the walls on both sides of the corridor glowed faintly with magical lamps glowing faintly on the golden stars dotted with the purple magic robes of the visitors. As he approached the middle cell, the man stopped, straightened his pointed wizard's hat with a crooked head, and moved on, seeing the goal of his trip.

The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, was already standing straight at the railing of the cage, a little blessed, but he was smiling at the man in his formal suit as if he had been waiting for a long time, and the pupils of his prophetic eyes were still activating - the couch in the cell still showed traces of the time he had been sitting on, a bucket of half-empty popcorn was on the small coffee table next to him, and the TV in the cell was still playing Hogwarts Floating City.

Dumbledore's magical robes swayed like waves, and the phoenix Fawkes on his shoulder erupted into flames, and when the fire was over, the white wizard appeared in the cage, and his eyes met Grindelwald's eyes that had returned to normal - the male phoenix on his shoulder had already flown to the snack pile and began to peck at the popcorn.

"I think I know this poor little boy in front of me... Exorcised by Hogwarts, misunderstood by the people he helped... No one understands, is not treated kindly, but is brave ... Very brave. Grindelwald comforted him with his characteristic elegance like a parent trying to persuade a fallen child to get up, and he walked as he walked towards Dumbledore, almost close to the other, and Dumbledore could feel the sweet smell of caramel from the other's breath.