The card draw starts in Azkaban

After finishing speaking, Du Wei stared at the island not far away. Voldemort's boat was hidden in the darkness. It was different from Du Wei's imagination. Dumbledore found this boat because he was looking for the magic that had existed here.

Clues.

But Sirius is too clumsy.

He only thought of this matter after Du Wei's constant reminders, but he could not find any traces of Voldemort's previous spells.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, then tapped the back of his hand with his wand, and calmly found the place where the boat was.

How did Sirius find it? Well, needless to say, it looks a bit stupid anyway.

He was quite calm and collected at first.

But Du Wei was aside, he didn't say anything, he just looked at him with that amusing look. Sirius Black used two or three methods, but they had no effect, and he was a little angry.

"Don't look away, don't look."

"I know."

"You know, why are you still reading?"

"Looking at the joke."

Sirius almost kicked Du Wei into the lake.

Now, Sirius was standing on the shore. Du Wei looked back and saw Sirius on the side, watching the fight between the Inferi and the Acromantula.

He is weak, pitiful, and helpless between these two forces.

Voldemort's boat can only carry one person at a time.

This person is a wizard with magical abilities.

If they were Muggles, as long as they could fit in, ten Muggles would be fine.

It's not calculated by weight, it's calculated by magic power.

Du Wei is not a human being, his magic power is not as good as that of a third grade wizard.

So he was safe and sound on the boat.

Another Voldemort counts.

The two people came to the shore, and Du Wei asked his eyes to fall on the basin in the center of the island. It was a stone basin, and inside, there was a box lying faintly.

That's Slytherin's locket, but a fake one.

This is what Regulus gained by sacrificing himself.

Du Wei looked at the deep stone basin, and as he had expected, he took it out of his arms, sniffed it, and asked it to spit out the golden cup.

"Come on, little Tom, have a cup of your potion and try it."

He said in a demonic tone, scooped up the potion in the golden cup, and poured it into the mouth of Voldemort who could not resist!

One cup.

One cup.

Another glass.

Voldemort began to twitch, and purple cards began to fall out beside him.

While Du Wei was feeding Voldemort the medicine, he also collected all these purple cards on his body.

【Avada Kedavra】

【Avada Kedavra】

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[Transfiguration·Snake]

【Without a trace】

【Manufacture of Horcrux】

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Du Wei kept pouring potions into Voldemort, and Voldemort struggled wildly. Even the ribbon on his body was broken by his force!

But the strange thing is that he did not cast a curse on Duwei. It can be seen that the potion created by Voldemort himself is astonishingly effective.

Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, had a tongue. He kept resisting with both hands and pushed Du Wei's hand away.

He is crying.

"No, please, no, don't ask me to drink this."

He begged Du Wei bitterly and even shed tears.

"It's okay, little Tom, it's okay, just drink it.

Drink this stuff, it won't kill you."

Du Wei coaxed Voldemort gently, holding his neck with one hand and forcefully pouring the potion into his stomach with the other. He watched Voldemort's constant confession, kept talking to him, and told him the secrets from the past,

I wanted to ask Du Wei to let go, but Du Wei's hand was as steady as if it were made of iron.

He steadily poured the potion into Voldemort's mouth.

He was still talking softly.

"It's okay, Tom, it's okay.

This is the price you deserve, Tom. This is the punishment you deserve.

Come, drink these potions.

And several potions, Tom."

Du Wei spoke in his ears in a low voice, like a devil, and asked him to drink a glass of potion again.

A lot of potions, a lot of cards.

But Du Wei didn't care about this.

What he cares about is the pleasure of revenge, which is so sweet that you can indulge in it.

The smile on his face was a little scary.

But his tone was still so gentle that people couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

"It's okay, I'm here, Tom, Tom, drink these things, Tom, good times are yet to come."

He whispered in Tom's ear. His expression was so serious and pious that he risked connecting to the real Voldemort in his mind. Seeing all this, he became furious and his magic power exploded.

"****"

Slang, foul language that cannot be broadcast, Voldemort shouted like a madman in Grimmauld Place.

The Death Eaters around him, especially Lucius, were so frightened that they trembled. He looked at the extremely angry Voldemort and wanted to stay away, but he didn't dare.

Voldemort didn't care about the people around him.

The anger in my heart almost burned me.

When Nagini told him what Duwei had said through snake language, Voldemort felt that his heart was being tightly grasped by a big hand.

He had not felt this suffocating feeling for a long time.

Dowey Jones, he actually found the location of his Horcrux?

Who told him?

How many has he found?

Was he the one who destroyed the first Horcrux?

Under these questions, he connected to Dowey Jones's brain, and the first thing he felt was an unexpected sense of pleasure.

Logically speaking, if he enters other people's brains, he will see what they are thinking in their brains.

Especially this person, he even touched the inside of his own lair.

His Horcrux was also found.

How could he not be curious?

But this time, Voldemort did not dare. He had no intention of penetrating into Dowey Jones's mind.

He is afraid.

He can remain detached at will.

He tortured Dowey Jones?

As long as Dowey Jones doesn't come to torture him.

He entered Du Wei's mind, and what he saw was this scene. He was like a disabled person, praying hard for the person in front of him.

He saw it.

He saw that Du Wei had not deceived him. He had indeed arrived at the place where he hid the Horcrux. He had not deceived himself either. Here, he saw another version of himself.

He looked at this other self, begging hard and showing his ugly face, looking at this other self, so humble and heartbreaking.

Voldemort exploded.

He felt extremely angry!

That feeling, that feeling, that damn feeling!

It was as if he had returned to the orphanage, to the day when Dumbledore came to find him. On that day, he was nothing, knew nothing, and knew nothing.

He has no control over his destiny, like a small boat in a storm.

Arranged at will.

He couldn't accept himself like this.

Weak without strength!

His true self!

"Dowey Jones."

He uttered his most vicious curse on this name. The power of this curse was so powerful that it reminded him of that day when he was ostracized and rejected.

The curse is gathering, and the everlasting evil appears from the world and descends from the world.

Just like his curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

This kind of curse cannot be copied. To issue such a curse requires the right time, right place, people, Voldemort, no, Tom Riddle. He still can't forget the day when Principal Dippet rejected him.

That day, it was a morning, and it was still snowing outside.

He sat in front of the desk and looked at Principal Dippet, the bald and thin old principal. Tom's heart was full of pride and confidence at that time. He did not deny that he had some special qualities when he came here.

His thoughts, for example, are hiding his Horcrux in Hogwarts.

But he had never doubted that he was about to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

He really wants to be a professor.

He also felt that he was qualified to be this professor.

If he is not qualified to be the Headmaster of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, then who else in the world is qualified?

But he was ruthlessly rejected.

"It's not because of your professional ability." When Principal Dippet said this, he seemed a little hesitant, but he couldn't help but said: "It's just because we have some problems here, uh, Tom

, you may not be suitable to be a professor.

It’s not due to magic.”

He said with some embarrassment.

Voldemort felt extremely heartbroken at this moment.

Something he had been pursuing was shattered.

He felt calm. He calmly thanked Principal Dippet and walked out of Hogwarts calmly. But his emotions were like an active volcano exploding under the sea. At least on the surface, he looked calm.

, he seemed to be indifferent to this matter, but inside, he was completely furious!

Walking out of Hogwarts, Voldemort let out a heart-rending cry, and at the same time, he also issued a curse, which later became famous as a curse on the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

No one, no one, can successfully serve as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for one semester and escape unscathed.

The combination of extreme emotions and extreme power, even Voldemort himself, who teaches the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts, will be cursed by his own curse!

It was also impossible for him to complete his one-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts intact.

This has nothing to do with his ability. As the originator of the curse, he cannot undo the curse. If Dowey Jones only takes away his Horcrux, he may be furious and lose his temper, but he will never act like

Like now, like now, I hate someone, want to destroy, want to kill such a person with my own hands.

No, maybe instead of killing him, he wanted to torture Du Wei. The torture made Du Wei worse than death, because not only did Du Wei find his Horcrux.

More importantly, he did something that no one else had done.

This incident is a past that he cannot bear to look back on.

He showed his cowardly self in front of him!

Voldemort feared and hated Dumbledore because he was the mountain that he could never climb over when he was young, and it was also the past that he could not bear to look back on when he was young.

He does not allow his weakness and frailty to appear in front of anyone.

So he even treated his own name as a taboo and gave himself a name, Voldemort. So he killed his father, grandfather and grandmother, and dealt with the Gaunt family. He killed everyone who might reveal himself.

Weak people.

But today, he discovered that everything he did was a joke.

Because, Dowey Jones.

Du Wei accurately danced on the blade and found the past that Voldemort didn't want others to see. Therefore, at this moment, Voldemort's magic power surged out of control, as if he was an Obscurus.

An Obscurial who never went to school!

"boom"!

In Voldemort's hand, the wand almost shattered, and the majestic magic power was knocked out from the tip of his wand and hit his eyes!

This is not a magic spell, this is just pure magical power. Like a bomb, it turned into flames and instantly broke through all the defenses of the Black Mansion in front of it.

Even Dumbledore, who had just received the news and rushed over via the Floo Network, only had time to protect everyone inside and teleport them out instantly.

Even the painting that reported the news was not protected!

The person who tipped off the news here was Sirius's great-great-grandfather, who was once the headmaster of Hogwarts.

However, he may also be one of the least popular principals at Hogwarts, because he is an advocate of the pure blood theory. During his tenure, he did his best to deal with "Mudbloods" and mixed-blood wizards.

Oppression is also extremely laissez-faire for pure-blood families.

But no matter what he was, he was still the principal of Hogwarts. After his death, his portrait was hung in the principal's office of Hogwarts, and he still served Hogwarts.

After delivering the news, he found that his home was gone!