Chapter 401: Dark Lord's Fury

Lord Voldemort walked to the narrow entrance with dark walls on both sides and waved his wand.
The hard stones melted into dust instantly, and soon, the winding underground tunnel began to collapse madly, and the dust flew, and the entire Guling Pavilion shook up for it, and a wide stone staircase was quickly in front of their eyes. Forming, extending downward spirally
The goblin tried to restrain his shocked expression.
The awe of Lord Voldemort's power.
In the middle of the Yongdao, the anti-thief waterfall that continuously flows out from the stone cracks in the height does not know when it has dissipated, leaving only a faint vapor with heat.
"Lead the way." Voldemort's eyelids lifted and said coldly.
The goblin walked nervously. To be honest, he didn't know the way now, so he could just walk on with a scalp.
The stone steps are very smooth, and the goblin must always worry about the danger of slipping.
It doesn't matter if you slip, it's not good to anger this man
The goblin was still trembling, walking on thin ice, fearing that something would provoke the demon, one tall and two short figures quickly reached the end of the stone steps.
The gates of the vaults are arranged in line by number.
"Only fairies can be opened," he said.
It walked diligently and flexibly to Voldemort's body, stretched out his index finger, and moved towards the top of the lock, shrinking backwards.
Then the fat goblin was blown away by a strong wind and fought several times in a row.
Voldemort's scarlet eyes glanced inwards. .
It was a dragon of upright age.
Then Longan and the demon looked at each other, and felt a strong oppression from the wizard.
It held her breath in a chill.
A dragon can make such a human movement, indicating that it feels fear.
In a blink of an eye, he succumbed to his obscene men.
There is no need to use Liandingdong tablets.
Lord Voldemort walked in step by step, and the gorgeous lighting above his head suddenly lit up, and the light filled the room.
Various gold and silver ornaments, ancient swords, famous paintings of Muggle society, works of art, and expensive animal skins were placed in it.
Bottles, jars and pots are everywhere, filled with expensive scarce potions, and the colorful liquid sparkles in a glass bottle
After that fire, the goblins used a lot of magic to restore it.
Many artifacts have recovered well,
"It's still missing."
Voldemort looked around the vault and said in a low voice that the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.
The golden cup that carried part of his soul did not appear in his sight.
-The gold cup of Hufflepuff.
The goblin who led the way turned green with some green eyes, and then explained with some fear: "There was a fire in Gu Ling Pavilion."
"Maybe……"
It guessed that such an accident would be spared.
It may just have forgotten that there is a word called "Moving anger".
A cruel green light flashed over, and another goblin lay down and fell on the soft gold-red carpet laid in the vault. The blood was soaked. The dark red that had been low-key now turned into a bright blood red.
In fact, the life spell will not splash blood.
The only explanation was that Voldemort wanted to vent his anger. He stretched out his wand and waved it casually.
The piles of hill-like gold were thrown high, like a turbulent waterfall, as if the golden waves were pouring from top to bottom.
In the golden wave, some delicate weapons, accessories, helmets made of black iron, bronze lamps, and gold-plated masks can be seen vaguely.
Suddenly, the waves stopped.
Voldemort's pupils shrank sharply. Under the light of fire, his pale face suddenly showed a dull color. This rare face was chilling.
"Golden Cup is flying!"
A hoarse and panic voice echoed throughout the vault, and a cup-shaped object flew straight towards him.
Voldemort stretched out several long fingers like spider legs, and took the Hufflepuff gold cup that was so broken that he could barely recognize it.
The marvelous lines and patterns had already been corroded by the venom of the basilisk. The original gold handles on both sides of the gold cup were now black.
Voldemort extended his consciousness and searched in the golden cup.
Then he realized a fact that he never wanted to accept-a part of his soul disappeared completely.
Immediately, the mad roar began to echo in the room.
Furious currents and bursting sparks flashed everywhere in the room, visible light blue currents wandering, indicating the man's anger.
Valuable carpets and portraits cannot escape this disaster.
After the anger comes, after that brewing emotion is boundless fear.
Voldemort looked at the dark wall, thinking fast.
This is another Horcrux that he noticed was destroyed.
Why say another one?
Because this is the second Horcrux that he has discovered the problem.
This invasion of Guling Pavilion was not a whim, a large part of the reason was to check his gold cup.
Not long ago, he was absolutely lifeless. He arrogantly led a group of black wizards, werewolves, giants, and vampires from all over the world to destroy, destroy Muggle buildings, or attack some ordinary people, causing A terrorist attack, or an attack on a wizard-attended node set by the Ministry of Magic.
Whether it is south or north of England.
All left his trail.
And in the process, he inevitably came to the place where his grandfather and father once lived-
Little Hangerton, a somewhat remote Muggle village.
After he blew up a traffic bridge again, he found something familiar on the map.
Not knowing what kind of feelings he had, he tried to revisit the old land.
Although it is not a good memory, he is still somewhat proud of his bloodline from Slytherin.
Moreover, he also wanted to check the situation of his Horcrux.
When people want to do something, they can often use the blessing to describe it.
Voldemort went to the location of Gunter's old house. Time passed, there was no longer desolate and desolate, and even a small building was built there by Muggle. The traces of the old mansion were hard to find.
Here he has imposed a Muggle expulsion spell, and Muggle planning and reconstruction cannot be found here.
"Sensualizing..."
On a remote mountain road, he randomly picked a Muggle and used a predatory memory search on it.
"Fire?" In Muggle's memory, he read a violent fire.
And that was a few years ago.
"A fire that has been on fire for more than a week?" The corners of his mouth bent a sharp arc, his eyes narrowed into a line, which was a sign of extreme anger.
"Nostalgia" revisited the original place, but got the bad news-one of the Horcruxes was missing.
It may even have been eliminated.
Listen to the description, that is Lihuo.
Muggle's flames are not so terrible, and it's hard to hurt his Horcrux.
This has to be said to be an extremely irritable news, even with a little panic.
He didn't want to admit it, but indeed, Voldemort had a rare emotion of fear.
The emotions that only occasionally occurred when facing Dumbledore, or more terrified.
Dumbledore failed to destroy his immortal cause.
But now, inadvertently, it was found that someone was actually peeping at his Horcrux, and it had already been put into action and began to destroy, with great success.
And that was a few years ago. That is to say, a few years ago, someone began to pretend to destroy his Horcrux.
Out of prudence, he immediately thought of the gold cup he had given to Hufflepuff and the diary he had given to Lucius.
Slytherin's pendant box is set under his layer of protection ~EbookFREE.me~ Don't worry about it for now.
Weighed it a bit, and immediately placed Gu Ling Pavilion into the next target.
Open attack on Gu Ling Pavilion, as well as open war on the Ministry of Magic.
The bank is also a very important place for the entire wizarding world. As a starting point, it can't be better. Without Dumbledore, he has no worries.
Looking at the mountains of treasures, Voldemort's face did not show any greed, but fell into anxiety.
To his point, wealth is meaningless to him.
This action by Gu Ling Pavilion once again proved his conjecture.
Although he would rather guess wrong.
Involving his longevity, Voldemort's efficiency is beyond imagination.
In a blink of an eye, his figure began to fade away, gradually became transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.