A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 510 Voldemort's Worries
A flickering fire in the fireplace warmed the dilapidated, cold, drafty walls at night.

But all the warmth vanishes the moment the eyes meet the speaker.

Voldemort was sitting right in front of the fireplace, with burning firewood behind him. This position was closest to the flames, but cast shadows much deeper than other positions. Apart from his silhouette, the most conspicuous thing for the Death Eaters was his silhouette. Those red eyes and pale skin.

"Severus?" He looked towards the seat to his right.

"The Longbottoms have confirmed their return to the Order of the Phoenix. The two of them seem to have been given a separate mission, but no specific information has been found. It is not ruled out that Dumbledore's stalking is the target, and the target is someone here."

There was a slight commotion among the people on the long table. Some adjusted their sitting postures uneasily, while others were excited.

"Master, let me go—let me find them, and I'll catch them." A dark-skinned woman said excitedly.Judging from her outline, she must have been beautiful when she was young, but years of imprisonment have permanently changed her appearance and temperament, for the worse, of course.

Her cheeks were thin, her eyes bulged, and her black curly hair clung wildly to her head.

"Bellatrix, I don't doubt that, you've done it before." Voldemort looked at her with red eyes, "but you have more important things to do." He stopped looking at her and turned to And to Snape, "Any more?"

"The Ministry of Magic and Future World have reached an agreement on the Thieves Falls, which, I must admit, will have a considerable impact on our cause."

The commotion was more pronounced this time, and the Death Eaters exchanged anxious glances.

"It's that person's company..."

"We can't allow this to happen!" A Death Eater yelled, hammering on the table, "We should immediately organize a manpower attack—" Many people followed suit, and the room was chaotic.

"Would you like to lead the charge, Selwyn?" Voldemort asked softly, his voice easily drowning out the din of the room.

The Death Eaters immediately fell silent, and their eyes became evasive.Finally, they all set their eyes on the wizard who spoke at the beginning.Selwyn murmured, "Lord, master, if it is your will, I, I will—"

Voldemort smiled.

"Without your devotion," said Voldemort lazily, "I can almost bet that the Ministry and Felix Hemp will be on their guard... We must adapt to the new rules of war, Felix Hemp Made quite a few gadgets, some of them unexpectedly useful... Ouroboros ring, what's that called it? Ouroboros, huh?" His scarlet snake eyes fixed on Snape.

"That's right," Snape whispered, "he used it as his mark in the early years, and I think many people here know that," the Death Eaters either frowned or shook their heads. "Later, this symbol disappeared with his graduation, and did not reappear until he returned to teach at Hogwarts and founded his own professor's club."

Voldemort made an unintelligible sound.

"Professor's Club, Ouroboros... Severus, hearing the name, I thought this was a return gift you carefully prepared for me."

Snape lowered his head, "Master, I have to admit, he is the most ambitious and organized character I have ever taught."

"You're right, I can imagine what he looked like when he was in school..." Voldemort said in a low voice, "I couldn't understand why Felix Hemp came so timely, and I wondered if it was one of you." Someone betrayed me, but this newspaper gave me the answer." A newspaper fluttered from his hand and moved slowly on the long table.

The Death Eaters raised their heads from their respective positions and leaned forward to see clearly, but Voldemort obviously didn't have the patience for them to read them one by one, "It is clearly stated above that the three Potters were recruited through the Ring of Ouroboros. Help."

"Apart from that? Many of you must have heard of, or even used, the products of the 'Future World' company. I am very interested in the sound transmission mirror. It is said that the distance it can communicate is limited, but it is foreseeable that war The landscape has changed. With our unique signature, we were ahead of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic more than a decade ago, and now we are back on the same starting line."

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Cracking the magic above, it would be even better if it could be countered." Voldemort said slowly. "Let's go back to the Thieves' Waterfall. This kind of thing will interfere with the speed of our team expansion, although we can directly knock on the target's house." door, drag them out of their warm and comfortable beds, and threaten them with family members to do things for us—"

Everyone laughed loudly.

"That's what I'm good at, Master!" cried a Death Eater in devotion.

"Thanks—Rodolphus, you'll have that chance," said Voldemort dryly, "but like I said, it's going to get in our way, and who can come up with a way to deal with it?"

"Master, even with the Anti-Thief Waterfall, we can still obtain all kinds of information through our familiar network."

Voldemort grinned with interest.

"I am impressed with you, Selwyn, do you have a good candidate?"

"There is one, her name is Umbridge, she has been fawning on me in the past, and she has boasted that she is a relative of the Selwyn family, but everyone knows that she has a father who is a cleaner. A few casual words for the sake of her... I am sure that she will help me deliver the news." Selwyn said respectfully.

"I know one too. My nephew works in the Ministry of Magic and is the youngest director. He has a good relationship with many Aurors." Another Death Eater said.

"Very well, Avery, since the loss of Yaxley, we have had nothing to do with the Aurors," said Voldemort with satisfaction, "but even when he is dead, he is still contributing to our cause, We're having a meeting at his house right now."

Soon the Death Eaters were chattering away, and they could name a few acquaintances who worked at the Ministry of Magic.Add up almost 70 people.Needless to say, these people were the targets of the Death Eaters' next actions.

"Lucius."

"Yes, master—" Lucius Malfoy raised his head, carefully met Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and then quickly lowered his head.

"Any news from McNeill and Rookwood?"

"I haven't found out yet." He replied in a low voice.

"Not yet," repeated Voldemort in a flat voice, and Lucius couldn't help but shudder. "Does this mean that you have lost power with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Master, please give me some time! I'm trying to get in touch with the new minister, but that woman won't let me in - she, she's always accompanied by Sirius Black, that must be someone sent by the Order of the Phoenix !"

"Sirius Black," said Voldemort, looking at Bellatrix, "if I remember correctly, he seems to be your cousin?"

"Yes, yes, master," she said excitedly, and she couldn't help but lean forward, trying to get closer to Voldemort, "No, he is not my cousin, he is a disgrace to the Black family, scum, I wish I could touch him Kill him."

"Then you have a lot of people to deal with." Voldemort said with a sneer.

Bellatrix seemed confused, "How—"

"Your niece has recently joined the Order of the Phoenix, and she is also very close to werewolves. She really deserves to be called a family, she is even more advanced than your sister... When will I hear the news of their wedding, do you plan to send The last gift?"

Bellatrix gave Snape a hard look. He had provided all the information about the Order of the Phoenix.

Snape's thin lips forced a sarcastic smile.

"Master, she is not my niece. Since my sister married that mudblood, they have nothing to do with the Black family." Bellatrix immediately distanced herself, but her words did not satisfy Voldemort. .

She clearly felt this, with a frightened expression on her face, and at the same time she leaned forward even more, as if to express her loyalty. "Master, I will not sit back and watch this kind of thing happen—even though they are willing to fall, I will never allow the blood of the Black family to be further tarnished, I assure you! Right, Lucius, you don't want to either People with the same blood as Narcissa have something to do with werewolves, right?"

"That's right," Lucius said dryly.

"Then let's do it right away and kill them before the next meeting." Bellatrix said excitedly.

"I've made an appointment with Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic Thicknesse. If there is a time conflict...you have to make a choice." Lucius muttered, "Master, I have two things to report to you."

Voldemort's eyes fell on him again.

Lucius bite the bullet and said, "First thing, I met Haip at Ollivander's wand shop, he was very unfriendly to me, and reminded Ollivander to beware of me and us in front of my face. "

"He did have a reason to do so." Voldemort said calmly, but his face was slightly contorted, like a pale snake against the firelight, and the few people around him dared not look at him at all.

"Bad news, Lucius. I hope your second news will cheer everyone up," said Voldemort softly.

"Of, of course," Lucius said out of breath, "I found out the exact location of Bod. He was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness. He is currently unconscious, and the Ministry of Magic has not had time to find the abnormal .But he'll get better, if he's allowed to reveal to the Ministry that we're chasing prophecies—"

"Then he can't talk," said Voldemort. "Who wants to solve this trouble for me? Antonin, what do you say?"

"It is my honor, the great Dark Lord," said Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater with a long twisted face, with a grin.

……

When the meeting was over, Voldemort left Severus Snape alone.

He stared at the black night sky, more regretful than ever.Maybe I wait patiently for a few more months, or even a few years, and then I will get the most perfect resurrection—rebirth with the blood of Harry Potter, the blood of the person who made him lose his magic power, body and power... In this way, Potter The protection left by his mother will also exist in his own blood...

Regret and frustration tormented Voldemort's heart.He had the heart to die on his own initiative and resurrected again, so that he could not only get rid of a strong enemy, but also make himself stronger.At least not as passive as it is now.

But he really couldn't wait.

On Christmas Eve, Felix Hemp and Dumbledore's silent raid on Crouch's old house left him with a huge psychological shadow. If he hadn't informed Barty Jr. as quickly as possible, the ten The closest chance of a resurrection in years may be ruined.Especially when he learned that Barty Jr. was almost caught according to the scheduled plan to "clean up Mad-Eye Moody", he panicked even more.

From then on, he never dared to let little Barty out of his sight.

The months when he hesitated and made repeated choices were also the period of time he was most afraid of. He was afraid that Felix and Dumbledore would suddenly appear in the next second and take away his only loyal servant. I don't know how many years later the opportunity will come.

One thing he hadn't considered before was that his resurrection materials—the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies—the latter two were actually time-limited.

Maybe in another 100 years, he may boil Dumbledore to death, but the Death Eaters who are loyal to him, enemies who hate and fear him will also die with time, and his name will be no more than Dumbledore's corpse How can he be resurrected after being preserved for a longer period of time?

Even though Voldemort thought he had defeated death, he was still forced by time to hold his head up.

What's more, at that time, Felix Hemp had already shown his sharpness, and quite a few people thought he would be the next Dumbledore-like figure.

When Voldemort was free, he also read some gossip magazines to pass the time. Two groups of people quarreled on it. One side said that Felix Hemp had surpassed Dumbledore because he solved the problem of the Quidditch World Cup by himself. The riots that occurred, that was defeating hundreds of wizards head-on-Although Voldemort scoffed at this, this argument still has a market; The greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, is still a long way off. After all, Felix Heap faced drunken wizarding tourists at the World Cup, who were no different from unarmed Muggles.

The only thing they agreed on was that Felix Hemp was currently the most promising person to replace Dumbledore in the future, because everyone was surprised to find that he was far from 30 years old.

Under 30 years old!
This is also what Voldemort is most wary of. Even if he really survives a hundred years and kills Dumbledore, the stumbling block in front of him may become Haip again.

So after repeated weighing, he chose to give up Harry Potter's blood and carry out the resurrection in secret.

But since his resurrection, none of his plans have gone well, except for the absurd Dark Lord nemesis Harry Potter and his brave and wise companions (the Ministry of Magic's latest slogan), and an extra professor of ancient runes.While he tried his best to deny his fate of failure in his heart, he couldn't help being dubious.

Especially since he actually heard a prophecy about his fate, no, half of it.He turned his head and looked at Snape, his red eyes were so thick that they were dripping with blood, his expression was both inscrutable and impatient.

"That prophecy, repeat the prophecy you heard."

"Do you not change a word?"

"Not a single word."

Snape muttered, it didn't sound like his own voice, as if he had returned to the dilapidated tavern in 1980, his lips trembled uncontrollably.He said in a hoarse voice, "The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born to the family that resisted him three times... Born at the end of July..."

The dimly lit room regained its silence.After an unknown amount of time, Snape said dryly, "Master, that's all I heard, and then I was spotted by the waiter at the Pig's Head Bar and kicked out."

Voldemort didn't answer, and seemed lost in thought.

What does a complete prophecy look like?Is there... is there any mention of Felix Hemp?Or... his own ending?

"Master—?" Snape raised his voice, his tone still unemotional.

"You can leave now and continue to collect information for me." Voldemort paused slightly, and said, "If there is a chance, get the whereabouts of Amelia Bones, she has already posed a threat."

"But master, I have no informant at the Ministry—"

"Using that Sirius Black, haven't they been getting close lately?"

Snape bowed his head, his black eyes flickering. "I do - Master," he said finally.

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