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The silver-haired boy's counterattack made Dumbledore, an old man in his forties, unable to control his face and blushed.

The door closed and Grindelwald walked up behind Dumbledore and put his arm around his shoulders.

"Al, Wenxiu is right. There are still a lot of gold galleons and valuables in the Grindelwald family's vault."

Glancing at Grindelwald who was in a good mood, Dumbledore smoothed his lips covered by his beard and distanced himself from him with a faint expression.

There have been fewer attacks during this period, and the atmosphere in the entire wizarding world has become much more lively.

The sun finally shone through the gloomy sky, and the shops in Diagon Alley that had been closed for several months finally put up signs saying they were open for business.

For a while, although the number of people visiting Diagon Alley was not as many as before the attack, it still allowed the businesses that had not been open for a long time to make a lot of money.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Compared to the wizarding world which had regained some of its liveliness, Malfoy Manor was filled with gloom and desolation.

The Death Eaters' attacks in Britain were repeatedly thwarted, and their expansion abroad was also not satisfactory.

Witches, no, they should be called saints.

The Saints who disappeared after Grindelwald's defeat have recently sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

They are scattered throughout the European wizarding world, and in secret, like an impenetrable net, they firmly control the movements of Death Eaters abroad.

Among them, many saints or their descendants now hold high positions in the Ministry of Magic, and some are even high-ranking officials of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Every time the Death Eaters made any move, the Saints would step in to stop them.

But when his power retreated back to Britain, those saints would no longer attack him, and even turned a blind eye to the attacks he carried out in Britain.

The actions of these saints seemed to want to confine him and his forces to Britain, which made Tom Riddle feel extremely uneasy.

He seeks power and eternity.

This feeling of being controlled made him alert and irritable, and he urgently wanted to create more life-saving trump cards.

The plan of power expansion was forced to slow down, and Tom Riddle focused more on finding the Hufflepuff gold cup and Slytherin locket.

In the meeting hall of Malfoy Manor, the Death Eaters knelt down.

Ever since Lord's lover started school, Lord's temper has become more violent than ever.

If they disagree with each other, he would torture and kill several Muggles who were caught and locked in the dungeon.

It's like the withdrawal reaction after an addiction.

In fact, it is no different from the withdrawal reaction.

When Wenxiu Lord stayed with Tom Riddle, he would feel an inexplicable comfort from the depths of his soul.

It was rare that I got a few days of good sleep during this period before school started.

Tom Riddle naturally couldn't stand this sudden return to the past.

Tom Riddle once endured the pain of splitting Horcruxes, which increased with the number of Horcruxes he created.

And now he felt the pain deep in his soul, just like when ten is suppressed to one, the suppressing object disappears.

Once it hit bottom and rebounded, it not only rebounded to ten, but even had a trend of climbing to eleven or twelve.

In addition, his external expansion was hindered, and there was no news about the whereabouts of the golden cup and the locket. It would be strange if Tom Riddle did not become more brutal and murderous.

Now he had to stay in Wenxiu Lord's dormitory every day to feel a moment of relaxation.

Wenxiu Lord, who sprays soul stabilizing potion on his body every day, said: Am I that useful? No, haha.

"Bella, my loyal subordinate, tell me, why after so long, I haven't received any news about the Rosier family's surrender?"

Tom Riddle stood in front of Bella, his eyes cold and murderous, looking down at the top of Bella's head.

The Death Eaters around were trembling with fear at the murderous aura, and Bellatrix was no exception.

But she was not out of fear, but out of excitement.

The Lord she was infatuated with was standing less than half a meter away from her.

It had been months since she had been so close to Tom Riddle.

Staring at the ground, Bellatrix's eyes were filled with mad obsession.

"Please forgive my stupidity, my Lord. Some members of the Rosier family have already pledged their allegiance to you, but the remaining ones were once saints."

She grinned and crawled forward two steps, trying to grab the corner of Tom Riddle's robe and give him her most loyal kiss.

Watching the woman about to touch him, Tom Riddle had an idea.

The thought of Wenxiu Lord suddenly popped up in my mind at an inappropriate time.

If he were around, he would definitely pout in dissatisfaction, grab her arm in disgust, and take her away from Bella.

The kick caused the hem of his robe to hit the back of Bellatrix's hand.

Tom Riddle turned and distanced himself from her. The anger in his eyes, which had faded when he thought of the silver-haired boy, intensified as he heard her explanation.

"Saints, another saint. Grindelwald has been imprisoned in Nurmengard. Who is behind the orders of those saints?"

The magic power in the body rushed out of the body with anger.

All the lights and candles in the conference hall were extinguished, and the fragile picture frames and glassware were shattered by the impact of this magical power.

The surroundings fell into darkness, and the sound of a man's robe fluttering in the silent air echoed.

The Death Eaters remained where they were and held their breath as the wall lamps soon lit up one by one.

Tom Riddle sat at the head seat, his eyes sweeping over the rubbish present.

After a long time, a low sound, like a poisonous snake baring its fangs in the ear, rang out in the room.

"Antonin Dolohov, go find out who is behind this and instigated the Saints to hinder us. If you find this person, kill him immediately."

"Yes, My Lord."

Antonin Dolokhov, who was called, responded respectfully and left the meeting room impatiently.

"Rodolphus Lestrange, go help Bella and win over the remaining members of the Rosier family who are unwilling to serve. If they are still unwilling, bring them to me."

The man paused, his expression beneath the mask showing a cruel smile.

"I will let them know the consequences of not wanting to submit to me."

Cruel and ruthless orders came out of Tom Riddle's mouth.

The Death Eaters whose names were mentioned received the order and left, and danger lurked in the shadows.

After everyone left, Tom Riddle stood up from his seat and spoke to the platinum-colored young man standing beside him on standby.

"No news on the Hufflepuff Cup and Slytherin Locket yet?"

Lucius acted panicked, "Lord, I haven't found any information about these two treasures in the UK. I'm afraid they have already been lost in other countries. It will take some time to investigate their whereabouts."

Tom Riddle stared at the useless and dazzling platinum head, his heart churning with violence.

But when he thought that he was friends with Wenxiu Lord, he suppressed the murderous intent.

"I'll let you go this time. Deliver the letter from Wen Xiu to the study."

"Yes."

Early the next morning.

After receiving the letter from Tom Riddle, Wenxiu Lord sat on the sofa by the fireplace, opened the envelope in his hand and unfolded the letter paper.

My eyes swept across the lines of sharp and elegant writing, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Severus made an appointment with Lily to go to the library to read today. Before leaving, he saw Wenxiu Lord's smiling face, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

He couldn't help but feel curious, so he asked directly, "What news did you see that made you so happy?"

After reading the contents of the letter, Wenxiu Lord threw the letter and envelope into the fireplace, looked up at Severus and shook his head.

"Nothing, just saw a joke. Are you going to the library so early?"

"Well, are you going?"

"No, I have work to do today. If you see Remus, tell him to come over. I need to talk to him about some work. It's not urgent. If you don't see him, forget it."

"it is good."

As the door collided with the door frame, the dormitory returned to peace again.

Wenxiu Lord was concentrating on dealing with the work piled up in front of him. A few hours later, he heard the sound of the door being gently opened.