All things are three at Hogwarts

The sun-shielding depths of the Albanian forest had just been baptized by a heavy rain. Under the sultry weather, it was as hot as a steam oven and almost suffocating. Affected by the weather and his own emotions, Voldemort's nostrils twitched violently. Before passing by the watermelon field, his eyes glanced at the body of the pony-tailed Death Eater that was starting to stink, and his expression was cold.

As he walked further, he heard a hissing and crawling sound and stopped.

"Nagini."

The mysterious man whispered, hissing getting louder and louder, Nagini quickly wriggled through the grass, climbed to Voldemort's side, leaned up and climbed higher and higher, seemingly endless, and then put her body on Voldemort's shoulders above, its eyes were unblinking, and its pupils vertically looked at the injuries on Voldemort's bald head with concern.

Voldemort caressed the giant snake carelessly with his slender fingers, looking towards the direction Nagini came from, where Bellatrix walked out from behind a tree with her belly pressed.

"Master!" Bella's voice was tight with excitement. Behind her, Narcissa saluted Voldemort with a pale face, but her eyes avoided Voldemort and the snake.

On their right, Lucius and several Death Eaters also walked out of the forest after seeing Voldemort appear. These Death Eaters dressed in black robes flashed in the forest one by one, and they disappeared quietly. They silently gathered around Voldemort, saluted to Voldemort, but did not dare to look up at him at all.

Voldemort's head tilted slightly to one side, and his eyes first glanced at Bella and her tall, intact belly. Bellatrix's face turned red, and her eyes were filled with tears of joy, "Master... "She looked at the trauma on the mysterious man's head, and suddenly felt cold all over her body. She couldn't help but rush over and hug him. The mysterious man rarely scolded him for such rude behavior.

"Very good, you are still here..." Voldemort looked at Lucius and the others, "Many people have been claiming allegiance to me, but only the most loyal ones are still here."

Many people lowered their heads stiffly but breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if Bellatrix hadn't strongly opposed their departure when they found their master was missing briefly after they returned, they would probably have joined with many black people who had just joined. Like the wizard, after learning that his master was defeated in the duel and that the base camp was kicked, he fled for his life instead of hiding in the surrounding forest and waiting.

Voldemort's snake face twisted. He stood up straight and scanned the dark underground entrance. When he looked back, he seemed to notice that Parkinson was also there: "Parkinson, besides being useless, you are somewhat loyal... There are only a few left." Already? What happened here? "

"Master... that damn Harris... while we were away, he basically killed all the people we had left behind, and emptied most of our belongings... He didn't even leave our food supplies..." Lu Xiu Si took the initiative to answer the master's question, "There are only some black magic items left. According to my judgment, these items are illegally traded and cannot be sold normally in the market. That's why they escaped..."

"But Master!" Bellatrix's chest rose and fell violently, and he said in a hoarse and harsh voice, "He finally found the Master's room, but maybe the Master had already carried out the operation and he knew about it, so he was in a hurry I rushed over... In my haste, I only had time to steal some books from the master's room..."

Voldemort raised his ferocious face and roared: "Where is the Hand of Vecna?"

"Sissy, take it out!" Bellatrix shouted to her sister. Narcissa quickly took out a glass cover from her Traceless Telescopic Charm handbag. Bella took it and handed it to her. To Voldemort, "Master, some traitors wanted to steal your things before they left. Narcissa and I had to put everything away in order to protect them..."

Nagini hissed something in Voldemort's ear.

"Since it was Bella who asked you to leave...I won't hold you responsible for your poor protection..." Voldemort squinted his eyes and stared at the trembling Narcissa for a long time and nodded, then opened the lid of the box with his left hand and focused his gaze inside. The withered human hands were supported by soft cushions and covered by a glass cover engraved with complex magic patterns. "Very good...write down the names of those traitors..."

In the blink of an eye, Bella noticed the mysterious man's movements and stared at his right hand. She found that the cuffs of the robe were empty and the situation was different. She screamed: "Master, your hand!" After saying that, she screamed She staggered down on her belly, almost kneeling at his feet, trying to touch the broken arm.

Bellatrix has been hiding in the forest of Albania, and no one of the Death Eaters who returned later could fully know the details of the duel between her master and Alan Harris, so Bellatrix never believed other people's words. She didn't think that her master would fail, but now... Her eyes slid over the gap where Voldemort's broken hand was, and her eyes were full of worry for the person in front of her who was much more important in her heart than herself.

"You are pitying me, Bella." Voldemort placed his eyes on Bellatrix's face.

"No...no, Master...I..." Bella shook her head in panic.

"It's broken," Voldemort said softly, raising his right arm. The broken wrist, which was covered by his fallen robe, appeared in front of everyone. "Harris is in full swing now... He has controlled some powers that I don't know much about..." Voldemort's only intact hand clenched tightly, "But I won't always lose. He and I just won one game each. As long as I find all three Vecna ​​artifacts..."

Bellatrix's eyes filled with tears, "Master, Bella is willing to find them."

"These words should not come out of your mouth. Bellatrix, Rudolf Lestrange and old Parkinson will know what to do." Voldemort let the box float in front of him, first for He cast a protective spell on himself, and then he opened the lid, picked up the withered severed hand and pressed it on his own.

That withered, disgusting palm that lacked vitality seemed to come to life after its port came into contact with Voldemort's severed wrist. Those blood vessels and tendons wriggled like worms and began to burrow into Voldemort's newly healed wound, and then like Leeches generally begin sucking the life out of the mysterious man.

Voldemort frowned and clicked the wand with his left hand. An unlucky guy was summoned by the Dark Lord with the Flying Curse. Then he directly put his withered right hand on the Death Eater's arm, as if his life force was quickly drained. This The Death Eater aged rapidly, his young appearance was quickly covered with wrinkles, his hair turned white, and his figure was stooped. He did not react except for a few yells, and finally collapsed on the ground gasping for air.

The absorbed life force of the Death Eaters was injected into the Hand of Vecna. After the Hand of Vecna ​​was satisfied, the excess part, together with the evil and chaos contained in the hand itself, was fed back to Voldemort. Those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of everyone. However, the withered Vecna's hand seemed not to be affected by the external vitality at all and was still withered and shriveled. This made the pale Dark Lord cooperate with this image. The mummy-like dry and rotten palm looks even weirder behind the palm.

The mysterious man twitched a few times unconsciously, then came back to his senses and tried to bend the fingers of his new right hand a few times before nodding with satisfaction. He handed the wand in his left hand to the palm of the deceased. The reporter waved the wand without chanting a spell. He shot out a green light without any scruples, and a large green tree on one side that originally revealed infinite vitality in summer lost its life in an instant.

Ignoring Bella, who was getting excited and joyful at the side, Voldemort, who was thinking about his Horcrux, grabbed the unlucky guy who had just fallen to the ground, "Wait where you are." The mysterious man's voice also became more uncomfortable and frightening. .

After he explained in an understatement, he apparated back to England, back to Gaunt's old house. In this damp and desolate ancestral home in Great Hangleton, about four or five miles away from Little Hangleton, Voldemort After a brief inspection, he roared angrily and blew up some rooms with a thunderbolt explosion. Voldemort was satisfied with the power of the curse and laughed ferociously. After a while, he came back to his senses, grabbed the unlucky guy and disappeared again. In place.

A while later, in the seaside cave, the Dark Lord dropped the speechless Death Eater to the ground as soon as he stopped using his flying spell, and then he cut open the skin on his old and wrinkled arms. Muscles and blood lifted the magic barrier he had placed on this cave.

The Dark Lord couldn't wait to confirm the safety of his Horcrux. He was hopeful that no one else would find this place, and this memory from his childhood did not cause him to be trapped in the crystal ball. was discovered by the other party at that time, and because the hidden secret door is now intact, the mysterious person thinks that this place is also intact as before, thinking that Dumbledore and the others would never think that they would put the Horcrux in this place that they have no way of investigating.

However, as the stones at the secret door of the cave fell, the strong smell coming from the exposed passage made Voldemort understand that this was just his extravagant wish. Due to the lack of air circulation, the entire cave spewed out some sour smell filled with decay. It smells like a strong smell of human excrement, mixed with the smell of bitter almonds.

This smell made the Death Eater, who had become so old and speechless, that his face turned red and regained some rosiness, and even made some dry coughs.

In the cave, the air was quiet and humid. The mysterious man was full of vigilance, doubt and unwillingness to see the strangeness in front of him. He shrugged his noseless nostrils and did not summon the ship. Instead, he calmly took the man who was still coughing and retching slightly without changing his expression. The Death Eaters flew to the island in the middle of the lake.

After landing, a stronger stench came, but the Dark Lord's attention was entirely on the crystal basin in the middle. When he saw the locket in the basin, Voldemort frowned and experienced many setbacks in a short period of time. He is no longer as arrogant as before. He completely does not believe that Allen or Dumbledore discovered the cave but were unable to solve the barrier.

So Voldemort casually cast the Imperius Curse on the Death Eater, completely ignoring the other person's feelings, and forced the potion from the stone basin into his throat, which was forced to open his mouth.

Later, after the potion was consumed by his men, the mysterious man naturally took out the pendant box.

Then, after opening the pendant box, the mysterious man naturally discovered the letters left for him by the two brothers of the Black family.

Therefore, the island in the middle of the cave and the unfortunate Death Eater were naturally exploded by the mysterious man's convenient Thunderbolt Explosion Curse.

Finally, the turbid lake water that naturally splashed all over Voldemort due to the explosion, and the bitter almond smell and stench contained in these liquids that were completely different from what he remembered, finally made the calm-faced man float in. The Dark Lord above the lake naturally let out an involuntary retching sound.

"Uh-huh..."