Hogwarts of a certain magic

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The candle wick burned with a crackling sound.

The ghostly light illuminates a small area, and long shadows are cast on the stone wall behind.

This is a long and narrow room.

The walls are made of rough stone, which looks like a cell, but also like a niche specially designed for statues.

But in this room, there are neither prisoners nor statues.

Under the dim candlelight, there was only a pale face and lifeless empty eye sockets facing the room.

A skull.

The skull was placed on a crumbling table against the back wall.Two people's leg bones are placed on both sides, and there are some bottles and cans on the table.

On the wall next to the table, there is a hideous snake like a snake, with three heads staring straight at the figure on the wall.

The figure was blurred like a ghost.

The owner of the ghost, standing in front of the wall with his eyes closed, seems to be sleeping or thinking.

A servant knelt humbly on the ground, pointed his wand at his master's gradually darkening arm, lightly chanting complicated spells.

The potions on the table were all poured on the arm, but the black toxin was only slightly dim.

The corrosion of the potion caused tremendous pain, and Voldemort opened his eyes.

He has no hair, like a snake, two slender nostrils, a pair of shiny red eyes, and his pupils are vertical.

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at Snape who was healing himself.

Snape's gaze, just looking at the wall, could see a small piece of faded graffiti-ten scribbled capital letters.

VOLEDEMORT

"This is French." Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse."I carved it fifty years ago, but I didn't expect it to be there now."

VOLEDEMORT is Voldemort, and also his name-Voldemort.

"This room was called the'reflection room' by me back then, for me to think about death."

With the slender fingers of his left arm, Voldemort slowly stroked the wall, touching the French letters that meant "far from death."

"By thinking about the inevitability of death, I gained a valuable understanding of the fleeting nature of life."

Snape's eyes turned from the letters to the fresh skulls on the table.

It sounds deep, but this room later became a place for Voldemort to torture wizards.

——Like the Neumongarde Castle in Grindelwald.

Not long ago, Voldemort was here, torturing and murdering a Death Eater.

He never thought about his own death, but the death of other people!

"I taught you the task, what's going on, Severus?"

Staring at his arm, Voldemort could already clearly feel that toxins were eroding his arm.

That kind of pain tortured him day and night.

"Stark... he is very cautious," Snape whispered."He doesn't trust me too much, just like that stupid dog Blake."

"I thought that he was so outstanding in potions, most of which you taught." Voldemort's tone was sarcastically.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with you, he taught himself?"

"Stark and I have always had a bad relationship." Snape lowered his head.

"Except for the knowledge taught in class, I have never taught him potions after class."

Voldemort frowned, "In addition to his magical attainments, he is also a potion master.

It seems... William Stark has more secrets than I thought."

"Master, with all due respect, why not resurrect?" Snape suggested sincerely.

"Change another body. We are all by your side. This time it's easy."

Voldemort pursed his thin lips, but did not answer.

In this body, there is Harry's blood and Lily's protective charm!

It took so much effort to get Potter out and resurrect smoothly... He was not willing!

Changing a body is indeed easy now, but that magical power is gone.

At the very least, he can no longer touch Harry's skin!

The death fourteen years ago is still vivid, and the fear of being bounced back by his own death curse still haunts Voldemort's heart.

Even if he was eroded by poison, he was reluctant to change his body before killing Harry.

"But... it's time to make a two-handed plan." Voldemort thought.

If Snape can't deceive the cure, this body may not last for two years, and it will die sooner or later.

Voldemort had to figure out what happened that year.

What does that prophecy say-its complete content!!

The candlelight suddenly flashed, and a stream of air blew past, and it dimmed and immediately turned on again.

Lucius Malfoy pushed open the door and walked into the narrow room in fear.

He breathed a choking potion smell, and went straight into his nostrils.

This room is very humid, and the humidity in the air makes the smell worse.

Malfoy knew that Voldemort was injured, he was injured by Stark, but he didn't expect it to be so severe.

Malfoy didn't look up, he didn't even have the desire to detect his injuries, he still lowered his eyelids, and said respectfully:

"Master, the meeting room has been cleaned up and is fully usable."

Before Voldemort's fall, this was once one of the strongholds of the Death Eaters.After his accident, this place was also abandoned.

Unexpectedly, many years later, it became a shelter for the Death Eaters again.

"No, you don't need a meeting room, just say it here."

After so many years of wandering, Voldemort would not completely believe it now.

This period of time is very important. He must be cautious in every step.

Therefore, the tasks of the Death Eaters are mutually independent and confidential.Once there is a leak, he will quickly know who is...traitor.

Voldemort looked at Snape: "Very well...you can go. Call Avery."

Snape packed up the potion, leaned back, and walked back through the door.

In the room, only Malfoy and Voldemort.Malfoy's body was strained, as if terrified.

Crunch!

The door was opened again, and Avery walked in quickly and knelt next to Malfoy.

"This is an absolutely secret mission." Voldemort said softly.

"I need you two to get me something."

"What is it, Master?" Avery smiled flatteringly. "As long as you want it, we will kill it for you wherever you are."

"What if I let you go to Hogwarts?" Voldemort sneered."Go kill Stark!"

Malfoy swallowed, isn't this going to die?

Avery was also full of horror. He looked up and said, "Master, if we enter Hogwarts, I'm afraid Dumbledore will find out."

Voldemort snorted.

Sooner or later, he will enter Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore and Stark himself.

"No need to go to Hogwarts..." he said coldly.

Malfoy and Avery's bodies were obviously soft, but then they stiffened.

Just listen to the Dark Lord's cold voice: "We're going to the Department of Mystery Management of the Ministry of Magic, and just pick up something for me."

Malfoy and Avery looked at each other uneasily.

Why is the Ministry of Magic so easy to break in and steal things inside.

"Why, is there a problem?" Voldemort's red eyes stared at the two men, his eyes sharp.

"Of course there is no problem, Master!" Avery took the lead and said cleverly."As long as you give orders, any problem will no longer be a problem."

Actually a step slower!

Malfoy was secretly annoyed, and he hadn't licked the Dark Lord for more than ten years... the skills were a bit rusty.

"Do you have any plans?" Voldemort approached Avery.

"Perhaps, we can control the silent man in the Mystery Management Department." Avery suggested.

He glanced at Malfoy and said sinisterly:

"Lucius and Minister Fudge have always had a good relationship. He can go to the donation building and use the Imperius Curse to control Broderick Bod of the Department of Mysteries."

Malfoy glared at Avery secretly.

Let him take the risk, let him go to donate the building?

Despicable guy!

Voldemort stepped on Avery's head, picked Malfoy's chin with his wand, leaned in front of his face, and asked:

"Do you have any questions?"

"me……"

Looking at the ugly face close at hand, Malfoy changed his face at the speed of light, and licked flatly:

"Of course it's okay. Even if you donate all of the Malfoy's property, I don't have any problems, Master.

but……"

"But what?"

"I want Avery to help me. I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task by myself. Don't delay your major events."

Avery groaned inwardly and looked at Malfoy sullenly.

"Of course." Voldemort said lazily: "I will give you two months. I don't want to hear any news of failure."

He smiled coldly.

"What will the loser suffer...you know."

Malfoy and Avery Qiqi shivered.

"What do we need to steal, Master?" Malfoy couldn't help asking after a moment.

"A... prophecy! About me and Harry Potter!"

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