The wick of the candle burned, crackling.

A ghostly light illuminated a small place, a long shadow, cast on the stone wall behind.

It's a long, narrow room.

The walls are made of rough stone, which looks like a prison cell, and a niche designed by the Cultists for the placement of statues.

But in this room, there are neither prisoners nor statues.

In the dim light of the candle, there was only a pale face and lifeless empty eye sockets, facing the room.

A skull.

The skull sits on a crumbling table against the back wall. The leg bones of the two people were placed on either side, and there were some bottles and cans on the table.

On the wall next to the table, there was a hideous-looking runi snake lying cross-legged, with three heads staring directly at the figure on the wall.

The figure was blurred like a ghost.

The owner of the ghost, standing in front of the wall, with his eyes closed, seemed to be asleep, or perhaps in deep thought.

A servant knelt humbly on the ground, wand aimed at his master's darkening arm, chanting a multitude of incantations.

The potions on the table were all poured on his arms, but the black toxins were only slightly dimmed.

The corrosive effect of the potion brought great pain, and Voldemort opened his eyes.

He had no hair, snake-like, two elongated nostrils, and a pair of sparkling red eyes with perpendicular pupils.

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at Snape, who was treating him.

Snape's gaze was on the wall, and he could see a small patch of faded graffiti—scrawled in ten capital letters.

VOLEDEMORT

"It's French." Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse. "I carved it fifty years ago, but I didn't expect it to be still there."

VOLEDEMORT is Voldemort, which is also his name - Voldemort.

"This room, which I called the 'Reflection Room' back then, was for me to think about death."

Voldemort slowly caressed the walls with the slender fingers of his left arm, touching the French letters that meant "far from death."

"By contemplating the inevitability of death, I gain a valuable insight into the fleeting nature of life."

Snape's gaze shifted from the letters to the fresh skull on the table.

It may sound like a lot of depth, but this room later became a place where Voldemort tortured wizards.

— like Grindelwald's Newmontard Castle.

Not long ago, Voldemort was here, torturing and murdering a Death Eater.

He never thinks about his own death, but about the death of others!

"I taught you the task? How's it going? Severus? ”

Staring at his arm, Voldemort could already feel it clearly? The toxin was eating away at his arm.

That pain tormented him day and night.

Stark...... He was cautious. Snape whispered. He doesn't trust me very much? It's like that stupid dog Blake. ”

"I thought he was so good at potions? Most of it was taught by you. Voldemort spoke sarcastically.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with you, he taught himself?"

"Stark and I have always had a bad relationship." Snape lowered his head.

"Aside from what is taught in the classroom? Have I never been after class? Potions tutoring him. ”

Voldemort frowned, "In addition to his magical attainments, he is also a potions master.

Looks...... William Stark has more secrets than I ever imagined. ”

"Master, with all due respect? Why not be resurrected? Snape earnestly suggested.

"Another body, right? We're all there for you, and this time it's a breeze. ”

Voldemort pursed his thin lips, but did not answer.

In this body, there is Harry's blood and Lily's protective charm!

Wasted so much effort? to get Potter out and resurrect him successfully...... He was reluctant!

A different body? It's a breeze now, but that magical power? And there will be none.

At the very least, he won't be able to touch Harry's skin again!

Death fourteen years ago? Still vivid? That fear of being bounced off by your own death curse? Still haunting Voldemort's mind.

Even with the poison, he was reluctant to change his body until he killed Harry.

"But...... It's time to do both. Voldemort thought to himself.

If Snape couldn't deceive the antidote, this body might not last two years, and sooner or later it would die.

Voldemort had to figure out what had happened.

What that prophecy says - it's in full!!

The candlelight flickered suddenly, and a stream of air blew through, and it dimmed and immediately lit up again.

Lucius Malfoy pushed open the door and entered the cramped room in fear.

He breathed in a choking smell of potion that drilled deeper and deeper into his nostrils.

The room was very humid and the humidity in the air added to the smell.

Malfoy knew that Voldemort was injured, injured by Stark, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

Malfoy did not look up, did not even have the desire to probe the injury, still lowered his eyelids, and said respectfully:

"Master, the conference room has been packed up and is ready to use."

Before Voldemort's fall, it was one of the Death Eaters' strongholds. After his accident, this place was abandoned.

Unexpectedly, many years later, it became a shelter for Death Eaters again.

"No, you don't need a conference room, just say it here."

After all these years of wandering, no one would fully believe Voldemort now.

This time is very important, and he must be cautious in every step.

Therefore, the missions of the Death Eaters are separate and confidential from each other. Once there is a leak, he can quickly find out who is ...... Traitor.

Voldemort looked at Snape, "Good...... You're good to go. Call Avery. ”

Snape packed up the potion, bent down and walked back briskly through the door.

In the room, there are only Malfoy and Voldemort. Malfoy's body tensed, as if terrified.

Crunch!

The door opened again, and Avery walked in briskly, kneeling next to Malfoy.

"It's a completely confidential mission." Voldemort said softly.

"I need you two to get something for me."

"What's it, master?" Avery smiled flatteringly: "As long as you want, wherever you want, we will throw our lives for you." ”

"What if I let you go to Hogwarts?" Voldemort scoffed. "Kill Stark!"

Malfoy swallowed, isn't this going to die?

Avery's eyes were also full of horror, and he looked up and said, "Master, if we enter Hogwarts, I'm afraid we will be discovered by Dumbledore." ”

Voldemort snorted.

Sooner or later, he would enter Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore and Stark with his own hands.

"No need to go to Hogwarts......" he said grimly.

Malfoy and Avery's bodies were noticeably weaker, but then stiffened.

I only heard the Dark Lord say coldly, "We're going to go to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and help me get something." ”

Malfoy and Avery looked at each other uneasily.

Where is the Ministry of Magic so easy to break into, and go inside to steal things.

"What, is there a problem?" Voldemort's red eyes stared at the two of them, his gaze sharp.

"Of course there is no problem, master!" Avery took the lead and said smartly. "As long as you give the order, any problem, no longer a problem."

It's a step slower!

Malfoy was secretly annoyed in his heart, and he didn't lick the Dark Lord for more than ten years...... The skills are a little rusty.

"Do you have any plans?" Voldemort approaching Avery.

"Perhaps, we can control the Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries." Avery proposed.

He glanced at Malfoy and said sinisterly:

"Lucius and Secretary Fudge have always had a good relationship. He can go and donate the building and take advantage of the opportunity to use the Imperius Charm to control Broderick Bode in the Department of Mysteries. ”

Malfoy sneered at Avery.

Let him take the risk, and let him donate the building?

Mean guys!

Voldemort stepped on Avery's head, put his wand on Malfoy's chin, leaned in front of his face, and asked:

"Do you have a problem?"

"I ...... I ......"

Looking at the ugly face that was close at hand, Malfoy's face changed at the speed of light, and he licked flatteringly:

"Of course, no problem, even if I donate all of the Malfoy's property, I don't have any problem, master.

But ......"

"But what?"

"I want Avery to help me, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task alone, don't delay your big business."

Avery snorted inwardly, glaring coldly at Malfoy.

"Of course." Voldemort lazily said, "I'll give you two months, and I don't want to hear any news of failure." ”

He smiled coldly.

"What will the loser endure...... You get the idea. ”

Malfoy and Avery shivered.

"What do we need to steal, master?" After a moment, Malfoy couldn't help but ask.

"One...... Prophecy Ball! About me and Harry Potter! ”

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