The young lady in the room didn't answer, and the silence lasted for a while.
"You are recovering very well, Mr. Dark Lord. If you are willing to continue to stay in the forest, maybe it won't be long before you get a healthy body."
Frank discovered a new world from this sentence. Someone actually named himself the Dark Lord? What is this, who would use such a strange nickname? Frank had a premonition that he was involved in a strange incident. In front of him, the men and women in the house were probably not good people who obeyed the rules.
"A healthy body, yes, yes -"
The voice of the man known as the Dark Lord was full of emotion, and he could finally hear some normal emotions.
"I must admit, I never thought I would use this method. Yes, as long as I am more patient, I can restore my original magic power. How wonderful, but-"
The Dark Lord changed his words and his voice became cold again.
"I think you also know, Miss Cliona, that forest is no longer safe. People from the Ministry of Magic may appear there at any time. Ah - I trust you, Miss Cliona, those rabble will not I'm your opponent, but until I regain all my mana, it would be in our interest to keep a low profile—"
"If you hadn't insisted on killing that woman, Bertha Jorkins--"
Frank could hear the anger in the cold voice of the woman who was already identified as Cliona, but what Frank was more concerned about was that they killed a woman named Bertha Jorkins!
A murder!
The blood was rushing in Frank's old veins, and his head was buzzing.
"Dealing with memories is not difficult for wizards and us, but you still insist on killing her - I don't mean to criticize your style of doing things, Mr. Dark Lord, but your actions undoubtedly put us in danger."
The atmosphere in the room became so tense that Frank almost thought that the pair of murderers were going to start an internal fight.
There was another nauseating silence. Just when Frank had decided to leave the old house and go to warn the villagers, the man who had always turned his back to him started talking again.
"Processing memory. Yes, you did make this suggestion, Miss Cliona, but I remember I also explained it to you-"
The Dark Lord said coldly,
"Changing memory is not a safe way. If you meet a powerful wizard, the forgetting spell will not work. This has been confirmed when I interrogated her, hasn't it?"
The more Frank listened, the more confused he became, and the cold voice continued, but his tone became much smoother.
"We are allies who gain mutual trust, aren't we? Miss Cliona, you followed the instructions of the ancestors to find me, expecting me to help you out of the predicament, and when I am at a low point, I have no one to rely on except you. We are We are allies who support each other, so we should be honest with each other. You have always disapproved of the plan I felt like executing to regain my strength, right?"
The young lady's voice never sounded, only the man known as the Dark Lord was talking to himself,
"I have my own reasons for using that boy. I have expressed my firm determination to you, Miss Cliona. I will not use anyone else. I have been waiting for thirteen years. I will wait a few more months." It doesn't matter. As for the tight protection of the boy, I believe that my plan will work. By then, I will have no shortcomings, and you will be about to end your wandering destiny that has lasted for many centuries."
The woman in the room is none other than Amosta, who has been searching for a year without any news, the contemporary priest of Druidism, Vitia Cliona.
Compared with a year ago, Vitiya has not changed much. But when facing the notorious Dark Lord in the wizarding world, her gentle and comfortable temperament disappeared. Her emerald eyes were always alert, and when there was no wind, her slightly floating emerald green hair could prove that. , her strength is always ready to go.
"Mr. Dark Lord——"
Vitiya lowered her eyes to avoid focusing on the crouched monster on the chair. Over the past year, she has regretted her impulsive decisions many times, even though such decisions came from the double snake staff and the instructions of her ancestors.
If the Druid had to rely on the power of a wizard to get out of trouble, there were many options to choose from, but she undoubtedly found the worst one.
"We are not wizards, but we know very well what Harry Potter means to the wizarding world. You want to use him, even risking the wrath of Albus Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore is just an old fool, he is no longer what he used to be-"
Even Frank, who didn't understand anything about the situation, could tell that the Dark Lord seemed a little afraid of the man named Albus Dumbledore, and his rebuttal tone was filled with a hint of humiliation.
The weak firelight in the fireplace reflected Vitiya's white cheeks, and formed a beautiful silhouette on the wooden floor that was full of holes.
The Dark Lord. Or rather, Voldemort——
This is definitely not a wizard that a Druid who respects life and nature would appreciate, but due to fate, they stand together.
"Even so-"
Vitiya knew that she could not convince the evil wizard in front of her, but she still hoped that he could maintain some sense.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Vitia's voice was full of exhaustion, "There is more than just Albus Dumbledore in Hogwarts."
Not counting the guy in front of him who had blasphemed his life and had completely turned into a devil and a monster, the wizard who landed on the Island of Avalon with him was the most powerful and dangerous wizard that Vitia had ever seen in her life. To this day, Vitiya could not forget that in the temple at the center of the island, after she got the double snake staff, the man's eyes made her feel the trembling anger.
Amosta Blaine.
This man's reputation used to only shine in the underground world of wizards, but recently, his reputation has gradually become known to the world.
"The Head of Student Safety Office at Hogwarts, Amosta Brain - Mr. Dark Lord, you saw the wizard's newspaper, he may be more dangerous."
If the person the Dark Lord is afraid of is Albus Dumbledore, then Vitia herself is trying her best to avoid bumping into Amosta Braine again. But she knows in her heart that since she chose to follow the legacy left by her ancestors, After prophecy, this day will come sooner or later.
"Amosta Blaine, ah, the young man who killed Greyback?"
The Dark Lord was obviously amused, and he said in an obviously joking tone,
"Yes, yes, the prophet said that he killed Fenrir and many of his men alone, but Miss Cliona, this is not a difficult task. Let me tell you, this is right. It's easy for you, isn't it? Why should we worry about a clown brought out by Dumbledore?"
Vitiya's bright eyes flickered and she was unwilling to say a word.
Voldemort knew that he had not convinced the little girl, but he didn't care at all, as long as she was willing to obey his orders, and for her offense against the great Dark Lord, he would punish her accordingly after he got his body back. Of course, he would not kill her. After all, the Dark Lord would reward those who had provided help.
After she completely obeys, and after the wizarding world is completely under control, he will help Vitia Cliona get rid of the forces that persecuted them. After all, the Holy See is quite prestigious in the Muggle world, and destroying this power can make Muggles more intuitively aware of Voldemort's greatness.
Some thoughts passed through Voldemort's heart, and he smiled coldly,
"I think I've convinced you, right, Miss Cliona. So, before we go to bed, let's entertain tonight's mysterious guest—"
Mysterious guest?
Frank's mind went blank for a moment, and a lot of things happened in the next moment.
He finally saw the man's true form emerging from behind the high-back soft chair. What kind of monster was that? The strong visual impact made the frightened Frank's eyesight go dark.
"Nagini!"
"Don't hurt innocent lives anymore!"
The two shouts sounded almost at the same time, and the green glow and cold green light penetrated his drooped eyelids. Frank had no time to care about the strange sentence he heard, and completely fainted.
Meanwhile, two hundred miles away.
In the bedroom of No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry woke up from his sleep with cold sweat on his forehead.
(End of chapter)
