475. Murder is still punishable (aka: There is not a drop of wine in the winery)

"What a female male! What nonsense are you talking about?! ”

Voldemort didn't believe it, of course, but he had personally tested the power of the Elder Wand, which was enough to amplify a simple spell to the point of a super-powerful spell.

"You don't believe me?" Dudley looked at Voldemort with a smile, and that smile made Voldemort feel very uncomfortable, but his next words made Voldemort even more uncomfortable: "Your female Elder Wand doesn't work when you see Professor Dumbledore's male Elder Wand, Senior Tom, do you want to try it?" ”

Voldemort's eyes kept flickering, he didn't choose to shoot directly, worried that this was the other party's strategy, every time he faced this Dursley, it would not be good, and this time was no exception.

"Death Eaters, listen to me. Drink the potion and come with me. Kill them! ”

A group of Death Eaters in the crowd standing behind him immediately responded, and they decisively pulled out vials and drank the potion of Bresta made by Snape.

But it wasn't all the Death Eaters, the group of Death Eaters, led by Lucius, just stood silently and indifferent.

Lucius himself still maintained a breezy expression, as if he had not heard Voldemort's orders.

Voldemort gave Lucius a deep look, he had realized that his loyal subordinates were starting to review the situation again, and if their side was at a disadvantage, they would turn against him at any moment.

Forget it, the number of people is enough anyway, and when the troubles in front of him are solved, he will personally clean them up.

'The strength of the bear, the speed of the leopard, the eyes of the eagle, the ears of the wolf' are all buff blessings, give it to me!

"I want you to die!"

As soon as the word death was spoken, Dudley quickly took out a small vial from his arms, the Elixir of Sera Jiong.

The potion drew a graceful parabola in the air and slammed into the ground, and yellow smoke suddenly filled the air, enveloping the Death Eaters.

When the smoke cleared, the Death Eaters felt as if under a curse, not only did they become incredibly slow, but they even forgot who they were, and one by one they cried out that they were hungry, and thunderous sounds emanated from their bellies.

'The memory of a fish, the eyesight of a mouse, the speed of a sloth, the strength of a leopard, and the amount of food a bear eats! ’DEBUFF!

Voldemort's eyes widened and he turned his head abruptly, looking at Snape, who was standing side by side with Lucius, in disbelief: "It's not just Lucius, it's you?!" ”

"Severus, why?! Why betray me! ”

The look in his eyes was devouring Snape.

Snape was one of the three people he trusted the most.

"Senior Tom!"

Dudley spoke again, and every time he said a word, Voldemort's ominousness intensified: "What gave you the illusion that Professor Snape was your man?" ”

"Professor Snape, he's always been one of us."

"What did you do? I've tested the potion myself, and there are no problems. ”

Voldemort's level of potions is also very high, but unfortunately he did not continue his studies after graduation, but chose to specialize in the dark arts, otherwise he would have become a Potions master no less than Snape.

"There's nothing wrong with Professor Snape's potion, it's just that I deliberately revealed it to you."

"You left it behind?!"

"Bingo, Tom, it looks like you're not too stupid."

Dudley's teasing voice made Voldemort's face darken.

was calculated, and from beginning to end this was a conspiracy against himself.

Fortunately, I still have a back hand, and I still have a Horcrux

The next moment, his pupils contracted again.

Dudley had a pendant and a ring in his hand.

With the red light that flickered between the back of his hands, the pendant turned into a pile of debris, and only the jewel in the center of the ring remained.

Dudley destroyed two Horcruxes in front of Voldemort, the Philosopher's Stone and the Magic Crystal.

"How dare you, how dare you." Voldemort shivered and pointed at Dudley, unable to utter a word for a long time.

It stands to reason that he should be angry, even if his lungs are exploding, but Voldemort did not, and an inexplicable emotion brewed in his heart.

Fear is fear.

He was terrified of the young wizard in front of him, who had not yet graduated and looked quite strong.

Every step of oneself is seen through by the other party, and all of his actions seem to be done under the gaze of the other party.

"Do you think there are two more Horcruxes?"

Dudley's words seemed to confirm Voldemort's suspicions, as if the other party was the master of dementorship, and he was the one who was seen through.

"Your next sentence is, how do you know?"

"How do you know?"

Dudley's words once again terrified Voldemort.

Voldemort may seem cruel, but he is actually the most cowardly, and everything he does is to hide it.

"I underestimated you!"

"Yes, Senior Tom, it's just that even if you don't underestimate me, you're doomed."

Dudley's snatch from his pocket again broke his heart.

A gold cup. Hufflepuff's Gold Cup. The sojourn of his soul.

"Because you were looking at the wrong person from the beginning."

When Voldemort turned his head again, he didn't see Barty Jr., whom he trusted the most and treated him like his own son, but

"Good evening, Tom."

Moody greeted Voldemort cordially, and this was not a disabled Moody, his legs, hands, and eyes were all back to normal.

In the wizarding world, it only takes one night to remove even the bones of the body, and Dudley has already lifted those curses on Moody.

Barty Jr. could disguise himself as Moody and lurk at Hogwarts, and Moody could disguise Barty Jr. and lurk around Voldemort.

This is called the exchange of courtesies.

This was not the end, the dark wizards Pipiru and Lucisi, who were standing next to Moody, just watched without any movement.

"Isn't it?"

There was a hint of bitterness in Voldemort's voice.

"That's right, Wizard Pipiru and Wizard Lucisi are also among our people."

"Of course. The dark wizards you think are too."

Voldemort:

I'm surrounded by undercover agents???

No, I still have Najib. I still have the most trustworthy.

As soon as Voldemort's thought arose, he saw a scene that made him look at each other, even more exciting than being in front of the Minotaur.

Nagini, his most trusted snake friend, had come to Dudley's side at this moment, rubbing Dudley's palm with a flattering demeanor.

The beauty of Fantastic Beast rations is that no animal can resist Dudley's food.

At this moment, the corners of Voldemort's mouth turned extremely pale, as if he had received a great blow.

"Actually, there is one person who is not."

Dudley didn't provoke Voldemort enough: "That man has been killed by your own hands, Bellatrix." ”

Murder is also punished.

(End of chapter)