Scotland, Voldemort's lair.

The old house that had been abandoned for more than ten years was finally repaired not long ago, and its owner was welcomed back.

At this moment, in the dim room, Voldemort was sitting on a dark velvet chair, looking at the group of Death Eaters at the long table, his eyes fell on one of the Death Eaters, and he asked hoarsely: "Ax Lee, is there any news of our old friend?"

"Master, Karkaroff didn't go back to Durmstrang School. The traitor hid in fear. I found the person who saw him last. When I found him, Karkaroff had already left. I'm afraid I want to find him. Still have to spend some time.”

After the Death Eater named Yaxley was named by Voldemort, he lowered his head respectfully and reported the latest news to the Dark Lord.

"Find Karkaroff, and I will go over and execute that traitor with my own hands. No one can live after betraying Voldemort."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes showed a cold murderous intent, which made all the Death Eaters present shiver uncontrollably.

They all knew that Karkaroff was dead, no matter where he was hiding.

"Some of our loyal Death Eaters are still in Azkaban," said Voldemort softly. "I think they can't wait to serve me."

"Master, you plan to attack Azkaban and liberate those who are locked up..." Before Malfoy could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Voldemort raising a big pale hand. ,

Malfoy fell silent immediately.

"The dementors must fall to our side, and it is not difficult to persuade them." Voldemort looked at his servants: "Who will persuade the dementors, of course, not now, we can't expose it yet."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile, "As far as I know, Minister for Magic Fudge is causing trouble for Dumbledore. It's a good chance."

The Death Eaters all bowed their heads, and few of them wanted to deal with the dementors.

"Avery."

"Master." Feeling Voldemort's gaze, Avery lowered his head and said, "I am willing to convince those dementors for you."

"Very well." Voldemort looked away from Avery and continued, "McNeil, I need you to go for me and convince those mindless giants to join our great cause."

"I'm glad to be of service to you." McNeil bowed slightly towards Voldemort.

"I need someone to help me convince the werewolves," said Voldemort contemptuously. "Although those hairy brutes are unreliable, Voldemort can make them use their last energy."

"My master." Lucius volunteered and said, "I am willing to convince the werewolves that Fenrir Greyback can form an army of scattered werewolves and pledge his allegiance to you."

"Very good. Severus?" Voldemort looked down at the silent shadow, "I hope you can bring me some good news."

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has only held two gatherings so far. They have set up the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at Sirius Black's house, but since Dumbledore cast a loyalty spell there, I cannot disclose more information to you." Snape looked at Voldemort calmly, and said respectfully: "The second meeting was just yesterday. Dumbledore asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to strengthen the security around Harry Potter. He asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to keep an eye on Harry Potter. Watch him to avoid any accidents."

"Is there any more?"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes fixed on Snape so piercingly that those around him looked away.

"Dumbledore is busy with the Ministry of Magic." Snape continued, "One more thing, Sirius has obtained a prophecy from somewhere."

"prophecy?"

"Yes, Black claimed that the prophecy came from a master prophecy." Snape waited for a while, and seeing that Voldemort hadn't spoken, he continued, "The prophecy indicates that a collective event will soon occur in Azkaban. Prison break event. The Minister of Magic Fudge will step down next year, and his successor will die at the hands of the master. At that time, the entire British wizarding world will usher in the darkest hour, and the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will be taken over by the master. Control, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and Harry, the savior, will become a wanted man by the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know who made the prophecy?"

Voldemort has been pitted by the prophecy once, so he is extra cautious this time.

"I don't know, Black didn't say anything, but that person seems to have rejected Dumbledore's invitation. I heard that he thinks that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not strict enough, and there may be spies or traitors." Snape pursed his lips and said.

"This prophecy is quite accurate."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd grin.

The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because what he said was indeed true, isn't this a spy hiding in the Order of the Phoenix?

"It seems that Dumbledore has found a guy who is good at prophecy. I need you to find out his identity." Voldemort was not surprised. Danger is acute.

"Barty once reminded me that there is a mudblood in Hogwarts who is good at prophecy." Voldemort seemed to remember something, staring at Snape and said, "I remember you told me earlier, what was the name of the mudblood who defeated Barty? .”

"Albert Anderson, master." Snape hesitated for a moment and said, "In Hogwarts there were indeed rumors that Albert Anderson was a fortune teller."

"This rumor may be true." Snape noticed that Voldemort was looking at him, and continued: "It is said that he sensed the danger before the third item, and used this as an excuse to ask Dumbledore for advice on fighting skills." , but was rejected."

"Dumbledore originally wanted Moody to teach him, but was rejected by that mudblood. Later, Dumbledore wanted me to teach that mudblood. He valued that person very much, but that mudblood still refused. He He didn't seem to trust me and Barty, and finally found Flitwick, it is said that the Mudblood has mastered a lot of black magic."

"What a novelty."

Voldemort had a weird expression on his face. He was too aware of Dumbledore's attitude towards the Dark Arts.

"Find that Mudblood and bring him to me. Would you like to lead the charge, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew. "I remember he sent you to Azkaban Prison."

Peter Pettigrew, who had been huddled in the corner from the beginning, murmured, "Lord, master, if this is your will, I, I will—"

"Go, I don't need you to sacrifice yourself yet," Voldemort said lazily, "you just need to find his residence, and someone else will bring it to me. That mudblood almost ruined my plan. It caused Barty's death, and he needs to pay for it."

There was a slight commotion among the people on the long table, and the group of people who hated Albert were very excited.

"With all due respect, master, you need to be prepared to deal with that Mudblood." Snape reminded, "If you are not absolutely sure, I suggest you better not touch him, so as not to startle the snake."

"It's rare that you would say that about a Mudblood." Voldemort waited for Snape to continue.

"I've taught him, I know him, and it's undeniable that he's a genius. Many people think he's the next Dumbledore." Snape lowered his voice: "Actually, that's true, but that guy Arrogant but cautious and dangerous."

"Danger?"

Hearing Snape describe a Mudblood as dangerous, the Death Eaters present couldn't help laughing.

They are more dangerous.

"There are traces of the Fiercefire Curse in the maze. No one knows how much black magic that Mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and his four helpers tried to surround and kill him in the maze, but they failed miserably , and paid for it. I saw with my own eyes that Mudblood killed Crouch with the help of Fudge, right in front of Dumbledore." Snape drew a wave of hatred to Albert, and also A warning to all Death Eaters, don't mess with him.

"Hard to believe it was a Mudblood."

"There have been rumors that Albert Anderson is a descendant of a well-known pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy said suddenly: "Otherwise, the group of old antiques in the Wizengamodi would not be able to accept him. The credibility of the rumors is very high."

"Catch him, and if the situation does not permit, kill him, and don't make too much noise." In Voldemort's eyes, the Mudblood was already dead.

"Lucius, you stay."

The Death Eaters looked at Lucius jealously, got up and left.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Lucius, I once asked you to keep a diary, is it okay?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes showed a strange light.

Not long ago, one of the things Snape reported to him was that the secret room had been opened two years ago.

"Where is my diary, master."

Lucius tried his best to keep calm, but he didn't notice that there was a tremor in his voice. He remembered the diary with a hole pierced by something. He really couldn't imagine the Dark Lord after seeing the diary. …

"Don't try to lie to Voldemort!"

Voldemort realized that Lucius Malfoy's reaction was wrong, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, master." Lucius lowered his head even lower, not daring to meet Voldemort's gaze.

"Really." Voldemort asked.

"real."

"Lie, I see fear in your face." Voldemort drew his wand.

Lucius' body trembled slightly, he knew what he was going to face.

"The diary is indeed still with me, master." Lucius repeated sullenly.

"Then bring me the diary, and if it's still intact, you'll be rewarded with a reward, if..." Voldemort didn't finish his sentence, but Malfoy's heart fell into an ice cave.

"Go, Lucius, don't keep Voldemort waiting too long."

"Master." Lucius fell to his knees on the ground, "The diary you gave me..."

The pain engulfed Malfoy, causing him to swallow half of what he had said.

"The diary is damaged." Lucius gritted his teeth and endured the Cruciatus Curse, panting.

"Broken?" repeated Voldemort softly.

"I tried to open the secret room with a diary." Lucius explained with a trembling voice.

"Bring me that diary, now!" Voldemort ordered sullenly.

"Yes!" Malfoy's mind was blank, but he didn't dare to delay, and hurried back to get the diary, luckily there were still things left.

Voldemort knew very well that the Horcrux was protected by black magic, and it was impossible for it to be damaged. Malfoy said that if the Horcrux was damaged, it probably meant that he had lost a Horcrux.

However, once the Horcrux is destroyed, he should feel it. Is it because I was not even as good as a ghost at the time, and I couldn't feel it without a body?

Voldemort's face darkened when he thought of Nagini, who was killed by Dumbledore, which meant that it had already had two Horcruxes destroyed.

Not long after, Malfoy came back with Riddle's diary in a hurry, which also confirmed Voldemort's guess. The diary was damaged, and the soul fragments stored in it completely disappeared, and a hole was pierced in the middle by something. Voldemort was startled and furious.

Has anyone found a way to destroy a Horcrux?

Malfoy, who originally thought the diary was just the key to the secret room, was lying on the ground trembling at the moment.

"Lucius, you have betrayed Voldemort's trust."

A shrill scream followed Voldemort's voice.

"Who did it, who destroyed this diary?" Voldemort's cold voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death.

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter has no such power."

"Dumbledore said that Harry Potter prevented this from happening, and he also killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets." Lucius said tremblingly.

After Voldemort had vented his inner anger and calmed down a little, he realized that he had underestimated Harry Potter too much. Especially after the Horcrux was inadvertently destroyed, Voldemort realized the **** prophecy.

"He who possesses the power to conquer the Dark Lord approached...born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times...born in the seventh month..."

Snape hadn't overheard the whole thing, what was the other half?

He suffered greatly from this half of the prophecy.

"I'll give you another task, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Get the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries, the prophecy ball for me and Harry Potter, I need all the contents of the prophecy ball." Voldemort stared at the dying Malfoy, said hoarsely, "Don't let me down again."

"I will not let you down."

Although he said this, Lucius Malfoy felt cold in his heart, because he knew very well that no one knew about the situation of the Department of Mysteries except the Silent Man, and it was impossible to get the Silent Man to speak.

As for the prophecy spoken by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew about it, although he probably guessed what it was about.

The Dark Lord's formidable enemy, this is also the reason why the Dark Lord attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter, but in fact it proved that the prophecy seemed to be fulfilled.

"This matter is kept secret for the time being, don't tell anyone."

"Yes, Master." Lucius Malfoy bowed his head.

"Very well, you can go."

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