Voldemort thought that everything was done secretly, but he didn't know that it was just following Tiera's script.

After Voldemort passed through the rugged cave, he came to Lengyuan.

It was an endless plain covered with ice and snow and bluish-white strange rocks.

Voldemort stood at the entrance of the cave and looked into the distance, only to see a land that was slowly rising and falling like the sea level, but a dead land.

The icy cold wind roared violently back and forth over Lengyuan like a roaring tyrannosaurus, blowing up a burst of fine dust and ice.

Many of them also blew into Voldemort's nostrils, which were not covered by the nose, causing Voldemort to cough violently. He had to wave his wand and use a bubble head spell on himself, which was a little better.

Even Voldemort could not help but feel a sense of insignificance and powerlessness in the face of this vast and boundless plain of ice and snow.

But this kind of feeling is like the ripples thrown into the lake water. It was fleeting in Voldemort's heart. He only stopped at the entrance of the cave for a moment, and then woke up from the touch of this desolation. According to the shining sun in the sky, He identified the direction with the salty taste mixed in the storm, and flew towards the direction he chose.

Lengyuan is boundless and white. Because of the strong winds that hover over Lengyuan all the year round, even the occasional mountain boulders on Lengyuan are unreliable. Therefore, apart from the sun and the moon, which is larger and rounder than when seen on the earth , there is hardly any way to point the way.

All Voldemort has to do now is to find the border of Lengyuan and go to the seaside. According to the internal information of the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic and Tierra's notes on becoming a god, humans or other races who live and live in the dreamland will ride with them. A huge sailboat forged from ebony wood, bringing gold, silver, slaves, spices and skins of precious animals and the moon beasts who hold the gold of the sky, the silver of the flow and the copper of the pillars. A ruby ​​in various magical rituals.

They usually stop at Benner Bay in the northern waters of Lengyuan, which is a relatively calm sea outside of Lengyuan. There are neither giant icebergs looming, nor strange sea beasts that suddenly emerge from the seabed and breathe.

Ordinary merchant ships will be painted with pungent bright red or bright orange paint, because I don’t know where the legend spread that the moon beast family and the Lengyuan residents who are the agents of the moon beast hate too bright colors and pungent noses smell.

Therefore, as long as Voldemort arrives at the coast, patrols back and forth along the coast of Lengyuan, and with the help of some small magic, it is easy to find a brightly painted color from the white snow field and the dark sea. of merchant ships.

After finding the merchant ship, you only need to wait for a while before you can get in touch with the Lengyuan residents and the moon beasts who are manipulating them behind their backs.

And what to do after finding the moon beast—

Voldemort doesn't have a charter. After all, he has too little information about these strange creatures. Even Tiera's notebook has a brief history of their transaction process. I wonder if Tiera thinks it's all unimportant. .

Anyway, to limit Voldemort's preparation to take a step by step, he is confident that with his own black magic ability, whether it is a friendly conversation or a violent threat, there is a high probability that he can get what he wants.

Maybe it was because Voldemort walked too quickly, he didn't notice that after he left the entrance of Lengyuan, there was a translucent figure in pajamas standing where Voldemort had just stayed.

The figure looked dazed, and the translucent body was light and dark like the mist in the morning.

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Hogwarts, Gryffindor Dormitory.

After returning to the dormitory from the ball, Harry half-relyed on the bed and read the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potions Course" for a while.

It's only 9:30 in the evening, and almost all of his roommates have been invited to the Horace Slughorn Christmas ball. Now should be the craziest time. Even if the fire in the center of the dormitory is burning with raging fire, it is empty. Harry's bedroom felt colder and colder.

At less than ten o'clock, Harry finally couldn't stand it any longer, shivered, put down the "Advanced Potions Course", washed briefly, and then lay down on the soft bed wrapped in a cup.

The cold weather and the warm bedding soon made Harry fall asleep.

In the dream, Harry felt like he was in a deep cave.

The inside of the cave was not completely dark. There were many irregularities inlaid on the rock walls around the cave, emitting a faint blue fluorescence, so that Harry could barely see.

The cave is tall and wide, with no traces of artificial carving at all. The floor of the cave and the top of the cave are covered with countless stalactites, like hills, or some kind of huge tooth, which makes Harry feel as if he is walking on the ground of an unimaginably large monster. in the mouth.

Harry didn't know how long he had been walking in the dark cave, when suddenly, a very faint but tangible light appeared in front of him.

Harry felt himself picking up speed, and began rushing towards the light.

suddenly-

A barren, blindingly white snow field filled Harry's field of vision, leaving Harry only feeling blinded and dizzy.

When Harry's eyes gradually got used to the pure whiteness, Harry was stunned.

In his poor and limited life for the past sixteen years, he has never seen such a scene—

It is so vast and boundless.

A savage feeling came over me, as if everything around me was empty and meaningless, and only the sand and snowfields with no signs of life around me were the true meaning of life.

It seemed as if all the hustle and bustle was gradually fading away from Harry, as if all his life, all time, all past and future had become meaningless. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Harry was immersed in the nothingness of nature, becoming more and more immersed, and more and more awake.

He seemed to be recalling something slowly. He vaguely remembered that he had just returned from Horace Slughorn's noisy and noisy Christmas ball, lying in bed after reading a book for a while, wrapped in cotton was asleep.

Am I dreaming?

Harry thought in confusion.

Harry shivered suddenly all over his body.

I tried to walk a few steps in place.

But it made him feel colder.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, but Harry only felt that he had just stepped on the thick snow, and even the violent howling cold wind followed his movements and got into his thin pajamas.

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