Chapter 840 The Ecstatic Voldemort

Before Snape could finish his words, a powerful aura came over him.

"I killed Dumbledore?!" Voldemort suddenly laughed in anger, his face twisted and looking a little scary, he said every word. "very good!"

"He dared to fool the Dark Lord again! Again!!!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily, and the wooden tables, chairs and stools nearby exploded instantly.

Sawdust fell from the sky, and Snape couldn't help but shudder, feeling a little regretful in his heart, whether he had stimulated it too much.

Fortunately, Voldemort was angry, but he had no intention of venting his anger on him. After blowing up a bunch of furniture, he kept pacing in the living room.

"McNeice, Goyle, Crabbe, Lucius...and Ivan Hals, I will make them all pay the price before long!" Voldemort counted the list of betrayers one by one. , and then focused all his hatred on Ivan.

If possible, he would like to go to Knockturn Alley immediately and cut these people into pieces, but he also knows that he is no match for Ivan Hals now. If he rashly fights against the opponent, he is likely to make the same mistake again. Another big defeat.

"Master...Master?!" Snape called out softly when he saw Voldemort pondering for a long time with an uncertain expression.

"Severus, do you have anything else?" Voldemort suddenly came to his senses and asked with a frown. He was very worried that he would hear some bad news from Snape again.

"This time it's about Dumbledore. Didn't you ask me to track down his recent movements before?" Snape asked.

Voldemort nodded. Snape had reported to him some time ago that Dumbledore had been missing since the beginning of school. Even Dumbledore refused to participate in the parliament where the Ministry of Magic impeached him. This made him feel very sad. curious.

But now that Dumbledore was dead, he didn't understand why Snape suddenly brought up this topic again.

"Master...I'm afraid I have found the secret of Dumbledore's power...but I'm not sure whether my guess is correct." Snape said hesitantly.

"Dumbledore's secret of power?" Voldemort murmured in a low voice, then looked at Snape and said. "You can speak freely in front of me, Severus, and I will never punish you whether it is right or wrong..."

After receiving Voldemort's assurance, Snape slowly took out a thick book from his robe pocket, placed it in front of Voldemort, and then explained.

"During the six months since Dumbledore disappeared, he returned to Hogwarts several times. Every time he summoned me, he would read this book in the principal's office..."

Voldemort glanced down and frowned quickly, because this seemed to be just an ordinary storybook. Probably because it had been turned over frequently, the pages were a little yellowed, but it could still be clearly seen from the cover. Come to the eye-catching title - "The Tales of Beedle the Poet".

"A bedtime story?" Voldemort looked a little impatient. "Are you sure Dumbledore isn't going to read a few storybooks to appease the kiddos at Hogwarts?"

If Snape hadn't been the one who took out this book, his Avatar would have been ready to go!

"Master, please believe me. I found this book from Dumbledore's robe before he was buried. Dumbledore always carried it with him..." Snape hurriedly explained.

Only then did Voldemort become slightly interested. The thing Dumbledore kept so carefully must not be an ordinary book.

"In addition, I also stole Dumbledore's wand while they were holding a funeral for Dumbledore. I think this thing may be related to a legend in the story collection..." Snape said, taking the wand from his sleeve. He took out an elder wand and showed it to Voldemort.

The moment he saw this wand, Voldemort's pupils narrowed. He had dealt with Dumbledore many times, so he naturally knew that this was Dumbledore's wand.

"I didn't expect you to even get this..." Voldemort said with appreciation, reaching out his hand to take the wand. The moment he touched it, Voldemort suddenly felt as if his magic power was resonating with the wand. More importantly, He could feel that the wand contained power beyond imagination.

"Shattered to pieces!" Voldemort couldn't help but wave his wand to experiment, and a magical beam as thick as an arm flashed through the air.

The next moment, the wall on the right exploded, and the entire mansion shook slightly.

Looking at the collapsed wall, Voldemort's expression was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that just an ordinary crushing spell could show such destructive power with the blessing of this wand.

Voldemort cast a spell again, and everything seemed to go back in time. The broken wood and stone bricks on the ground quickly gathered together, and the wall that had just been blown up returned to its original appearance in just one second.

"Yes, very good! This is what I have been looking for, the most powerful wand!" Voldemort grinned and carefully stroked the branches of the Elder Wand, his face filled with excitement.

Ever since the Phoenix wand in his hand suddenly lost control on the night of his resurrection, he had come up with the idea of ​​replacing it with a new wand.

So during this period, it was not that he did nothing. On the contrary, he searched a lot of British history collections and legends and found some clues from a few words, but he had not had time to take formal action.

But now it seems that the magic wand in front of me is very similar to the description in the legend...

Perhaps he should have thought of it earlier. Without such a powerful wand, how could the aging Dumbledore be his opponent?

Voldemort became more and more certain of his conjecture, but at the same time he did not forget Snape's words and turned his attention to "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

The reason why Dumbledore paid so much attention to this book is probably because it records some legends related to this most powerful wand, and even ways to use the power of this wand.

Thinking of this, Voldemort's eyes became eager. He did not choose to ask Snape, but couldn't wait to pick up the fairy tale book and read it quickly.

"The Wizard and the Hopping Cauldron", "The Fountain of Good Luck", "The Wizard's Hairy Heart"...

Voldemort's eyes quickly scanned the pages, and finally settled on one, and his pale and slender fingers traced the description on the page.

"The Elder Wand...the Wand of Destiny...the Deathly Hallows!" Voldemort muttered to himself, looking almost crazy. "I see. No wonder this wand has such powerful magic."