The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Scotland, Voldemort's lair.

The old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, finally got simple repairs not long ago and welcomed its owner back.

At this moment, in the dim room, Voldemort sat on a dark velvet chair, looking at the group of Death Eaters in front of the long table, his eyes fell on one of the Death Eaters, and asked hoarsely: "Yax Li, is there any news of our old friend?"

"Master, Karkaroff didn't go back to the Durmstrang School. The traitor hid in fear. I found the last person who saw him. When I went there, Karkaroff had already left. I'm afraid I want to find him. Gotta take some time.”

After being named by Voldemort, the Death Eater named Yaxley bowed his head respectfully to the Dark Lord with the latest news.

"Find Karkaroff, and I will go over and execute the traitor myself. No one can live after betraying Voldemort."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes revealed icy killing intent, causing all the Death Eaters present to shudder.

They all knew that Karkaroff was dead, no matter where he was hiding.

"We have some loyal Death Eaters still in Azkaban," Voldemort whispered. "I think they can't wait to serve me."

"Master, you plan to attack Azkaban and free the imprisoned..." Before Malfoy could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Voldemort raising a large pale hand. ,

Malfoy fell silent immediately.

"The dementors must fall on our side. It's not difficult to convince them." Voldemort looked at his servants: "Who will convince the dementors, of course, not now, we can't expose it now."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile. "As far as I know, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is causing trouble for Dumbledore. This is a good chance."

The Death Eaters bowed their heads, and few were willing to deal with the Dementors.

"Avery."

"Master." Avery felt Voldemort's gaze, lowered his head and said, "I am willing to persuade those dementors for you."

"Very good." Voldemort looked away from Avery and continued: "McNeil, I need you to walk for me and convince those mindless giants to join our great cause."

"I'm glad to be at your service." McNeill bowed slightly to Voldemort.

"I need someone to help me convince the werewolves," Voldemort said contemptuously. "As unreliable as those hairy beasts are, Voldemort can give them the last heat."

"My lord." Lucius volunteered and said, "I am willing to convince the werewolves that Fenrir Greyback can form an army of scattered werewolves and swear allegiance to you."

"Very good. Severus?" Voldemort looked down at the shadow who had remained silent. "I hope you can bring me some good news."

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has only held two meetings so far. They set up the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix at Sirius Black's house, but because Dumbledore cast the Faithful Charm there, I can't reveal more information to you." Snape looked at Voldemort calmly, and said respectfully: "The second meeting was just yesterday, Dumbledore asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to strengthen the security around Harry Potter, and he asked the members of the Order of the Phoenix to watch him. Follow him to avoid any accidents."

"Any more?"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Snape, his eyes so sharp that several people around him looked away.

"Dumbledore is busy with the Ministry of Magic," Snape continued. "One more thing, Sirius got a prophecy out of nowhere."

"prophecy?"

"Yes, Black claims that the prophecy came from a certain master of prophecy." Snape waited for a while, seeing that Voldemort did not speak, he continued on, "The prophecy indicates that Azkaban will soon have a massacre. Prison escape. Minister of Magic Fudge will step down next year, and his successor will die at the hands of the master. At that time, the entire British wizarding world will usher in the darkest hour, and the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will be taken over by the master. Control, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and Savior Harry will become a wanted man at the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know who made the prophecy?"

Voldemort has been trapped once by the prophecy, so this time I am extra cautious.

"I don't know, Blake didn't say it, but the man seemed to have rejected Dumbledore's invitation. I heard that he thought the Order of the Phoenix was not tight enough and there might be spies or traitors." Snape said with pursed lips.

"This prediction is quite accurate."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile.

The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because he was right, wasn't the person in front of him a spy hiding in the Order of the Phoenix?

"It seems that Dumbledore has found a guy who is good at prophecy. I need you to find out his identity." Voldemort is not surprised. He has suffered from Nicole Lemay before. Danger is acute.

"Barty once reminded me that there was a Mudblood at Hogwarts who was good at prophecy." Voldemort seemed to remember something, stared at Snape and said, "I remember you reported to me earlier, what was the name of the Mudblood who defeated Barty. ."

"Albert Anderson, Master," Snape said after a moment's hesitation. "There were indeed rumors at Hogwarts that Albert Anderson was a fortune teller."

"This rumor may be true." Snape noticed that Voldemort was looking at him, and continued: "It is said that he sensed the danger before the third project and asked Dumbledore for combat skills on this ground. , but was rejected."

"Dumbledore originally wanted Moody to teach him, but was rejected by the Mudblood, and then Dumbledore wanted me to teach the Mudblood, he valued that person, but the Mudblood refused, he He didn't seem to trust me and Barty, and finally found Flitwick, who is said to have mastered a lot of black magic."

"It's really new."

Voldemort's expression was weird, he knew all too well Dumbledore's attitude towards black magic.

"Find the Mudblood and bring him to me. Will you take the lead, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew. "I remember he sent you to Azkaban Prison."

Peter Pettigrew, who had been huddled in the corner from the beginning, murmured, "Lord, Master, if this is your will, I, I will—"

"Go on, I don't need you to dedicate yourself yet," said Voldemort lazily. "You just need to find his place, and someone else will bring it to me. That mudblood nearly ruined my plan, and It led to Barty's death, and he needs to pay for it."

There was a slight commotion at the long table, and the group of people who hated Albert was excited.

"With all due respect, Master, you need to be prepared to deal with that Mudblood," Snape reminded. "If you're not sure, I suggest that you'd better leave him alone, so as not to startle the snake."

"It's rare that you would give such a rating to a Mudblood," Voldemort waited for Snape to continue.

"I taught him, knew him, and admittedly, he was a genius. A lot of people thought he was the next Dumbledore." Snape lowered his voice. "Actually, that's true, but that guy Arrogant but cautious and dangerous."

"Danger?"

Hearing Snape describe a Mudblood as dangerous, the Death Eaters present couldn't help but laugh.

They are more dangerous.

"There are traces of the Fire Curse in the labyrinth, and no one knows how much black magic the mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and four helpers tried to surround him in the labyrinth, but they failed miserably. , and paid for it. I saw with my own eyes that Mudblood killed Crouch with Fudge's hands, in front of Dumbledore." Snape gave Albert a wave of hatred, and also A warning to all Death Eaters, don't mess with him.

"It's hard to believe it was a Mudblood."

Valley "There were rumors that Albert Anderson was the descendant of a well-known pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy suddenly said: "Otherwise, the old antiques of Wizengamodia would not be possible. Accept him, such rumors are very credible."

"Catch him, if the situation doesn't allow it, kill him, don't make too much noise." In Voldemort's eyes, the Mudblood was already dead.

"Lucius, you stay."

The Death Eaters looked at Lucius jealously, and got up and left.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Lucius, I once asked you to keep a diary, is it okay?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes revealed a strange light.

One of the things Snape reported to him not long ago was that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened two years ago.

"Where is the diary still with me, Master."

Lucius tried to keep himself as calm as possible, but he didn't notice the trembling in his voice. He remembered the diary with a hole pierced by something, and he couldn't imagine what the Dark Lord looked like after seeing the diary. ...

"Don't try to lie to Voldemort!"

Voldemort realized that Lucius Malfoy's reaction was wrong, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, Master." Lucius lowered his head even more, not daring to meet Voldemort's eyes.

"Really." Voldemort asked.

"real."

"Lie, I see fear in your face." Voldemort drew his wand.

Lucius' body trembled slightly, he knew what he would face.

"The diary is indeed still with me, Master," Lucius repeated sullenly.

"Then bring me the diary, and if it's still in good condition, you'll be rewarded with a reward, if..." Voldemort didn't finish his sentence, but Malfoy's heart sank.

"Go, Lucius, don't keep Voldemort waiting too long."

"Master." Lucius fell to his knees, "The diary you gave me..."

The agony swallowed Malfoy and made him swallow half of what he had said.

"The diary is damaged." Lucius gritted his teeth to withstand the Cruciatus, and panted.

"Broken?" Voldemort repeated softly.

"I once tried to use the diary to open the secret room." Lucius explained in a trembling voice.

"Bring me that diary, and go now!" Voldemort ordered with a gloomy face.

"Yes!" Malfoy's head was blank, but he didn't dare to delay, and hurried back to get the diary, fortunately he still had it.

Voldemort knew very well that the Horcrux was protected by black magic and could not be damaged at all. Malfoy said that if the Horcrux was damaged, it probably meant that he had lost a Horcrux.

However, once the Horcrux was destroyed, I should have felt it. Is it because I was inferior to a ghost at the time, and I couldn't feel it without a body?

Voldemort remembered Nagini who had been killed by Dumbledore, and his face became even more gloomy, which meant that it had already had two Horcruxes destroyed.

Not long after, Malfoy hurried back with Riddle's diary, which also confirmed Voldemort's conjecture. Voldemort was furious.

Someone found a way to destroy the Horcrux?

Malfoy, who originally thought that the diary was just to open the key to the secret room, was now lying on the ground and shivering.

"Lucius, you have betrayed Voldemort's trust."

A shrill scream followed Voldemort's voice.

"Who did it, who destroyed this diary?" Voldemort's cold voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death~www.mtl.com~Harry Potter! "

"Harry Potter has no such ability."

"Dumbledore said it was Harry Potter who stopped this and killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets," said Lucius, trembling.

After Voldemort had vented his inner anger and calmed down a little, he realized that he despised Harry Potter too much. Especially after the Horcrux was inadvertently destroyed, Voldemort realized the **** prophecy.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the seventh month..."

Snape didn't overhear the whole thing, what was the other half?

He suffered a great loss for this half of the prophecy.

"I'll give you one more task, get the Prophecy Ball from the Department of Mysteries, and Harry Potter's Prophecy Ball, I need the entire contents of the Prophecy Ball." Voldemort stared at the dying Malfoy and said hoarsely, "Don't let me down again."

"I will not let you down."

Although he said this, Lucius Malfoy felt a chill in his heart, because he knew very well that no one except the silent man knew about the situation of the Department of Mysteries, and it was impossible for the silent man to speak.

As for the prophecy spoken by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew this prophecy, although he probably guessed what the content was.New chapters are published on novelenglish.net . Fɪre

The Dark Lord's rival, this is also the reason why the Dark Lord attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter, but it actually proved that the prophecy seemed to be fulfilled.

"This matter is kept under wraps for now, don't tell anyone."

"Yes, Master," said Lucius Malfoy, bowing his head.

"Very well, you can go."

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