Voldemort's nose fluttered violently in the depths of the Albanian forest, and his eyes swept over the corpse of the ponytail Death Eater who had begun to stink before passing by the watermelon field.

As he walked further, he heard a hissing crawl and stopped.

"Nagini. ”

The mysterious man whispered, hissing louder and louder, and Nagini squirmed quickly through the grass, crawled to Voldemort's side, leaned up and climbed higher and higher, seemingly endlessly, and then put his body on Voldemort's shoulder, its eyes unblinking, its pupils looking vertically at the injuries on Voldemort's bald head.

Voldemort carelessly stroked the serpent with his slender fingers, his eyes looking in the direction where Nagini had come, where Bellatrix had stepped out from behind a tree with his stomach on his stomach.

"Master!" Bella's voice tightened with excitement, and behind her, Nacisa saluted Voldemort with a pale face, but her eyes dodged Voldemort and the snake.

To their right, Lucius and several Death Eaters also came out of the forest after seeing Voldemort appear, and these Death Eaters in black robes flashed through the forest one by one, and they silently gathered around Voldemort and saluted Voldemort, but did not dare to look up at him at all.

Voldemort's head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze first swept over Bella and her tall, intact belly, Bellatrix's face flushed, and her eyes filled with tears of joy, "Master..." she looked at the trauma on the mysterious man's head, and suddenly her whole body was cold, and she couldn't help but rush over and hug the other party, and the mysterious man rarely scolded such an impudent act.

"Very well, you're still here," Voldemort's eyes looked at Lucius, "and many people have been professing their allegiance to me, but only the most loyal ones are still here. ”

Many of them stiffened their heads but breathed a sigh of relief, in fact, if it weren't for Bellatrix's strong opposition to their departure when they found that their master had disappeared for a short time after they returned, they probably would have scattered for their lives after knowing that their master had been defeated in the duel and that the base camp had been kicked in, rather than hiding in the surrounding forest and waiting.

Voldemort's serpent face contorted, and he stood straight as he scanned the dark underground entrance, and when he retracted his gaze, he seemed to notice that Parkinson was there: "Parkinson, besides being useless, you are still a little loyal... How many are left? What's going on here?"

"The hosts... That damn Harris... In our absence, he basically killed all of our people who had been left behind, and emptied most of our belongings... We didn't even have any food supplies left..."Lucius took the initiative to answer his master's question, "There are only some dark magic items left, and according to my judgment, these things are probably illegally traded, and they can't be sold in the market to escape..."

"But the master!" Bela Creeks said in a hoarse and shrill voice, his chest heaving violently, "he finally found the master's room, but it may have been that the master had already carried out an operation and knew about it, so he hurried over... In a hurry, I only had time to steal some books from the master's room..."

Voldemort raised his hideous face and roared, "What about Vic's hand?"

"Sissi, take it out!" Bellatrix shouted to her sister, Narcissa quickly took a glass cover out of her Traceless Stretch Charm handbag, Bella took it and handed it to Voldemort, "Master, some traitors wanted to steal your things before leaving, and Narcissa and I had to put them away to protect them..."

Nagini hissed in Voldemort's ear.

"Since it was Bella who let you go... I won't hold you accountable for your poor protection..."Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at the trembling Narcissa for a long time and nodded, then lifted the lid of the box with his left hand, focusing on the dry hand of the withered man who was upholstered and covered by a glass cover carved with intricate magic patterns, "Very well... Write down the names of those traitors..."

In the blink of an eye, Bella noticed the mysterious man's movements and stared at his right hand, and found that the cuffs of the robe were empty, and she screamed, "Master, your hand!" With that, she staggered down with a big belly, almost kneeling at his feet and trying to touch the severed arm.

Bellatrix has been hiding in the forests of Albania, and none of the Death Eaters who have returned later have been able to fully know the details of their master's duel with Alan Harris, so Bella has never believed other people's claims, she doesn't think her master will lose, but now... Her gaze slid over the gap in Voldemort's severed palm, her eyes full of concern for the man in front of her who was far more important to her than herself.

"You're taking pity on me, Bella. Voldemort set his gaze on Bellatrix's face.

"No... No, the master... I—" Bella shook her head in a panic.

"It's broken," Voldemort whispered, raising his right arm, and his broken wrist was covered by a falling robe, "Harris is in full swing right now... He's got some power I don't know much about..."Voldemort's only intact palm clenched violently, "but I'm not going to lose all the time, I'm only going to win one game with him, as long as I find three Vic's artifacts..."

Bellatrix's eyes welled up with tears, "Master, Bella is willing to go find them." ”

"These words shouldn't come out of your mouth, Bellatrix, Rudolphus Lestrange and Parkinson Sr. will know what to do. Voldemort let the box float in front of him, first casting a protective spell on himself, and then he lifted the lid and took the dry severed hand and pressed it to his own.

The withered, lifeless, disgusting palm seemed to come to life as soon as the port touched Voldemort's severed wrist, and the tendons of the veins wriggled like worms and began to burrow into Voldemort's freshly healed wounds, and then began to suck the life of the mysterious man like leeches.

Voldemort frowned, a little wand in his left hand, an unlucky man was summoned by the Dark Lord with a flying spell, and then he directly put his withered right hand on the arm of the Death Eater, as if he had been quickly drained of his life force, this Death Eater aged rapidly, his young face was quickly wrinkled, his hair turned white, his body was rickety, and he had no reaction except for a few shouts, and finally collapsed to the ground gasping for breath.

The absorbed life force of the Death Eaters was infused into Veck's hand, and after the Vikner's hand satisfied itself, it fed back the excess part, along with the evil and chaos contained in the palm itself, to Voldemort, and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's just that the withered hand of Vicna seems to be unaffected by this external life force, and it is still withered and shriveled, which makes the pale Dark Lord look even more strange when combined with this mummy-like dry and rotten palm.

The mysterious man twitched a few times unconsciously, then came back to his senses and tried to bend the fingers of his new right hand a few times and nodded with satisfaction, he handed the wand in his left hand to the palm of the deceased, the reporter waved the wand, and without chanting the spell, he shot out a green light without hesitation, and a green tree on one side that revealed infinite vitality in the summer instantly lost its life.

Ignoring Bella, who was beginning to be excited and joyful on the side, Voldemort, who was thinking about his Horcrux, grabbed the unlucky guy who had just fallen to the ground, "Wait in place." The mysterious man's voice has become more uncomfortable and frightening.

After he had given an understatement, he apparitioned himself back to England, to Gaunt's old mansion, and in this damp and desolate ancestral house in Great Hangleton, about four or five miles away from Little Hangleton, Voldemort roared angrily after a little inspection, and after a thunderbolt explosion blew up some rooms, Voldemort laughed with satisfaction with the power of the spell, and after a long time he came back to his senses, grabbed the unlucky guy and disappeared again in the same place.

A moment later, in the seaside cavern, the Dark Lord had just stopped his flying spell and dropped the speechless Death Eater to the ground, and then he sliced through the skin muscles of his old and wrinkled arms, allowing blood to remove the magical barrier he had placed on the cavern.

The Dark Lord couldn't wait to make sure that his Horcrux was safe - he was hopeful that this place would not be found by anyone else, and this memory from his childhood was not discovered by the other party when he was trapped in the crystal ball, and because the integrity of the hidden secret door now made the mysterious people think that this place was also intact, thinking that Dumbledore would never have thought that they would put the Horcrux in such a place where they had no idea of it,

However, as the rocks fell from the secret door of the cavern, the strong smell coming from behind the passage made Voldemort realize that this was just his extravagant hope - due to the lack of air circulation, the whole cavern gushed out some sour smell of decay and human excrement, mixed with the smell of bitter almonds.

The smell made the Death Eater, who had become too old to make a sound, blushed a little, and even let out a dry cough.

In the cavern, the air was silent and damp, and the mysterious man was wary of the strangeness in front of him, doubtful and unrelenting—he shrugged his noseless nostrils, and instead of summoning the ship, he flew to the island in the middle of the lake with the Death Eater, who was still coughing and retching.

After landing, an even stronger stench came, but the Dark Lord's attention was all in the crystal stone basin in the middle, and when he saw the locket box inside the basin, Voldemort frowned, he was no longer as arrogant as before after many setbacks in a short period of time, he didn't believe that Alan or Dumbledore had discovered this cavern but were unable to solve the barrier.

Voldemort casually cast the Imperius Curse on the Death Eater, completely ignoring the other person's feelings, and forcibly poured the potion from the stone basin into his throat, which was forced to open his mouth.

Later, after the potion was drunk by his subordinates, the mysterious man naturally took out the pendant box.

Then, after opening the pendant box, the mysterious man naturally discovered the letters left to him by the two brothers of the Black family.

So, the small island in the middle of the cave and the Death Eater's unlucky guy were naturally blown up by the mysterious man with a handy thunderbolt explosion charm.

In the end, the muddy water that splashed Voldemort naturally because of the explosion, and the bitter almond smell and foul smell contained in these liquids that were completely different from the colors he remembered, finally made the Dark Lord, who had been floating above the lake without changing his face, naturally retched involuntarily.

"Uhhhhhh