Chapter 353 Saint? True God? Star?

Following Voldemort's sharp shout, a dazzling green light erupted from the tip of the wand and hit the wall heavily.

Suddenly, rubble flew everywhere.

The walls of the secret room built by the Malfoy family are of good quality and have a lot of magic attached to them.

The effect of the Death Curse is to directly deprive the life of creatures with living characteristics, and it does not have a strong ability to destroy objects.

But Voldemort's death curse still left a deep hole in the wall.

However, Voldemort did not pay attention to his own death curse, but squinted his eyes and looked ahead.

Where the killing curse passed through before, there was a golden figure standing there, with a large hole in the figure's chest.

Through that hole, you could just see the big hole in the wall behind him.

"A very powerful death curse. He is indeed the greatest Dark Lord in Britain in the past thousand years."

The golden figure sighed, and at the same time a golden light flashed and the hole disappeared automatically.

"A magical image?" Voldemort frowned and quickly identified the true form opposite him.

"Hidden magic in the Malfoy's secret room? No, Lucius, that wallflower, doesn't have the guts to offend his master."

"So, who are you?"

At the same time, Voldemort's wand continued to point at the opponent, but no more spells were released.

No matter who the opponent is, he can bypass the layers of magic in Malfoy Manor and the defenses and curses he has carefully arranged to guard against Dumbledore, and send the image here.

Although Voldemort was unwilling to admit it, in order to prevent big problems in his resurrection, he planted some of his most proud and terrifying black magic here.

In this case, the opponent's results have proven that his magical attainments are very high, and he may not even be much weaker than himself.

So at this time, Voldemort was a little more wary of this unknown wizard and seemed more cautious.

Besides, this is just an image, and it poses no direct threat to him for the time being, so why not have a chat with him.

"Who am I, you ask?" The golden figure's voice was unusually hazy, as if shrouded in mist.

Although he couldn't see the other person's facial features clearly, Voldemort could feel the other person smiling slightly.

"The specific name is insignificant. It can even be said that I have forgotten it. After all, the journey of pursuing death does not require such boring items as names."

"But you can call me... a saint."

"Saint?" Voldemort frowned, "That subordinate of the first Dark Lord Grindelwald?"

"No, no, no, I think you may have some errors in understanding."

The smile in the saint's voice suddenly disappeared, and he became obviously dissatisfied, as if he had been misunderstood.

"We are saints, Grindelwald is one of us, but we are not entirely his followers."

Voldemort frowned, obviously not understanding.

The golden figure shook his head and began to patiently explain to Voldemort:

"Dear Dark Lord, I hope you understand that saints and followers of Grindelwald are not two different groups."

"The saints refer to those wizards in history who pursued the legend of the three brothers and searched for the Deathly Hallows."

"Our structure is relatively loose in normal times and we deal with political issues. Unless there are special circumstances, we will not get involved in international disputes."

"And the official name of Grindelwald's wizarding organization should be the Wiccan Party, at least that's what they call themselves."

"Their goal is to establish a global hierarchical order led by wise and powerful wizards through a series of means including ideological propaganda and warfare."

"In this order, powerful wizards are at the top, ordinary wizards are at the middle, and Muggles and other races are at the bottom of society."

"It can also be seen from this that we are two international unofficial wizarding organizations with completely different styles and goals."

"It's just that the Saints organization has existed for a long time and has appeared in the sights of the International Federation of Wizards Conferences and the Ministry of Magic of various countries from time to time."

"And Grindelwald himself has been pursuing the Deathly Hallows, and he does belong to one of us."

"In addition, the organizational logos of both sides are the logo of the legendary Deathly Hallows, and there are some overlaps in personnel, so this misunderstanding arises."

"Dear Dark Lord, I think you can tell the difference between us by now."

After describing this fundamental difference, the golden figure became quiet, quietly waiting for Voldemort's reply.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally waited for a reply, but it was an unexpected reply.

"What are the Deathly Hallows?" Voldemort asked softly, with a little doubt in his voice.

"I don't remember hearing that term, at least not in the History of Magic."

"Um……"

The golden figure was speechless for a moment, and at the same time he urgently communicated with the spirit world and collected the past information contained in the spirit world.

He suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, an inconspicuous but crucial mistake.

According to records in the spiritual world, Voldemort grew up in a Muggle orphanage when he was a child.

So...he has never heard of fairy tales in the wizarding world!

And after he officially became an adult, he had been studying magic. How could he have time to pay attention to such illusory legends as the "Deathly Hallows"?

As a last resort, the golden figure once again described the story about the three brothers and the Deathly Hallows to Voldemort.

After listening to the description of this "saint", Voldemort's eyes clearly lit up.

After all, his description of the Deathly Hallows was too attractive.

Although we don’t know whether it is true or not yet, according to the legend, as long as you obtain the three Deathly Hallows, you can become the master of Death and defeat death...

Although Voldemort has always disliked relying on other items, only pursuing absolute personal strength, and even scorned the Sorcerer's Stone when pursuing immortality, he had to make Horcruxes by himself before he could rest assured.

However, Voldemort still couldn't help but want to collect such unique magical items that could obviously further enhance his strength.

To put it bluntly, even if you don't use these magic items, it would be a good thing to make them into new Horcruxes.

Aren't treasures like Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup, and Ravenclaw's diadem kept well in your collection?

"So why did you come to see me?"

Although greed for the Deathly Hallows had arisen in his heart, Voldemort still showed no emotion or anger, and even his tone did not change much.

"You need me to send Death Eaters to help you find the Deathly Hallows? If that's the case, I'm sorry."

"I don't have enough manpower right now, and I don't have the extra energy to assist you."

"Of course not." "Saint" shook his head, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"What I want to talk to you about is another matter. We saints are willing to assist you in dealing with Harry Potter."

"Oh?" Voldemort's aura suddenly became dangerous. After all, he had just been defeated by Harry Potter some time ago.

Although Voldemort has already found reasons for his failure, he is still very sensitive to related topics, and even slightly manic.

"Are you questioning my strength? Doubting that I can't deal with Harry Potter with my own hands? Can't I kill an underage witch with my own hands?"

"You'd better give me an explanation, a reasonable explanation, that will appease the Dark Lord's anger."

Dark purple light began to flicker at the tip of the wand, and it might fall on the figure opposite at any time.

Although the Death Curse has no effect on the image, Voldemort also masters other black magic, and can even curse the body of the spellcasting wizard in the opposite direction of the phantom.

"You worry too much, great Dark Lord."

The "Saint" seemed to have anticipated Voldemort's attitude, and said unhurriedly,

"I have no intention of questioning your strength, I just want to talk to you about cooperation. After all, you should be facing a dilemma now."

"Harry Potter's magical attainments are indeed not low, and Dumbledore's strength is close to yours. You must be under tremendous pressure now."

“And our goals are relatively consistent, so we happen to be the most suitable partner.”

Voldemort also quickly got rid of this angry state and carefully considered the proposal of the "saint" in front of him.

If you think about it carefully, what he said does make sense.

"Since you want to cooperate with me, then you have to give me a reason to cooperate." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and raised the doubts in his heart.

"Besides, how are you going to cooperate? As the party that proposes cooperation, I think you should express your sincerity."

"Of course," "Saint" bowed slightly, "First of all, this is the reason why we seek your cooperation."

"I don't know if you know, but the Potter family is the descendant of Ignotus Peverell."

"And the Invisibility Cloak among the three Deathly Hallows once belonged to Ignotus, but now it belongs to the last descendant of the Potter family..."

"Harry Potter." Voldemort said the name first, the name he least wanted to mention.

"Yes, it's her." There was suddenly a bit of joy in the golden figure's voice,

"This is also the purpose of our cooperation. We want the invisibility cloak in her hand."

"Okay, I understand." Voldemort didn't seem to think much at all and made a decision without thinking.

"I can cooperate with you, but from which direction are you going to cut in to deal with Harry Potter?"

"We have already planned this." "Saint"'s voice was a little louder, as if he had seen the invisibility cloak waving to him.

"I heard that you also have a group of powerful partners who are currently imprisoned in Azkaban Prison in the UK?"

"Yes, but I will release them soon." Voldemort frowned, obviously someone mentioned his pain point again.

"Actually, I just want to do something about Azkaban..."

…………

After a long conversation, silence returned to the secret room.

The smile that Voldemort showed when he was talking to the other party had disappeared, and he stared expressionlessly at the place where the golden figure had been standing.

Although the other party said so much, Voldemort still remained suspicious and vigilant.

After all, in his most powerful days, Voldemort's main experience was entangled with Dumbledore, and he had no intention of paying attention to matters in Europe.

He didn't know much about the Saints or the Wiccan Party, he had doubts about their purpose, and he couldn't even determine the true identity of this golden figure.

But now it seems that it no longer matters who the other party is.

Even if the other party is a follower of Grindelwald, so what?

For Grindelwald, an old-timer, Voldemort still recognized part of his philosophy.

Voldemort was absolutely in favor of the idea of ​​wizards dominating Muggles. Wizards are so powerful that they should stand above Muggles.

Of course, it's not enough to just stand over Muggles.

In Voldemort's eyes, those Muggle-born wizards and half-blood wizards should also be ruled by pure-blood wizards!

However, while recognizing Grindelwald's ideas, Voldemort himself was still dismissive of Grindelwald.

An old loser, why should I respect him? Can he be stronger than himself?

This is also the reason why Voldemort seemed to agree to the other party's proposal without thinking deeply.

Nothing but self-confidence.

"No matter what your purpose is, I accept this cooperation." Voldemort looked at the mirror in front of him with greed in his eyes.

"But I also want Harry Potter's life, and I also want the Deathly Hallows!"

A cloud of black mist exploded in the room, and Voldemort disappeared without a trace.

Next, he will hold a meeting to re-modify the work that has been arranged.

Not far away, on a big tree outside the Malfoy family manor, a golden figure seemed to be weightless, hanging on a leaf and looking at the Malfoy Manor.

"I want Harry Potter's life too, I want the river under Azkaban and the door in the Ministry of Magic."

The golden figure disappeared from the spot, but a pair of eyes suddenly appeared on the big tree where he stood.

Meanwhile, the Dursleys.

After cooperating with Dobby's magic mirror and the problematic blood in Voldemort's body, and understanding everything, Harley had a doubt.

Who is this golden figure?

Is he really the leader of this generation of saints? Or those true gods among ancient wizards who were resurrected through strange means? Or is it Sequence Zero from other races?

Or... is it a bold star or one of his subordinates?

"There is a new spoiler." A bold idea came to Harley's mind.

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(ps. There is an important misunderstanding to correct here. According to Xenophilius Lovegood in the seventh "Deathly Hallows", the saints are the ones who pursue the Deathly Hallows. People, some of them are followers of Grindelwald, but not all of them. It is just because Grindelwald left the symbol of the Deathly Hallows in Durmstrang and it was widely spread, so it is easy to misunderstand. )