Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Voldemort was unaware of Bella's flattery. He shook off the sweat stains on his hands with disdain.

"Although this body is Obscurus and has infinite dark magic power, it is not mine after all. Humph, those people don't have any good intentions. Do they want me to be a puppet?

I still have to be truly resurrected as soon as possible, restore my peak, and let those people know what real power is!"

Bella also knew who those people were. She was captured by Sirius before, and the other party had been forcing her for information in this regard.

And since Tom could find someone to form an alliance, Voldemort could naturally do the same. It was the mysterious force with a tattoo of a snake around a cross.

The exchange condition of the alliance was to share the information of the "temple".

Although Voldemort didn't know the details of this force, he also knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and he was just pretending to be with it.

In the end, who was the final winner depended on the means.

Bella cleaned herself up. Although she was usually sloppy, she still paid great attention to her manners in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort glanced at Bella, and a thought flashed in his scarlet eyes.

Bella hurriedly flattered.

"Master, do you have any tasks for me?"

Voldemort turned his head slightly and ordered.

"You go to England immediately, take the gold cup back first, be sure to be careful, and then help Rodolfo get the blood I need, huh? The Five Powers Tournament will be a good time."

…….

The backyard of the old Gaunt house.

Shaw stood silently, listening to the prompt sound of the "system" in his heart.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining..."

This is really a long-lost voice.

This time, absorbing Voldemort's residual soul, the Parseltongue was upgraded from level 4 to level 5, and the affinity of water elements was upgraded from level 2 to level 3. Other black magic related spells did not make much progress.

After all, Shaw is now also proficient in black magic, and these experiences are somewhat repeated.

However, this absorption still has a big gain.

That is, there is a new curse talent of level 3, which means that a part of Voldemort's super curse talent has been officially grafted.

In the past, when he learned the cursed attribute of Fiendfyre and studied the blood curse, he did not show the curse talent alone, which shows how precious it is.

Shaw closed his eyes and felt some profound insights that entered his brain. Although there was no specific knowledge, it still made him have a deeper understanding of the curse knowledge he had learned before.

"Good stuff!"

He couldn't help but praise it. This time, Voldemort got a good thing.

He looked at the first and second level faith values ​​accumulated in the system.

Recently, he has been making a lot of waves in the British magic world, Quidditch, and public trial meetings.

With the rise of prestige, he has gained a lot of faith points, with a second level faith value of more than 2,200 and a first level faith value of more than 8,500.

He had not drawn before, but he had not completely integrated the knowledge transmitted by the previous system.

Shaw doesn't care much about the first-level faith value now. The rewards in this prize pool have limited impact on his improvement. He just needs to wait until he accumulates more to exchange for the second-level value.

There are many people who admire Shaw now, and half of the British wizards like him.

But the nine points of the third-level fanatic faith value are like a bug, and they just don't give the last point.

Although Shaw is on guard against the system, it still doesn't prevent him from taking advantage of the system and using these lottery rewards as a super learning accelerator.

So I am still looking forward to what "god-level" skills the third-level faith can open.

Shaw thought about it and prepared to draw a wave of prizes, draw some talent points and legendary points to add curse talents.

Then he can solve Astoria's blood curse problem, and maybe the last point of the third-level faith value will be in hand.

Just after clicking two ten-draws, before he had time to look at the rewards, the half-dead man next to him made a "hmm".

Shaw turned his head to look.

The man opened his bulging eyes, his mental state was very bad, and he seemed to be hanging on for life.

Voldemort's super curse could kill even Dumbledore, let alone others.

The woman looked at the sky weakly, muttering in a mysterious voice.

"Am I going to die?

Ah! Yes, yes, I remember, I came here to stop the birth of the devil according to the guidance of my great-grandfather in my dream!

I just seemed to see my mother, she told me that the world is about to fall into a bloody slaughter, and the purple thunder will plow a deep abyss on the earth, dawn..."

The woman's intermittent words were not finished, and she fainted again with her head tilted.

That's right, this mysterious woman is the professor of Hogwarts Divination: Sybil Trelawney.

A person that Shaw never expected no matter how he expected it.

Logically, this professor could not haveKnow the whereabouts of Voldemort's Horcrux.

But after hearing the other party's mumbling, Shaw was relieved again.

Talking to someone who can predict the future? That's really unreasonable.

And the other party's words made Shaw's heart tighten slightly.

*** He finished the prophecy before fainting!

Calvin Gou!

He quickly stepped forward, half-crouched and quickly checked the other party's situation.

He could only see that Sybil was seriously injured and was dying.

Although she had just obtained a pretty good curse talent, she had not integrated the previous knowledge, and her level was not enough.

Shaw could only mindlessly take out various healing potions from the ring, including a bottle of magic melting potion, and pour them on Sybil's withered arm for free.

But the effect was not good. The black air on Sybil's withered hand was still drilling into her main body, and the golden light emitted by the unknown treasure on her chest was getting weaker and weaker.

Shaw had no choice but to grab Sybil's shoulders and leave here with a phantom.

Spider's End Lane is a suburban street in Cokeworth. The surrounding environment is very dirty and there is a dirty river not far away.

Shor took Sybil and appeared in front of a row of dilapidated brick houses in the alley.

One of the houses was also dilapidated, but it was unusually clean.

This is where Severus Snape lived in his childhood, and it is also the home where the old bat often stays during holidays.

Because the tree next to the river in the distance is where Snape and Lily met for the first time, and it is also the place where all his beautiful memories are.

Shor used the floating spell to take Sybil, and rudely broke into the door and entered a crowded and narrow living room.

He was greeted by a cold look.

Snape held a wand in his hand, and the tip of the wand flashed green light. If he had not immediately recognized the intruder as Shaw, he would have probably triggered the killing curse.

"Heh~ Trespassing into a private residence, is that what you, Black, think of as your upbringing and nobility?"

Shor didn't have time to argue with the old bat, and after putting Sybil on a worn-out sofa, he said in a slightly anxious tone.

"Professor, save her first, she's been cursed with a very strong curse."