The card draw starts in Azkaban

Several goblin masters wanted to be themselves and did not hear Du Wei's blasphemous words.

But then, after they confirmed that Dowey Jones was indeed not joking, one by one, they all began to tremble in fear.

They knew that if Voldemort came back - they felt that Voldemort would really come back. Everyone in the wizarding world knew that, and these goblins also believed that a master of dark magic like Voldemort would not die so easily.

He must still be alive.

His return is only a matter of time.

If he comes back, then there is no doubt that these goblins who concocted another Voldemort will receive the cruelest punishment.

Because of what they did - they were blaspheming Voldemort, and Voldemort would not let them go. During his first reign, Voldemort himself did this. The goblins he killed did not dare to go against him. Even Gringotts was captured by Voldemort.

Take charge.

However, they also know that if they do not obey the orders of the person in front of them, they will definitely be punished even more cruelly.

And immediately, right away.

Whichever is the lesser of two evils.

The goblin masters finally decided to deal with the demon in front of them first.

As for Voldemort's resurrection, let's wait until he is resurrected.

Take it one step at a time.

They have no choice.

After they started thinking along the lines of Dowey Jones, they quickly finalized the plan.

"As for blood, you can add the blood of the Hungarian Horntail. Dragon blood, it is said that someone has tried it..."

One of the goblin masters spoke.

"No, absolutely not. In this case, people will burn. Some people have done this. Dumbledore wrote twelve ways to use dragon's blood.

We can tan the dragon's blood. In his book, there is a method to purify the dragon's blood.

We can try..."

Another goblin master rejected this idea, blood wizards. Since the beginning of wizards, there have been blood wizards. These wizards believe that the inheritance of blood may lead to the inheritance of magic power - of course, wizards are not the only ones who think so.

In a certain way, wizards are the same as nobles. Nobles also pay attention to internal intermarriage and blood union.

Some wizards have indeed brought powerful descendants, but many more are still squibs and lunatics. The same is true among nobles. Intermarriage among noble families has brought about a genetic disease.

hemophilia.

At that time, the European royal family, and even the Czarist family that spanned the Eurasian continent, also had the gene for hemophilia. Their hemophilia all came from the same grandmother.

Queen of England.

Victoria I.

Therefore, except for crazy families like the Twenty-Eight Purebloods, the other families don't actually value bloodline.

Some dark wizards have also tried transplant surgeries. For example, they transplanted the dead eyes of a basilisk into themselves. Others transplanted the heart of a dragon into themselves.

Of course, most of them, no, not just the majority, except for the few who might have succeeded, have disappeared, the rest of the people who tried this way are dead.

The fault tolerance rate is too low.

Therefore, these goblin masters would not dare to take action even if they faced Voldemort who was an alchemy creation.

Because they feel that this Voldemort is very precious, and anyone who can create a magical body at any time is a true master - well, it seems that he noticed the restraint of these goblins, Du Wei waved his wand casually,

In front of them, several alchemical creations appeared.

"What the hell?"

These goblin masters were furious. They looked at Dowey Jones in disbelief. Dowey Jones said boredly: "Go ahead and try it. Everyone, you have all the materials you need."

He pointed at the materials with his wand and said: "Remember my request, I want a black magic killing tool, use all your ingenuity..."

Du Wei was very keenly aware of the sad faces and vague resistance on the faces of these goblin masters.

He smiled softly.

Looking at these people, Du Wei then said: "If you really build this thing."

Looking at the obviously depressed goblin masters, Duwey Jones showed a slight smile. He lowered his body, like a devil, playing with the hearts of these goblin masters.

"I will allow you to sign this alchemical creation and sign your name.

In this way, your name can last forever with it.

Unforgettable forever.”

After hearing these words, these goblin masters' breathing became visibly quickened.

Their big eyes looked at Dowey Jones without blinking, with longing and disbelief in their eyes.

Dowey Jones looked at their expressions and showed an even more devilish smile.

"Of course, if you really create what I really want perfectly, then..."

Du Wei made a backhand gesture and said, "I can even give you this alchemical creation.

I just borrowed it temporarily. After I use it, it still belongs to your wealth. Think about it, it is the most powerful black magic item so far. It is more powerful than the despicable Haierbo's Horcrux.

, it can even rival the three holy weapons. Your names will become legends like the three brothers.

Think about it, hundreds of years later, wizards as powerful as Grindelwald are constantly looking for the dark magic treasures you created, which they call holy objects.

They fought life and death for this thing, and countless geniuses died in wars, just to take a look at your creation..."

The Goblin Master knew that Dowey Jones might be trying to make fun of them, but this cake was so fragrant that they couldn't resist it at all.

Dowey Jones smiled at them.

"Have you thought of that scene?

I didn't lie to you."

Dowey Jones said sincerely that he did not lie. He had not lied to anyone, not even himself.

"I do what I say."

The eyes of those goblin masters were red.

"All I need is that you really create that treasure."

"Famous for generations to come."

"Spread forever."

Every word Du Wei said seemed to hit their hearts, making them panic.

"We need materials."

A goblin master swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but said.

"Very good, very motivated."

Du Wei stood up and said, "List everything you want, and I will give you everything you want in a short time.

Gentlemen."

He opened his arms as if to embrace them, and said in a low but powerful voice: "Remember, you are making history, the history of wizards, and the history of goblins.

From today on, all fairies will know your names.

You are no longer active unknowns, and your names are no longer just spread among goblins.

Make this thing, everyone, when the time comes, your names will be engraved on the inscription, and you will be called creators, master alchemists, and forging craftsmen who cannot be forgotten."

Duwei looked at them and said softly: "You will be the same as the goblin who forged the Gryffindor sword, and your name will go down in history, even if you are the master of Gringotts."

He looked at the goblins with their chests rising and falling, and said with a smile: "Many years from now, people will only remember Gringotts, but they will not know who made Gringotts.

But when everyone hears your name, they will be in awe.

Because of you, we created a treasure that will be handed down from generation to generation.

When the time comes, the names of you craftsmen will be praised forever.

As for those despicable business names, they will be lost to everyone."

He looked at these goblin masters and bowed to them.

"So, now, please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to you great people.

Thank you for creating history, thank you for supporting the legend.

Now, get to work, gentlemen, to make history."

"To make history!"

A goblin master shouted loudly. He was so excited that he wanted to jump up. Du Wei tilted his head towards him.

The other goblin masters didn't speak, but they lowered their heads. Several goblin masters stood together. If Du Wei didn't know what they were talking about and looked at their red faces, Du Wei would have thought they were fighting.

Several goblin masters looked at them excitedly.

Duwei picked up the wand.

He pointed the wand at his head, and the powerful forgetting spell hit his head, causing Duwei's head to fall back.

In the disbelieving eyes of the goblin masters, Du Wei fell straight to the ground, and his whole body bounced up a bit.

The Goblin Master is screaming, rushing over to rescue Dowey Jones!

They haven't finished their own creation yet!

How can the person who provided the materials die?

I ignored these goblin masters.

Du Wei began to look through his memories!

When he learned that he was a Horcrux, he already had a plan.

The majestic memories, disappeared details, and forgotten corners all appeared under Duwei Jones's powerful forgetting spell. Time was going backwards, and the salty sea breeze blew on his face. Duwei saw the disgusting cell.

, the cockroaches that are everywhere, the rats, and the dementors flying around.

Dowey Jones, who was curled up on the ground like a wet puppy, was stuffing a mouse into his mouth.

Malice is like a tide, constantly hitting Du Wei!

But that was not what Du Wei wanted. Du Wei continued to search. He was trudging in pain, surrounded by pain, crying, but his footsteps still kept pace.

Finally, in the vast sea of ​​memories, Du Wei saw a green fragment.

It floats quietly deep in his consciousness.

Duwei was sitting on the boat. Behind him was Bella who was mocking him. In the sea was a shark swimming around.

It's right next to the shark.

Du Wei saw it, and it seemed to also see Du Wei. This time, Du Wei was braver.

He jumped into the sea, got close to the shark, got close to the debris.

He saw what looked like fragments of a mirror.

On this memory fragment, every edge and corner reflects a person's face.

It's Duwei, and it's also Voldemort.

"Tom."

Du Wei gently stretched out his hand and touched the cold soul fragment.

After a burst of distortion, Du Wei fell, fell, and fell from a height like blue smoke.

After a frightening feeling of falling, Duwei stood next to Tom Riddle.

This is on a Muggle street.

He stood on the side of the street and saw Tom Riddle standing on the rainy street, the rain was pouring.

In front of him, a woman died on the road. The heavy rain washed over her face, unable to wash away the sadness on her face.

Her eyes were wide open, and Riddle's appearance was reflected in her cloudy pupils.

She is Merope Gaunt.

Tom Riddle's biological mother.