Chapter 454: Les: Ilvermorny has my "relic"? Is this true?

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light flashed, and the rat that hurriedly slipped past the corner was instantly killed.

Voldemort's face was grim as he picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

He has now regained some strength, and is no longer helpless after releasing a killing curse like when he first got the wand.

This is very good news for him.

According to Voldemort's own estimation, he would be able to recover his full strength in just three years, but this expectation did not satisfy him, because even in his full strength, he was no match for the mysterious powerful man.

This was totally unacceptable to Voldemort.

It's already annoying enough to have Dumbledore above my head, and now not only do I have to add the North Star of the Secret Society, but I also have to add a wizard who came out of nowhere...

Voldemort longed for power again.

Not only does he want to restore all his strength, he also wants to go a step further! Kill Dumbledore, Polaris, and the mysterious man, then bring them into his domain and make them his servants!

I will also give them supreme gifts and make them my most loyal servants. With their strength, they are qualified.

Les was right about Voldemort, he was an extremely selfish person. In his "grand blueprint", the wizarding world should be in the shape of a pyramid, with the unique Lord Voldemort at the top, his most loyal Death Eaters below, and the wizards who followed him below. Those who were not so obedient but only submitted to him out of fear of force were in the middle of the pyramid, and Muggles and magical creatures were at the base of the pyramid. Those who were disobedient and insubordinate were not even qualified to be enslaved.

However, the structure of the pyramid has changed a little bit. The Death Eaters at the top of the pyramid have been replaced by the undead who joined Voldemort's domain. Death Eaters who are unwilling to embrace death and become his eternal servants are not qualified to be the servants closest to him.

It is not surprising that Voldemort had such thoughts, because he had really suffered betrayal. When he lost power, many Death Eaters chose to stab him in the back, which made him feel resentful.

If Voldemort still had some trust in the Death Eaters twenty years ago, now he only trusts himself. And maybe those cute snakes too.

But at the moment these thoughts are just illusions, no different from the erotic dreams a virgin has before going to bed at night.

He hasn't even recovered his ability to cast spells without a wand!

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but sigh. He stood up silently and went to the corner to get the dead mouse.

After a simple treatment, Voldemort began to enjoy the delicious meal in front of him.

At this moment, the door of the dilapidated house was pushed open with a creaking sound.

Voldemort stopped what he was doing and grasped the wand that lay on the table.

To his surprise, the person who walked in was a standard puppet of the Ministry of Magic.

"Ministry of Magic? How did you find this place?" Voldemort's heart was filled with alarm.

In this state, if he were surrounded by people from the Ministry of Magic, he would really die on the spot.

"Do not panic, my friend. I am the North Star of the Secret Order." Just as the battle was about to break out, the puppet spoke, and the dispute was resolved without warning.

But even if the other party reported the name of North Star, Voldemort did not relax at all. To him, there was not much difference between the Ministry of Magic and the Secret Order, except that the latter was slightly better than the former.

"What do you want from me?" Voldemort said coldly.

Although his strength has been reduced to 99% at this moment, his momentum is still strong.

This level of bravado would not have fooled Polaris, but he did not expose his dubious ally.

"Our cooperation is not over yet, is it? Although we encountered a small setback in the finals, fortunately this is only the Quidditch finals, not between us and Hogwarts."

Voldemort's expression was still grim, but he seemed much more relaxed.

From what Polaris said, he and the Secret Order can continue to cooperate in depth for some time.

Voldemort was somewhat worried that after he lost his power, the members of the Secret Society would forcibly take back the divine remains in his body. Having been with the Secret Society for so long, he also understood what the successfully fused divine remains meant to them.

It means a strong one that can be mass-produced.

The difficulty of fusing the remains of a god whose hostility has been worn away is much lower, and the secret society regards this kind of god's remains as a treasure.

"You look like you could use a little help."

"Lord Voldemort does not need help." Voldemort fought back strongly at the first moment and refused to admit that he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

"Although the puppet's eyes are for decoration, mine are not." The puppet controlled by Polaris made a hissing sound. "The power of the domain is wreaking havoc in your body. The Secret Order can help you remove the remaining power. It will take at least three years for you to rely on your own strength. I can't wait that long."

Voldemort fell silent. He knew that if he rejected Polaris again, the goal of the Order would really become to recover the divine remains from him and then have the monks in the order merge with them.

Seeing that Voldemort stopped talking, Polaris, who was hiding behind the puppet, also showed a satisfied smile.

He also didn't want to forcibly replace the receptor of the God's Skeleton. After all, Voldemort was the one who could best bring out the strength of the God's Skeleton, and there was no more suitable candidate than him in the organization.

"I will let the monks in the order come here to find you. I don't want them to make a wasted trip, and I don't want to see their condition change, because I have other arrangements for them."

After saying this, the puppet froze in place and stopped moving.

Voldemort looked at the pile of garbage left by Polaris in his room, and a look of extreme disgust flashed in his eyes, but he didn't know what to do with it.

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After most of the day's revelry, Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in a listless atmosphere.

This is normal. Even energetic young people would feel tired after yesterday's intense celebration, but Rice is not one of them.

For a teenager, his schedule is too healthy.

He had a good sleep yesterday and when he woke up this morning he felt like he had lost several pounds.

When he arrived at the lounge, Les found Daphne walking out of the dormitory yawning, her long silver hair was messy, and it was obvious that she had just woken up not long ago.

After seeing Les, Daphne was stunned at first, then immediately waved to him happily and said hello.

"Good morning. Would you like to have some breakfast? I didn't eat well in the past month." Les responded to Daphne's greeting and extended an invitation to breakfast.

"Of course!" Daphne agreed without hesitation.

On the way to the auditorium, she belatedly remembered something.

"Les, I met a contestant from Ilvermorny during the competition. He said that in order to prepare for this competition, Ilvermorny used a relic of Salazar Slytherin!"

Les: Huh?

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The second update is here. Good afternoon! The next chapter will be after midnight.