v2 Chapter 368： Awakening of the Dark Lord

In a small town on the west side of Surrey, there is an old house that has been abandoned for many years...

According to legend, a husband killed his cheating wife, his wife’s lover and two children here twenty years ago, and then chose to commit suicide...

Because of the existence of such a dark history and the fact that the old house has no other heirs, after many unsuccessful auctions, this place has since been abandoned... Twenty years have made it lose its former glory; people in town It can't be avoided, only naughty children will occasionally open the window to break in and play.

But tonight, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in the windows upstairs of the old house, although it was a little flickering, the brightness was uncertain...

The front door covered by the creeper showed no signs of forcible entry, and the windows were intact. But in the room, two uninvited guests did break in; they seemed to appear inside out of thin air.

Following the gleam of light on the wand, a man in black walked into the dark cave-like old house... After a lot of effort, he found the door leading to the corridor. Groping over, a smell of decay puffed his nose.

Perhaps because of the thick dust accumulated on the stone steps, his footsteps hardly made any sound.

And in front of the man in black, there is a mouse, it seems to be leading the way...

"Wormtail?" The man in black snorted coldly, but his voice was strangely sharp, and it was as cold as a cold wind...

"Master...my master..." In the blink of an eye, the mouse suddenly turned into a short bald man with gray hair, a short body, a mouse-like face and a pointed nose...and his voice Appears timid and scared.

"Go and light the fireplace first, I'm a little bit cold!" Voldemort said indifferently: "Then go back and clean up the traces we left!"

"Yes...yes!" Wormtail's voice still looked awkward.

He hurriedly raised his wand, ran to the fireplace, and worked for a long time against the remaining firewood inside before letting the flame rise again.

Then he changed back to a mouse, sprinted to the ground, and then disappeared again.

...

The bright fire lit up Voldemort's face.

It also made his fragile body feel a little warm.

The escape career in recent months has indeed been a bit embarrassing... However, Voldemort inadvertently made Voldemort aware of a very important thing.

Since the defeat of the Department of Mysteries and his body was destroyed, some things have undergone subtle changes.

It seems that something lost is slowly recovering.

For example, his emotions no longer become irritable, his brain is no longer easily controlled by impulses, and some things can be hidden in his heart again... The whole person has become much more rational than before.

This reminds Voldemort of the past, many years ago, when he was young and his character was just like that.

The appearance is courteous, treats people kindly, and hides everything in my heart...

But since that successful trip to Albania, everything seems to have changed... That trip gave him the power of immortality, but since then, he gradually loses his sanity.

But now, those lost sanity are back!

Although as a price, in the past year, his five Horcruxes were destroyed one after another.

"Does the Horcrux always affect me?" Voldemort murmured at the bright fire in front of him:

"It must be so!"

Now, he suddenly understood why the despicable Helbo only made one Horcrux in his life...because every piece of divided soul will be the master of the soul

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Make an impact.

In other words, his attempt to manufacture seven Horcruxes was completely wrong!

But now, he only has one Horcrux...Although the destruction of the Horcrux has made him extremely vulnerable, the impact of the divided soul on him is much smaller!

In a sense, it can be said to be a blessing in disguise!

There was a grim smile at the corner of Voldemort's mouth.

...

From his pocket, Voldemort took out a crumpled newspaper.

After staying in the Muggle world for so many years after I was young, Voldemort knew much better about Muggles than his Death Eaters... He knew how to get information through Muggles, especially now He couldn't touch the wizarding world at all.

And, this afternoon, Voldemort saw a very exciting news in the Muggle newspaper.

"Fire in Transylvania!"

After reconfirming the authenticity of the news, the Dark Lord looked relieved.

It looks like Fenrir Greyback did a good job.

Voldemort had never looked down upon those werewolves, but he was very clear about the loyalty of the werewolves to him...because only under his rule can those werewolves usher in a better life.

So, he sent Fenrir Greyback and his army of werewolves to Transylvania... His purpose was not to rescue or enslave the vampires. Those vampires are actually worthless. !

His real purpose is only one

Attract attention!

Not only to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic especially to attract the attention of Albus Dumbledore!

Everyone knows that Fenrir Greyback is loyal to the Dark Lord; and when he appears in such a high profile in distant Eastern Europe, he will naturally draw a lot of attention.

Especially Albus Dumbledore!

That old fox, I am afraid that he has hurried to Transylvania by now, and may even have arrived.

For himself, as long as Dumbledore is not in England, it is the best opportunity.

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Wormtail had returned, and he seemed to have swept all the traces left by the future tense.

Voldemort also threw the Muggle newspaper into the fireplace and burned it all... He didn't believe Wormtail would betray him, but proper caution should be taken, especially since his trail has been repeatedly by the Ministry of Magic and the Phoenix Under the premise of the agency found.

"Wormtail!" Voldemort shouted coldly.

"Master..." Peter Pediru raised his head and said timidly.

"Extend your arm," Voldemort ordered.

While talking, Voldemort bent down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve to his elbow.

There is something on the exposed skin, like a bright red tattoo: a skull spit out a snake

Voldemort stretched out his long, pale index finger and pressed it against Wormtail's arm.

Wormtail wailed again, and the bright red print became pitch black...

The air was suddenly filled with the pawns of the cloak. Outside the old house, every dark place had a wizard apparition.

They all wore hoods and covered their faces.

They came one by one... very slowly and cautiously.