Vol 2 Chapter 1044: ?Uh cough

The depths of the Albanian forest, which covered the sky, had just been baptized by heavy rain. In the sweltering weather, it was almost suffocated like a steamer. Affected by the weather and his own emotions, Voldemort’s nose moved violently. Before passing the watermelon field, he glanced at the body of the ponytail Death Eater who was starting to smell, his expression was cold.
　　 When he walked further, he heard the sound of hissing and crawling, and stopped.
　　 "Nagini."
The mysterious man whispered, hissing louder and louder, Nagini squirmed quickly through the grass, climbed to Voldemort's side, leaned forward and climbed higher and higher, seemingly endless, and then put his body on Voldemort's shoulder On, its eyes didn't blink, and its pupils looked at the injuries on Voldemort's bald head with vertical concern.
　　 Voldemort caressed the giant snake carelessly with his slender fingers, looking in the direction of Nagini, where Bellatrix came out from behind a tree with his stomach on his stomach.
　　 "Master!" Bella's voice tightened with excitement. Behind her, Nacissa saluted Voldemort with a pale face, but her eyes avoided Voldemort and the snake.
To their right, Lucius and several Death Eaters walked out of the forest after seeing Voldemort appearing. These Death Eaters appeared in the forest one by one in black robes, and they were silent. They gathered around Voldemort abruptly and saluted Voldemort, but did not dare to look up at him at all.
Voldemort's head was slightly tilted to one side, and his eyes first swept over Bella and her towering, intact belly. Bellatrix's face was flushed, and his eyes were full of tears of joy, "Master... "She looked at the trauma on the mysterious person's head, and suddenly felt cold all over, and couldn't help but rushed to hug him, and the mysterious person rarely scolded such rude behavior.
　　 "Very well, you are still here..." Voldemort looked at Lucius and the others, "Many people have been claiming allegiance to me, but only the most loyal stay here."
Many people lowered their heads stiffly but breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if Bellatrix hadn’t strongly opposed their departure when they discovered that their owner had disappeared briefly after they returned, they would probably have been with many black people who had just joined. Like the wizard, after knowing that the master was defeated in the duel and the base camp was kicked, he fled for his life instead of hiding in the surrounding forest.
Voldemort’s snake face twisted. He stood straight and scanned the dark underground entrance. When he retracted his gaze, he seemed to notice that Parkinson was also there: "Parkinson, besides it's useless, you are a little loyal... there are only a few left. Now? What happened here?"
"Master... that Harris... while we were away, he basically killed all the people we stayed behind and emptied most of our belongings... even our food supplies were not left..." Lu Xiu Si took the initiative to answer the owner’s question,
There are only a few black magic items left. According to my judgment, these items are illegally traded goods, and they can’t be sold normally on the market before they escaped...

"But master!" Bella Klix said with a hoarse and harsh voice with her chest violently up and down, "he finally found the master's room, but maybe the master had already started the action and he knew it, so he was anxious. I rushed over...I only had time to steal some books from the master’s room in a hurry..."
　　 Voldemort raised his hideous face and shouted, "Where is Vicner's hand?"
"Cici, get it out!" Bellatrix shouted to her sister. Narcissa quickly took out a glass cover from her non-marking retractable curse handbag, and Bella took both hands. To Voldemort, "Master, some traitors wanted to steal your things before they left. Narcissa and I had to put everything away to protect them..."
　　 Nagini made some hiss in Voldemort's ear.
"Since Bella let you go... I won't hold you accountable for your ineffective protection..." Voldemort squinted at the trembling Narcissa and nodded for a long time, then lifted the lid of the box with his left hand and focused his eyes on the inside. The hand of the withered man who was supported by the cushion and covered by a glass cover engraved with intricate magic patterns, "Very well... write down the names of those traitors..."
In a blink of an eye, Bella noticed the mysterious man's movements and stared at his right hand. She found that the cuffs of the robe were empty and the situation was different. She screamed, "Master, your hand!" He staggered and squatted down, almost kneeling at his feet trying to touch the broken arm.
Bellatrix has been hiding in the forests of Albania, and none of the Death Eaters who returned can fully understand the specific circumstances of their master's duel with Alan Harris, so Bella has never believed other people’s rhetoric. She didn't think her master would fail, but now... her eyes slid across the gap in Voldemort's broken palm, her eyes full of worries about the person in front of her who was much more important than herself.
　　 "You are pitying me, Bella." Voldemort put his gaze on Bellatrix's face.
　　 "No...no, master...I..." Bella shook her head in panic.
"It's broken," Voldemort raised his right arm and said softly, his broken wrist covered by the fallen robe appeared in front of everyone, "Harris is now in full swing... He controls some powers that I don't know much about..." Voldemort's only intact palm squeezed tightly, "But I won't lose all the time. I won only one game with him. Just wait for me to find the three Vickers..."
　　 Bellatrix's eyes were full of tears, "Master, Bella would like to find them."
"This shouldn't be said from your mouth, Bellatrix, Rudolph Lestrange and Old Parkinson will know what to do." Voldemort let the box float in front of him, first of all Casting a protection spell for himself, then he lifted the lid, took the dry, severed hand and pressed it on his own.
That withered, lifeless, disgusting palm, after the port touched Voldemort’s broken wrist, it seemed to have come alive. The blood vessels, tendons and tendons wriggled like worms and began to penetrate Voldemort’s newly healed wound, and then resembled Leeches generally begin to absorb the lives of mysterious people.
Voldemort frowned, a wand in his left hand, a hapless man was summoned by the Dark Lord with a flying curse, and then he directly put his withered right hand on the arm of the Death Eater, as if his vitality was quickly drained. The Death Eater was aging rapidly, his young face was quickly covered with wrinkles, his hair turned white, his figure was squashed, and there was no other reaction except for a few shouts, and he finally collapsed on the ground and panted.
The life force absorbed by the Death Eaters was injected into Vecna’s hand, and after Vecna’s hand was satisfied, it fed back the excess part, together with the evil and chaos contained in the palm itself, to Voldemort. Those wounds healed in front of everyone at a speed visible to the naked eye-but the withered hand of Vecna ​​didn't seem to be affected by this external life force at all, still withered and shriveled, which allowed the pale Black Demon to cooperate. This dry and corrupt palm like a mummy looks even stranger behind the palm.
The mysterious man twitched a few times unconsciously, and then came to his senses and tried to bend the fingers of his new right hand a few times and nodded in satisfaction. He handed the wand of his left hand to the palm of the dead man. The reporter waved the wand without chanting. He shot out a green light without hesitation, and the big green tree on one side that had revealed infinite vitality in the summer lost its life instantly.
Ignoring Bella, who was beginning to be excited and happy, Voldemort, who was thinking about his Horcrux, grabbed the unlucky guy who had just fallen on the ground, "waiting in place."-The mysterious voice also became more uncomfortable. Fear.
After he finished the understatement, he Apparated and returned to England and returned to Gunter’s old house. In this damp and desolate ancestral home in Greater Hangleton, about four or five miles away from Little Hangleton, Voldemort After a little inspection, he roared furiously, and after a thunderbolt exploded and blew up some rooms, Voldemort laughed grinningly at the conquest of the power of the curse. For a long time, he recovered, grabbing the hapless guy and disappeared again. In place.
After a while, in the seaside cave, the Dark Lord dropped the speechless Death Eater on the ground just after he stopped his flying spell and landed, then he cut the skin on his old wrinkled arm. Muscle, let the blood lift the magic barrier he arranged on this cave.
The Dark Lord can’t wait to confirm the safety of his Horcrux-he hopes that this place will not be found by others, and this memory from his childhood is not because he was trapped in it. The crystal ball was discovered by the opponent, and because the hidden secret door is now intact, the mysterious people think that this place is also as good as before, thinking that Dumbledore and the others would never have thought that they would put the Horcrux in this place that they could not study at all.
However, with the falling of the rocks at the secret door of the cave, the strong smell coming from the exposed passage made Voldemort understand that this is just his luxury-due to the lack of air circulation, the entire cave spewed out something full of corruption and deterioration. The sour smell and the strong smell of human excretion are mixed with the smell of bitter almonds.
　　 The smell made the Death Eater who was too old to make a sound blush to restore some rosy ~EbookFREE.me~ and even gave out some dry cough.
In the cave, the air was quiet and humid, and the mysterious man was full of vigilance, doubt and unwillingness to the weirdness in front of him-he shrugged his nostrils without a nose, did not call out the ship, but with his face unchanged, he was still coughing and dry. The vomiting Death Eater flew to the island in the middle of the lake.
A stronger smell came after landing, but the Dark Lord's attention was all in the crystal stone basin in the middle. When he saw the locket in the basin, Voldemort frowned and experienced many setbacks in a short time. He is no longer as arrogant as before. He doesn't believe that Alan or Dumbledore found the cave but was unable to solve the barrier.
　　 So Voldemort cast an Imperius curse on the Death Eater casually, completely disregarding the other's feelings, and forcibly poured the potion in the stone basin into his throat, which was forced to open his mouth.
　　 Later, after the potion was drunk by his subordinates, the mysterious man took out the pendant box naturally.
　　 Then, after opening the pendant box, the mysterious man naturally found the letters left to him by the two brothers of the Black family.
　　 So, the small island in the middle of the cave and the hapless Death Eater were naturally exploded by the mysterious man who just used the thunderbolt blast curse.
Finally, the turbid lake water that splashed Voldemort naturally because of the explosion, and the bitter almond flavor and stench contained in the liquid that was completely different from his memory, finally made his face float without changing his color. The Dark Lord above the lake also naturally let out an involuntary retching.
　　 "Uh, cough..."