Study Days at Hogwarts

Scotland, Voldemort's lair.

The old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, was finally repaired recently and welcomed back to its owner.

At this moment, Voldemort was sitting on a dark velvet chair in the dark room, looking at the Death Eaters in front of the long table. His eyes fell on one of the Death Eaters and asked hoarsely: "Ax Lee, is there any news about our old friend?"

"Master, Karkaroff did not return to Durmstrang School. The traitor was afraid and hid. I found the person who last saw him. When I found him, Karkaroff had already left. I am afraid that I would not find him. It still takes some time.”

After being named by Voldemort, the Death Eater named Yaxley lowered his head and respectfully reported the latest news to the Dark Lord.

"Find Karkaroff, and I will go over and execute the traitor with my own hands. No one can survive after betraying Voldemort."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, making all the Death Eaters present shiver.

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

"Some of our loyal Death Eaters are still imprisoned in Azkaban." Voldemort said softly. "I think they can't wait to serve me."

"Master, you plan to attack Azkaban and liberate the imprisoned..." Before Malfoy could finish his words, he was interrupted by Voldemort raising a big pale hand. ,

Malfoy immediately fell silent.

"The dementors must turn to our side. It is not difficult to convince them." Voldemort looked at his servants: "Who will convince the dementors? Of course, not now. We cannot be exposed now."

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

The Death Eaters all lowered their heads, not many of them willing to deal with the dementors.

"Avery."

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

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

"I am glad to be of service to you." McNeil bowed slightly towards Voldemort.

"I need someone to help me convince the werewolves." Voldemort said contemptuously. "Although those hairy beasts are unreliable, Voldemort can make them use their last remaining energy."

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

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

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix has only held two gatherings so far. They set the headquarters of the Order at Sirius Black's house, but because Dumbledore cast the Fidelity Charm there, I cannot 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. He asked the members of the Order to keep an eye on him. Keep an eye on him to avoid any accidents."

"Any more?"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at Snape so sharply that several people nearby looked away.

"Dumbledore is busy dealing with the Ministry of Magic." Snape continued: "One more thing, Sirius got a prophecy from somewhere."

"prophecy?"

"Yes, Black claimed that the prophecy came from a certain master of prophecy." Snape waited for a while, and seeing that Voldemort did not speak, he continued, "That prophecy indicates that a collective massacre will occur in Azkaban soon. Prison break. 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 moment, and the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will be destroyed by the master. Control, Muggle-born wizards will be persecuted, and Harry, the savior, will become a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you know who made the prophecy?"

Voldemort was tricked by a prophecy once, so he was extra cautious this time.

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

"This prediction is quite accurate."

Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a strange smile.

The Death Eaters at the long table also laughed, because what he said was indeed right. Isn'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 was not surprised. He had suffered losses from Nico Flamel before. They usually treated those who targeted him. Danger is acute.

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

"Albert Anderson, Master." Snape hesitated for a moment and said, "There were indeed rumors in 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 used this as a reason to ask Dumbledore for combat skills. , but was rejected.”

"Dumbledore originally wanted Moody to teach him, but the mudblood refused. Later, Dumbledore wanted me to teach that mudblood. He valued that person very much, but the mudblood refused. He He seemed not to trust Barty and me, and finally approached Flitwick. It is said that the mudblood has mastered a lot of dark magic."

"What a new thing."

Voldemort had a strange expression on his face. He was very aware of Dumbledore's attitude towards dark magic.

"Find that Mudblood and bring him to me. Are you willing to take the lead, Wormtail?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew, "I remember it was him who 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 am willing to—"

"Go ahead, I don't need you to sacrifice yourself," Voldemort said lazily: "You just need to find his residence, and someone else will bring him to me. The mudblood almost ruined my plan, and... It led to Batty's death and he needs to pay for it."

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

"With all due respect, Master, you need to be prepared to deal with that mudblood." Snape reminded, "If you are not absolutely sure, I suggest you don't touch him, so as not to alert the enemy."

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

"I have taught him and know him. It is undeniable that he is a genius. Many people think that he is the next Dumbledore." Snape lowered his voice: "In fact, this is also true, but that guy Very arrogant but also very cautious, and very dangerous.”

"Danger?"

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

They are more dangerous.

"There are traces of the Fire Curse in the maze. No one knows how much dark magic the Mudblood has mastered. Even Barty Crouch and four helpers tried to surround him in the maze, but failed miserably. , and paid the price for it. I saw that Mudblood kill Crouch with Fudge's hands, right in front of Dumbledore." Snape caused a wave of hatred for Albert. A reminder to all Death Eaters not to mess with him.

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

"There were rumors that Albert Anderson was the descendant of a well-known pure-blood wizard." Lucius Malfoy suddenly said: "Otherwise, the old antiques in Wizengamot would not be able to accept him. This kind of The credibility of the rumor is very high.”

"Catch him. If circumstances don't allow, kill him and 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, stood up and left.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Lucius, I once asked you to keep a diary. Is it still in good condition?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes revealed a strange light.

Not long ago, one of the things Snape reported to him was that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened two years ago.

"Where do I still have the diary, Master."

Lucius tried his best to keep himself calm, but he didn't notice that his voice was trembling. He thought of the diary that had a hole in it. He really 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 feeling.

"The diary you asked me to keep is still with me, Master." Lucius lowered his head lower, not daring to look at Voldemort.

"Really?" Voldemort asked.

"real."

"Liar, I see fear on your face." Voldemort pulled out his wand.

Lucius's body trembled slightly, he knew what he was going to face.

"The diary is indeed still with me, Master." Lucius repeated with a sullen face.

"Then bring me the diary. If it is still intact, you will be rewarded with a reward. If..." Voldemort did not finish his words, but Malfoy felt as if he was in an ice cave.

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

"Master." Lucius suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, "The diary you gave me..."

The huge pain engulfed Malfoy, causing him to swallow back what he said in mid-sentence.

"The diary is damaged." Lucius gritted his teeth and endured the Cruciatus Curse, gasping.

"Damaged?" Voldemort repeated softly.

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

"Bring me that diary and go now!" Voldemort ordered sullenly.

"Yes!" Malfoy's mind went blank, but he did not dare to delay and hurried back to get the diary. Fortunately, he still had the things.

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

However, once the Horcrux is destroyed, he should feel it. Could it be because I was not as good as a ghost at that time and couldn't feel it without a body?

Voldemort's face became darker when he thought of Nagini who was killed by Dumbledore, which meant that two of its Horcruxes had been destroyed.

Not long after, Malfoy hurriedly returned with Riddle's diary, which also confirmed Voldemort's guess. The diary was damaged, the soul fragments stored in it completely disappeared, and there was an unknown hole in the middle. Voldemort was extremely angry.

Someone found a way to destroy the Horcruxes?

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

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

A scream followed by Voldemort's voice.

"Who did it, who destroyed this diary?" Voldemort's cold voice made Lucius Malfoy feel the breath of death.

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter has no such ability."

"Dumbledore said that Harry Potter prevented all of this from happening, and that he also killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets." Lucius said tremblingly.

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

"The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approaches...born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times...born in the seventh moon..."

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

He suffered greatly from this half of the prophecy.

"I will give you another task. Get the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries. Harry Potter and I have the prophecy ball. I need all the contents in 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 cold in his heart, because he knew very well that no one except the Silent Man knew about the situation in the Department of Mysteries, and it was impossible to get the Silent Man to speak.

As for the prophecy spoken by the Dark Lord, Lucius naturally knew the prophecy, although he probably guessed what the content was.

The dark lord's powerful enemy, this is also the reason why the dark lord originally attacked the Potters and tried to kill Harry Potter, but in fact it proved that the prophecy seemed to have come true.

"This matter will be kept secret for now, don't tell anyone."

"Yes, Master." Lucius Malfoy lowered his head and said.

"Very well, you can go."