mystery lover

At first, the Death Eaters who entered the manor were undoubtedly excited.

Driven by the possible huge interests and the bloodthirsty flowing in their blood, these dark wizards, who were mixed with fish and dragons, rushed into this ancient family with considerable wealth even more recklessly after they had the protection of their master.

However, these Death Eaters, who were bent on plundering and destroying, also quickly tasted the bitterness.

The magic circles hidden in various parts of the castle were quietly activated, and those ancient alchemy products began to play their role at this time.

After losing a few more men, the patience of the Dark Lord finally ran out.

It is not difficult to find the owner of the castle. When Voldemort walked into Castell's study, the stubborn old man was sitting behind the desk by the window, with a peaceful expression as if he was waiting for the arrival of the dark wizard in front of him. Same.

"I have long admired your name, Voldemort."

Dave looked at the wizard who appeared as he expected, and did not ignore the contempt and mockery in the wizard's eyes.And this is exactly what Dave is most happy to see at the moment.You must know that underestimating one's opponent is always a taboo in a match between two parties. Voldemort obviously didn't realize this. In his opinion, destroying this old wizard was as easy as destroying this family.

A man who believes so much in his own power that he despises such deadly issues as luck and chance in his perfect plan.Just like Oster, who is desperately rushing back to his home at this moment.

After leaving the school, in order not to be discovered by the people sent by Voldemort.Edgar used magic to slightly change the boy's appearance, and the short hair that was originally soft and unkempt now covered Osted's ears and forehead.Benji and Edgar, who were escorting the boy home, visibly tensed up as they approached Castell's manor.

Visible traces of the great war remained outside the manor.One or two wizards can be vaguely seen walking around in a hurry.That obviously shouldn't be someone who appeared in his own home.

"Oss..."

In the hiding place, Edgar looked in horror at the boy who had already rushed out before he finished his dissuading words.

"Go back." Oster turned his head and said to the two young men. When the teleportation array under Edgar and Gibbon's feet was activated, the two members of the Order of the Phoenix clearly saw the young man's lips move.

In the snow, a silent thank you came from the corner of the boy's mouth.

Oster's figure disappeared in front of Edgar, and when he and Gibbon appeared in the woods outside Hodmeade a moment later, the young man hammered the tree trunk beside him somewhat angrily.

"Damn the Dark Lord..."

Edgar had never hated Voldemort's actions so much.besides.his own incompetence.

At first, Edgar couldn't understand that Dumbledore accommodated a Slytherin family.And also sent Meadows to assume the family's secret keeper.Until he saw the boy.That Slytherin boy was concerned about their friend.When he knew his family was in danger, he was a young man who wanted to go back to find his grandfather even though he knew he was going to die.

Edgar thought of the boy's last thank you.that child.Knowing that they would never let him take the risk alone.Is that why he and Gibbon were teleported back to a safe place?

There was a tingling in his chest, and Edgar regretted taking the boy out of Dumbledore's protection.The youth thought a little decadently.Can I see that boy again...

"Edgar, let's go tell Dumbledore first." Gibbon patted his friend on the shoulder, although he also felt a little heavy because of the boy's unauthorized decision.

In fact, when two young members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared in Principal Dumbledore's office, the leader of the White Wizard seemed not at all surprised by the fact that only these two returned, but the atmosphere in that office was also depressing. It's unbearable.

In Castel's study.

After shattering the last layer of alchemical magic, Voldemort looked at the old wizard who was going to see Merlin soon, and the bloody pupils of the Lord Dark Lord shrank with satisfaction.

Watching the enemy's painful death is often more enjoyable than killing the opponent directly.

The originally tidy study room was already a mess like ruins. The old wizard slumped weakly against the side of the column beside him, and on the other side of him was Voldemort who was playing with his wand.

Break the power of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Albus, that is the last thing I can do for you.

It's just that the strength of the Dark Lord in front of him is indeed unexpected...

Strong, very strong.

Dave Castei looked at the red-eyed wizard over there, with a distorted appearance, which was undoubtedly the sequelae of using forbidden black magic.

The loss of the soul will cause the wizard to lose all the emotions he should have as a human being, and it will also slowly make him lose his mind and eventually go crazy.

However, Voldemort's power doesn't seem to be weakened by cutting his soul... Or is the wizard in front of him even stronger when his soul is intact?

Dave was suddenly a little thankful that this person had split his soul and made it into a Horcrux.Otherwise, it would be hard for him to imagine Albus facing such a powerful enemy.

However, in the next second, the expressions of the two people in the study changed.Different from Voldemort's slight touch, Dave's expression can be said to be overly shocked and disturbed.

Voldemort took a good look at this old wizard who didn't show much expression even in the face of death, and now he actually showed such an expression.It's amazing.isn't it?

"What a brave boy." Voldemort's high-pitched voice resounded in the room, his eyes fell on the dying man, and an interesting trace seemed to flash in his terrifying vertical pupils, "Your grandson?"

Ignoring the despair in the old man's eyes, Voldemort said cruelly, "Let me think, what's the boy's name? Oh—Oster, right."

"I heard that he is an excellent little wizard."

Dave looked at the wizard pacing in the room, the old wizard's chest was heaving violently, but he couldn't speak a word, he could only listen to Voldemort's mental destruction to him.

"I have always wanted to meet this outstanding student. You know, I have always cherished every pure-blood wizard, haven't I? Unfortunately, it seems that I have never had this opportunity, so—"

When Voldemort's voice fell, the boy's figure appeared in the study.