Chapter 1044 ?

The depths of the Albanian forest that covered the sky and the sun had just been baptized by a heavy rain. In the sweltering weather, it was as hot as a steam oven, and people were almost suffocating. Affected by the weather and his own emotions, Voldemort's nose fluttered violently, Before passing by the watermelon field, he glanced at the corpse of the ponytail Death Eater that was starting to stink, his expression was icy cold.

As he walked further, he heard a hissing and crawling sound, and stopped.

"Nagini."

The mysterious man whispered, and the hissing sound became louder and louder. Nagini quickly squirmed through the grass and climbed to Voldemort's side. He leaned forward and climbed higher and higher, seemingly endlessly, and then put his body on Voldemort's shoulders Above, its eyes were unblinking, its pupils looking vertically at the wounds on Voldemort's bald head with concern.

Voldemort caressed the snake nonchalantly with his long thin fingers, and looked in the direction of Nagini, where Bellatrix came out from behind a tree with her stomach on her back.

"Master!" Bella's voice was tense with excitement. Behind her, Narcissa saluted Voldemort with a pale face, but her eyes avoided Voldemort and the snake.

On their right, Lucius and several Death Eaters also came out of the forest after seeing Voldemort appearing. These Death Eaters in black robes flashed in the forest one by one, they quietly They gathered around Voldemort silently, saluted Voldemort, but did not dare to look up at him at all.

Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, his eyes first glanced at Bella and her high, intact stomach, Bellatrix's face was flushed red, tears of joy filled his eyes, "Master... "She looked at the trauma on the mysterious man's head, and suddenly felt cold all over her body. She couldn't help but rushed over and hugged him, and the mysterious man rarely reprimanded him for such rude behavior.

"Very well, you are still here..." Voldemort's eyes looked at Lucius and the others. "Many people have been proclaiming their allegiance to me, but only the most loyal are still here."

Quite a few people lowered their heads stiffly but breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if Bellatrix hadn't strongly objected to their leaving when they found their master missing for a short time after they returned, they probably would have fought with many black people who had just joined. Like the wizard, after knowing that the master was defeated in the duel and the base camp was kicked, he ran for his life instead of hiding in the surrounding forest and waiting.

Voldemort's snake face twisted, and he stood straight and scanned the dark underground entrance. When he looked back, he seemed to notice that Parkinson was there: "Parkinson, you are a little loyal besides being useless... there are only a few left. What happened? What happened here?"

"Master... that damned Harris... While we were away, he basically killed all the people we stayed behind, and emptied most of our belongings... He didn't even leave our food supplies..." Lu Xiu Si took the initiative to answer the master's question, "There are only some black magic items left. According to my judgment, these items are illegally traded items, and they escaped unharmed because they cannot be sold normally on the market..."

"But master!" Bellacrix said in a hoarse and piercing voice with his chest heaving violently, "he finally found the master's room, but he may have known about the master's operation at that time, so he was in a hurry I rushed over... in a hurry, I only had time to steal some books from the master's room..."

Voldemort raised his ferocious face and roared, "Where's the hand of Vecna?"

"Cissy, get it out!" Bellatrix yelled at her sister. Narcissa hurriedly took out a glass cover from her handbag with no trace of retractable spells, and Bella took it with both hands. to Voldemort,

"Master, some traitors wanted to steal your things before they left. Narcissa and I had to put away everything to protect them..."

Nagini hissed a little in Voldemort's ear.

"Since Bella let you go... I won't hold you accountable for your ineffective protection..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at the trembling Narcissa and nodded for a long time, then lifted the lid of the box with his left hand, focusing his eyes on the inside On the dry man's hand that was supported by a cushion and covered by a glass cover carved with intricate magic patterns, "Very good... write down the names of those traitors..."

In a blink of an eye, Bella stared at his right hand after noticing the mysterious man's movements, and found that the cuff of the robe was empty, and the situation was different. She screamed: "Master, your hand!" He squatted down staggeringly on his stomach, almost kneeling at his feet, trying to touch the severed arm.

Bellatrix has been hiding in the forests of Albania, and none of the Death Eaters who returned later could fully know the details of the duel between their master and Alan Harris, so Bella has never believed what other people said. She didn't think her master would fail, but now... her eyes slid past Voldemort's broken hand, her eyes full of concern for the person in front of her who was more important than herself in her heart.

"You're pitying me, Bella." Voldemort fixed his gaze on Bellatrix's face.

"No...no, master...I..." Bella shook her head in a panic.

"It's broken," Voldemort raised his right arm and said softly, and the broken wrist was covered by the fallen robe and appeared in front of everyone. "Harris is in full swing now...he controls some powers that I don't quite understand..." Voldemort's only intact hand clenched tightly, "But I won't lose all the time, I just won a game with him, as long as I find all three Vecna ​​artifacts..."

Bellatrix's eyes filled with tears, "Master, Bella is willing to find them."

"That shouldn't have come out of your mouth, Bellatrix, Rudolphus Lestrange and old Parkinson will know what to do." Voldemort let the box float in front of him, first Casting a protective spell on himself, he immediately lifted the cover, picked up the withered severed hand and pressed it on his own.

The withered, lifeless, disgusting palm seemed to come alive after the port touched Voldemort's severed wrist, and the blood vessels and tendons squirmed like worms and began to burrow into Voldemort's freshly healed wound, and then The leeches generally begin to suck the life of the You-Know-Who.

Voldemort frowned, and tapped his wand in his left hand. The Dark Lord summoned an unlucky man with the Flying Curse, and then he directly placed his withered right hand on the Death Eater's arm, as if his life force had been drained quickly. The Death Eater was aging rapidly, his youthful appearance was quickly covered with wrinkles, his hair also turned white, and his body was bent. He didn't respond except for a few yells, and finally collapsed on the ground panting.

The life force absorbed by the Death Eaters was injected into Vecna's hand, and after Vecna's hand was satisfied, it fed back the excess, together with the evil and chaos contained in the palm itself, to Voldemort. Those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of everyone - but the withered Vecna's hand seemed to be unaffected by this external vitality, still shriveled and shriveled, which made the pale Dark Lord cooperate This mummy-like withered and decayed palm looks even weirder behind the palm.

The mysterious man twitched unconsciously, then came back to his senses and tried to bend the fingers of his new right hand a few times before nodding in satisfaction. He handed over the wand in his left hand to the palm of the deceased. The reporter waved the wand without chanting It shot out a green light without hesitation, and a big emerald green tree that had revealed infinite vitality in summer instantly lost its life.

Ignoring Bella who was starting to be excited and joyful, Voldemort, who was thinking about his Horcrux, grabbed the unlucky guy who fell on the ground just now, "Wait where you are."——The voice of the mysterious man also became more uncomfortable and gentle Frightened.

After he finished his understatement, he apparated back to England, and returned to Gaunt's old house. In this damp and desolate ancestral house in Great Hangleton, about four or five miles away from Little Hangleton, Voldemort After doing a little inspection, he roared angrily, and then a thunderbolt exploded and destroyed some rooms. Voldemort grinned in satisfaction at the conquest of the power of the spell. After a while, he regained his senses, grabbed the hapless bastard and disappeared again. In place.

A moment later, in the cave by the sea, the Dark Lord dropped the speechless Death Eater just after he had stopped his flying spell and landed, and then he slit the skin on his wrinkled, old arm Muscle, let the blood dispel the magic barrier he placed on this cave.

The Dark Lord couldn't wait to make sure his Horcrux was safe - he hoped that this place no one else would find, and that a memory from his childhood wasn't lost because he was trapped in it. The crystal ball was detected by the other party, and because the hidden secret door is intact now, the mysterious person thinks that this place is also intact, thinking that Dumbledore and the others would never have thought that they would put the Horcrux in this place that they have no way to study.

However, as the stones at the secret door of the cave fell, the strong smell coming from the exposed passage made Voldemort understand that this was just his extravagant wish-due to the lack of air circulation, the whole cave spewed out some rotten gas. Sour and strong stench of human excrement, mixed with some bitter almonds.

This smell made the Death Eater, who had become too old to make a sound, suffocate to flush and restore some redness, and even let out some dry cough.

In the cave, the air was quiet and humid, and the mysterious man was full of vigilance, doubts and unwillingness to give up on the weirdness in front of him—he shrugged his noseless nostrils, and instead of summoning a ship, he took the man who was still coughing slightly dry without changing his expression. The sick Death Eaters flew to the small island in the middle of the lake.

After landing, a more intense stench came, but the Dark Lord's attention was all on the crystal stone basin in the middle. When he saw the locket inside the basin, Voldemort frowned and experienced many setbacks in a short period of time. He is not as arrogant as before, he does not believe that Alan or Dumbledore discovered the cave but were unable to solve the barrier.

So Voldemort cast the Imperius Curse on the Death Eater casually, completely ignoring the opponent's feelings, and forcibly poured the potion from the stone basin into his throat that was forced to open his mouth.

Later, after the potion was drunk by his subordinates, the mysterious man took out the locket naturally.

Then, after opening the locket, the mysterious man naturally discovered the letters left to him by the two brothers of the Black family.

Therefore, the small island in the middle of the lake in the cave and the unlucky Death Eater were naturally blown up by the mysterious man with the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse.

In the end, those cloudy lakes that naturally splashed all over Voldemort because of the explosion, the bitter almond smell and stench contained in these liquids of a color completely different from what he remembered, finally made the expressionless face float in the air. The Dark Lord above the lake also retched involuntarily.

"Ugh cough..."