Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Voldemort moved to Malfoy Manor and randomly selected a hapless werewolf.

Although physically, there are obvious differences between the two.

But it's not a big problem to Voldemort, it's as easy as picking up a chicken, grabbing the werewolf, and the werewolf dare not resist in the slightest.

Soon, the figures of the two gradually returned to nothingness again, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It suddenly appeared on a rocky beach thousands of miles away, where the smell of salt and dampness unique to the sea wafted, the waves washed the dark reefs, and white foam appeared.

The werewolf stood shrinking behind him, his sturdy body shivering non-stop.

His modest IQ couldn't guess what was going to happen, but biological instincts prevailed, and something terrible might happen next.

Bare and desolate all around, except for the vast sea and rocks, not a single tree, no grass or sand.

There are many foot-treading indentations in the rock, leading to the giant pebbles below, around the cliffs, half out of the sea. Climbing down from here is very dangerous.

Another Apparition, Voldemort and the werewolf came to a stone door, waved their wand, and the stone door was shattered.

Then a closed cave wall blocked the sight of Voldemort and the werewolf.

His magic is so cruel and inhuman, he can't even escape his own arrival.

The broken stone in the distance turned into a stone blade, and it flashed past, leaving a thick knife edge on the werewolf's leg, and hot blood suddenly sprayed on the stone slab.

The werewolf looked at his wound in horror, which should have healed at this time, as if he was cursed.

He stretched out his claws, wanting to beg for mercy, and then saw that the blood-soaked stone wall began to move gradually.

A boat floated from the black lake, Voldemort waved his wand impetuously, and the speed of the boat was getting faster and faster.

"Get on board." Voldemort kicked the werewolf, who was already extremely weak.

They are on board.

The boat is going crazy, if there are Muggles,

You may think that you have seen an assault boat, and the green light seems to have finally become bigger and brighter. After a few minutes, the boat gently bumped into something and stopped.

They came to a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.

A large flat black slate was empty, except for the light source that emitted the green light. Looking closer now, the green light appears much brighter.

Voldemort dragged the poor werewolf straight past.

Inside the stone basin. A pot full of emerald green liquid, glowing with shimmering phosphorescence.

Voldemort conjured up a wide-mouthed cup, filled it with the horrific liquid, and poured it directly into the werewolf's mouth.

The werewolf fainted when he swallowed the first mouthful, then was awakened by Voldemort, and then alternated between being awake and comatose.

The level of the liquid gradually sank, and a gold locket was coiled under the stone basin.

"Still." Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, but shrank suddenly.

Souls cannot perceive each other, but that is after a certain distance.

at such a close distance. There is no sense.

When Nagini was by his side, it also resonated, because the snake had a piece of his soul on it.

The locket in the pool flew into Voldemort's hands with a "whoosh".

Almost instantly. His expression became extremely furious.

The locket lacked the intricate patterns of his ancient family, the Slytherin mark, a low-quality forgery.

In the box, a piece of paper was placed alone.

It says:

To the Dark Lord

I was dead before you read this but I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to die, because you are only a mortal man of flesh and blood when you meet your opponent. .

—— .B.

Voldemort's eyes became extremely bloodshot, and anger surged wildly.

.B?

Regulus?

He only needed a slight association to know the answer.

It's so obvious.

The Black family betrayed him and even destroyed his Horcrux.

Voldemort walked out of the cave with a grim expression, threw the werewolf as a key on the deserted island, left him to fend for himself, and then Apparated to the office of the Daily Prophet.

Lucius was enjoying afternoon tea leisurely in the newspaper office, leaning on the chair, looking very leisurely.

However, the severe pain from his left arm made him suddenly startled, and he saw the Dark Lord appear in front of him.

"Lucius..." Voldemort played with his wand, his bloodshot eyes indicating that he was in a bad mood.

"I ask you, where is my diary, I once gave it to you for safekeeping."

Lucius' face suddenly stiffened.

"Lord, Master, once the Ministry of Magic is going to search some items..." Lucius explained with a stammer, changing his calm demeanor.

"That is to say, what I told you is gone, right?"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The hair on Lucius's body stood upright, but he didn't dare to raise his wand to resist.

The green light shattered the vase behind him, and the porcelain splattered and hit Lucius, but he didn't dare to resist.

He didn't know it was something so important to the Dark Lord.

"Rage will affect judgment, and I am very short of people right now, Lucius, but I just want you to know that your life is taken back."

Cold sweat slid down Lucius' thin chin and dripped onto the table in front of him, soaking the latest issue of the newspaper.

"Master..." Lucius shivered and gave up his place.

Voldemort walked over casually, sat down slowly, and slid his fingertips gently on the table.

His brain is now thinking fast.

The diary and ring are missing, the gold cup is confirmed to have been burned, and the Slytherin locket is looted.

Also uncertain is the crown hidden at Hogwarts.

The only certainty is Nagini.

The first time Voldemort regretted his arrogance.

But even if there is a little hope, he has to confirm.

Hogwarts was also designated as a target by him.

The start of the war will be accelerated.

Just when he was deep in thought, with a crisp sound, the glass window not far in front of him suddenly burst open and shattered, and a parchment scroll was rolled into a sharp blade shape and slammed into his side. On the wall, the rear wing kept vibrating.

Voldemort's eyes froze, just as he was about to tear it off the wall.

This parchment scroll suddenly broke free, spread out in mid-air, and began to burn. The blue flame suddenly jumped into the mid-air, and gradually transformed into words. It shook in mid-air and illuminated the entire room at the same time. .

"I hope this news will be published through the Daily Prophet." The line went by in a flash.

"Dark Lord, I'd rather call you Voldemort than that name."

"They fear you, but I don't think so."

"You interfered with a great duel, my vengeance."

"The fruit of revenge must be picked by hand."

"I know, you're going to be weird."

"Defeat me and you'll get everything you want to know."

"However, in view of your vile personality and disrespectful sneak attack, I will decide the duel location and make a decision."

The flames in mid-air suddenly trembled, showing a few letters, and then—

"Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Voldemort looked elusive.

It has to be said that coincidences are very interesting.

I wanted to use the power of public opinion to declare war, but it almost turned into a face-to-face declaration of war.

In the plan, there will always be some strange and unpredictable accidents.

The anger of leaving suddenly calmed down.

According to the marginal effect of psychology, good news is suitable to be said separately, and bad news is suitable to be said together. Obviously, it is the latter that Voldemort receives the bad news one after another.

The successive "bad news" made him realize the reality.

Blind venting and anger will only interfere with judgment.

Whether it's Ravenclaw's crown, or Grindelwald's engagement, or the meaning of Hogwarts' very existence, it all prompted the Dark Lord to make a decision.

More importantly, the humiliation of his defeat must be washed away by himself - the savior, who is also at Hogwarts.

Suddenly there are many reasons to refuse.

The flame text in front of him was suddenly blown away by a hurricane.

Voldemort gently stroked the armrest of the armchair, and in his scarlet eyes, there seemed to be a fire burning.