[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

The village of Little Hangleton sits in a valley surrounded by two steep hills.There used to be a very grand mansion on the hillside opposite the valley, and that was the Riddle Mansion.

Harry has been here twice, the first time in Dumbledore's Pensieve, and the second time in the summer of his first year, when he came here to set up a defense.

The black magic on Gaunt's old house was a bit tricky. After weighing it, he found nothing, so he could only cast warning spells around the house.

And just now, at the time of the Three Broomsticks, Harry knew through a spell that someone had touched the ring.

They phantom followed to the intersection of the village, the sky had begun to darken, and there was nothing around them, only two rows of withered bushes and hedges.The familiar and steep small dirt road appeared on the right side of the village entrance, full of potholes and rocks. When trotting all the way down, a dark forest suddenly opened up.

"here?"

"Yes."

The four people disguised using compound decoction drew out their wands at the same time. They chanted the illusion spell and approached vigilantly.The old house is half-hidden in the intertwined bushes.There is no one there all year round, the walls are covered with moss, and the nettles on the walls are spreading like crazy.Under the shadow of a bush, it looks like a squatting monster, resting quietly and ambush quietly.

It was very quiet, terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that every footstep and voice could be clearly heard.

They could hear Morgan Le Fay Avalon speaking, unlike usual, the voice was humble and respectful.

"Master, do you need something to eat?"

"No, I don't think it's necessary yet," said the cold, biting voice, and he was beginning to feel unhappy.

"Morgan Le Fay, I'm not that weak." Voldemort's voice sounded through a window full of old stains. In the deserted yard full of weeds, an orange-yellow light shadow was cast on the dark ground.

Through the gap, one could faintly see the woman's figure: she was kneeling in front of a moldy sofa, with her head bowed, and she was extremely obedient.

Her shoulders were pulled down and trembled slightly.

"You are afraid, Le Fay, you are afraid." Voldemort's voice was very soft, like a feather passing through his heart, soft but fearful.

"I don't, master." The woman said softly.

"Don't lie, Le Fay. You know Voldemort doesn't like to lie." A voice hissed from the sofa facing away from you. "You think I don't know, Le Fay? I know everything. Of course I know what you're thinking." Seeing something. Yes, yes, you are regretting, Morgan Le Fay, you are regretting coming here from Germany to look for me, regretting having to take care of me like this. You are afraid when you see me, and you tremble all over, I see Come on, I disgust you..."

"No! It's not like that, master! I'm loyal to you—"

"Lie!" Voldemort said coldly, "Why do you continue to be loyal to me, after that old lunatic Dumbledore plotted against me? Now I am so weak, the old lunatic has weakened my strength, so I have to No more possessing someone else. A ghost like this that needs you to feed me every few hours, I can't even live without you."

"But you will be strong, master, you have—"

"Don't tell me your self-consolation, Le Fay. We both know it's only temporary." Voldemort snorted, thin and sharp - but soft at the same time.

"Morgan Le Fay, Morgan Le Fay," he whispered, "Why should I trust you? This is too unbelievable. Look at you, young, beautiful and powerful. You are the eldest daughter of the Avalon family in Germany. You have also awakened the bloodline, a wonderful bloodline of the witch in the lake that even amazed me. Anyone with a little brain knows what to do, whether it is everything at your fingertips or serving a master who is gone, a master who even needs to rely on you Master who lives."

Avalon began to hesitate, "That's because... because..."

She didn't know what to say, and there was a moment of silence after that—Morgan Le Fay was struggling, struggling to get her words to flow from her mouth like a rushing river, because only compulsion could make her lose her courage. That's it.

"Because I need your power." She finally said it out.

A ridiculous answer.

There was another silence, longer than before, and then—

"Power...power?" Voldemort laughed lightly, making a creepy voice, "What power do I still have now!"

"You will! I will help you make a comeback, master!" Avalon said eagerly, "I know some methods, which can make you stronger, more perfect, and more powerful! I have learned from my inheritance Knowing it, it can even surpass death!"

"I did it a long time ago!" Voldemort emphasized coldly, "The great Black Duke has known the key to death and cracked it! It is because I flew away from death that I can listen to your tricks here!"

"It's definitely not fooling—"

The Dark Lord commanded, "I will listen to the truth!"

"Yes, master, yes." Avalon said, she raised her head, "I never thought of hiding from you about my awakened blood and the curse on the Avalon family."

She said the reason, "After my ancestor Vivienne of the Lake killed Merlin, we have been cursed. It comes from Merlin's twelve warriors. An eternal life can't get rid of the brand. People of our family are without exception. premature aging, and died in the prime of life. So far, no one has lived beyond the age of 40. Originally, my life should be like this, inheriting the family, continuing the offspring, and leaving early. However, an accident occurred, and I awakened my blood , obtained part of the abilities of my ancestors. The inherited glory revived in my blood, and she told me that I have to come back, to Lake Avalon, and I need someone to help me undo the contract thousands of years ago..."

"So, your allegiance to me is not unconditional?"

"No, it's not like that, master!" Avalon's voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp and piercing, "I am not loyal to you because I want something from you! I adore you! I am in awe of you! Sincerely—"

"Really?" Voldemort interrupted her casually, hissing, "Of course, Le Fay. It's okay if you want me to make things easier for Avalon, Voldemort won't be so unkind."

Her reason is indeed plausible. British wizards will not help Avalon undo the curse. Who can help her except the Dark Lord?Voldemort didn't trust anyone, and solid interests were more convincing than verbal loyalty.So Voldemort agreed with her statement, and finally let Morgan Le Fay Avalon breathe a sigh of relief.

The frightened servant asked cautiously, "Do you need to rest now?"

"No, no," said Voldemort, "it's not over yet."

"Master, I really—"

"It's none of your business, Le Fay." Voldemort reassured his overwrought servant. "You may not know that we have a guest tonight."

"guest?"

"Yes, just outside the door, a guest from afar."

As soon as his soft words fell, the four people standing outside the window couldn't help but tighten their wands tightly.They didn't know how Voldemort had found out, but obviously, that wasn't a concern right now.

The grass was swaying, drawing a winding line, extending all the way from the outside of the yard with the sound of rustling.The huge snake head stood up quietly, appearing and disappearing in the withered grass.When it slid in front of the four of them, it stopped spitting out the letter - Harry thought, it was detecting the smell of strangers.

The imminent sense of urgency spread quietly, like a rope that was getting tighter and tighter, strangling his ribs and tightening his chest.Quickly, sucking the air out of the lungs little by little.The giant snake's head slowly raised up, as if the incoming battle had ignited the line of fire, and it was about to break out at any moment.However, then - at this moment, Voldemort's voice sounded again, it was even full of joyful laughter, although it was sharp, it couldn't hide the pleasure.

"My cunning friend, Lucius, why don't you come in?"

In front of the door of the hut, the still air produced a violent wave, and a man with long platinum hair appeared there.The knuckles of his snake-shaped cane were pale, he hesitated for a moment, and then pushed open the crumbling wooden door in front of him.

Because of Dumbledore's attack, Voldemort's already fragile soul became precarious.For this, he had to fuse the Horcrux back.Among them, he chose the diary given to the Malfoys.

The diary representing the Dark Lord's favor was taken out by Lucius during the inspection by the Ministry of Magic. He didn't know where the diary was, nor did he know that it actually fell into Harry's hands.

But the Patriarch Malfoy, who was summoned and empty, still came, even though he deeply understood that if he left, he would almost die.

The author has something to say:

The bank exam starts in November, and I have to hold off on updating QAQ to cover my face. Dear friends, I really don’t have time, and I have to take the exam this week.

I've run out of archives, so...

Sorry.

In fact, I was also very disturbed! ! ! QQ