The candle wicks burned, making crackling sounds.

The ghostly light illuminated a small area, and the long shadows were cast on the stone wall behind.

This is a long and narrow room.

The walls were covered with rough stones, which looked like a cell, and were like a niche designed by the believers for placing statues.

But in this room, there were neither prisoners nor statues.

Under the dim candlelight, there was only a pale face and lifeless empty eye sockets facing the room.

A skull.

The skull is placed on a shaky table against the back wall. Two human leg bones are placed on both sides, and there are bottles and jars on the table.

A ferocious snake lying on the wall beside the table, and three heads stared straight at the figure on the wall.

The figure is as blurred as a ghost.

The ghost's master stood in front of the wall, with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping or contemplating.

A servant knelt humbly on the ground, aiming his wand at the gradually darkened arm of the master, and gently chanting complicated spells.

The potions on the table were all poured onto their arms, but the black toxins were just slightly dimmed.

The corrosion of the potion brought in immense pain, and Voldemort opened his eyes.

He had no hair, like a snake, two slender nostrils, a pair of shiny red eyes, and his pupils were vertical.

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at Snape who was treating him.

Snape's eyes were just right at the wall, and he could see a small piece of faded graffiti - ten scribbled capital letters.

VOLE DE MORT

"This is French." Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse. "I carved it fifty years ago, but I didn't expect it to be still there."

VOLE DE MORT is Voldemort, which is also his name - Voldemort.

"This room was called the 'reflection room' back then, for me to think about death."

Voldemort slowly stroked the wall with his slender fingers on his left arm, touching the French letters that mean "stay away from death."

"I gained a valuable understanding of the fleeting nature of life by thinking about the inevitable nature of death."

Snape's eyes turned from letters to fresh skulls on the table.

It sounds very profound, but this room later became a place where Voldemort specializes in torture wizards.

——It looks like the castle of Neumungad in Grindelwald.

Just a while ago, Voldemort was here, tortured and murdered a Death Eater.

He never thought about his own death, but the death of others!

"I will teach you the task, how is it done, Severus?"

Staring at his arms, Voldemort could already clearly feel that the toxins were eroding his arms.

That pain tortures him day and night.

"Stark...he's very cautious," Snape whispered. "He doesn't trust me much, like the stupid dog, Black."

"I thought that most of his outstanding potion level was taught by you." Voldemort said with a sarcastic tone.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with you, it's all him who taught himself?"

"Stark and I have always had a bad relationship." Snape lowered his head.

"Apart from the knowledge taught in class, I have never tutored him after class."

Voldemort frowned and said, "In addition to his magical attainments, he is also a potion master.

It seems... William Stark's secrets are more than I thought."

"Master, IMHO, why not resurrect?" Snape sincerely suggested.

"Let's change another body, we're all by your side, this time it's easy."

Voldemort pursed his thin lips, but did not answer.

In this body, there is Harry's blood and Lily's protective talisman!

It took so much effort to get Potter out and resurrect successfully... He was reluctant to let it go!

Changing a body is indeed easy now, but that magical power is gone.

At the very least, he can no longer touch Harry's skin!

The death fourteen years ago is still vivid in my mind, and the fear of being rebounded by my own death curse still lingers in Voldemort's heart.

Even though he was eroded by poison, he was unwilling to change his body before killing Harry.

"But... it's really time to make plans." Voldemort thought.

If Snape could not cheat the antidote, this body might not last for two years and would die sooner or later.

Voldemort had to figure out what happened back then.

What does that prophecy say--its complete content!!

The candlelight suddenly flashed, and a stream of air blew, and it became dark and immediately lighted up again.

Lucius Malfoy pushed open the door and walked into the narrow room in fear.

He breathed a choking smell of magic potion, and he felt more and more intensely penetrated his nostrils.

The room was very humid, and the humidity in the air made the smell even heavier.

Malfoy knew that Voldemort was injured and was injured by Stark, but he didn't expect it to be so severe.

Malfoy did not look up, and there was no chance to investigate the injury. He still lowered his eyelids and said respectfully:

"Master, the conference room has been tidied up and is ready to use."

Before Voldemort fell, this place was once one of the strongholds of the Death Eaters. After his accident, this place was abandoned.

Unexpectedly, many years later, it became a place for the Death Eaters again.

"No, there is no need for the conference room, just say it here."

After so many years of wandering, no one will believe Voldemort now.

This period of time is even more important, and he must be cautious in every step.

Therefore, the Death Eater's mission is independent and confidential. Once a leak occurs, he will quickly know who is...traitor.

Voldemort looked at Snape: "Very good...you can leave now. Call Avery."

Snape packed up his potion, bowed and quickly stepped back, and retreated out of the door.

In the room, there were only Malfoy and Voldemort. Malfoy's body was tense and seemed very scared.

Crunch!

The door was opened again, and Avery walked in quickly and knelt down next to Malfoy.

"This is an absolutely confidential task," Voldemort said softly.

"I need you two to get something for me."

"What, Master?" Avery smiled flatteringly: "Whenever you want, no matter where you are, we will give you our lives."

"What if I ask you to go to Hogwarts?" Voldemort sneered. "Go and kill Stark!"

Malfoy swallowed, isn't this going to die?

Avery was also full of horror and looked up and said, "Master, when we enter Hogwarts, we may be discovered by Dumbledore."

Voldemort snorted.

Early and late, he would enter Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore and Stark with his own hands.

"No need to go to Hogwarts..." he said coldly.

Malfoy and Avery's bodies became obviously soft, but then they were stiff.

The Dark King said coldly: "We are going to the Ministry of Magic's Mysterious Things Management Department and help me get something."

Malfoy and Avery looked at each other uneasyly.

The Ministry of Magic is not so easy to break into, and it even goes inside to steal things.

"What, is there any difficulty?" Voldemort's red eyes stared at the two of them, his eyes sharp.

"Of course there is no problem, master!" Avery took the lead and said cleverly. "As long as you give orders, no problem will be a problem anymore."

It's actually one step slower!

Malfoy was secretly upset inside. He had not licked the Dark King for more than ten years... his skills were a little unfamiliar.

"Do you have any plans?" Voldemort approached Avery.

"Perhaps we can control the silent men of the Department of Mystery Management." Avery suggested.
To be continued...