Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

But he is already the greatest dark wizard in the world, and he is no longer the kid that Dumbledore can handle!

"You are finally here..." Grindelwald said weakly.

"Do you know I will come?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Actually, this is something that is easy to speculate. I have known your deeds. People like you and me will always come to this point. I want to achieve greatness and immortality. I would rather sacrifice everything for this, but in the end I found that I had made a mistake about what I really wanted..." Grindelwald coughed, his voice echoing in the stone chamber.

"Shut up, old stuff. Tell me where is the old wand?" Voldemort interrupted him impatiently. He had spent so much effort not to listen to Grindelwald's preaching. "As long as you confess honestly, I can stay. Take your life."

"Death... do you think such threats will still work on me?" Grindelwald smiled. "Even if you spare my life, I won't be able to live long. What's more, I can't bring what you expect The answer is that the old magic wand is just a ridiculous legend. I don’t know how many young people are fascinated by it. Indeed, I have been one of them, but I have never owned it, never.

He is lying!Voldemort roared in his heart."Don't lie to the Dark Lord! It's you! Stole the old wand from Grigovich! There is a picture of you in Bathilda's house, the same person as the thief in Grigovich's memory!" He didn't notice that in front of this old man, his emotions were more likely to lose control than usual.

"You know Bathilda... Then she should be dead. She has always been a nice person and treated me well."

"Yes, if you don't cooperate, you will suffer the same treatment!" Voldemort said coldly, "Perhaps, I should transform you into a corpse."

"My patience is limited. I will give you one last chance-where is the old magic wand!"

In order to make his words more oppressive, he waved his wand at Grindelwald. The old man seemed to be held by an invisible giant hand by his neckline, and he floated briefly in the air as if he was thrown, and finally hit On the wooden table, the thin table top was directly split into two pieces, and things crackled and fell to the ground, swallowing his painful inhalation.

Grindelwald was so painful that he almost passed out on the spot.He only felt that the bone heads all over his body were falling apart. He shivered, limp in the ruins, and rested for a while before standing up on the wall, but when he looked at Voldemort, there was no timidity in his eyes.

"I have already answered--I don't know. You can kill me directly, and I am happy to die like this. But you will never get the answer from my mouth, and you will never get real power. , You don’t know anything, the future you are pursuing can only be a delusion."

Even if it is old, but at that moment, this once dominating legend seems to have returned.His contemptuous eyes pierced Voldemort's heart deeply, anger poured out from his wand, and the dazzling icy green light filled the room. Death waved his scythe at his inevitable sacrifice, Grindel Wo fell silently to the ground, staring at the void, as if looking at something in the distance.

Chapter 45 The Sarcophagus

Voldemort looked at the mess on the ground, and Grindelwald had a smile on his mouth before he died, which made him feel dazzling.Anger ran uncontrollably across his chest, blood filled his snake-like pupils, Voldemort's mask-like face twisted, and Grindelwald denied his lifelong pursuit and ambition, just like the old enemy who died before him.

Now that Grindelwald is dead, the clue seems to be cut off again.He stepped over the old man's body, picked up the book on the ground, and dusted the cover."Lies and Glory: The Life of Albus Dunbreddo", the title of the book on the cover made him stunned. Even if it was him, he couldn't help but be surprised. There is no better than finding his enemy in the house of Grindelwald. His biography is even more weird.

Obviously Grindelwald is not really as isolated from the world as some people think. This biography of Albus Dumbledore is the evidence.But Voldemort wasn't interested in the reason he sent the book with him. He opened the cover and printed a bust of Dumbledore on the title page. The old man smiled elegantly, his eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses were weather-beaten.

He stared at this face that he had hated for so long, and somehow a thought suddenly jumped into his heart.

Only by defeating the previous master, the old magic wand will serve the new master... Ollivander’s fearful and intoxicated voice echoed in his mind, and he had got it all from Grigovich’s memory, old magic wand Once stolen by Grindelwald, this magic wand gave him strength and made him the scariest black wizard at the time.But Grindelwald said that he had never owned an old wand. This was a lie. He must be the holder of the old wand, but he lost it.

As we all know, he lost to Albus Dumbledore in a duel in 1945...

The corner of Voldemort’s mouth evokes an icy arc. He finally knew where the old wand was. All that was left was to take it out. The treasure should not be buried in the grave. It should be owned by the greatest black wizard in history. He serves.

Voldemort raised his loyal yew wand and blasted a human-sized hole in the wall.He floated in the air, looking down at the body of Grindelwald in the house, the yew wand gleaming.Newmontgard stood tall, even though there was only an empty shell, it was still a shadow in the hearts of many wizards.

But that's it.Voldemort turned into a black mist, turned and plunged into the deep night.

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At dawn, it is just when the moon has not completely set and the sun has just emerged from the horizon.A black shadow quietly descended on the small dirt road in front of the main entrance of Hogwarts, and the wind in February seemed to penetrate into the pores of people, and the coldness penetrated into the heart.The snow and water on the road intertwined into a large piece of mud, the tip of the ice hanging on the road sign dripped with water, and the white mist brought out by the breath spread in the cold air.

Snape saluted him in a humble manner. Earlier, the Dark Mark on his left arm suddenly became hot, and his skin was burning like a sting. The Dark Lord used this way to announce his arrival to his servant.Snape led him in through the front door. Voldemort did not speak, so he also remained silent, not asking the reason for his sudden visit.

"Haven't found the boy yet?" Voldemort asked as they walked through the morning dew playground.

"Labstan and the other two had found Potter's trail, but they were attacked and Potter was taken away by the rebellious Aurors." Snape replied, and he could feel the man next to him hearing this. The anger that broke out after the news wisely closed his mouth and said no more.

"A bunch of rubbish, nothing can be done." Voldemort said coldly, "All I want is a young adult, but these people let me down every time."

"Potter is an arrogant and cunning little bastard, I have never seen a guy who takes advantage of loopholes better than him."

"I don't care about your grievances with him, Severus." Voldemort interrupted him, "but his presence is a sign of fate. I will defeat this enemy with my own hands and use his death to warn those who dare to disobey me. ."

"This is the future I'm looking forward to." Even if he was saying something to please, Snape's tone was very cold. "You will reshape the glory of pure blood and the dignity of wizards. Starting from the Black family, the blood of the Dark Lord will It will last forever."

"Shut up." Voldemort's tone became severe. "Don't take'that' as my blood. It's just an insurance just in case. What the Dark Lord needs is not an heir, and I won't play like Max. Family playing game."

Snape pursed his lips. "I was the one who made a mistake."

"You go back, I have something to do. Then go to the castle to meet you." The path by the crossing lake extends to the castle, and the outline of the building is clearly visible.Voldemort ordered that Snape should not be aware of his true intentions.Snape saluted him again, hiding his frowning brows, and when he straightened up again, his face became calm again.

In order to prevent Voldemort from noticing the abnormality, he tried his best to make his steps seem unhurried, he walked along the path towards the castle, until he entered the castle, the gaze from behind completely disappeared.Snape turned around and walked quickly to the owl shed at the top of the West Building.

"Lloyd." He yelled softly, stepping on the straw, and one of the hundreds of owls perched on the branches (the number was much less than in previous years) took the initiative to fly onto his arm.Snape tied a small roll of paper to the owl's leg. "Bring it to your master and use your fastest speed."

As if responding in the affirmative to Snape's request, the owl gave a soft cry and spread its wings and flew out of the shed window.Snape stood there for a while, until Lloyd completely disappeared from his vision before leaving the shed.

Naturally, Voldemort couldn't know what Snape did after he left. He walked in the shadows, suspicious of all possible prying around. In order to prevent being seen, he cast a magic spell to blend himself with the surrounding scenery. Crossing the lake like walking on the water, at the end of the black lake, a white marble tomb sits on the edge of the lake. The smooth surface of the lake is like a mirror, reflecting the final destination of a generation of legends.

Voldemort stood in front of the grave, with a green grass under his feet.The tombstone is engraved with the deceased’s name, birthday, and several major achievements. I don’t know if the wizard who engraved these words is immersed in shock and grief. There is a clear crack at the end of the surname, which is obviously a mistake after mood swings. Caused, but no one will pursue this small gaffe.Flowers and cards of mourning piled up into a hill around the tomb, almost submerging the tombstone.

He looked down at the tomb. He had never seen this man with such eyes.Decades ago, the past suddenly broke into his mind. He seemed to have returned to the orphanage that made him feel painful. He lived an unchanging, ordinary and boring life. He knew that he was different and he had so many unclear skills. , He is very powerful, this is his natural talent, rationality should be used to dominate those stupid weak.

But one day, a man suddenly came. The man called himself a wizard. The man told him: You are a wizard like me, so he finally really knew himself and accepted his new identity ignorantly and ecstatically.The man wants him to go to school, to a magic school called Hogwarts, where he can learn how to control his talent, and he firmly believes that he will become the greatest wizard ever.

He remembered that Dumbledore had lit the closet in order to scare himself. Dumbledore actually asked himself to return the spoils he had obtained and apologized. Since he had taken it, it should be his!But he could not resist, he could only succumb without strength.

Later, the more he studied and the better he understood, the more he was in awe of Dumbledore. His pride was never lost, but he learned to tighten his fangs, especially in a strong force he was not sure whether he could defeat him. In front of him.For a while, he even thought about-even recalling this incident is humiliating-obedience, that weak thought only existed for a short time, and then it was washed away, just as he tried to deny it but knew it. Ming's reality: He was grateful and respected Dumbledore, the man who took him away from the world.

"You're dead, and I'm still alive." Voldemort—the former Tom Riddle—raised his yew wand. In order to have the old wand, he was going to destroy the teacher’s grave. "I won. , Dumbledore."

The sarcophagus was split, and when Voldemort's eyes touched the inside of the coffin, the beast-like face that was distorted by greed and desire froze, his eyes widened, it seemed that he had encountered an impossible thing, and could not react for a while. .

"Ah!" An angry roar sounded from the silent lake, the empty sarcophagus was blown to pieces by magic, and the scattered stones fell into the water, splashing water columns.

Chapter 46 The Choice (Part I)

Just as Snape released Lloyd, Zoe happened to be in crisis.

In Malfoy Manor, candles flickered, light and shadow overlapped, and portraits of the ancestors of the Malfoy family lined up on the walls. They did not whisper like the portraits of Hogwarts, but stared silently below like a ghost, standing there. Holding two women, one blocking the other's way, the atmosphere was dangerous and anxious, both of them held magic wands in their hands, and the tips of the wands pointed at each other inadvertently.

"Get away, Bella." Zoe's voice was faintly angry.During this period of time, as long as she meets Bellatrix, she will be troubled by the other party overtly and secretly. Unlike the past, which is more disgusting in language and attitude, Zoe does not know Bellatrix. What was the stimulus for Si? Her unpleasant sense of presence has really added tremendous pressure to Zoe, and it seems that angering Zoe is her real purpose.

But whenever she doubts Bellatrix’s intentions so much, she always finds that her attitude towards people other than herself has also become worse. Pettigrew used to be mocked and instigated at most, but now she is always Mistakes will be attacked mercilessly by Bellatrix, even her sister Narcissa, who was treated similarly while accompanying her.

The gestation of life seemed to make her feel more anxious. As time went on, when the life in her stomach had grown to seriously affect her behavior and life, she began to feel strange and terrifying, and felt bound and unsuitable. This made her arrogant temper even more irritable, and even the reasons she used to appease her in the past could no longer calm her down.

Had it not been for Narcissa, who had also been a mother in the manor, tried her best to soothe and calm her emotions, the manor would probably be blown to pieces by her.

With Bellatrix's character, naturally she would not choose to rely on Narcissa, even if she was her own sister.She lost her temper about little things every day, even if it was the medicine Snape carefully prepared for her, she didn't know how much she dropped, and her mood fluctuated violently.In such an atmosphere, other Death Eaters who would occasionally return to the manor for a meeting and take a short break were less and less likely to choose to return.

As for Voldemort, he only had chasing power in his eyes, and he was even less likely to care about Bellatrix.Rodolphes is helpless. The marriage of the two has nothing to do with love. It is just like tradition and ritual, connecting the names of Lestrange and Black on the family tree of both parties again. He and Bellatrix may be able to Accompanied for a lifetime, but never had the fiery passion and fanaticism, he calmly accepted his wife's choice.

Because of this, his dissuasive effect on Bellatrix is ​​not even as good as Narcissa, at least Narcissa is still a blood sister to her, but apart from the nameless marriage, he is only left. Both are Death Eaters.

Bellatrix’s mood is so unstable that Zoe dared not look away from Malfoy Manor at all, knowing that there are still some of the best prey for Bellatrix— -Luna, Hannah, Ollivander and Griphook in the dungeon, she had to worry that Bellatrix would get angry with them, so after others avoided Malfoy Manor in order to escape the mad woman, Instead, she stayed back temporarily.

But the frequency of Bellatrix's anger increased instead."Fool, you have to stay away from her, and it's best to disappear forever, so that her mood won't be so bad." Max also laughed at her for doing something bad. Bellatrix has to talk to her every day. How could her mood get better with the most annoying people.