I woke up to find my Servant appeared in my room

"The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approached - born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times -"

The man with half-length shoulder-length black hair half-kneeled at his feet, his shoulders tensed to suppress the subconscious trembling of his body in the face of crisis and excitement.

He stared closely at the hair whirling exposed after the other party lowered his head deeply, and heard an angry "ho-ho-" inhalation sound from his throat.A huge fear that did not belong to him occupied his chest, like a flame burning for a long time, making the scene in his vision blurry for a while.He had to clenched his fists and clenched his wand in order to suppress the panic that had nowhere to escape—

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The man kneeling in front of him fell down tremblingly, holding his skinny arms and wailing inhumanly, the severe pain from the depths of his bone marrow made him curl up like a shrimp on the ground and roll from side to side. Squeeze out an excuse: "Master, please believe it - I overheard it! Every word, every word is true!"

As that fear is vented, the pleasure of torturing another takes over.He lowered his wand.

"One must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one shall survive—"

"Only one will survive."

"This person must be me. It can only be me."

His blood-red eyes shone like wild beasts even in the dark night. When his loyal subordinates heard the order, they were like a dense web of spiders covering the entire wizarding world in an instant, covering the news that the leader wanted to know. Pass it to him respectfully.

There's also some credit here for the recently bought traitors in the Order of the Phoenix.

"The Dark Lord will reward you. Remember your efforts today, the Dark Lord will give wealth and glory to his followers!"

Shrouded by the shadow of death, dominated by the prophecy of death, dominated by the fear of death.He gained supreme power and status, killed his father, killed his relatives, killed his opponent, covered in blood and resentment step by step desperately climbed from nothing to where he is today, even in order to be able to Eternally enjoy such glory without hesitating to split one's soul, change one's appearance and change one's name.

So, suppose only one of me and my nemesis can survive.

Then that person must be me.

— But what if it fails?

Death is like the sword of Damocles hanging high above the head, suspended by silk threads as thin as millimeters.

Panting and fleeing like a wild dog in Albania, living on the flesh and blood of rats, carefully digging out of caves to hunt at night when there are no humans and beasts out, rolling and crawling in the flickering thunder and lightning, storms and snow, Don't let go of a little chance of survival, live in the world without any hope, even if you discard your old position, money, rights, dignity, give up everything, at least you must keep your life.

"I don't want to die - the purpose of living is not to want to die - no matter how many innocent people are sacrificed and how many ignorant souls are coaxed, no matter what, you can't close your eyes! Find, find the orange hair you met before The girl in question, press her to find out how to revive her companion, gather the subordinates to collect the materials and—”

Quirrell gasped heavily and woke up from the dark nightmare. In a trance, he even thought that the desperate struggle of a drowning person before death was his subconscious thought.But he soon realized that he was so weak that he could only rely on others to give him a chance to survive, and it was impossible for him to have such a deep obsession anyway.

Then, the feelings and emergent memories in the previous dream turned out to be from another piece of soul attached to this body.

"Are you awake?" The hoarse voice of the remnant soul came out through the scarf that was wrapped layer after layer, but it was still difficult to cover up the rancid smell.Quirrell was still immersed in the fear of hovering on the verge of death in the previous nightmare, and couldn't help shivering.Voldemort ignored him, and said to himself: "That girl... Fujimaru Tatsuka, she finally realized my calling and started moving in the right direction."

"What about the Muggle we worked with before?"

"No, I'm not sure." Quirrell reported stammeringly, "I haven't seen him go out recently."

"Leave him alone. It's a disgrace to be forced to cooperate with Muggles. All the injustices we're being treated will one day be washed away with the screams and blood of our enemies." He cursed coldly, and then Command the body that was unfortunately taken over, "Go to Diagon Alley, go to the stronghold of the wizards, they will definitely come to us!"

"It's hard to imagine that Voldemort would choose to cooperate with Moriarty. Didn't he hate Muggles and half-bloods the most in his life?"

"People have to bow their heads under the eaves." Merlin said, they are now entering Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron, "No matter what the other party's purpose in looking for us is, the most obvious thing is that he must use some method to get past Deng Bullido's monitoring of the wizarding world found us. What is even more uncontrollable is whether we will report to the Order of the Phoenix the moment we find his trace. The former is through ordinary people who will never pay attention to it no matter who it is It can easily achieve the goal, not to mention that Moriarty can be regarded as an undetectable category even among Muggles."

"The most mainstream opinion in the wizarding world is that Voldemort is dead. For the Dark Lord, this is the best time. People are addicted to peace and don't want to start another war, and would rather immerse themselves in virtual illusions." Holmes followed up. , "In the absence of definite evidence, even if Mr. Dumbledore is notified, it will not be able to warn the whole people. He can still hide in the dark and seek a chance to make a comeback."

"So this time he took the initiative to contact us is actually a perfect opportunity." Emiya put his hands in his coat pockets, walked vigilantly at the back, surrounded the master and other ordinary people in the middle, "means Enemies in the shadows have to take the initiative to walk into the sun, and just seize the moment to deal a fatal blow to the enemy."

"In short, it's not a good thing." Lixiang finally concluded, "We didn't have any common language with Voldemort back then, and it must still be the case today." She turned her head and asked Sherlock, who was almost twitching with interest: "You two Do you want to hide somewhere in advance? Although it is only a hypothesis, we may not be able to protect you if there is a fight. It will be troublesome if you are caught as a hostage."

"We will stand on the sidelines at a place that will never be affected." Watson said, "You guys, please be careful." He stretched out his hand and pulled back Sherlock who was secretly twisting a small piece of singing marshmallow. The painful marshmallow cursed loudly: "Merlin's stinky socks! Which bastard is pinching my ass?"

"..." They spent another few minutes apologizing to the owner of the snack shop who hurried out, and bought the cotton candy whole.Luckily wizarding coins don't change over the years.

It's just that in the following journey, except for Lixiang and Heroic Holmes, everyone stared at the half succubi's feet hidden under the wide trouser legs with strange eyes.

Roman, who was a little (un)acquainted (and) with him, quickly walked two steps side by side, and whispered, "What's wrong with your stinky socks?"

"It's nothing." Merlin said angrily.

"So there are really smelly socks! Don't the flowers under your feet protest with you?"

"..."

The Magician of Flowers was forced to change the topic again, bringing back the content that was gradually going off track: "Lixiang, can you feel a little bit where Moriarty is in this place?"

"Not really. I can only vaguely perceive that he is indeed nearby, but the specific method still needs to be detected by Chaldea." Lixiang suggested, "Otherwise, I will use a command spell to let him come to me directly and forget it." .”

Matthew's panicked voice came from mid-air: "Wait a minute, senior, it will be over soon! This kind of distance detection can be done even if it is across the world based on Chaldea's current level of magic technology-I saw it ! Moriarty’s spirit base reaction was detected! It’s about two kilometers east of you!”

"To the east... the east is in this direction." Lixiang turned a corner and walked from the wide main street to the side road. "What is Moriarty doing here? It seems to be getting more and more remote."

"It's not a feeling." Sherlock restrained his steps a little bit, and the detective who has a natural keen intuition for the surrounding dangerous atmosphere began to look at the surrounding buildings that were gradually becoming low and dilapidated with a pair of light gray eyes, "We are From a well-ordered commercial street to a relatively dangerous... black market?"

This is how he defines a street that reveals an atmosphere of ambiguity and weird twists.There are rows of shops at both ends of the dirty and dark alley, which is different from the spacious and bright style of Diagon Alley. In the corner, and use heavy curtains to block the windows on the outside.

Pedestrians coming and going were all wearing cloaks and hoods to cover their faces, and a few unobvious gazes from all directions stared at Lixiang and his party who were standing upright in the center of the venue.An old wizard with gray hair and a dirty, tangled beard sitting in front of a magic supply shop knocked on his pipe and asked them, "What do you want to buy?"

"We're looking for someone." The brown-skinned Heroic Spirit took a step forward, unceremoniously using his eyes to pay back to all the wizards who were hiding in the dark and watching secretly.

"Oh...? What are you looking for? Living or dead?"

Li Xiang said: "It's an older British man with more fashionable clothes."

"This kind of statement is too general." The old wizard leaned back lazily on the chair, "Also, don't blame me for not reminding you—don't expect to get what you want from this street without paying a little price. There is no charity organization in Knockturn Alley, if this is your first time..." He smiled inexplicably, and someone around him secretly leaned over and lifted his wand.

"What are you..."

"Please don't be so serious, old man, this is my friend!" A voice with a thick nasal voice suddenly came from another store on the side.Moriarty took a leisurely walk, as if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere at all, "Hey~Master, it's been like three autumns since we didn't see each other. I'm relieved to see you come back safely, Dad!"

But judging from his behavior, the so-called 'worries' are probably fabricated by this person himself.

"Tsk, is it actually your friend? It's really rare." The old man looked at Ying Ling with a bit of fear, lowered his head, and really ignored them.The wizards watching around were scattered, and in just a short while, there was no strange and unfriendly atmosphere here.

"What did you do to them?" Li Xiang was amazed. "I heard that there is a prison in the wizarding world called Azkaban. How many years of free housing do you think they can give you according to the law?"

"...Oh, don't doubt me so coldly," Moriarty said innocently, "Don't you see what a crime paradise this is? Even without me, they still live according to their own code of conduct , I just blended in perfectly and made a few friends."

"So," the corner of Lixiang's mouth twitched, he didn't believe Yingling's rhetoric at all, "How many potential customers have you recruited?"

"Well... it's really hard to say for sure." Moriarty didn't refute her this time, "Let's skip this topic for now. Since you've woken up, Master, what is the purpose of coming to Knockturn Alley now? ? It’s not just for me, is it?”

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