Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 297 Ms. Hiddleston

With a slight hook of the wand, the mask on the woman's face fell off.

A wrinkled face appeared, and Voldemort frowned unconsciously.

In his memory, he seemed to have some impression of this face, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"What's your name?"

Voldemort asked, holding his wand warily.

He was afraid that those people would fight back in reverse, so he didn't dare to relax too much.

The old woman didn't speak, and her face was expressionless, but her body was twitching slightly.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed slightly, and a perception spell was thrown at the opponent.

"Damn."

With a roar, he used a spell again, forcing the opponent to open his mouth.

Sure enough, one of her teeth was cracked and an unpleasant smell was coming out.

This old woman actually took the poison decisively at the moment when she couldn't escape.

"Shh."

With a wave of the wand, the healing spell fell on the old woman, slowing down the convulsions of the other's body.

But this can't completely heal the other party, the poison came very fiercely, and the healing spell was useless.

"Shh."

The wand waved again, this time for the Legilimency spell.

Voldemort wanted to find out her identity before this person died, and it would be best to find out the forces behind her.

Countless memories emerged, and Voldemort also remembered the identity of this person at the moment of receiving the first memory fragment.

Ms. Hiddleston, saleswoman on the Hogwarts Express.

When I entered school for the first time, Senior Abu introduced her to me.

He remembered that this man came from a pure-blood family, and was abandoned by the family because he married a poor Muggle, and finally had to become a living, as a train salesman.

While thinking about it, Voldemort didn't stop his magic, and the memory of Ms. Hiddleston was rushing into his mind frantically.

However, these memories are too ordinary, and there is nothing special about them.

"It's the same as Lockhart's state, it seems that it must be more violent."

Voldemort murmured, ready to increase the output of magic power.

But he suddenly stopped this action, even lifted the spell, turned around and took out the music box from his pocket.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."

The unique music sounded, and Ms. Hiddleston's expression changed drastically after being frozen.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction, and he raised his wand to use Legilimency again.

However, before he could wave his wand, three figures suddenly appeared behind Hiddleston.

"Avada Kedavra."

As soon as the three appeared, they raised their wands and attacked.

Facing the Imperius Curse, Voldemort had to be cautious.

He didn't want to lose his life due to carelessness like Bella in Lin Zuo's memory.

It's just that Voldemort's cautious treatment didn't help.

Because the killing curse did not come for him, but for Hiddleston.

"puff."

The green curse that hit Hiddleston first made her body limp and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly.

With a flick of his left hand, the three fingers turned into silver magic power and flew towards the three of them.

At the same time, or earlier, his right hand also swung three spells, attacking the three of them.

It's a pity that the three of them were on guard against Voldemort's curse or the hidden silver magic power.

"Boom bang bang..."

After the sound of spell collisions one after another, the three of them apparated decisively.

Voldemort wanted to catch up closely, but unfortunately the enemy had no chance at all.

Professional, powerful, and decisive, this is Voldemort's evaluation of the three.

These few people are not comparable to ordinary wizards.

Even Hiddleston, if it wasn't because of her old body that dragged her down, Voldemort might not have been able to catch her so easily.

Looking at Hiddleston, who had become a corpse, Voldemort had no intention of stepping forward to check.

He who is proficient in the killing curse knows that this person has no hope of surviving.

"Where did such a group of ruthless people come from?"

Voldemort couldn't help muttering, thought for a while and disappeared in place.

Showing his figure again, he was already in the Riddle Consortium building.

"These two addresses, check who has rented them just now, and what they are used for. Don't be afraid to spend money. I want you to give me the results as soon as possible. I will wait here."

Voldemort gave Borches the address of the coffee shop and the television, and told him so.

Without saying a word, Pokis took the address and left immediately. Half an hour later, he got the result Voldemort wanted.

"A TV station, the Dark Lord, their person in charge is named William, and he rented the two places, saying that they want to host a program." Pokiss said.

"William?" Voldemort frowned. "Do you know his last name?"

"William Jones, the Dark Lord, this is his full name." Pokiss replied immediately.

"Jones?"

Voldemort murmured softly, he could not remember a pure-blood wizard with that surname.

"Where is he?" Voldemort asked.

Pokis immediately handed over a note, which was the address of an office.

"I have an appointment to meet him, and the reason is to buy time for their TV station." Pokis said hastily.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction.

This Pokis, the company's management is not very good, but it is thoughtful to do this kind of thing.

"well done."

Voldemort praised him, looked at the address again, thought about the general location, then turned around and disappeared in place.

Appeared again, it was already an intersection not far from the address.

He directly used magic to control a driver in a luxury car and let him drive to his destination.

Not far from the car, Voldemort saw a person jumping in the rearview mirror. He probably was the real owner of the luxury car.

"If you lose your job, you can go to the Riddle Consortium to find Mr. Pokiss, and tell me that I let you go."

After Voldemort printed this sentence in the memory of the other party, he got out of the car and entered the office building to find the man named William.

He was not difficult to find, and even after Voldemort revealed his identity, he warmly invited Voldemort to his office.

But Voldemort didn't want to waste time, and directly hit the other party's head with Legilimency.

"Shhhhh..."

The memory flipped, and Voldemort quickly found the answer he wanted.

Unfortunately, the enemy was one step ahead again and deleted this person's memory.

Yes, it is simply deleted, not modified.

This William was only used by those people.

He wasn't a wizard at all, and wasn't part of the whole thing.

This is just a tool man, randomly selected and will not be used again.

"Act quickly and decisively, is it the silent man?"

Voldemort couldn't help but think about the Department of Mysteries. They are really too powerful and they have shown strong abilities.

More importantly, they were low-key enough, which fit the image of the few people who fought against him very well.

"Ask the Director?" Voldemort murmured.

(End of this chapter)