Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Voldemort moved into the Malfoy Manor and randomly selected a hapless werewolf.

Although in terms of size, there is a clear gap between the two.

But it was not a big problem for Voldemort. It was as easy as lifting a chicken. The werewolf did not dare to resist.

Soon, the two figures gradually returned to nothingness again, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, he appeared on a rocky beach thousands of miles away, where the smell of the salty and wetness of the sea floated, and the waves washed the black reef, and white foam appeared.

The werewolf stood shivering behind him, his sturdy body shivering.

His low IQ cannot guess what will happen, but biological instincts have the upper hand, and something terrible may happen next.

It was bare and desolate everywhere, except for the vast sea and rocks, there was no tree, no grass or beach.

Many jagged cavities in the rock for footsteps lead to the giant pebbles half out of the sea around the cliff.Climbing down from here is very dangerous.

Once again Apparition, Voldemort and the werewolf came to a stone gate, flicked their wand, the stone gate was shattered.

Then a closed cave wall blocked the sight of Voldemort and the werewolf.

His magic is so cruel and unkind, even if he comes, he can't escape it.

The gravel in the distance turned into a stone blade, and it flashed past, leaving a thick knife edge on the werewolf's leg, and hot blood was sprayed on the stone slab suddenly.

The werewolf looked at his wound in horror, which should have healed at this time, as if he had been cursed.

He stretched out his paw, wanting to ask for mercy, and then saw the blood-soaked stone wall gradually move.

A ship floated from the black lake, Voldemort waved his wand impetuously, and the speed of the ship became faster and faster.

"Get on the boat." Voldemort kicked the weakened werewolf.

They got on the boat.

The boat was moving forward frantically. If there were Muggles, you might think that you saw a assault boat, moving through the waves. The green light seemed to have finally become bigger and brighter. A few minutes later, the boat lightly hit On something, it stopped.

They came to a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.

A large flat black stone slab was empty, with only the light source emitting the green light.Looking closer now, the green light looks much brighter.

Voldemort dragged the poor werewolf straight over.

Inside the stone basin.A pot full of emerald green liquid, glowing phosphorescent.

Voldemort conjured a wide-mouthed cup, filled the terrible liquid, and poured it directly into the werewolf's mouth.

The werewolf fainted when he swallowed the first bite, and then was awakened by Voldemort, and then he was conscious and unconscious.

The liquid level gradually sank, and a gold locket was coiled under the stone basin.

"Still." Voldemort's heart couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he shrank suddenly.

Souls cannot perceive each other, but that is after a certain distance.

Under such a close distance.There is no trace of induction.

When Nagini was by his side, there was resonance, because the snake had a piece of his soul film on its body.

The locket in the pool flew into Voldemort's hands with a "swish" sound.

It was almost instantaneous.His expression became extremely furious.

This locket lacks the complicated patterns peculiar to his ancient family, and does not have the mark of S that symbolizes the beginning of Slytherin, a low-quality forgery.

In the box, a piece of paper was placed alone.

It says:

To the Dark Lord

I was dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that I found your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to die, for you were a mortal who was just a flesh and blood when you hit your opponent..

—— .B.

Voldemort's eyes became extremely bloodshot, and his angry emotions surged wildly.

.B?

Regulus?

He only needs to think slightly to know the answer.

This is too obvious.

The members of the Black family betrayed him and even destroyed his Horcrux.

Voldemort walked out of the cave with a grim expression, threw the werewolf as the key on the desert island, let him fend for himself, and then Apparated to the office of the Daily Prophet.

Lucius sipped afternoon tea in the newspaper office, leaning on a chair, looking very leisurely.

But the severe pain from his left arm made him suddenly startled, and he saw the Dark Lord appearing in front of him.

"Lucius..." Voldemort played with his wand, his bloodshot eyes indicating that he was in a bad mood.

"I ask you where is my diary? I once gave it to you to keep it."

Lucius' face suddenly stiffened.

"Lord, master, once the Ministry of Magic was going to search for some items..." Lucius stammered and explained, changing his unhurried demeanor.

"That means, what I told you is missing, right?"

"Killing Curse!"

Lucius’s hairs stood upright, but he dared not raise his wand to resist, closed his eyes as if giving up, and slaughtered his neck.

The green light smashed the vase behind him, and the tiles splashed and hit Lucius, but he dared not resist.

He didn't know what that was so important to the Dark Lord.

"Anger affects judgment, and I am very short of people now, Lucius, but I want you to know that your life is taken back."

The cold sweat slid down Lucius' thin chin and dripped on the table in front of him, soaking the latest issue of the newspaper.

"Master..." Lucius shivered and let out his place.

Voldemort walked over at will, and sat down slowly, sliding his fingertips across the table.

His brain is thinking fast now.

The diary and the ring were missing, the gold cup was confirmed to be burned, and the Slytherin locket was dropped.

What is uncertain is the crown hidden in Hogwarts.

The only certainty was Nagini.

Voldemort regretted his arrogance the first time.

But even if there is such a little hope, he has to confirm it.

Hogwarts was also targeted by him.

The start of the war will speed up.

When he was in deep thought, with a crisp sound, the glass window not far in front of him suddenly burst open, and a parchment roll was rolled into a sharp blade, and it was inserted to his side. On the wall, the rear wing kept trembling.

Voldemort's eyes froze, as he was about to tear it off the wall.

This sheepskin scroll suddenly broke free, spread out flat in mid-air, and began to burn. The blue flame suddenly jumped into the mid-air, gradually turning into words, shaking in mid-air, and illuminating the whole room. .

"I hope this news can be published in the Daily Prophet." This line of text disappeared in a flash.

"The Dark Lord, I would rather call you Voldemort than by this name."

"They are afraid of you, but I don't think so."

"You interfered with a great duel, my revenge."

"The fruits of revenge have to be picked by yourself."

"I know, you will be weird."

"Victory against me, you will get everything you want to know."

"However, in view of your nasty personality and disdainful sneak attack, I decided on the location of the duel and made a cut.

The flames in mid-air tremble suddenly, showing a few letters, and then appearing——

"Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Voldemort showed an elusive look.

I have to say that coincidences are very interesting.

I wanted to use the power of public opinion to declare war, but it almost became a face-to-face declaration.

In the plan, there will always be some strange and unpredictable accidents.

The anger of Lili suddenly calmed down.

According to the marginal effect of psychology, good news is suitable to be said separately, and bad news is suitable to be said together. Obviously, it is the latter who gets bad news successively.

The successive "bad news." On the contrary, he realized the reality.

Blindly venting and anger will only interfere with judgment.

Whether it was Ravenclaw's crown, Grindelwald's engagement, or the meaning of Hogwarts' own existence, they all prompted the Dark Lord to make a decision.

More importantly, the shame of defeating his back must be washed away personally-the savior is also at Hogwarts.

Suddenly, there were many reasons that could not be refused.

The flame text in front of me was suddenly blown away by a hurricane.

Voldemort gently stroked the armrest of the chair, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his scarlet eyes.