war and peace

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Could the boy really not be getting better at his Occlumency?

The ten years between Voldemort's disappearance and his reappearance after failing to kill Harry again.Main V perspective, darker.

A dark shadow moved swiftly through the night.Without moonlight, the sparse starlight is not strong enough to penetrate it.Its color is very pale, and even its shadow is darker than it.It looked like fog, and like a drop of ink that had been sufficiently diffused in the water.But whether it is fog or ink, they will dissipate completely, and it is impossible to maintain a shape that seems to have no specific shape but can change freely for a long time, let alone go to a cave by the sea accurately.

Voldemort swept through the rough channel like a gust of wind—no, he was that gust of wind now, a wind without form.He didn't understand this, and the anger in his heart almost burst out of his head - sorry, no head.Thinking of this, his anger grew even higher——

Why!Could he never break that damned prophecy?

The black mist slid across the surface of the sea, and the waves seemed to encounter invisible resistance, falling down in mid-air.Its shape became slender, and it slid in through a cliff slit that was absolutely invisible if you didn't pay attention. It traveled through the mountain and quickly reached its destination.

It seemed like a large area.A stone basin glowed with green light, which looked very scary in the dark.And this is the only light source, illuminating the small island in the lake where it is located, and the surrounding black lake. It seems that there are some very white things floating around in it.

The black mist fell directly near the stone basin, enveloping it faintly.The stone basin is off-white, and what glows green is the liquid it contains, and something can be faintly seen underneath.The black mist bent down - if it could really make such a difficult movement - it touched the surface of the liquid that had begun to faintly beat.

Of course, the contents didn't jump out, and the black mist couldn't pass through the liquid.He has no physical body, and it is impossible to summon the locket from the trap he set.Voldemort was extremely annoyed even though this had been expected - who had taken his locket Horcrux since his defenses were so sound?

The surrounding calm lake suddenly began to move.Near the small island, there was the sound of countless things coming out of the water, and the sound of water droplets falling on the ground echoed in the silent air, as if many monsters were crawling out.The black mist dispersed from the side of the stone basin, as if a person stood up straight.

The bright green light shone unimpeded on those monsters climbing up, and finally they could see their faces—the skin was pale and swollen, or they were missing arms or legs, and their eyes were only the whites of their eyes. It bulges out horribly.And those broken hands and legs didn't disappear, they followed the broken body, jumping automatically, and the dull sound they made was enough to prove that they were still very powerful.As they moved, a rotten stench began to waft in the air.But they can't feel it themselves, and neither can the black mist.

If it were an individual person, I am afraid that he would have been scared out of his wits.The small island is not big, and this circle of corpses has almost left only the space of the central stone basin, but the black mist just stays in place.It didn't speak—it couldn't speak, and the other party couldn't hear it—its posture was more like a king, cold and arrogant, blending with the surrounding darkness.

The ghosts stopped suddenly.They seemed to have sensed some fearsome aura, and they all started to retreat.That scene looked a little funny, just like when they came out of the water, they fell back into the lake wave after wave.They were still hovering around the island, but they lowered their heads one after another.That stance was no doubt a submission to the master who had made them from corpses to infernals and brought them here to defend something.

The black mist paused for a moment, and there was no movement.Voldemort could hold down Inferi, no doubt about it, but he had never liked touching those things himself.If he hadn't had a body and couldn't hold a wand, those ghost corpses just now would definitely not be left in ashes.For example, now, he really wants to get rid of the lake water splashed on the island, but in fact, he can't even frown at them——

That damned Potter!

Voldemort had a hard time suppressing his pacing habit.Even if it was just smoke, his temper didn't change in the slightest.It was a foregone conclusion...he was back, right before it started...something must have gone wrong...Potter?Or Hogwarts?Anyway, between him and the boy who survived, Merlin always seemed to prefer the boy.So this time, he still had the upper hand?

Yeah, that's right, downwind.Voldemort thought through gritted teeth.Same thing over again!He can basically be counted as using his own death to make a Horcrux for the savior, ha!What he wants to do is clearly the opposite of this situation!He could feel that there was something in his mind that didn't belong to him, it didn't move, it seemed to be sleeping.

Oh, of course, not even one-seventh—no, one-eighth—of his soul, with that weak soul!Voldemort thought contemptuously.The thought made him a little more comfortable, and he began to plan other things.

But he still doesn't know that this situation is only temporary.

The black shadow moved and occupied the space above the stone plate again.The surface of the bright green liquid fluctuated again, and the shape of the splashed liquid was like a euphoria potion, like small fish jumping one after another.

Since the Horcruxes proved to be useless, he gave them up and found another way; in the final battle, he saw everyone's performance, the Order of the Phoenix deserved death, but the Death Eaters who dared to betray him deserved death even more; as for eternal life, he There must be a better way, no?

Of course, the first premise is that he still has to obtain a new body.He doesn't need looks, he just needs a tool that can realistically hold his wand.

Relying on Pettigrew again is clearly out of the question... Humph, that coward!Unsteady will, always has been.Voldemort had given him the silver hand, not out of kindness, of course, but out of suspicion.Peter will never stand on the absolute position of the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters, he will always choose the side that is beneficial to him.This kind of human selfishness is very common, and Voldemort firmly believes that kindness to the enemy is tantamount to cruelty to oneself.

As it turned out, he was unfortunately right.Peter let the Potter boys go, at the cost of his own life.But for the fact that he betrayed the Potters, he probably deserved it.

deserved...

If it weren't for the situation, Voldemort really wanted to show a sneer.It was probably a side effect of splitting the soul, or subconscious denial of his own experience. Anyway, he never considered whether what he did before was right or wrong.In his opinion, the only convincing thing is what he can do now and what he can do in the future.For this very purposeful reason, he easily accepts people into his subordinates, but he will never allow people to really grasp his thoughts and actions.With blood on his hands, he didn't want to turn back.

Perhaps a man has to pay for what he has done, more or less.For example, now, he paid a physical price for choosing to kill Harry Potter again.Intangible body, weak magic power, life that must be attached to a living body, there is simply no nightmare that he does not want to recall more than this.Of course, he took protective measures this time, and it couldn't be easier to ask the Lestranges to help him prepare things-in the end, they are the only ones who are truly loyal, aren't they?Oh, and Barty Crouch Jr....they will be rewarded for their loyalty...

Whether it was the prophecy that made the savior, or because he would rather kill by mistake than let go caused this situation, it is meaningless to pursue further.Facts brutally proved that he failed again.There is only one thing to do, how not to repeat the same mistakes.Voldemort was very unhappy about using such words to describe his past, but he really had to admit now that there must be something that he had missed again and again, otherwise things would never be the way they are now.

a day later.

Three figures in hooded robes appeared above the cliff.If you can read their expressions, you will find that they are full of doubts.I saw them split up and check out their new arrivals before reuniting.

"It seems to be here, that's right." A husky voice said.The speaker was clearly a man, of short stature.

"It looks fine." Another man's voice sounded.

"No one else, and not being followed." The third voice was a high-pitched female voice, sounding very excited. "Although I don't know what the Dark Lord wants these things for, it still shows the Dark Lord's trust without any deviation!"

"That's right." The first male voice agreed.Then he said hesitantly: "I heard that the Potter boy is not dead yet?" They knew that Voldemort had come out himself to kill that danger with his own hands.They didn't know the prophecy, only that the Potters had to die.

"The Dark Lord said, leave that to him." The second voice also sounded a little shaken, but still said so. "Then that's not something we should care about."

The other two were silent for a moment.

"Well, we're not here today to discuss that disappointing kid." The female voice sounded again, the excitement still not dissipating. "Find a place to put things down."

"That's right." The other two men agreed in unison.

It was an astonishing sight, if any Muggles saw it.The three people floated down from the top of the cliff until they were almost at the surface of the sea, and then they landed and got into a big crack.About half an hour later, they came out again, one of them was still clutching his arm.

"How are you, Bella?" The first male voice sounded worried now.

"Of course it's okay. For the Dark Lord, anything can be given." Bellatrix gasped, but still looked very excited.

"I didn't see the Dark Lord...is it really all right?" Labestan asked worriedly.They traveled thousands of miles to the place instructed by the Dark Lord to deliver things, but they didn't even see the Dark Lord's side.

The first man, Rodolphus, hesitates now. "Shall we stay outside for a while?" he finally suggested. "Guaranteed nothing will go wrong."

"Of course it's good!" Bellatrix immediately agreed before Labestan could speak.Seemingly seeing the man glancing at her, she added nonchalantly, "A small wound on my arm won't stop me from serving the Dark Lord."

At the same time, deep in the cave.The black shadow has been crawling behind the stone basin, using its still keen sense of hearing to judge the situation.Three people came, and it was Bella who opened the stone door with blood.Sure enough, they obeyed the order and did not go any further.When the stone gate was closed, it crawled for a while again, making sure that no one would turn back, and then it floated up and crossed the lake.

His father's bones, his servant's flesh, his enemy's blood...he didn't need any of these.That was just a last resort.Since he was able to prepare well this time, he would definitely choose the faster and easier method.

In any case, he's going to make a comeback, that's an absolute certainty.