Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 350
The moment when the arch appears and the cave opens.

A physical mechanism hidden in the cave opened after a slight "click".

Dumbledore and Harry, who had not yet entered the cave, obviously did not notice this.

……

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was another knock on the study door, and Voldemort stopped talking to August.

In fact, August could have left, but Voldemort deliberately kept him.

He wanted to talk to the Death Eater and learn more about him.

At least for now, he feels pretty good.

"Come in," said Voldemort loudly.

"Crench."

The door was pushed open again, and the figure revealed still belonged to Lucius.

It's just that compared to the calmness last time, Lucius' face was quite excited this time.

"Is the red light on?" Voldemort asked with a twitch in his heart.

"Yes, Dark Lord, the red light is on." Lucius nodded excitedly.

"call."

Voldemort let out a long breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at August, "Come with me."

He didn't say anything more, but August nodded as a matter of course.

It looked like he understood what was going to happen.

"Lucius, follow the plan."

Voldemort looked at Lucius and said, and offered to extend his hand.

Lucius immediately came over and grabbed his hand, and grabbed August with the other.

"Whoosh."

After Apparating, the three appear in a dimly lit room.

This is a closed room, the most conspicuous thing on the front wall is the red warning light hanging high above.

At this time, the alarm light was emitting a dazzling light, and at the same time, there was a buzzing sound in the room.

"Dark Lord, can you turn off the alarm?" Old Goyle asked under the red light, standing up.

"closure."

As Voldemort gave the order, two Muggle operators behind Old Goyle swayed on a complicated operating table.

After a while, the red light went out and the buzzing disappeared.

However, several TVs under the red light were turned on quietly, showing several different angles of a scene.

"They haven't entered yet, so don't be impatient."

Voldemort said softly, quieting the restless people in the room.

"Dark Lord, I'm going to invite Bella and old Nott, and..."

"Go."

Voldemort cut him off, motioning for him to move on without saying much.

Old Goyle glanced suspiciously at Lucius who hadn't finished speaking, obviously he was still a little curious about the content behind.

Including here, as well as the content that will be shown on the TV, he is full of unknowns.

But he dared not ask, any more than he dared to look the Dark Lord in the face.

"Someone came in."

A person in front of the operating table suddenly said loudly, and at the same time he pushed the instrument on the operating table, allowing the camera to advance to that person's face.

Blue eyes, white hair and white beard, it is undoubtedly Dumbledore.

"Let's go forward."

Dumbledore in the picture said, "Be careful, don't step into the water, follow me closely."

Before he could finish his sentence, Harry came out of the tunnel behind him.

"Move the camera slower, and don't have to zoom so close."

Voldemort, who had already come to the workbench, whispered to the staff here.

He was afraid that the lens would expand and contract, which would arouse Dumbledore's vigilance.

Although he has tested it himself with technology products, this kind of peeping through the camera does not arouse his alarm.

But facing Dumbledore, he still wanted to be more cautious.

"Okay, sir."

The Muggle worker responded, and slowly zoomed out again.

The picture in the lens is a huge cave with a lake in the cave, and a faint light is emitting from the small island in the center of the lake.

Voldemort quietly watched the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry. The two walked forward cautiously, mentioning "Horcrux" in their words.

When Old Gore heard them say "Horcrux", he shivered in fright.

When the Death Eaters discussed in private, they all thought that their masters made Horcruxes, and the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry just confirmed this point.

Old Goyle quietly squinted at Voldemort, but he saw the other party looking at him with playful eyes.

"what."

Old Gore screamed in fright, stood up straight and lowered his head, without saying a word.

"Relax, Goyle, we may have to fight them later, I don't want you to be unable to hold your wand steady." Voldemort said in a relaxed voice.

"Okay... yes, Dark Lord." Old Goyle replied nervously.

Voldemort smiled, ignored him, and turned his gaze back to the televisions.

"The Horcrux is coming!"

On the TV, Harry was raising his wand and shouting, but then he was frightened by a black figure jumping up from the dark lake.

"What's that?" he asked in surprise.

"I figured if we tried to grab a Horcrux, it would react."

Dumbledore explained, but did not say the answer.

Old Goyle couldn't help looking at Voldemort again, as if expecting the Dark Lord to give an answer.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Goyle, you have to be more cautious." Voldemort said without turning his head.

"Yes... yes, Dark Lord."

Old Goyle lowered his head with a mournful face. This time, he really didn't dare to look at Voldemort anymore.

"Did you know something like that was going to happen, sir?"

In the picture, Harry followed Dumbledore and asked.

While Dumbledore was looking for something, he slowly opened his mouth to answer.

His demeanor is not in a hurry, giving people a calm and unhurried feeling, which is very reassuring.

They communicated like this, slowly approaching the lake.

Harry looked tense, which led him to an obvious wrong guess—the Horcrux was in the lake.

Dumbledore quickly corrected him, pointing out that the Horcrux should be on an island in the middle of the lake.

Harry looked a bit distracted, his eyes were constantly looking at the lake involuntarily, which even caused him to bump into Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't criticize Harry for this, he even offered to say "sorry" and let Harry back towards the cliff.

"He's always so hypocritical."

Abu, who suddenly appeared in the room, said with dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Senior Abu, we have no reason to underestimate him."

Voldemort clearly expressed his objection, sighed and shook his head, "Such a person is indeed very suitable to be a teacher, but it's a pity that his thinking is still too old-fashioned."

Abu snorted and said nothing.

Old Gore not far away squinted at Abu, thinking that you are so brave.

"Snapped."

On the TV screen, Dumbledore suddenly clasped his hands together.

As far as the eye can see, no one thinks he has caught something, but he starts to pull it out of thin air.

"What is it?" Abu asked directly.

"Invisible cords," sighed Voldemort. "He is too sensitive to traces of magic."

"Maybe it's because of the Potu theory you proposed." Abramovich said with a smile.

Voldemort smiled back, but he said nothing.

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, there is an unconcealable excitement flickering.

(End of this chapter)