The deep Albanian forest that covered the sky and the sun had just passed the baptism of heavy rain. In the sultry weather, it was almost suffocating like a steamer. Influenced by the weather and his own emotions, Voldemort's nose wings fluttered violently. Before passing by the watermelon field, his eyes glanced at the corpse of the ponytail Death Eater who had begun to smell, and his expression was cold.

As he walked further, he heard the sound of hissing and stopped.

"Nagini."

The mysterious man whispered softly, hissing louder and louder. Nagini quickly wriggled through the grass and climbed to Voldemort's side. He leaned up and climbed higher and higher, as if it was endless. Then he put his body on Voldemort's shoulder. His eyes did not blink, and his pupils looked vertically at the injuries on Voldemort's bald head.

Voldemort caressed the giant snake casually with his slender fingers, his eyes looking in the direction Nagini came, where Bellatrix walked out from behind a tree with his stomach.

"Master!" Bella's voice tightened with excitement. Behind her, Nassia saluted at Voldemort with a pale face, but her eyes avoided Voldemort and the snake.

On their right, Lucius and several Death Eaters walked out of the forest after seeing Voldemort appear. The Death Eaters flashed in the forest one by one in black robes. They gathered quietly around Voldemort and saluted Voldemort, but they did not dare to look up at him at all.

Voldemort's head turned slightly to one side, his eyes swept over Bella and her tall, intact belly first. Bellatrix's face turned red, and tears of joy were filled with joy. "Master..." She looked at the trauma on the mysterious man's head, and suddenly she felt chill all over and couldn't help but rush over and hug the other person. The mysterious man rarely scolded such rude behavior.

"Very good, you're still here..." Voldemort looked at Lucius and the others with his eyes. "Many people have always claimed loyalty to me, but only the most loyal ones are still here."

Many people lowered their heads stiffly but breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if Bellatrix had not strongly opposed their departure when they returned to find that their master was temporarily missing, they would probably have been like many dark wizards who had just joined. After knowing that the master was defeated in the duel and the kicked base camp, they would have fled in all directions instead of hiding in the surrounding forest and waiting for a while.

Voldemort's snake face twisted, and he stood straight and glanced at the dark underground entrance. When he retracted his gaze, he seemed to notice Parkinson was also: "Parkinson, you are a little loyal except for uselessness... and there are only a few left? What happened here?"

"Master...that damn Harris... While we were away, he basically killed all the people we left behind, and emptied most of the property...even our food supplies were left..." Lucius took the initiative to answer the master's question, "Only some black magic items were left. According to my judgment, it is estimated that these things are illegal traded items, and they cannot take normal actions on the market to escape..."

"But Master!" Bela Crex's chest was undulating violently, and he said in a hoarse and harsh voice. "He finally found the master's room, but he might have known that the master had already started the action at that time, so he rushed over... In a hurry, he only had time to steal some books from the master's room..."

Voldemort raised his hideous face and roared out: "Where is Vik's hand?"

"Take it out quickly!" Bellatrix shouted to her sister. Narcissa quickly took out a glass cover from her scarless telescopic tote bag. Bella took his hands and handed it to Voldemort. "Master, some traitors wanted to steal your things before leaving. Narcissa and I had to put them away to protect them..."

Nagini made some hissing in Voldemort's ear.

"Since Bella asked you to leave... I won't hold you responsible for your poor protection..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at the trembling Narcissa for a long time, then lifted the lid of the box with his left hand, focusing his eyes on the dry man's hands, covered by a glass cover with complex magic patterns, "Very good... write down the names of those traitors..."

In a blink of an eye, Bella noticed the mysterious man's movement and stared at his right hand. She found that the sleeves of the robe were empty and the situation was different. She screamed, "Master, your hand!" After that, she squatted down with her belly, almost kneeling at his feet and tried to touch the broken arm.

Bellatrix has been hiding in the forest of Albania, and no one of the Death Eaters who returned later knew the specific situation of the duel between her master and Alan Harris, so Bella has always refused to believe what others said. She did not think that her master would fail, but now... her eyes slid past Voldemort's broken palm, and her eyes were filled with worries about the person in front of her who was much more important than herself in her heart.

"You are pitying me, Bella." Voldemort put his eyes on Bellatrix's face.

"No...no, master...I..." Bella shook her head in panic.

"It's broken," Voldemort raised his right arm and said softly, his broken wrist covered by the fallen robe appeared in front of everyone, "Harris is now in great momentum... He controls some powers that I don't know very well..." Voldemort's only intact palm clenched tightly, "But I won't always lose. He and I won only one game. Just wait for me to find three Vic's artifacts..."

Bellatrix's eyes were filled with tears, "Master, Bella is willing to find them."

"This shouldn't be said from your mouth. Bellatrix, Rudolfs Lestrange and Old Parkinson will know what to do." Voldemort let the box float in front of him, first casting a protective spell for himself. Then, he lifted the lid, picked up the dry broken hand and pressed it on his hand.

The withered and lifeless palm seemed to come alive after the port touched Voldemort's broken wrist. The blood vessel tendons squirmed like worms and began to drill into Voldemort's newly healed wounds, and then began to absorb the life of the mysterious man like a leech.

Voldemort frowned and had a wand on his left hand. An unlucky guy was summoned by the Dark King with a flying spell. Then he directly placed his withered right hand on the Death Eater's arm, as if he had been quickly drained from his vitality. The Death Eater quickly aged, his young appearance was quickly covered with wrinkles, his hair turned white, and his figure was hunched over. He had no other reaction except for a few shouts. He finally collapsed on the ground and gasped.

The absorbed vitality of the Death Eater was injected into the Hand of Vicna. After the Hand of Vicna was satisfied, he fed back the excess, together with the evil and chaos contained in the palm itself, to Voldemort. At this time, the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to everyone - but the dry Via Na's hand seemed to be unaffected by this external vitality and was still withered and shriveled, which made the pale black demon king look even more weird when he cooperated with this dry and rotten palm like a mummy.

The mysterious man twitched a few times unconsciously, then came to his senses and tried to bend his new right hand finger a few times and nodded with satisfaction. He handed the wand in his left hand to the palm of the deceased. The reporter waved the wand and shot out a green light without hesitation without chanting the spell. A green tree on one side that revealed infinite vitality in summer instantly lost his life.

Regardless of Bella, who was beginning to be excited and joyful, Voldemort, who was thinking about his Horcrux, grabbed the unlucky guy who had just fallen to the ground, "Wait in place." - The mysterious man's voice became even more uncomfortable and fearful.

After he explained it lightly, the phantom moved back to the United Kingdom and returned to Gunter's old house. In this wet and desolate ancestral house located in the Great Hangton, about four or five miles away from the Little Hangton, Voldemort roared angrily after a little check. After a thunderbolt explosion destroyed some rooms, Voldemort smiled with satisfaction at the conquest of the power of the spell. He came back to his senses for a long time, grabbed the unlucky guy and disappeared again.

A while later, in the cave by the sea, the Dark King threw the speechless Death Eater to the ground just after stopping his flying spell. Then he cut open the skin muscles on his old wrinkled arms, allowing the blood to remove the magic barrier he placed on the cave.

The Dark King couldn't wait to confirm the safety of his Horcrux. He thought with hope that this place would not be found by others, and this memory from his childhood was not discovered by the other party when he was trapped in the crystal ball. Because the hidden secret doors are now intact, the mysterious man thought that this place was as intact as before, and he thought Dumbledore and the others would never think that he would put the Horcrux in this place where they could not find it.

However, as the stones of the cave secret door fell, the strong smell came from the passage exposed, which made Voldemort understand that this was just his luxury - because the air was not circulating, the entire cave gushed out some sour smell full of rotten and deteriorated and the strong smell of human excretion feces, and there was also some bitter almond smell in the middle.

This smell made the Death Eater who had become so old that he couldn't make a sound, and his face turned red and he returned to a little rosy, and even gave him some dry cough.

In the cave, the air was silent and wet. The mysterious man was full of vigilance, doubt and unwillingness to the strangeness in front of him. He shook his nose without a nose, did not summon the ship, but flew to the small island in the middle of the lake with the Death Eater who was still coughing and retching slightly.

A stronger stench came after landing, but the Dark King's attention was all in the crystal stone basin in the middle. When he saw the locket inside the basin, Voldemort frowned. After experiencing many setbacks in a short period of time, he was no longer as arrogant as before. He did not believe that Allen or Dumbledore had discovered this cave but was unable to solve the barrier.

So Voldemort cast a soul-catching spell on the Death Eater. He completely ignored the other party's feelings and forced the potion from the stone basin into his throat, which was forced to open his mouth.

Later, after all the potion was drunk by his subordinates, the mysterious man naturally took out the pendant box.

Then, after opening the pendant box, the mysterious man naturally discovered the letters left to him by the two brothers of the Black family.

So, the little island in the cave and the unlucky Death Eater were naturally exploded by the mysterious man with the easy-to-use thunderbolt explosion spell.

Finally, the turbid lake waters that naturally splashed Voldemort's body due to the explosion, the bitter almond smell and stench contained in the liquids that were completely different from those in his memory finally made the dark demon king, who had been floating above the lake, naturally let out a dry retching sound.
Chapter completed!