A few dozen miles away from the village of Little Hangleton, the wilderness is a stretch of unobstructed moorland, with a few isolated hills surrounded by a large field of farmland. The rocky mountains have been desolate for most of the year, but the snow has given them a slightly decent silver cloak.

The falling snow petals were disturbed by the distortion of space, and under the dark gray canopy, a figure wrapped in a hooded black cloak appeared in the unattended wasteland.

The visitor looked extremely vigilant, and the moment he landed, the vigilant eyes under the hood were already quickly roaming around, and a wand held by a white man with no weak snow petals loomed under the cloak.

Sand, sand, sand –

The snow on the ground was knee-deep, blurring the boundaries between ridges and farmland, and the footsteps of those who came could only leave a faint layer of marks on the soft layer of snow, which would disappear completely in a few minutes, judging by the speed at which the snow fell.

The black-robed man walked towards the hillside, ignoring the steep, rocky paths, as if levitating, and easily reached the halfway point of a rocky mountain to the west.

After some analysis, the black-robed man stretched out his hand and brushed away the snow layer attached to the side of a sharp rock, and on the rock, a hideous and murderous snake jumped into view.

She struck the small snake on the rock with her wand, and then, suddenly there was a hissing sound in the lonely barren mountain, and the poisonous snake carved on the rock suddenly stretched its body, spit out a small snake letter and sniffed the air, and then, one twisted, quickly swam along the rock to the mountain, and disappeared into the gap between the rocks in the blink of an eye.

The feedback came quickly, and only a few dozen seconds later, the little snake returned to the sharp rock, and it coiled its body and closed its vertical pupils peacefully.

There was a heavy sound of grinding rocks, and the sharp stones swirled to the side, and a swarthy hole with a fishy smell appeared in the black-robed man's vision.

Call! Evil winds are coming!

An imperceptible black shadow suddenly burst out of the hole.

It was a huge poisonous snake, and it pounced on the visitor, its black scales rubbing against the rocks and emitting a metallic crack, and in the cold air, the viper showed its hideous and bloody fangs, and a pair of vertical pupils reflected indifference more cold than the snow that covered the mountains.

The viper rushed at the comer in a fighting prey stance, its pale, sharp fangs clasping the incoming man's neck until the tips of its glittering teeth were only an inch away from the neck, and then the serpent spit out and gently licked the black-robed man's jaw a few times.

A strand of turquoise hair slipped from the hood, and from beginning to end, the black-robed man was in an indifferent posture.

Hiss –

The cruelty in the viper's terrifying pupils flashed away, and it slowly retracted its body, glaring at the black-robed man as if unwillingly, and then disappeared into the swarthy hole.

Da, da, da-

The darkness of the entrance to the cave was like a curtain, and after stepping over, a faint dim light squeezed into the horizon, barely illuminating the way ahead. The roadway, which is always downward, is very dry, and, because of its location on the side of the mountain, it is much warmer than outside, and the heat no longer leaves white smoke marks in the air.

There are many confusing forks in the cave, and if you make a mistake, you will pay for your life.

The black-robed man followed the serpent's trail on the gravel floor, and after two minutes, his narrow vision widened.

Standing in front of the dark demon standing in the cave, a stone wall appeared, and there was a round stone door on the stone wall, and nine lifelike stone carved poisonous snakes prostrate on the stone door, holding their heads high and staring coldly at the comer.

The stone door was open, but the black-robed man stopped.

Maybe it was because of the vague chill behind the door, or maybe it was because of the faint wail that fell into his ears, the black-robed man who had been unfazed since the appearance of the wilderness was a little hesitant when he was reflected in the shadow of the sand by the fire behind the door.

If fate exists, there is no escape.

Blinking tiredly, the black-robed man walked back to the stone door, and then stopped outside the threshold again.

It is a square room with solid stone walls on the floor, four walls, and ceiling, and is simply furnished, with a long table for dining and a few chairs neatly arranged around the long table. On the innermost wall of the room, a rudimentary fireplace was buttoned out, and the flickering flames in the fireplace and the wooden candelabra on the long table illuminated the room.

The room is very basic, the only thing that is commendable is that it is clean. Not only the tabletop, but also the ground could not see a trace of sand, but the smell of blood in the air lingered.

There was also a door on the wall to the right of the room, from behind which the miserable roar had been heard.

Staring at the door, the black-robed man was slightly distracted.

"Ah, the guests have arrived--"

A soft, cold voice emerged from a chair with its back to the door and fell into the ears of the black-robed man.

The little house-elf that was kneeling beside the chair trembled violently when it heard the sound, its expression hidden in the shadows, and the black-robed man could not see it.

The elf stood up tremblingly, came to the back of the chair, and slowly rotated the chair, it always bowed deeply, only in that short moment, the black-robed man saw the pain and fear in the elf's eyes.

Sitting on a special chair like a children's dining chair was a monster whose skin was red and festering from deep burns, and whose facial features were melted and distorted, and which could barely be described as a three- or four-year-old child without any hair on his body

At the moment when the eyes met, an irrepressible feeling of vomiting erupted from the black-robed man's heart, this was not because of the ugly appearance of the monster in front of her, but because of the invisible world, the monster in front of her was rippled like ink black magic and lingering wails that made her feel deeply disgusted.

In silence, Vitia lifted her hood, her cheeks still pale in the light of the fire.

"Come in, come in, Miss Cleona--"

Voldemort slowly put down the Daily Prophet in his hand, stretched out a shriveled hand to Vitia standing outside the door, and made an inviting finger, he smiled, but there was a bottomless chill in his snake-like eyes,

"Welcome to the Humble House, Miss Cleona, come in and rest for a while--"

Vitia pursed her lips and walked into the room without saying a word.

"So, Twilight?"

Seeing Vitia walk in, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, twisting his head slightly, calling out to the house-elf kneeling behind him.

"Great Dark Lord, Twilight is honored to serve you—"

The elf behind the chair crawled in front of Voldemort, its head pressed against the ground, sobbing softly.

"Look, shouldn't you give Miss Cliona a cup of hot tea?"

Voldemort's polite tone was like that of a gentleman,

"Miss Criona, I suppose, must have come a long way--"

"Twilight does as you ask, Lord Dark Lord--"

Under Vitia's watchful eye, Sparkle quickly crawled to the fireplace, shuddering and removing the teapot and cup from the mantelpiece.

Voldemort, who noticed that Videia's gaze was directed, smiled, and the laughter was full of cruelty,

"Maybe you know it, don't you? Miss Cleona, before coming to me, Twilight worked at Hogwarts, and I have to admit that these little reptiles can do something, right? At the very least, after it came here, I was able to enjoy the hot and delicious food--"

(End of chapter)