Voldemort showed a terrible smile, but his red eyes had no feelings. He took out the eyes that looked a little shriveled with blood vessels and meridians from the dragged glass cover, and controlled the eyes to fly towards Grigor - which made the eyes and blood vessels look like an octopus.

"Take it up," said Voldemort. "Dear Grigor, show me whether this eye in your family is a real guy, whether it will kill people after being put on and removed... If you are lucky enough to make sure it is real, and then wait and survive again, I will allow you to provide me with more services later..."

Lucius' pale face had no expression. He realized that although the Dark King often lost control, he had somewhat recovered some caution after the defeat of that duel - he did not directly use the artifact that could not feel the magic power at all on him.

"Idiot, can't I hear the orders of the Dark Lord?" Lucius urged, "Master! Let me help him complete it!"

Grigor trembled his teeth and bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with tears of extreme fear. He knew he could not resist and actually had no other choice. He raised his right hand tremblingly to survive.

Voldemort's cruel eyes did not leave the witch in front of him who was sank on the ground like mud. He continued to ask softly: "Lucius, how is your friend Rudolfs' progress?"

"Master... Rudolfs came to explain..." Lucius did not dare to neglect. He paid careful attention to the wording. "Master, because each corridor and every room in the ruins are set up with multiple spells. Moreover, these spells are from ancient times and our modern magic, so the spells are slower..." Lucius noticed Voldemort's frown and said quickly, "But Rudolfs dare not act recklessly in this regard. If he forcibly enters the outbreak that causes the trap, it is nothing, but if it causes a landslide or even causes the heart of Vic inside to be destroyed... It will really ruin your big event, so the progress is slower... But because of this, we think that the thing is indeed inside..."

"It's too slow... urging him... I don't think you and your friends want me to supervise it in person..." As soon as Voldemort's impatient compromise fell, a painful wail suddenly came, dragging it long and miserable, as if answering his words.

Blood slid from Grigor's left eye socket. Amidst the shrill screams, his original eyeballs slid to the ground and rolled into a pool of blood... Grigor gasped in pain, his hands were covered in blood, and slowly lifted the glass cover in front of him, gently pinched the dry eye, pressed it towards the socket, and the human eye squeezed directly into his right socket, and was infiltrated by blood, instantly enriched, turning wildly in his socket.

Voldemort's twisted mouth moved and mocked, "Lucius, it seems that he is more efficient than Rudolfs."

When the dry eye stopped rotating, the skin around Grigor's eye sockets cracked like cracked land, and the entire eye socket turned black. The slightly dry eyeball seemed to be connected by millions of red bloodshot lines, like a woven spider web and broken glass, suddenly stuck to the eye sockets.

Grigor gasped in pain, his new eye could not even close, and he collapsed on the floor and kept trembling, sweat and blood mixed together - until the pupils of Vick's Eye suddenly met Voldemort who was observing in front of him.

Without warning, Grigor's hanging fingers moved, and a flame was released by his staffless spell to cover everyone's sight. Then, Grigor's new eyes suddenly released a continuous ray from behind the flame. The red ray looked like the blood vessels on the previous eye stalk, rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and disappeared instantly. However, although the rays shot from Vick's eye were amazing and extremely rapid, it shot a Death Eater behind Voldemort - the Death Eater was instantly wrapped in layers of red silk threads into a red mummy, and then "bang" shattered, as if all the vitality was pulled away by these red silk threads, and scattered into gray scum.

Under the influence of Vikna's magic eye, Grigor, who was originally timid and cowardly, sat upright, and continued to sweep at the Death Eaters in front of him with a ray of madness.

When the Death Eaters began to fuss around and dodge, Voldemort, who had reappeared, appeared behind Grigor, who was still in a state of loss of mind. His leather boots were heavily on the ground, bent down and pinched the neck of the Mont's heir with his left hand like a pale spider, and used Vicna's hand to directly snatch Grigor's eyeball - his Vicna's hand was hit by a ray, but nothing happened at all.

Voldemort pulled out and looked at the other person's reaction: "It is said that the power of the Eye of Vicna will change with the new owner, but one thing is certain: no good has ever happened to those who misfortune to own it. It is destined to betray its wearer at important moments and abandon him when he needs its power most."

As if he realized that he was about to be removed, the Eye of Vicna in the cracked eye socket turned wildly irregularly, Grigor's hair quickly turned gray and his skin was old and gray, as if he had lost all the moisture, and his skin had black marks... Grigor seemed to have lost all his vitality in an instant, and the pupils of the intact eye gradually dissipated.

Voldemort's red eyes looked brighter, and the two cat-like eyes were aimed at the Vic's eye. After it absorbed all its vitality, with a pop, when Voldemort raised his hand again, the withered fingers that had left his eyes and looked as dry as before - and Grigor could no longer see the appearance of his once young man, like a skeleton wrapped in dry skin, which had already lost his life.

"Dear Grigor, it seems that you are not favored by luck... But I am about to own all three-piece sets of this magical artifact! This will suppress this curse and bring me more powerful strength!" Voldemort looked at the body of the Mont family heir and muttered to his body nervously, and he began to stretch his fingers to his own left eye socket...

In Bavaria, Germany, Germany, near the Neumengard Wizard Prison, in the direction of Austria, a flame appeared out of thin air in a corridor in the highest part of the tower, far from people, magically used to prevent the shadow from moving.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor of the top-level prison. The magic lamps with green light emitted faintly on the walls on both sides of the corridor shone on the golden stars dotted on the purple magic robe of the visitor, emitting a little shining light. As he approached the middle cell, the visitor stopped, sorted out the pointed wizard hat with a slightly crooked head, and continued to move forward. He saw the target of the trip.

The first Dark King Gellert Grindelwald had already stood straight by the railing of the cage. Although he was a little fat, he was wearing a formal outfit and smiled at the person who had been waiting for a long time. At this time, his pupils with prophetic eyes were still moving - the sofa in the cell was still marks of his sitting before remained on the sofa in the cell, a bucket of half-empty popcorn was placed on the small tea table next to him, and the TV in the cell was still playing the floating city of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's magic robe swung like waves, and the Phoenix Fox on his shoulder burst out with another flame. After the flames ended, the white wizard had appeared in the cage, and his eyes met Grindelwald's eyes that had returned to normal - the male phoenix on his shoulder had already flew to the snack pile as he was familiar with the snacks and began to peck at the popcorn.
Chapter completed!