Remember [New] in a second! Wormtail lowered his head and dragged Lucius Malfoy away with a whimper. Lucius' heavy body left a long trail on the lawn, as well as some pale yellow liquid that gave off a bad smell.

Voldemort looked bored at Lucius being dragged away. The happiness snapped away, and the pain in his arm swept back and overwhelmed him.

He flicked his robe and left in a hurry. He needs a little time to think about his next countermeasures, and take a good look at the state of his Horcrux.

Seeing that her husband was out of danger even though he was in a state of distress, Narcissa slumped on the ground, tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, big and big teardrops slid down her cheeks and fell on the ground.

Barty Crouch Jr. and Snape fell silent at the same time, quietly watching Narcissa cry.

She cried for a while before gradually regaining her composure.

When she raised her head and looked at the messy garden of her own house, she felt that her world was dark. I was precarious, my husband was brutally murdered, my son was forced to perform difficult tasks, and even my own home was broken into by a group of lunatics...

hateful! How did my originally beautiful life become like this! Narcissa's expression became somewhat resentful. She didn't understand why her family had to be treated like this. They were clearly a pure-blooded family, and they were extremely loyal to the mysterious person...

At this moment, Snape walked up to her and handed her a handkerchief to wipe away her tears. Only then did she remember that there were two most loyal subordinates of the mysterious man here. She quickly suppressed her resentment and used Snape wiped his tears with his handkerchief.

The handkerchief was soft and smelled like lilies.

After wiping away her tears and adjusting her emotions, Narcissa gave a grateful look to the two men who offered their help. She stood up and gave Snape and Barty a grand salute.

"Thank you very much for lending a helping hand."

"Where is it?" Little Batty waved his hand and said to Narcissa: "I believe that Lucius is still loyal to his master, but he just made a mistake, so it's good to atone for the crime. If he was executed directly, the punishment would be too heavy gone."

Little Crouch's words seemed to have the opposite effect, and Narcissa trembled even more.

Redemption? What else do they need? They even donated their house! After Voldemort regarded this place as his lair, Galleons were scattered out like running water. Narcissa felt that if this confrontation continued, the Malfoy family would sooner or later become like the Weasley family.

Snape stood aside with the same gloomy expression on his face, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

He knew that Dumbledore had prepared a large batch of Polyjuice Potion, which would be interesting. Dumbledore allowed himself to make so many compound potions, so it's impossible to exercise his potion proficiency, right? In the wizarding world, there is no such a rule that you can unlock the automatic production of potions after ten perfect hand-made potions.

So it can only be that someone needs to take compound decoction for a long time.

And combined with the situation of Voldemort's comeback, Snape can conclude that Dumbledore has entered the ghost inside the Death Eaters.

He has been speculating on the identity of Tui Neigui these days, and now he gradually has a guess in his mind.

Voldemort, who had given up on torturing Lucius, was pacing the drawing room at Malfoy Manor.

"Diary, crown, gold cup, ring, locket..." Voldemort was counting his Horcruxes with his fingers. Due to too many divisions and too long time, Voldemort could not sense the state of these Horcruxes at all, even if they were destroyed Voldemort would not know.

The only thing that can still sense something is probably the Horcrux made in Azkaban.

But suddenly, Voldemort felt a twinge in the brain. Now he understood that his Horcrux left in Azkaban had also been destroyed.

A wave of resentment welled up in Voldemort's heart. No matter how much you dislike it, it is also your Horcrux! Is it true that the soul can be divided infinitely? There is also an upper limit to the number of Horcruxes Voldemort can make—the number he initially set for himself was seven, and the plan cannot be changed temporarily.

Just when Voldemort was depressed, his eyes suddenly blurred, as if he was in the Hogwarts auditorium, surrounded by a red-haired boy talking to him.

Just when Voldemort wanted to take a closer look at the scene in front of him, the scene in his eyes changed back to Malfoy Manor.

"It's interesting." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, he noticed something through the abnormality just now, a very interesting thing.

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"Harry, are you okay?" Ron looked at his friend with concern. His condition seemed a little bit wrong today. The scar on his forehead ached repeatedly today for unknown reasons.

This terrified Ron.

"I, can still bear it..." Harry gasped heavily, with a few drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The scar on his forehead was particularly active this year, and he had been suffering from pain repeatedly since the summer vacation, which made him see many bad scenes. He told people he trusted about his findings, but got little feedback. Dumbledore and Tom seem to know a lot, but they prefer to be riddlers. As for Ron, he can help with anything but help.

This time, out of some awkward thoughts, Harry didn't share what he saw with his good friend Ron. He felt that at certain moments, he could feel Voldemort's heart, and he could personally feel the anger in his heart. In a phrase that Harry hated so much, it was as if he had turned into Voldemort.

[Perhaps I should send Sirius a letter? 】

He snuffed out this idea after it came out~lightnovelpub.net~ Sirius told him himself, don't think about contacting him this year.

[I can't do anything. 】

Harry felt a little downcast. A wave of anger welled up in his heart, dissatisfaction with Ron, dissatisfaction with Tom, dissatisfaction with Sirius and even Dumbledore...

"Shall we go to Dumbledore after dinner?" Ron said cautiously beside him, "He seems to be in a good mood today."

Ron quietly pointed to Dumbledore in the middle of the teaching desk. Harry looked over to see that Dumbledore was enjoying his lunch.

Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood today, with a large spoonful of mashed potatoes piled on his plate, with thick broth poured on it, and a rib-eye steak that looked like it weighed a pound next to it. In addition, he poured himself a large glass of French red wine.

Dumbledore not only took a lot, but also ate deliciously. He was cutting the steak quickly with a knife and fork, and then put the tender red beef into his mouth. Just looking at his expression can make people's appetite better.

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