"No, I'm still confident in my doppelganger." Voldemort's voice was hoarse, and his tone was cold, "Don't say that again."

Although he said it simply, Voldemort's scarlet eyes kept flickering, and no one knew what was going on in his heart.

"Yes, master." Yaxley bowed his head in obedience.

There was another oozing silence......

A moment later, the fireplace in the living room suddenly lit up, and there was a crackling burning sound that broke the silence in the living room.

"Lucius." Voldemort squinted his eyes and glanced at the absent-minded owner of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, walked over to the green flame of the fireplace, and put his hand into it.

The flames in the fireplace were gentle, and did not hurt Lucius' hands in the slightest.

A piece of parchment rolled into a small roll of paper was taken out of the green flame by Lucius. He unfolded the scroll, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"It's Severus' letter!" He exclaimed.

Voldemort's expression suddenly lifted a little, and he looked at Lucius with inquiring eyes.

"Severus said that he had pestered Dumbledore and was about to go to the Headmaster's office to discuss with him how to deal with the threat of the Dark Lord's return......" Reading this, Lucius glanced at Voldemort with some fear, "This ......"

"It's normal." Voldemort was not angry at Snape's statement, but nodded firmly, "Severus Death Eater's identity is impossible to hide from Dumbledore, only if Dumbledore believes that he is an undercover agent lurking among us, Severus's true camp will not be exposed."

"I've already communicated with him what information I can tell Dumbledore and what I can't. You don't have to worry about this useless stuff, Lucius, keep reading!"

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the crumpled parchment in his hand, and then continued:

"Severus also said that for the rest of the day, he would try to drag Dumbledore in the Headmaster's office and discuss with him carefully the plan against the Death Eaters, which could buy us about three hours......

"Three hours?" Voldemort nodded, "Enough for us to break Azkaban!"

Then, as if he had thought of some other threat, his face sank, "Did Severus mention Dracula?" Did he only hold Dumbledore and not Dracula, the more threatening guy?"

"Wait a minute, master. Severus mentions Dracula later in the paper." Lucius hurriedly read back:

"Dracula went to the 500th anniversary of the ghost Sir Nicholas on Halloween, and his relationship with the ghosts is not bad, and there are many novelties at the ghost party, which is very much in line with his interests, so there is a high probability that he will not leave the table halfway."

"Not only that, but ghost evenings like this tend to go on after midnight, so Dracula is theoretically staying at Hogwarts Castle longer than Dumbledore - at least four hours without leaving."

….

Lucius read this, and said with a relaxed expression, "Master, say so...... We're lucky!"

Voldemort, however, frowned.

"Did Severus just let Dracula stay alone with the ghosts? It's all about pinning my hopes on Dracula's character, and I don't see any rigor in it!" He said coldly, "What does it mean to be lucky? What if Dracula just doesn't want to be with the ghost and has to leave Hogwarts?"

"If Severus only does this, I'll be disappointed in him!"

Lucius's relaxed expression froze for a moment, and he hurriedly looked at the last paragraph on the parchment:

"In case Dracula suddenly changes his schedule and plans, (which he has done), I have a backup plan - three days ago, I gave Dracula a very novel dark magic item on the pretext of easing the relationship with my colleagues, which he has been carrying with him for the past few days, and taking it out from time to time

Play around a few times......"

"However, Dracula was obviously not willing to dismantle this dark magic artifact, and he didn't find the positioning magic attached to it, so he gave me a chance......

"Dracula's location is always recorded on that piece of parchment, so if you notice that he disappears or moves unusually, be sure to add more! ——s·s」

Lucius read Snape's words and looked over and over at the crumpled parchment in his hand, but he didn't find any traces of positioning magic on it, nor did he see the location record Snape spoke of.

"Bring him, Lucius!" Voldemort looked at Lucius in disgust, and stretched out his fingers as thin as spider's legs to him, "How can I have such a waste as you under my hands!"

Lucius grimaced and tremblingly handed the parchment to Voldemort's hand, then lowered his head.

Deeply buried on his face, Lucius showed an extremely angry expression.

However, Voldemort's attention was all focused on the parchment on the palm of his hand at this time, and he didn't care that there was anything wrong with Lucius's face.

He stretched out his wand and put it on the narrow piece of parchment, and whispered—

"Grate."

In the next moment, the handwriting on the parchment seemed to melt, and all the ink was shuffled and reassembled, and the vertical and horizontal threads intertwined to form a simple Hogwarts castle plan.

A red dot of light is marked on the left side of the floor plan, where the ghost is located in the basement classroom.

In addition to this, there is a line of small words that are barely legible in the margin, intimately annotated-

"The red dot is Dracula's location, so be sure to pay attention to it if the dot suddenly disappears, or if it starts to flicker and move quickly!"

The Death Eaters in the audience all looked at the magical parchment with stunned expressions.

They were very curious about how Snape had managed to create an extraordinarily elaborate location map in such a short period of time!

What the Death Eaters didn't know was that the "Robber Four", Snape's rivals during his school days, were the best at making maps that could be located, and they often used this kind of map to find Snape's location and bully Snape, who was still very young at the time.

….

As the sworn enemy of the robbers, Snape also studied the principles of magic positioning in detail as a student.

Compared to the looters' live map, Snape's super abridged minimap is nothing short of that!

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Although the face made of flames, ashes, and coal looks a little scary, but judging from the structure of the face, you can still vaguely see the handsomeness of this face.

"Waste, you still know to contact us?!" Voldemort roared, "What have you been doing this month, and you can't even get a vial of blood?!"

"Who told me that I would be able to get Potter's blood before Halloween?! I trust you again and again, but you fail to live up to my expectations again and again!"

"Say! Did you bring something with you this time?"

Voldemort stared at Riddle's face in the fire with scarlet eyes, furious.

Even as Voldemort's Horcrux, Riddle was frightened by the irritability of his own main soul.

This matter can be said to be the only important task given to him by Voldemort, but it has been put off by him for too long.

At first, he didn't find a practical way, but when he finally found a way, he made an agreement with Dracula and could only drag it on.

Of course, the most important point is that after absorbing the Horcrux fragments in the Ravenclaw crown, Riddle has long since lost the possibility of standing with his main soul!

So he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, and said, "Can you wait for me a little longer?"

"Still wait?!" Voldemort reluctantly drew his wand and pointed it at the fire where Riddle was.

Under Voldemort's angry gaze, the flames in the fireplace rolled wildly, the green flames churned, and jumped wildly in the narrow space, like an angry devil dancing in hell!

….

Riddle's fire-made face was torn apart, and his voice became indistinct.

"Listen...... I said, I really ...... Want to help...... You." Riddle's voice came from the flames, intermittent, "But...... I didn't ...... until today Finally found the ...... to get Harry The best time for blood......

"That's what you said last time!" Voldemort was still furious, and said loudly.

Maybe he wanted to hear what Riddle would say, or maybe he really wanted to get a little better news from Riddle's mouth, Voldemort didn't completely disconnect Riddle.

The churning green flames slowly calmed down, gradually returning to the same quietly burning appearance as before.

Riddle's face was restored, and his voice became clear again.

"I don't know why, Dracula has been watching Harry Potter too closely during this time, and I can't find a suitable opportunity to collect blood." He explained to Voldemort, "But today is different, Dracula is going to the ghost's death party, and he won't come out of there until after twelve o'clock in the morning!"

"This is a great opportunity! Although Harry Potter and his friends also went to the death party, this kind of little wizard will definitely not be able to stand the eerie atmosphere of the death party, and they will definitely be able to come out of the ghost after two hours at most."

"When Harry comes out, I'll tell him that I've prepared a great meal for my friend so that I can comfort him from the trauma of the ghost dinner...... When Harry comes to my TA office, won't he be at my mercy in Dracula's absence?"

"I only need three hours at most! I promise that by eleven o'clock tonight, I will be able to bring Harry's blood to the safe place you told me before!"

Riddle's tone suddenly became extremely serious: "If I can't do it, I'm willing to accept your punishment, even if it's to completely absorb the sanity of my birth!"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, looking deeply into Riddle's face, as if wondering how much truth his words had.

"As for Dracula and the ghosts staying together, I'm right."

Voldemort slowly raised his hand and looked at the narrow, crumpled piece of parchment in his hand. At this time, the red dot representing Dracula still stood motionless in the basement classroom.

"In that case, I'll give it to you at the end

A chance ......," he said in a cold tone, "I'll even give you an extra hour...... If you haven't sent blood before Halloween is officially around, you know what to expect!"

Riddle bowed slightly, and then his face disappeared into green flames.

Voldemort watched Riddle disappear with a scarlet gaze, and watched the flames in the fireplace gradually turn from green to red, with an inexplicable expression.

"Master......" Jaxley cautiously leaned in and asked softly, "Are we really going to wait three hours for your doppelganger?" I'm worried...... What if I miss the opportunity?"

"Don't wait." Voldemort said, the red fire reflected in his scarlet eyes, as if a flame was burning in them, "Severus can only hold Dumbledore for three hours, we don't have another three hours."

"Let's go, follow me through Azkaban!" He pointed his wand in the direction of Azkaban, "When I get my most loyal companion out, my doppelganger will get what I want."

"But...... Haven't you fully recovered your strength?"

"Heh, in the absence of Dumbledore and Dracula, do you want to stop me with those dirt chickens and dogs from the Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort's voice was cold, "Even if you haven't regained your strength!"

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Hogwarts Bloodline Professor.

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