Voldemort's hiding place may be known to some people, but it is possible that most people do not know...... Similar to the Ministry of Magic, even if it knew Voldemort's true hiding place, it would never send a large number of Aurors to hunt down Voldemort, if Voldemort was rebounced by Harry Potter and his spell was left in a state of geismus, then the Ministry of Magic would vigorously track down his whereabouts.

But in his heyday, Voldemort was not in charge of the Ministry of Magic, and the Aurors and Order of the Phoenix could only play tricks with the Death Eaters, and King vs. King still let characters like Dumbledore or Sherlock deal with Voldemort.

Moody was strong enough, and became the leader of the Order of the Phoenix after Dumbledore's death, and half of the criminals in Azkaban were captured by him, but unfortunately he was killed in seconds when he met Voldemort.

This shows how big a big gap between Dumbledore and Voldemort and ordinary wizards is.

Sherlock can easily ask Voldemort's hiding place through Lucius, or Voldemort may have deliberately reminded Lucius that he could contact the Mephisto family, so the current Malfoy family group represented by Lucius has become a role of indirect communication between the two sides.

Voldemort was hiding in a deserted castle in the far north of Ireland, a completely deserted place, in ruins from the outside, full of towering stone walls and dilapidated towers.

But the interior of the interior has been modified by the Death Eaters.

It seems that Voldemort has lived very comfortably here after returning from the tiger, and Peter Pettigrew, who is being chased by Blake, has become Voldemort's doorman-like character, standing outside to greet Sherlock's arrival.

"Honorable ...... Dear Master Sherlock...... Come in...... Please come in ......" Peter Pettigrew couldn't utter a flowery greeting statement, and it was good that he didn't frighten Sherlock when he saw him.

Now Pettigrew is only surviving by Voldemort's side, obviously an important subordinate who resurrected Voldemort, but in fact, Voldemort doesn't pay attention to Pettigrew at all, and any Death Eater looks down on this guy who betrayed his friend.

"Pettigrew...... I've been looking good lately. Sherlock said leisurely.

This time he brought two people with him, the patriarch of the Prince family, Garrett Prince, and the patriarch of the Addams family, Lupo's father, Panfch Adams.

Anyway, Sherlock thought it was weird when he first came out with these two, after all, his son and daughter were good friends with him, and his father became a subordinate of the Mephisto family, which was really weird enough.

They came in the form of Zeus, the Hormiz of Clouds, descending from the sky, and probably all the Death Eaters around here should have seen it.

Peter Pettigrew welcomed them into the ruins of the castle, and Lucius stood uneasily outside at a door before entering the hall.

"Sherlock, you're still here...... Originally, I thought you were just going to give him a message, but I didn't expect to come in person, it's too risky. Lucius said anxiously when he saw Sherlock.

"Lucius, I'm not a dishonest person, after all, I've promised Voldemort to personally send him a birthday gift, if it's just a message, wouldn't it seem that I'm too arrogant." Sherlock smiled and continued, "Besides, I don't think there's any risk in this, are you worried that I'll be at a disadvantage if I make a move with him?" Death can't kill me......"

Lucius shook his head, "No, I'm worried that if you do it, it will affect us little people. ”

Sherlock "......"

However, as the godfather, Lucius still gave Sherlock a few words, and then opened the dark green door of the hall to let Sherlock and Garrett and Panfch in.

"Oh...... Look...... Look, our honored guest is finally here......" As Sherlock entered, he saw the old god Voldemort sitting directly across from the long table.

Around them sat a circle of unmasked Death Eaters.

Voldemort got up to greet Sherlock, and the rest of the group naturally didn't dare to sit any further.

"Good look, Mr. Voldemort, remember what I said when I was at Riddle's graveyard? Will personally come and give you a birthday gift, as the Dark Lord you deserve it. Sherlock sat at the end of the long table across from Voldemort.

Then he snapped his fingers leisurely, and a large glass jar appeared in front of him, and then there was a ribbon tied to the outside of the glass jar and a bow tied to it.

"Thanks, but what is it?" Voldemort watched in amazement as his Death Eaters placed the large jar in front of him, feeling a little inexplicable.

Don't quite understand what the hell this is.

There are a few black things soaked in it, which look like small snakes, and the liquid is also black, and there are some herbs, sticks and the like in it, and some bugs and scorpions.

Voldemort felt that he was disgusting enough sometimes, and he didn't expect to be so disgusting to receive a gift.

"Hundred whips of wine! There was a Chinese wizard in Diagon Alley, he sold this kind of thing, the sales were not good, I was the first to buy it from him, but in fact this is a good thing for the big supplement, the hundred whips are made of the whip of a hundred kinds of animals, there are some medicinal herbs and insects in the big supplement, the whip inside is large and small, but it is indeed a hundred kinds of animals, the largest two are the bull whip and the horse whip, the smaller one is the dog whip and the cat whip, the lizard whip and so on...... In fact, it is also small enough to see clearly, there are fish whips and gecko whips and so on......"

Sherlock said it lightly, but in fact, Garrett and Panfch, who knew the real names of these things, looked disgusted, because the two of them were there when they were in Diagon Alley to choose a birthday present for Voldemort.

The most important thing is that this thing is for drinking......

Voldemort and the surrounding Death Eaters didn't quite understand what the whip was......

Then Sherlock Yun said lightly, "It's Ding Ding, Ding Ding of a hundred animals, and after drinking it, he made up for it." ”

"Huh...... It's a novelty enough, Pettigrew put this away, it's a nice ornament, I'm going to put it in the hall as an ornament...... The crafts from China are really good. Voldemort gave the jar to Pettigrew.

"No, no, no! You are mistaken about Mr. Voldemort, this is a tonic drink, not for decoration, but for drinking. ”

The Death Eaters' faces turned pale in an instant.

Voldemort looked at Sherlock as if I wasn't joking, and finally said sullenly, "China...... Profound. ”

"The Renfik family is to blame, but Julian Renfik is dead, but you imprisoned the rest of the Renfik family in Azkaban, which is not a good place." Voldemort smiled, looking very penetrating.

"They're all Death Eaters, they're all criminals, is the Ministry of Magic going to put them in a five-star hotel? And Azkaban is a good deterrent as a prison. Sherlock laughed, and he continued, "Are you planning to arrange for a prison break?" ”

"Since you say so." Voldemort waved his hand, and the door on the other side of the hall opened, and a group of malnourished looking Death Eater wizards walked in from the outside, and Sherlock glanced at them, and saw that the Lestrange couple were at the forefront.

"Looks like you've done that, when, just now?" Sherlock asked.

"It's true that they've been here for a while, and the Azkaban guards aren't very strict, at least after I came back to life, as soon as I communicated with the Dementors over there, they fell to me, and it was the Dementors who helped me free my loyal men." Voldemort said.

"Yes, you've found a natural group of allies, so in that case, it looks like Azkaban will need to recruit a new group of guards as well, and the Dementors will be wanted by becoming your allies." Sherlock sighed, and then said, "I can't stand this kind of creature that is not human or ghost. ”

"The reason why the Dementors came to me in an instant is because you told me two years ago that the Dementors were scared of ......," Voldemort said.

"Now that Mr. Voldemort has found a worthy ally, I congratulate Mr. Voldemort again, and then I think we should leave too." Sherlock stood up.

"I thought you'd stay here for dinner, we should have a lot to talk about, for example, in terms of magic, I've developed a few interesting spells before, but unfortunately it's still a lot different from yours in this regard." Voldemort invited again.

"For example, your spell that deceived the Grim Reaper is very interesting, and when I was at Riddle's graveyard, I felt the presence of the Grim Reaper, and it was a very poignant feeling, as if he was standing in front of me and breathing at me."

"Mr. Voldemort's strength is really profound, and he can actually feel the death of a different latitude." Sherlock blinked, realizing that he had another goal to discuss with Voldemort.

"An improved version of the Horcrux, a stand-in scarecrow, this thing is really good, I regret it a little now, I regret it because I took the wrong path decades ago!"

"Horcruxes are also very perverted, if you didn't make a Horcrux at the time, then the Avada Death Spell you hit on Harry Potter will really reflexively kill you, instead of just breaking up the body, and the soul enters the state of wandering souls, which is completely the existence of the Horcrux to ensure that your soul will not die twice."

"But the ghost feels really bad, as if it has suddenly fallen to the lowest level of life form existence, not even an ant." Voldemort went on to say, "I have been lost in the years of despair for far too long, and at first it was hatred that sustained me...... I even believed that my loyal men would find me and get me out...... But it's a pity ......"

Voldemort looked at the other Death Eaters around him with cold eyes, which made the Death Eaters laugh.

It was as if Voldemort would reward them with a death curse in the next moment.

"I need the kind of people who have a good relationship with me, and you have done this, Homitz, what a strange creature, if I can one day master my own Homitz, and make Homitz with my soul, then even if I fall into the situation of becoming a ghost again, those Homitz who belong to me will quickly find me with the mark of the soul."

Voldemort whispered, "Then bring me back to life." ”

He looked at Sherlock with snake-like eyes, "Think about you're the best in the wizarding world, I heard people talk about you behind my back before I was resurrected, saying that you should be called a living magical treasure in addition to being the Prince of Spells." ”

"You now have the most attractive wizard ...... No! The two great powers of any living being...... Absolutely faithful servants who can be mass-produced! There are also methods of eternal life that do not have any negative effects. Voldemort looked at Sherlock and said, "Tsk, living magical treasure, if you can one day record all the spells you have created, this will surely become the number one treasure that the entire wizarding world will compete for." ”

"The first treasure?" Sherlock blinked, "It's unfortunate that you're right, but I'm actually a big fan of studying spells, and I'm also a good student who likes to take notes, my spell notes, the magic book that records all my spells, has been made." ”

Sherlock snapped his fingers again, and a large, thick magic book suddenly appeared on the table......

The moment this magic book appeared, the eyes of everyone present were drawn to it, and even the weak Death Eaters could not hide the greed in their eyes.

Sherlock underestimated the power of his spellbook, after all, it contained all the spells that Sherlock had developed, and once it was obtained by ordinary wizards, it would be great if they were learned.

Of course, this spell book is not the spell note in Sherlock's soul, and the spell note can only be seen and used by Sherlock alone, and it is engraved on the soul.

And this spellbook is nothing more than a count of all of Sherlock's spells.

Sherlock glanced at the expressions of the people around him, and said with a wry smile, "The number one treasure in the wizarding world, this nickname is really well deserved." ”

"I'd be grateful if you could lend me this book." Voldemort waved his hand slightly, and the spellbook immediately flew towards Voldemort, but halfway through the road it turned around and returned to Sherlock's hand and disappeared.

"The Book of Sherlock!" Voldemort looked at the vanished magic book and couldn't help but say the name.

The Book of Sherlock is a legend that began to circulate in the wizarding world on the eve of Voldemort's resurrection, and it is rumored that the famous Prince of Charms has invented nearly a hundred spells, which range from powerful black magic to a wide range of practical ones.

There are even some that can reform the times.

As long as you get the Sherlock book, you can master the most powerful magical power of the era, and wizarding power is a powerful spell.

Apparently Voldemort believed the rumor and salivated over the Sherlock Book, which recorded permanent immortality without any side effects.

There is also the Soul Giving Charm, which is capable of mass-producing the powerful Hormitz.

As long as he got the Book of Sherlock, who else in this world could subdue Voldemort?

And now they have seen the book, and it has been confirmed by Sherlock himself.