Chapter 133 Voldemort: It Turns Out that the Undercover Agent Is Really Me!

Just when Voldemort was about to throw his illusory body into the dazzling white potion in the crucible, Riddle suddenly stepped forward quickly, raised his hand and raised his wand——

"Flipendo at full speed!"

Voldemort's attention was all on the crucible in front of him. He also had a high degree of trust in his split soul and did not pay any attention to it at all.

Caught off guard, he was suddenly hit by the repel spell and fell from the edge of the crucible.

"what you do?!"

Voldemort was furious and looked at Riddle with his scarlet eyes.

Looking at Riddle's unruly expression, Voldemort didn't suddenly realize until this moment that Snape was not wrong at all, and the soul he split off was the real undercover!

And the purpose of this soul fragment is precisely the resurrection potion that he desires so much!

"Come on, all of you! Catch him!" Voldemort looked at the frightened Death Eaters and roared viciously.

At the same time, he also raised his wand and angrily cast countless angry spells at Riddle!

Although Voldemort threw the bones of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., into the crucible and lost part of his physical strength, his strength was still not comparable to soul fragments like Riddle in the Horcrux Diary. .

Riddle was at a disadvantage as soon as they fought, and could only fend off Voldemort's attack.

However, Voldemort was not alone here. More and more Death Eaters surrounded him and attacked Riddle.

The situation is about to become extremely dangerous!

However, although Riddle was obviously unable to withstand the attacks of many curses, he did not show the slightest panic, and there seemed to be other confidence in his eyes.

Sure enough, when he couldn't hold on anymore, he suddenly shouted loudly——

"Professor Dracula, help me!"

Upon hearing this call for help, almost all Death Eaters and even all wizards present, including Voldemort, froze.

They subconsciously turned their heads left and right, trying to find that terrifying figure.

Voldemort also looked around nervously, and then he was slightly relieved when he found that Dracula was not there.

"Stop bluffing, Tom, there is no way Dracula can enter our base." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This place is under a spell of loyalty. Unless I personally give permission to enter, no one can enter." The location of this bunker can be discovered!”

"Oh? Is this true?" A mellow voice suddenly rang.

"Of course!" Voldemort replied proudly.

However, the next moment, he showed an expression of extreme astonishment, even horror, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a silver-haired figure arriving here at some point. He was leaning against the door of the conference room, looking at Voldemort and the Death Eaters here with a half-smile.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes and stared blankly in the direction of the door of the conference room. "This is impossible...how can you enter a place where the Loyalty Curse is cast..."

"The Loyalty Curse is indeed very powerful, and there is almost no possibility of breaking it-" Dracula looked at Voldemort's frightened expression with interest, and smiled softly, "But after all, it is just a magic. As long as it is magic, There must be a way to deal with it.”

"As far as I know, the mechanism of the Red Loyalty Curse is to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. As long as the secret keeper does not take the initiative to reveal it, the secret will not be discovered, even if the Soul Imperius Curse and Veritaserum are used."

"Mr. Voldemort, I don't know if you have forgotten, but you do not have a unique soul-"

Dracula laughed happily, "Mr. Riddle's soul comes from the same origin as you. Since you have hidden the secret of this base in your soul, the scope of the Red Loyalty Curse... is only It is your soul that can tell the secret."

"And your soul is highly similar to Riddle's, so as long as you use a little magic to modify Riddle's soul, it's not difficult to deceive the Loyalty Curse."

Looking at Dracula with a pleasant smile on his lips, Voldemort was stunned.

He never dreamed that the person who exposed this base that had just been built a few days ago was none other than himself!

I'm the one undercover? !

Voldemort knew that today was probably going to be a bad day, so he gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed towards the crucible quickly.

As he rushed forward, he shouted, "Stop them, hold them off as long as you can!"

Voldemort wanted to be the first to put his soul into the resurrection potion in the crucible. If he could be resurrected on the spot and restored to his peak strength, then he would still have the strength to face Dracula!

The surrounding Death Eaters looked at Dracula by the door, with different expressions: some were high-spirited, some were hesitant, some were confused, and some were afraid.

In the end, the Death Eaters, led by Nott and Avery, chose to attack Dracula immediately.

Nott made some mistakes in the dozen years since Voldemort left, and now he wants to make amends for them;

Avery was left with only one left hand holding the wand. He was extremely eager to help Voldemort regain his peak strength. Only in this way could his efforts be rewarded. Only when Voldemort regains his strength will he be able to replace his right hand that was cut off while refining the medicine, and will he be given a higher status commensurate with his efforts.

Others are showmen like Lucius.

As soon as Lucius received Voldemort's order, he began to find ways to avoid the center of the upcoming battle. At the same time, his actions also meant to distance himself from other Death Eaters in front of Dracula to show their alignment.

A small group of Death Eaters headed by Lucius once again began to fish in the water. They chanted the spell louder than anyone else's, and the light at the tip of the wand was much brighter than the others, but for a long time Not a single decent spell was fired.

In the scene that instantly became a mess, Voldemort quickly rushed towards the crucible.

He was only hit by a repelling spell, and the distance from the crucible was not too far. As soon as he took a step forward, he was immediately within inches of the crucible.

However, this one step has turned into a world away——

A silver-haired figure stood in front of the crucible, raised his hand and erected a transparent light curtain, blocking Voldemort behind the light curtain.

His seemingly thin body firmly blocked every inch of Voldemort's path forward!

Voldemort rushed very fast and hit the light screen very hard.

His face hit the transparent light screen hard, and his noseless face became even flatter, as if he had been severely stepped on by an elephant's big foot and pressed to the ground. I rubbed it for a long time.

After Voldemort was frustrated, he subconsciously turned his head and wanted to angrily scold those Death Eaters who couldn't even stop him.

However, when he turned his head, he found that the silver-haired figure at the door was still standing there, waving his wand casually, blocking countless spell attacks from the Death Eaters.

Seeing Voldemort's gaze, Dracula at the door also changed his gaze and smiled at him.

Voldemort looked at the silver-haired figure in front of him again, and found that this was exactly the same Dracula, but his figure was more realistic than the one at the door.

Before, his emotions were immersed in shock and panic, and he didn't notice anything weird.

It was only now that Voldemort discovered that the Dracula at the door was originally just an avatar or a projection of power, so it seemed a bit illusory like his soul body.

Voldemort suddenly realized that there was probably nothing wrong with the map Snape had given him.

It's just that even he was deceived by Dracula, so that the red light spot representing Dracula on the map could only be the location of Dracula's incarnation.

"Severus, I wronged you." Voldemort said silently in his heart.

Then, he gave Snape a meaningful look, hoping that Snape's Legilimency would be activated in time to understand what he meant.

This look means this:

"Severus, I may have failed again today, and the Death Eaters may have suffered serious losses. But you still have a chance. If you continue to lurk in Hogwarts, I will definitely come back!"

Snape was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

After Voldemort turned his head, Snape lowered his head with a mocking smile on his face.

Even Snape, who secretly had a huge feud with Voldemort because of what happened twelve years ago, couldn't help but show a somewhat pitiful look in his eyes at this moment——

Voldemort probably still doesn't know that Snape, whom he has high hopes for, is the biggest undercover...

Whether it was Riddle's exposure or Dracula's deliberate display of his incarnation this time, it was all to cover Snape's ability to lurk among the Death Eaters, thus ensuring that Hogwarts would have sufficient resources from Death Eater intelligence.

No matter what era, what occasion, or who, information is always important.

On the other side, in Voldemort's desperate eyes, a blood-red water prison enveloped his illusory body.

This is Dracula's bloody water prison magic.

Last semester, after Voldemort failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone, his soul was wrapped up in all directions by Dracula with this magic, and was eventually completely eroded by blood and water.

"Mr. Voldemort, it seems that I must let you see with your own eyes how your clone can restore your peak strength on your behalf." Dracula looked at Voldemort wrapped in blood and chuckled.

Dracula returned to Voldemort almost exactly what he had said to Snape, except for changing a few pronouns.

This murderous and heart-wrenching act made Voldemort furious. Even through the blood-colored water prison, his face could be seen turning purple with anger.

"This is just the beginning, Voldemort. Are you going to be unable to hold on any longer?" Dracula then repeated what Voldemort had said before, his tone full of ridicule.

Voldemort took a deep breath and finally calmed down.

"If you want to do it, do it quickly. You don't need to insult me ​​like this!" He said very forcefully, relying on the fact that he still possessed a large number of Horcruxes, and even if his soul was wiped out, there was still a way to resurrect him.

However, Dracula is also very aware of the fact that he possesses Horcruxes and does not accept his tricks at all.

"Don't rush to die yet, Mr. Voldemort." He pinched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Let me think about it... you said, what if I don't destroy you, but lock your soul in this place for a long time? Wouldn't it be the best choice to be in a water prison where you have no way to resurrect and no ability to go out and stir up trouble?"

Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened with a horrified expression.

"You are a devil, Dracula!" He stared at Dracula closely and said through gritted teeth.

"Strictly speaking, you can indeed call me devil." Dracula did not feel dissatisfied at all, but laughed softly, "Of course, if you look at what you have done, it is obvious that you are more like me than me. It’s a devil.”

Voldemort stood in the blood-colored water prison, fell silent, and stopped answering.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and nodded heavily as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Don't worry, Dracula. I won't do what you want." Voldemort's voice came from the bloody water prison.

Dracula looked over curiously and found that black flames suddenly ignited in Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

The next moment, Voldemort's whole body was ignited by black flames.

"I will come back again, Dracula..."

After saying these words, his illusory body burned completely and turned into powder floating in the blood-red water prison.

Seeing Voldemort burning himself in front of his eyes, Dracula blinked in a daze.

"Um...why did your main soul spontaneously combust?" He looked at Riddle beside him and asked innocently.

"Didn't you say you wanted to lock him up?" Riddle wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head and whispered, "He chose to spontaneously combust in order to have a chance to continue to be resurrected..."

"I was just joking..." Dracula shrugged, "It would be too troublesome to maintain a magic just to guard Voldemort! I'm too lazy to do that."

Riddle: "..."

"Okay, let's not mention this anymore. This time Voldemort should be able to stay calm for a long time." Dracula chuckled, "One more thing, the resurrection potion prepared by Voldemort is here. Don’t you want to go in and experience it?”

"I'm just a soul fragment, can I really use this resurrection potion?" Riddle still couldn't believe it.

"It's always good to give it a try." Dracula said, "In addition, Voldemort obviously divided his soul into many parts. When you absorb one of them, it is not necessarily more powerful than the main soul. How much smaller is the share?”

Riddle nodded slightly and walked slowly towards the huge cauldron in the center of the long table.

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