Chapter 350 Between Horcruxes and Strangeness
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire.
In the past, white peacocks could be seen strolling in the manor, but now they have disappeared.
The interior of the manor is very luxurious, with luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors.
In the living room, the purple wallpaper makes the interior more luxurious and luxurious.
But now, that nobility has been replaced by gloom.
The fog that lingered in Malfoy Manor hadn't lifted all year.
No one knows how many extremely evil guys live in this manor.
Lucius Malfoy sat cautiously on the right side of the long table, and Lippi, whose alias was Drogon, was lucky enough to get into one of the seats.
The Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban returned to their masters, but at the same time they had to bear the pressure from Voldemort.
Voldemort was in a bad mood.
Everyone can see it.
The Dark Lord is in a dangerous situation, and no one wants to be in trouble.
Even Bieber, who is a diehard fan, is the same.
They lowered their heads, not daring to look at that face.
"Who can tell me." Voldemort said.
He shifted his gaze to Lucius and said, "Lucius, tell me what we need to do most."
Lucius' body trembled slightly, he swallowed, and his voice trembled, "Master, we need to go to the Department of Mysteries to get that thing."
"You're wrong, Lucius."
Lucius shuddered violently. Before the horror on his face came out, he heard Voldemort say, "Only Harry Potter can take that thing down. We need Harry Potter."
All Death Eaters listened to Voldemort.
Only Voldemort's voice became irritable, "And that Johnny Silver Hand who is against us!"
"He's like a bug in the gutter, I just want to run him over."
Voldemort was full of hostility, and Lucius, who was closest, felt it was difficult to breathe.
"However," Voldemort said back to normal after the hostility disappeared suddenly, "after we get the thing, we can crush that bug to death."
Set a strategic goal to take what's in the Department of Mysteries.
But how to lure Potter over?
Voldemort has the answer to this question.
He looked at the only person present who wasn't a Death Eater.
"Nacissa, I need you to do something for me."
Stared at by those cold snake eyes, Narcissa felt a chill in her body, but she was not Lucius.
She nodded slowly.
The meeting is dissolved.
Lucius turned his worried eyes on his wife, and Narcissa felt warm in her heart.
"Be careful." Lucius grabbed his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't disobey the master."
coward.
Narcissa gave her husband a hard look.
After Lucius finished speaking, he looked back at Voldemort, and walked away quickly with worry.
Narcissa needed to remain calm, and she respectfully went over to obey Voldemort's command.
But when Voldemort was about to speak, his expression changed.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Narcissa felt that Voldemort's whole body seemed to have lost consciousness for a short time.
Waking up, Voldemort staggered and held onto the table.
"Dark Lord?" Narcissa looked over.
There was a look of surprise in Voldemort's eyes, and he felt something leave.
"This is the second time."
His expression was cloudy and uncertain, and even he didn't know what happened.
This has never happened before, it was too sudden.
He immediately thought of the Horcrux, but no, it wasn't like that.
Even if something happened to the Horcrux, it shouldn't be like this.
What the hell is going on?
"Golden Cup, who is it?" Voldemort suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Gringotts' cup was missing, and he didn't know who took it.
Thinking of him as the Dark Lord, he shouldn't feel this way.
Only others have ever been afraid of Voldemort, not him.
That feeling was a very short moment. After he came back to his senses, he showed a trace of killing intent towards Narcissa.
His posture was seen by others.
His first reaction was to kill that person.
But Narcissa is not only Lucius' wife, but also Bellatrix's sister, and a pawn needed for this plan.
Voldemort hid his killing intent and let Narcissa come over calmly.
He whispered a secret plan in Narcissa's ear.
Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, but when she left the living room, her expression became a little weirder.
"It's such a coincidence."
At this moment, Narcissa even felt absurd.
It was too much of a coincidence that Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort used the same plan.
...
John woke up slowly, and he sat up with his forehead.
Tang Mi didn't show up, and he won't let anyone in this place.
The first time he got up, he took out his pocket watch to check the time.
"Has it been a night?"
Throat itchy, John coughed violently until a mouthful of black blood was spit out.
He stared at Black Blood while counting the time in his mind.
"Be very cautious, so that you can wait until the discovery, and the rescue time has already been missed."
John said with interest, "This brain is better than Crabbe and Goyle."
Voldemort didn't know if it was because he split too many souls, and he seemed not worthy of the Dark Lord's wisdom.
But once able to make the Ministry of Magic so embarrassed, Voldemort was not confused in some places.
On the surface, Crabbe and Goyle came in as Death Eaters to poison John, but in fact they arranged for someone else.
"Two-handed, you're pretty good in these shady ways, Tom."
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, John cleaned the black blood away.
The golden cup fell to the ground, and after picking it up, the cold and evil feeling disappeared.
"Hufflepuff's gold cup." John muttered as he stroked the gold cup with his fingers, "What Hufflepuff leaves behind should not be ordinary."
The silver hand stretched out his fingers and tapped on the gold cup, and he closed his eyes to feel it carefully.
After a while, he opened his eyes and said in surprise: "This craftsmanship is not inferior to Gryffindor's sword, and it has a magical existence just like Ravenclar's crown."
Putting away the gold cup, John collected two of the relics of the Big Four.
The remaining Slytherin locket should be at 12 Grimmauld Place.
The Horcrux was clear, and a smile appeared on the corner of John's mouth.
"Tom, I think we'll meet soon."
It was already noon the next day when I walked out of the secret room.
Riddle, the black long-eared owl, comfortably closes his eyes in a lavender garden, with Basil beside him.
When Basil saw John, he flapped his wings and flew over.
John took the envelope from its mouth and opened it.
With surprise in his eyes, John burned the letter.
Tang Mi came to the garden and was relieved to see John appear.
Tang Mi said respectfully, "My lord, Old Batty is here to visit."
"That's really a coincidence," John straightened his clothes and said with a smile, "I happened to be looking for him."
Raising his hand to brush his face, a silver mask appeared on his face.
Incarnate as Johnny Silver Hand, John said to Tang Mi, "Get me some snacks."
"The one you gave Ozzy Heard last time was a good one."
Tang Mi's rare old face flushed, he coughed twice and said, "Those snacks were bought by my subordinates."
"If you didn't buy it at [-]% off the raw material price, I might give you a compliment." John glanced at Tang Mi.
Tang Mi stopped talking, he was afraid that if he continued talking, there might be problems with his salary.
Arriving at the study, old Batty sat there with short gray hair and meticulous.
"Old Barty, I haven't congratulated you yet." John walked into the study and shook hands with Old Barty, smiling; "Minister Crouch has been the most popular in the past 20 years."
Old Batty laughed, obviously in a good mood.
After John sat down, Old Batty didn't hide anything, and said, "I'm here on official business. There are many places in the Ministry of Magic that need to be repaired and refurbished."
"As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have this budget yet." John crossed his chin.
Batty Sr. agreed, "It was originally like this, but it was saved due to equipment maintenance costs, plus some stupid people who forgot to pay taxes sent taxes."
It can be seen that those fools are not really foolish, they are afraid of being settled by old Batty.
Because of these connections, the Ministry now has some money to spare.
Let old Batty finally not have to stare at the Magic Brothers fountain statue, thinking about when it will be demolished and sold for money.
However, when he heard that old Barty was going to redecorate the Ministry of Magic, a strange look flashed in John's eyes.
He said bewitchingly, "Old Batty, I have a suggestion that can save you a lot of money."
Old Batty's expression changed when he heard the words, and he looked at the unpredictable Johnny Silver Hand.
...
In the past, white peacocks could be seen strolling in the manor, but now they have disappeared.
The interior of the manor is very luxurious, with luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors.
In the living room, the purple wallpaper makes the interior more luxurious and luxurious.
But now, that nobility has been replaced by gloom.
The fog that lingered in Malfoy Manor hadn't lifted all year.
No one knows how many extremely evil guys live in this manor.
Lucius Malfoy sat cautiously on the right side of the long table, and Lippi, whose alias was Drogon, was lucky enough to get into one of the seats.
The Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban returned to their masters, but at the same time they had to bear the pressure from Voldemort.
Voldemort was in a bad mood.
Everyone can see it.
The Dark Lord is in a dangerous situation, and no one wants to be in trouble.
Even Bieber, who is a diehard fan, is the same.
They lowered their heads, not daring to look at that face.
"Who can tell me." Voldemort said.
He shifted his gaze to Lucius and said, "Lucius, tell me what we need to do most."
Lucius' body trembled slightly, he swallowed, and his voice trembled, "Master, we need to go to the Department of Mysteries to get that thing."
"You're wrong, Lucius."
Lucius shuddered violently. Before the horror on his face came out, he heard Voldemort say, "Only Harry Potter can take that thing down. We need Harry Potter."
All Death Eaters listened to Voldemort.
Only Voldemort's voice became irritable, "And that Johnny Silver Hand who is against us!"
"He's like a bug in the gutter, I just want to run him over."
Voldemort was full of hostility, and Lucius, who was closest, felt it was difficult to breathe.
"However," Voldemort said back to normal after the hostility disappeared suddenly, "after we get the thing, we can crush that bug to death."
Set a strategic goal to take what's in the Department of Mysteries.
But how to lure Potter over?
Voldemort has the answer to this question.
He looked at the only person present who wasn't a Death Eater.
"Nacissa, I need you to do something for me."
Stared at by those cold snake eyes, Narcissa felt a chill in her body, but she was not Lucius.
She nodded slowly.
The meeting is dissolved.
Lucius turned his worried eyes on his wife, and Narcissa felt warm in her heart.
"Be careful." Lucius grabbed his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't disobey the master."
coward.
Narcissa gave her husband a hard look.
After Lucius finished speaking, he looked back at Voldemort, and walked away quickly with worry.
Narcissa needed to remain calm, and she respectfully went over to obey Voldemort's command.
But when Voldemort was about to speak, his expression changed.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Narcissa felt that Voldemort's whole body seemed to have lost consciousness for a short time.
Waking up, Voldemort staggered and held onto the table.
"Dark Lord?" Narcissa looked over.
There was a look of surprise in Voldemort's eyes, and he felt something leave.
"This is the second time."
His expression was cloudy and uncertain, and even he didn't know what happened.
This has never happened before, it was too sudden.
He immediately thought of the Horcrux, but no, it wasn't like that.
Even if something happened to the Horcrux, it shouldn't be like this.
What the hell is going on?
"Golden Cup, who is it?" Voldemort suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Gringotts' cup was missing, and he didn't know who took it.
Thinking of him as the Dark Lord, he shouldn't feel this way.
Only others have ever been afraid of Voldemort, not him.
That feeling was a very short moment. After he came back to his senses, he showed a trace of killing intent towards Narcissa.
His posture was seen by others.
His first reaction was to kill that person.
But Narcissa is not only Lucius' wife, but also Bellatrix's sister, and a pawn needed for this plan.
Voldemort hid his killing intent and let Narcissa come over calmly.
He whispered a secret plan in Narcissa's ear.
Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, but when she left the living room, her expression became a little weirder.
"It's such a coincidence."
At this moment, Narcissa even felt absurd.
It was too much of a coincidence that Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort used the same plan.
...
John woke up slowly, and he sat up with his forehead.
Tang Mi didn't show up, and he won't let anyone in this place.
The first time he got up, he took out his pocket watch to check the time.
"Has it been a night?"
Throat itchy, John coughed violently until a mouthful of black blood was spit out.
He stared at Black Blood while counting the time in his mind.
"Be very cautious, so that you can wait until the discovery, and the rescue time has already been missed."
John said with interest, "This brain is better than Crabbe and Goyle."
Voldemort didn't know if it was because he split too many souls, and he seemed not worthy of the Dark Lord's wisdom.
But once able to make the Ministry of Magic so embarrassed, Voldemort was not confused in some places.
On the surface, Crabbe and Goyle came in as Death Eaters to poison John, but in fact they arranged for someone else.
"Two-handed, you're pretty good in these shady ways, Tom."
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, John cleaned the black blood away.
The golden cup fell to the ground, and after picking it up, the cold and evil feeling disappeared.
"Hufflepuff's gold cup." John muttered as he stroked the gold cup with his fingers, "What Hufflepuff leaves behind should not be ordinary."
The silver hand stretched out his fingers and tapped on the gold cup, and he closed his eyes to feel it carefully.
After a while, he opened his eyes and said in surprise: "This craftsmanship is not inferior to Gryffindor's sword, and it has a magical existence just like Ravenclar's crown."
Putting away the gold cup, John collected two of the relics of the Big Four.
The remaining Slytherin locket should be at 12 Grimmauld Place.
The Horcrux was clear, and a smile appeared on the corner of John's mouth.
"Tom, I think we'll meet soon."
It was already noon the next day when I walked out of the secret room.
Riddle, the black long-eared owl, comfortably closes his eyes in a lavender garden, with Basil beside him.
When Basil saw John, he flapped his wings and flew over.
John took the envelope from its mouth and opened it.
With surprise in his eyes, John burned the letter.
Tang Mi came to the garden and was relieved to see John appear.
Tang Mi said respectfully, "My lord, Old Batty is here to visit."
"That's really a coincidence," John straightened his clothes and said with a smile, "I happened to be looking for him."
Raising his hand to brush his face, a silver mask appeared on his face.
Incarnate as Johnny Silver Hand, John said to Tang Mi, "Get me some snacks."
"The one you gave Ozzy Heard last time was a good one."
Tang Mi's rare old face flushed, he coughed twice and said, "Those snacks were bought by my subordinates."
"If you didn't buy it at [-]% off the raw material price, I might give you a compliment." John glanced at Tang Mi.
Tang Mi stopped talking, he was afraid that if he continued talking, there might be problems with his salary.
Arriving at the study, old Batty sat there with short gray hair and meticulous.
"Old Barty, I haven't congratulated you yet." John walked into the study and shook hands with Old Barty, smiling; "Minister Crouch has been the most popular in the past 20 years."
Old Batty laughed, obviously in a good mood.
After John sat down, Old Batty didn't hide anything, and said, "I'm here on official business. There are many places in the Ministry of Magic that need to be repaired and refurbished."
"As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have this budget yet." John crossed his chin.
Batty Sr. agreed, "It was originally like this, but it was saved due to equipment maintenance costs, plus some stupid people who forgot to pay taxes sent taxes."
It can be seen that those fools are not really foolish, they are afraid of being settled by old Batty.
Because of these connections, the Ministry now has some money to spare.
Let old Batty finally not have to stare at the Magic Brothers fountain statue, thinking about when it will be demolished and sold for money.
However, when he heard that old Barty was going to redecorate the Ministry of Magic, a strange look flashed in John's eyes.
He said bewitchingly, "Old Batty, I have a suggestion that can save you a lot of money."
Old Batty's expression changed when he heard the words, and he looked at the unpredictable Johnny Silver Hand.
...
