Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Show me your secret!"

In the shadows of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, a young wizard cruelly stretched out his wand and forcibly opened the brain of a goblin.

Not long ago, Voldemort arrived at Knockturn Alley first.

This is the place with the most dark wizards in the entire British wizarding world. It is only separated from the famous Diagon Alley by a wall, but it is as distinct as noon and night. Diagon Alley is prosperous, but Knockturn Alley is dirty and smelly.

The wizards hanging around here, even among the dark wizards, are not worthy of recognition. Rather than being wizards, they are more like a group of carrion vultures gathering together, fighting to bite each other among the rotting corpses. .

But this only refers to those who have no fixed abode. On the contrary, other wizards who can occupy a place in Knockturn Alley are extraordinary.

The more famous one is Borgin Bock, the owner of the Bock store. His real name is Caractacus Bock, and he is one of the twenty-eight purebloods. He looked slovenly and unkempt, but even if Malfoy came, he had to call him "Sir" obediently.

Even when the Ministry of Magic strictly inspects dark magic items, it can accept the prohibited magic items sold by Malfoy without any scruples.

Not to mention, even Tom Riddle served as an apprentice under him.

Of course, Riddle's purpose was not pure. He was actually selecting some precious props worthy of being made into Horcruxes.

But Voldemort's goal this time is not Borgin Bock's magic shop. He needed to get some dragon blood, preferably unicorn blood, so that this poor body could move longer.

There are many similar potion shops in Knockturn Alley, but the most famous one is Travers' Potion Shop. The Travers family is also one of the twenty-eight purebloods. I am afraid that only such a family has the ability to stand as firmly as a rock in the rushing river.

The mistress of the potion shop is an elderly, stooped witch. The skin on her face is covered with age spots stacked up layer by layer. Her eyelids are drooped, and her pupils are almost invisible.

Just standing there, she seemed to exude the aura of death.

In fact, about fifty years ago, Voldemort had this impression of Travers.

He didn't think there was anything strange about this. In the magic world, there were many people who had the ability to extend their lifespan. It is indeed rare to see someone like Nicoléme who has lived for six hundred years, but wizards around two hundred years old can still be seen occasionally.

Otherwise, Snape wouldn't have boasted in class that potions could make people refuse to die.

Voldemort himself looked down upon these methods of "immortality". Aging was another kind of death. He not only wants eternal life, but also eternal power!

"What do you want to order?" Seeing the customers coming into her shop, the old Ms. Travers asked slowly.

She moved very slowly and tremblingly, as if she was about to fall apart at the next moment: "Compound potion? Spiritual elixir? There are also some other forbidden potions that can be bought, but the price - "

"I want an ounce of dragon's blood." Voldemort said hoarsely.

"Dragon blood?" Ms. Travers' eyelids seemed to lift, and a trace of surprise appeared on her wrinkled face. She didn't expect that someone would come to a place like this and only buy some raw materials.

She looked at Voldemort strangely, and after a while she said: "You look a little familiar. What's your last name, child?"

"Walls," Riddle said casually.

"Walls?" Travers pondered for a moment, but it seemed that she could not dig out any person or thing related to this name from her memory, and finally she gave up.

No matter what the name represents, since we are customers, it doesn't matter.

"Only dragon blood?"

"If there is any, it'd better be unicorn blood." Voldemort said slowly.

Ms. Forrest seemed even more surprised than at the beginning. Her eyelids raised, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes.

"Unicorn blood? Sir, don't tell me you plan to drink that kind of thing?"

"From your tone, it sounds like you have?" Voldemort's eyes lit up.

"Originally, there wasn't one, but you were lucky. Not long ago, a smuggled young unicorn happened to fall into my hands. It's a beautiful creature, but it's a pity that I can't save it. I'll drain its blood. All the fur was ripped off." Ms. Travers laughed seductively.

"Bring it!" Voldemort shouted urgently.

Ms. Travers slowly pulled out a large silver vial of blood.

"Look, how beautiful it is. But the blood of a unicorn that died of hatred contains a curse. It will turn people into half-dead things. I originally planned to use it to refine some poison, but... if you If you are willing, I will give you two hundred and fifty-eight Galleons."

Ms. Travers naturally didn't care what Voldemort planned to do with the unicorn's blood. The reminder was because she knew him well.

As for Voldemort, he didn't even care. Galleons didn't cost him anyway, and he wasn't the one who was cursed.

Of course, he wouldn't drink it right away. Drinking unicorn blood was painful, and he wouldn't show his vulnerable side to a stranger.

Voldemort even didn't trust his subordinates at all.

After buying the blood he needed, Voldemort was about to find a place where no one would disturb him and drink it. But as soon as he left Knockturn Alley, he noticed something was wrong - the goblins seemed to become very nervous.

It can be seen from the appearance of Gringotts that it is in trouble. Today, Gringotts has strengthened its guards. Although Gringotts' defense level had improved a lot after the attack two years ago, this was the first time Voldemort had seen a formation like today that seemed not to allow wizards to enter.

This is probably the first time in hundreds of years that Gringotts has been closed to the outside world. Several wizards who planned to go to Gringotts to handle business were turned away. There were even a few goblins who left secretly and quietly turned to a remote corner. .

He immediately realized that something major had happened inside Gringotts. Reminiscent of the conflict that had occurred in the Scottish Highlands not long ago, Voldemort figured out what it was without spending much effort.

Ancient magic.

It seemed that the person he was looking for was right in front of him.

His erect pupils were full of desire and bloody murderous intent, like a poisonous snake eyeing its prey. It not only wanted to deliver a fatal blow, but also swallowed the opponent whole!

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