Chapter 840: Anyway, I want to see you again...

"You did a good job this time, very good, Severus!" Voldemort was excitedly pacing in the living room with "The Poetry Story Collection", thinking about the story over and over in his mind.

The old magic wand...the invisibility cloak...the resurrection stone...the three sacred artifacts made by the **** of death, possessing great power, it is rumored that holding three of the death hallows at the same time can become the master of the **** of death!

And conquering death is precisely his dream all the time!

"Do you think this story will be true? This magic wand is the legendary elder wand made by the **** of death himself?" Voldemort carefully looked at the old wand in his hand and asked in a confirming tone.

"Master, I can't be sure about this... But the legend of the three brothers has a long history in the British magical world. "The Story of Poetry Weng and Pedou" only included it. I think it might be true!" Snape answered cautiously.

"Yes, the legend always has some basis!" Voldemort muttered to himself, completely convinced in his heart.

After all, he had just experienced the power of the old wand, which was definitely beyond the scope of normal magic items.

More importantly, Voldemort eagerly hopes that this legend is true, because he saw the possibility of defeating Ivan Hals!

The fiasco that night in Turnover Alley has always been a shadow in his heart!

Voldemort still remembers how high-spirited he was when he was resurrected. The entire magical world was at his fingertips, but it was just one night’s effort. He seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell. Ivan Hals used his unimaginable power to destroy himself. All of his ambitions have been broken...

This is different from the one fifteen years ago. The other party was not the lucky boy Harry Potter, but actually beat him head-on. No matter how many times he came, I’m afraid it won’t change this fact.

So at some point, Voldemort even thought pessimistically that he would never have the opportunity to wash away this shame in his life, but the legend of the Three Sacred Artifacts gave him new hope!

However, while feeling excited, Voldemort did not completely lose his mind. Although the increase in power brought by the old wand was beyond imagination, it was far from the point where he could easily defeat Ivan Hals.

In addition, he was keenly aware that when he was casting a spell just now, the magic wand seemed to faintly resist his power.

Voldemort's brows wrinkled involuntarily. It stands to reason that Dumbledore, the original owner of the old wand, is dead. With his strength, he should be able to trend freely.

Snape nodded, but he didn't agree with him. After discussing the so-called plan with Voldemort, he left Riddle's mansion alone.

As he pushed open the door and walked outside, Snape's tight heart slowly relaxed, his palms and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.

Since Malfoy and other mutinies took refuge in Ivan Hals, the Dark Lord's suspicion has become very serious, to the point where it is almost pathological.

Even though he had almost perfectly completed every task arranged by Voldemort, Snape could still feel that Voldemort still had doubts about himself.

Every time you enter and exit Riddle's mansion, it is like wandering between life and death...

Snape faintly regretted agreeing to Dumbledore to carry out the plan.

However, he understood that even if he did it again, there would be no change in the result, because he had no right to choose from the beginning to the end...

A gleam of haze flashed in Snape's eyes, and he recalled the story of the three brothers in "The Poem Pedou Tales"Death Hallows...Resurrection Stone..." Snape whispered. The self-talk.

Dumbledore once told him that the so-called Deathly Hallows are just a few powerful magical items, and the resurrection stones can only let people see the memory fantasy formed by magic. Their only function is to guide people to pursue death as bait...

Snape didn't believe Dumbledore's rhetoric. He still had a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Dumbledore was just fooling himself and didn't want him to be fascinated by this power to reverse life and death...

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't restrain his excitement, clenched his fists, his nails embedded in the flesh.

Anyway, I want to see you again... Lily...

Even if I just apologize to you...

(End of this chapter)

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