war and peace

Two or three weeks had passed since the Lestranges came to the cliff cave.The three of them left on the beach in a cold wind for a long time that day, and then they left uneasy.And in the cave, the black shadow no longer exists.If the eyesight is good enough, you can see the faint human figure in the bright green twilight.

Voldemort regained almost half of his human form, but his body was still translucent.The magic potions and items brought by the Lestranges can only help him so far, and the rest needs to be stable with his own magic power and considerable energy.Although the magic power is still weak, the Dark Mark still works. If he lacks anything, he can directly summon someone to give it to him.In the past few days, he has hardly rested, and his mind is full of thinking about the next plan.

There is no doubt that the Horcrux is a failed choice.Since they can't achieve the effect of making him immortal, then existence loses its meaning.He should take them back.He doesn't care about the appearance, the point is that after the soul fusion, his magic power will only be stronger.For that, he'd need a copy of The Supreme Dark Arts, because he didn't think he'd have to re-merge them when they split.Well, tell the Lestranges to bring a copy next time they come.

Then there is the new method of immortality.He couldn't really remember any other method he didn't know, or hadn't seen.As a qualified black wizard leader, he can almost be sure that he has read all kinds of black magic books he can find.Damn it, don't tell him it's found in books about love and justice!

Then there is the internal rectification of the Death Eaters.What he had predicted had become a reality: as soon as he disappeared, the organization under him collapsed as if it were just a dream.It was a depressing outcome, thought Voldemort through gritted teeth, but it must have been wonderful news for the Order of the Phoenix.The weak-willed have defected, or given out other accomplices to get bail, or made up excuses that they were hoodwinked...

good, very good, excellent!

Voldemort sneered several times in his heart.All those who betrayed him would have to pay the price and bear his raging anger.Only loyal servants are rewarded - just like Barty Crouch Jr.

The current situation, no one is clearer than Voldemort.Although the Death Eaters had failed, the Ministry of Magic was basically in disarray.In order to attack the throne of the Minister of Magic, the old Barty Crouch is committed to catching more Death Eaters to accumulate merit.And he, Voldemort, has absolutely no need for a vengeful (at least superficially tough) hawk to run the show.If old Barty Crouch becomes the Minister of Magic, it will undoubtedly cause great obstacles to the activities of the Death Eaters, both in the open and in the dark.In comparison, the mediocre and submissive Fudge is certainly a better choice.And what could be more impactful than the news that his only biological son is a Death Eater to bring down old Batty who is now in the limelight?

Barty Crouch Jr. appeared at the Ministry of Magic's tribunal the day after he received the order.He turned himself in and confessed that he was a Death Eater.He only needs to tell a little bit about the things he participated in before, and the jury collectively agreed to sentence him to life imprisonment.This effect is the same as being confessed, especially during the sensitive period when Voldemort just fell, and the people were very emotional.

The first step has been taken in clearing the way, but it is only the beginning.He must now preserve his strength to the greatest extent possible, as well as the lives of the diehard Death Eaters.The Lestranges have received the order to lurk, and let the Death Eaters working in the Ministry of Magic secretly pay attention to the situation on Barty Jr. (There are also many Death Eaters who have been proved but not enough to prosecute, he always wants to Beware of the possibility of being kissed by a dementor before getting little Barty out).This is not difficult at all, just pretend to sympathize with young people who go astray.

Last but not least, the most important point.

That Harry Potter.

Voldemort couldn't describe his mood at all.He could barely remember how many times his invincible Avada Kedavra had failed on that green-eyed boy.Well, if only for that, he'd probably have to study the type of magic he hated the most.After he came back, he suffered another miserable defeat, and he must never do it again!If the soul is split again, the body will still turn into nothingness. Avada may not have such luck again!Be sure to get everything ready this time before doing it!

Based on the above considerations, Voldemort decided to stay in the dark cliff cave with peace of mind, and wait for his body to basically become a reality before considering the issue of appearing.His state must not be seen by a third person (a savior who is more than one year old counts as another person), whether it is a member of the Order of the Phoenix or a Death Eater.

So at such a time, the presence of a man and a house-elf in this cave was utterly out of place.

When the stone gate was shining, Voldemort was taking a nap on the small island in the middle of the lake, and this obvious bright light brought him back to his senses.He manipulated his body to levitate (to tell the truth, it is easier to do this than a fully materialized body), until it was close to the ceiling of the cave.As the designer of all kinds of traps in this cave, Voldemort knew very well that the light was that someone had smeared blood on the door, and the door was about to open.The person who came seemed to be holding some kind of lighting tool, and Voldemort saw a figure cast by the light from a distance.

But he hadn't summoned anyone yet.

Very well, he would soon find out who stole his locket Horcrux.

The figure was getting closer and closer, apparently moving forward against the stone wall.It wasn't until he got closer that Voldemort noticed that there was a shorter figure behind him, and a low pleading sound was faintly heard across the lake.

If it was the later Hermione, Kreacher would probably be able to recognize Kreacher by voice immediately.Voldemort recognized it too, but only because he had made the trap so that a house-elf would drink the potion first, and the big ears on the little shadow spoke volumes for that. Just a house-elf—

Voldemort narrowed his cold red eyes.He knows who betrayed him.

Regulus Black.

So the house elf didn't die at the hands of the black corpse in the black lake as he expected.He made a fatal mistake in not killing the elf with his own hands.The elf was able to go back, apparently by Apparating - wizard's magic couldn't do that, but elf's magic would have been different - and Voldemort was only now thinking it was possible.This is the more deadly part, he actually completely ignored it, and once again lost to the magic he dismissed.

It was even more unbearable than a failed Avada Kedavra.

Voldemort's back was against the jagged rock, and he felt his anger almost boil over.He wanted to growl, he longed for some way to express his anger, blood or death.But he's in control, and he's determined to watch this thing from beginning to end.Now that he is here, even if the mana has not recovered, it is more than enough to restrain Regulus.He wanted to see how the former Death Eaters would deal with a piece of the Dark Lord's soul.

The boat sailed unsteadily from the edge of the stone wall to the central island.Voldemort could hear Kreacher's words more clearly.It was begging its Master Regulus to go back, but the latter would not listen to him at all.Then the place came, and all Voldemort could see were two large, obnoxious ears and the top of a black head.

The lean, dark man felt something out of his body.By the gleam of the potion, Voldemort could see that it was a locket, much like his own, but crudely made.Really prepared!

"Kreacher, take it." Regulus ordered.He turned his head to look at the stone basin, and continued after a pause: "I'll change them when I drink up the potion in the stone basin. At that time, leave me alone, just leave, don't tell mom about it, but do Destroy the locket that was brought out."

Voldemort had expected to see the same scene as before, but this direction was obviously not what he expected.It seemed to him that the one drinking the potion must be a house-elf, as anyone would.But this former Death Eater not only decided to destroy the Dark Lord's plan, but also prepared to pay the price with his own life.

The latter item is simply more incomprehensible than the former.Regulus Black didn't know what was under the stone basin, so he decided to give his life for it hastily.Surely it was something a shrewd Slytherin would do when he only knew it was something the Dark Lord didn't want to be found?Even if he succeeds in doing so (well it does), there's no way the house-elf can destroy the locket - since only Parseltongue can open it, so the messiah must have destroyed the locket horcrux afterwards .

The house-elf looked terrified. "No, Master Regulus," it said with trembling fingers, tears streaming from its eyes, "Kreacher can't do this..."

"Here, this is the master's order." Regardless of its entreaties, Regulus stuffed the fake in his hand into the house-elf's hand, and then conjured a cup with his wand.

Voldemort looked down at him.His figure was translucent, and the ceiling of the cave was very dark, so he clearly watched every time Regulus raised his neck, but the other party didn't notice him at all.Something else began to appear on the face that once only had a respectful expression, the face twisted, the expression was horrifying, and then the body gradually slid down.Voldemort believed that he must have seen many terrible hallucinations, his internal organs were on fire, and he was so painful that he just wanted to roll on the ground; but even so, Regulus didn't stop.

Maybe he really underestimated his subordinate, didn't he?Voldemort thought rather playfully.Kreacher's entreaties and Regulus' screams only slightly reduced his sadistic desires, so what does the traitor's life and death have to do with him?And when the facts were known, it was very easy to get the locket back from the house-elf.

At this time, the stone basin had almost bottomed out.Regulus persisted and continued to drink, but his eyes were dazed and his face was bloodless. "...No, don't go..." When he finally fell to the ground, he finally cried out.However, this was only a short moment, because in the next second, the feeling of thirst controlled his nerves.He got up again and moved towards the edge of the black lake.

"No, don't! Master Regulus!" Kreacher kept crying, tears streaming down his face, because he couldn't disobey his master's order.But now seeing that the corpse in the lake had started to move towards the edge of the island, it wanted to hold Regulus back.But the strength of the latter became stronger after drinking the potion, and it couldn't be stopped at all.Many arms of dead men poured out of the lake and dragged him down.

The author has something to say: Regulus Black's death here is probably more than a year later than the original time. [This is a time bug, please forgive me ==] I remember someone asked why little Barty was found and locked up at home without driving the Longbottoms crazy, so now I explain-in fact, Fudge was secretly helped to the stage by Voldemort, and he was also secretly emptied by Voldemort. He is a puppet minister; moreover, Voldemort still has actions behind him, so Harry didn't find any relevant information in the first grade. [Sure enough, there are still many stalks that have not been finished, kneel]