Chapter 125 Voldemort: Follow me to defeat Azkaban!

"No, I still have confidence in my clone." Voldemort's voice was hoarse and cold, "Don't say such words again in the future."

Although he spoke simply, Voldemort's scarlet eyes kept flashing, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Yes, Master." Yaxley bowed his head obediently.

There was another breathless silence...

A moment later, the fireplace in the living room suddenly lit up, making a crackling sound, breaking the silence in the living room.

"Lucius." Voldemort glanced sideways at the absent-minded owner of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, walked to the green flame of the fireplace, and put his hand into it.

The flames in the fireplace were very gentle and did not hurt Lucius' hand at all.

A piece of parchment rolled into a small roll was taken out of the green flames by Lucius. He unfolded the paper, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"It's a letter from Severus!" he exclaimed.

Voldemort's expression suddenly became more energetic, and he looked at Lucius with inquiring eyes.

"Severus said that he has entangled Dumbledore and is about to go to the principal's office to discuss with him how to deal with the threat of the Dark Lord's return..." After reading this, Lucius glanced at Voldemort with some fear, " this……"

"This is normal." Voldemort was not angry at Snape's statement. He just nodded calmly, "Severus's identity as a Death Eater cannot be hidden from Dumbledore. Only by letting Dumbledore know... By identifying him as an undercover agent lurking among us, Severus' true alignment will not be exposed."

"I have already communicated with him about what information can be told to Dumbledore and what cannot be told. You don't have to worry about these useless things, Lucius, keep reading!"

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the crumpled parchment in his hand, and then read:

"Severus also said that in the next time, he will try to drag Dumbledore to the principal's office and carefully discuss with him the plan to fight the Death Eaters, which can buy us about three hours. …”

"Three hours?" Voldemort nodded, "enough for us to break through Azkaban!"

Then, he seemed to think of some other threat, and his face sank, "Did Severus mention Dracula? Did he only hold back Dumbledore, not Dracula?" Someone who’s a bigger threat?”

"Wait a minute, Master. Severus mentioned Dracula on the back of this piece of paper." Lucius quickly read on:

"Dracula attended the 500th anniversary party of the ghost Sir Nicholas on this Halloween night. He had a good relationship with the ghosts, and there were many novel things at the ghost party, which suited his interests, so he There is no chance of leaving the meeting midway.”

"Not only that, this kind of ghost party often lasts until after midnight, so Dracula's time in Hogwarts Castle is theoretically longer than that of Dumbledore - at least four hours Won’t leave.”

After reading this, Lucius said with a relaxed expression: "Master, so to speak... we are quite lucky!"

However, Voldemort frowned.

"Severus just let Dracula stay alone with the ghosts? This is completely pinning his hopes on Dracula's character. I can't see any rigor in it!" he said coldly, "What does it mean to be lucky? What if Dracula just doesn't want to stay with ghosts anymore and has to leave Hogwarts?"

"If Severus only goes so far, I'll be very disappointed in him!"

Lucius's relaxed expression paused for a moment, and he quickly looked at the last paragraph on the parchment:

"In order to prevent Dracula from suddenly changing his schedule and plans (he has done this often), I have a backup plan - I gave Dracula a gift three days ago on the grounds of easing the relationship between colleagues. A very novel black magic item, he has been carrying it with him these days, taking it out to play with from time to time..."

"However, Dracula was obviously not willing to dismantle this black magic item and did not discover the positioning magic inside it, so he gave me an opportunity..."

"Dracula's location is always recorded on that piece of parchment. If you find that he disappears suddenly or moves abnormally, please be sure to pay more attention!——s·s"

After reading the text left by Snape, Lucius looked over and over at the crumpled narrow parchment in his hand, but he did not find any traces of positioning magic on it, nor did he see what Snape meant on it. Said location record.

"Bring him here, Lucius!" Voldemort looked at Lucius who was in a hurry with disgust, and stretched out his fingers as slender as spider legs to him, "How can I have trash like you under my command!"

Lucius showed an embarrassed expression, gingerly handed the parchment to Voldemort's hand, and then lowered his head.

Lucius showed an extremely unhappy expression on his deeply buried face.

However, Voldemort's attention was all focused on the parchment on his palm at this time, and he didn't care at all about the strange expression on Lucius's face.

He stretched out his wand and touched it on the narrow parchment, and said softly——

"The mark appears (grate)."

The next moment, the writing on the parchment seemed to melt, and all the ink was disrupted and reorganized, and vertical and horizontal lines were intertwined to form a simple floor plan of Hogwarts Castle.

A red light spot is marked on the left side of the plan, which is the location of the underground classroom where the ghost is.

In addition, there is also a line of small words that are almost legible appearing on the edge, thoughtfully annotating——

"The red dot is Dracula's location. If the red dot suddenly disappears, or starts to flash or move quickly, please pay attention to it!"

The Death Eaters present all looked at this magical parchment in astonishment.

They were very curious as to how Snape was able to create such an exquisite and compact positioning map in such a short period of time!

What the Death Eaters didn't know was that Snape's former rivals in school, the "Four Robbers", were best at making locating maps. They often used such maps to find Snape's location and bully him at that time. Still very young Snape.

As the sworn enemy of the Robbers, Snape also studied the principles of magical positioning in detail when he was a student.

Compared with the Marauder's Map made by the Robbers, this super simplified version of Snape's small map really pales into insignificance!

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"Very good!" Voldemort stood up from his seat and nodded affirmatively, "As expected of Severus, I knew it would be impossible for him to make such low-level mistakes as just now!"

Lucius: "..."

That's not what you just said...

"Now I have to send my clone to send Potter's blood." Voldemort stood up impatiently and paced back and forth in the dark living room of the Malfoy family. "What a waste. It took more than half a year to even collect the blood of a young wizard." I can’t even get it!”

"Severus can only hold Dumbledore off for three hours, and we don't know when Dracula will come out of the ghost party... There is no room for any delay!"

"Waste! Waste! Waste!"

The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally he couldn't help but curse loudly.

In the entire living room, elite wizards from all walks of life were silent, trembling, and had no courage to answer the conversation.

The only sound left in the living room was Voldemort's still angry heavy breathing.

Just when the room was about to fall into silence again, the flame in the fireplace lit up with another burst of green light. Voldemort and the Death Eaters present subconsciously turned their attention to it——

A cheek composed of various elements in the fireplace suddenly appeared in the green flames!

Although the face made of flames, ashes and coal looks a bit scary, judging from the structure of the face, you can still vaguely see the handsomeness of this face.

"Trash, you still know how to contact us?!" Voldemort roared, "What have you done this month, and you can't even get a bottle of blood?!"

"Who told me at that time that I would definitely be able to get Potter's blood before Halloween?! I trusted you time and time again, but you failed me again and again!"

"Tell me! Did you bring anything here this time?"

Voldemort stared at Riddle's face in the fire with his scarlet eyes, burning with anger.

Even as Voldemort's Horcrux, Riddle was frightened by the violent mood of his main soul.

This matter can be said to be the only important task Voldemort has given him, but it has been delayed by him for too long.

At first, he didn't find a practical method. When he finally found a method, he reached an agreement with Dracula and could only continue to drag it out.

Of course, the most important point is that after absorbing the Horcrux fragment in Ravenclaw's crown, Riddle has long lost the possibility of standing with his main soul!

So he took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and said, "Can you wait for me a little longer?"

"Still waiting?!" Voldemort suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the fire where Riddle was.

Under Voldemort's angry eyes, the flames in the fireplace rolled crazily, the green fire tumbling, jumping wildly in the narrow space, like an angry devil dancing in hell!

Riddle's face made of fire was messed up and his voice became indistinct.

"Listen... I say, I really... want to help... you." Riddle's voice came out from the flames, intermittently, "But... it wasn't until today that I... finally found out how to get it... The perfect time for Harry's...blood..."

"You said the same thing last time!" Voldemort said loudly, still angry.

Perhaps because he wanted to hear what reasons Riddle would give, or perhaps because he really wanted to get a little more pleasant news from Riddle, Voldemort did not completely disconnect Riddle.

The churning green flames slowly calmed down and gradually returned to burning quietly as before.

And Riddle's face was restored to integrity, and his voice became clear again.

"I don't know why, but Dracula paid too close attention to Harry Potter during this period, and I couldn't find a suitable opportunity to draw blood." He explained to Voldemort, "But today is different from the past. , Dracula went to attend the ghost’s death anniversary party, and he won’t come out from there until after twelve o’clock in the morning!”

"This is an excellent opportunity! Although Harry Potter and his friends also attended the death anniversary party, this kind of little wizard certainly couldn't stand the gloomy atmosphere of the death anniversary party. After staying for two hours at most, they would I won’t be able to help but come out from the ghost side.”

"When Harry comes out, I'll tell him that I prepared a nice dinner for my friend to comfort him from attending the ghost dinner... When Harry comes to my teaching assistant's office, I'll tell him In Dracula's absence, wouldn't he be at my mercy?"

"I only need three hours at most! I promise that before eleven o'clock tonight, I will be able to bring Harry's blood to the safe place you told me before!"

Riddle's tone suddenly became extremely serious: "If I can't do it, I am willing to accept your punishment, even if it means completely absorbing the sanity I was born with!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked deeply into Riddle's face, as if wondering how true his words were.

"About Dracula and ghosts staying together, I guess you are right."

Voldemort slowly raised his hand and looked at the narrow, wrinkled parchment in his hand. At this time, the red dot representing Dracula was still motionless in the underground classroom.

"In this case, I will give you one last chance..." He said in a cold tone, "I will even give you an extra hour... Before Halloween officially comes, if you haven't sent the blood, then you Know what to expect!"

Riddle nodded slightly, and then his face disappeared in the green flames.

Voldemort watched Riddle disappear with scarlet eyes, and watched the flames in the fireplace gradually turn from green to red, with an inexplicable expression.

"Master..." Yaxley came up cautiously and asked softly, "Do we really have to wait for your clone for three hours? I'm worried... what if we miss the opportunity?"

"No wait." Voldemort said, the red fire reflected on his scarlet eyes, as if there was a ball of flame burning in them, "Severus can only delay Dumbledore for three hours, we have no other It’s been three hours.”

"Let's go, let me break Azkaban!" He pointed his wand in the direction of Azkaban, "When my most loyal companion is rescued, my clone will naturally get what I want. "

"But...hasn't your strength not been completely restored yet?"

"Oh, in the absence of Dumbledore and Dracula, do those idiots from the Ministry of Magic still want to stop me?" Voldemort said in a cold voice, "Even if the strength has not yet been restored!"

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