war and peace

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, it was time to act.He aimed his wand at Kreacher above the cavern, moving his lips silently, and quickly said all the spells that could come in handy.Kreacher's crying stopped abruptly halfway, his body remained kneeling on the ground and leaning forward motionless, his skin color became the same as that of a stone carving.

"It's finally quiet." Voldemort fell lightly.Last time he was careless and didn't take any protective measures at all, but this time it was not so easy.He took off the real locket Horcrux from Kreacher's neck (it was a breeze), put it in his pocket, and then turned his head to look at the people struggling in the black lake. "Regulus, you have done a very good job." There was a smirk on his face. "The Dark Lord is worried that no one will help him retrieve the locket. Accept your reward and use your corpse to continue." Guard your own locket!" By the time of the last sentence, the irony in the tone was so full that it could overflow.

"...you are still alive, master..." Regulus hadn't completely sank, only his head was exposed on the lake, and what happened on the shore brought his sanity back for a while, and he widened his head in shock Eye.The man's body seemed to be translucent, but it was definitely Voldemort. "Master, please let Kreacher go, it's innocent...it can't disobey my order...Master, please..." When he said this, he was still struggling with the surrounding corpses, splashing a cloud of blood. Splashes.

"Master?" Voldemort gave a short laugh. "I can't afford to be called you." He held his wand in one hand and clutched the locket's cold gold chain in his pocket with the other. "I'm afraid that if there are more servants like you, the Dark Lord will die without a place to die."

"...No, no!" There was a pale hand strangling Regulus' neck, which made his pleading sound suddenly amplified. "...let it go... it... Kreacher..." His eyes turned white, but he still used the last bit of sobriety to find a way for the house elf to survive.Although the chances of this matter were slim, the probability was much higher than begging Voldemort to let him go.You must know that he was captured by Voldemort when he was doing this, even if he didn't die in the hands of the corpse, he would definitely die under the Avada Kedavra Curse.Since he had already done such a thing, he was determined to die, but he didn't want to drag his own elf with him...

The elf who was like a stone sculpture before suddenly shook.Voldemort glanced at it, and quickly added a few more charms.Really can not take it lightly!Of course he didn't bother to notice that the house-elf's tears were running down the wrinkled skin again.

The noise in the Black Lake became smaller and smaller.Voldemort watched the ripples on the lake, his cold eyes slowly shifting to the struggling man who was getting weaker and weaker.They are about to succeed, the lake has already flooded Regulus' chin, lips, and nose... He can watch the traitor die with his own eyes, in pain and misery, and his heart is filled with the pleasure of revenge...

Suddenly there was a loud commotion on the water.Like the last breath before dying, and like unwillingness to get an affirmative answer. "...No, don't go..." Regulus obviously fell into the effects of the potion again, and most likely died in that hallucination.

do not go?Voldemort was slightly intrigued.People who can ignore death, what will they be nostalgic for?There is nothing scarier than death, is there?

For Voldemort, he wanted to keep everything in his hands, so Legilimency was a skill so familiar that it became instinctive.Using his wand, he turned Regulus around in the black lake so that he could see his eyes clearly.Regulus had only graduated from Hogwarts for a few years, and he couldn't resist even in a normal state, let alone now.

The interior of a house that appears to be filled with dark magic.There were rows of house-elf heads on the wall, and two boys were arguing underneath.The taller one looked disgusted, and the shorter one had a temper.The memory was shattered, and Voldemort couldn't hear what they were arguing about, only a few words such as "blood" and "glory".Then a woman came into view and berated the older boy, who slammed the door angrily.But when she faced the young boy, she showed a completely different look of kindness on her face, and the boy just stared blankly at the closed door.

The scene changed.Voldemort recognized a group of people laughing loudly under a tree by the lake at Hogwarts.He easily recognized James Potter with disheveled hair, and Peter, who had always looked wretched. The one sitting on one side holding a book must be a werewolf, and the last one was dangling his feet on a tree branch, his face Very handsome.He seemed to be talking to his friend, and suddenly he turned his head as if he noticed his sight.The man standing there was wearing a Hogwarts uniform, which looked a bit like him, but with a silver-green tie.The eyes of the two collided in the air, and then the boy in the gold-red tie hooked the corners of his mouth seemingly indifferently, and took the lead to look away, laughing loudly with several others.But Regulus lowered his head and walked away quickly.The moment he turned his head, Voldemort was sure he saw the envy and disappointment on his face.

Then there is a more familiar situation.Voldemort saw his blurred face imprinting his wand on the kneeling man's arm, and the imprint gave Regulus a higher status in the Black household.However, when he entered his room, he always looked at the nearby dusty door.It can be seen from the nameplate on the door that Sirius Black has not been home for a long time.Finally one day, Regulus sneaked in secretly.There are golden and red decorations everywhere, and there are a few photos of the event pasted on the head of the bed, most of which are four people.He stared at the bright smile on the face of the person in the photo, reached out to take one, but it was useless, finally bent down, and put his lips on it...

Voldemort withdrew his scouting thoughts, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.So it was him, so it was.These memories reminded him that Sirius was Harry Potter's godfather, and the traitor in front of him was Sirius' younger brother.He can make the game more interesting...Then this person probably doesn't have to die so quickly, maybe there is some use value...He waved his wand, and a ball of white light burst out from the tip of the wand, surrounding the person who was close to dying.The surrounding corpses seemed to feel fear, and retreated one after another.

Regulus survived by luck.But as a price, the wound on his body that was strangled by the corpse could not heal at all; the poison of the corpse would make his body cold all year round.Those two things were enough to keep him from getting up in bed or in a wheelchair, and Kreacher had to bow to Voldemort and thank him for saving his young master.That's right, Voldemort found the right way to make them obedient - as long as Kreacher was honest, he guaranteed that Regulus would not die; and for Regulus who obviously didn't want to live, he threatened him that if he died Just let the house-elf be buried with him; and finally, two omnidirectional watch spells are a must.

Voldemort thought he had never used such a funny reason.In his opinion, this was completely unreasonable, at least it was not a threat to himself at all-what did other people's life and death have to do with him?But the funny thing is, this really works on the other party, Kreacher finally helped the pale-faced Regulus to leave the cave.

This is probably a windfall, an untimely bomb planted in Black's house.Voldemort was very satisfied with this, and he wanted to know Sirius Black's or Harry Potter's expression after knowing this.But other than that, there isn't much good news.The recovery of the body became slower and slower. It was not until the summer of the second year that Voldemort walked out of the cliff cave for the first time.He's been in there long enough, a better environment can make him recover faster.

He told no one about it.He hasn't finished what he has to do, and it's not suitable to go around with a lot of fanfare to announce that he is resurrected.Since he decided to recover the Horcrux, he only held a locket in his hand.Let Bellatrix take out the gold cup at that time, the diary is with Lucius (this must be taken away sooner), the ring is under the ruins of Little Hangleton Gaunt House, and Nagini can be summoned at any time , the crown is in the Hogwarts Room of Requirement (seems a little troublesome), and the last one is of course Harry Potter.

Voldemort floated across the sea like a puff of smoke.Then go to Malfoy Manor first, he really doesn't think this person is reliable.And just when he made up his mind, a faint voice suddenly came out of his mind.Voldemort froze for a moment, and then reacted—as his body materialized, the sleeping soul fragment also woke up.

I must kill him.

Dumbledore said that for the happiness of most people's families, this is a goal worth fighting for.

I don't care if I die again.

As long as I can save everyone from the tragedy, if only I can stop letting the tragedy of my parents happen again before my eyes and I can't do anything.

Voldemort froze in midair.This savior... came back with him?