Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.
In the past, white peacocks could be seen roaming the manor, but now they have disappeared.
The interior of the manor is very luxurious, with luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors.
In the living room, the purple wallpaper gives it a more luxurious feel.
But now, that nobility has been replaced by gloom.
The fog lingering in Malfoy Manor has not lifted all year long.
No one knows how many extremely evil guys there are in this manor.
Lucius Malfoy sat timidly on the right side of the long table, and Lippi, whose pseudonym was Drogon, was lucky enough to sneak into one of the seats.
The Death Eaters who escaped Azkaban returned to their masters, but they also needed to withstand the pressure from Voldemort.
Voldemort was in a bad mood.
Everyone can see it.
The Dark Lord was in a dangerous state, and no one wanted to get into trouble.
Even Bieber, who is a die-hard fan, is the same.
They lowered their heads, not daring to look at that face.
"Who can tell me?" Voldemort said.
He turned his attention to Lucius and said, "Lucius, tell me what we need to do most."
Lucius trembled slightly, swallowed, and said with a trembling voice, "Master, we need to go to the Department of Mysteries to get that thing."
"You're wrong, Lucius."
Lucius trembled violently. Before the panic appeared on his face, he heard Voldemort say, "Only Harry Potter can take down that thing. We need Harry Potter."
All the Death Eaters listened to Voldemort.
Voldemort's voice became violent, "And that Johnny Silverhand who is against us!"
"He's like a bug in the gutter. I want to crush him all the time."
Voldemort was full of rage, and Lucius, who was closest to him, felt it was difficult to breathe.
"However," the anger suddenly disappeared, and Voldemort returned to normal and said, "after we get the thing in hand, we can crush the bug to death."
Set a strategic goal and take what's in the Department of Mysteries.
But how to lure Potter there?
Voldemort has the answer to this question.
He looked at the only person present who wasn't a Death Eater.
"Narcissa, I need you to do something for me."
Being stared at by those cold snake eyes, Narcissa felt a chill in her body, but she was not Lucius.
She nodded slowly.
The meeting was dissolved.
Lucius cast worried eyes on his wife, and Narcissa felt warm in her heart.
"You have to be careful." Lucius grabbed his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't disobey your master."
Coward.
Narcissa gave her husband a hard look.
After Lucius finished speaking, he looked back at Voldemort and left quickly with worry.
Needing to remain calm, Narcissa respectfully went over and obeyed Voldemort's command.
But just when Voldemort was about to speak, his expression changed.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Narcissa felt that Voldemort had briefly lost consciousness.
After waking up, Voldemort stumbled and held on to the table.
"Dark Lord?" Narcissa looked over.
Voldemort had doubts in his eyes, and he felt something leaving.
"This is the second time."
His expression was uncertain, and even he didn't know what was going on.
This has never happened before, it's too sudden.
He immediately thought of Horcruxes, but that was not the case.
Even if something happened to the Horcrux, it shouldn't be like this.
What happened?
"Who is the Golden Cup?" Voldemort suddenly felt uneasy.
Gringotts' golden cup was missing, and he didn't know who had taken it.
Thinking of him as the majestic Dark Lord, he shouldn't feel like this.
It was only others who were afraid of Voldemort, not him.
That feeling lasted only a short moment. After he came to his senses, he showed a hint of murderous intent towards Narcissa.
This posture of mine was seen by others.
His first reaction was to kill the man.
But Narcissa is not only Lucius's wife, but also Bellatrix's sister, and a pawn needed in this plan.
Voldemort hid his murderous intention and asked Narcissa to come over calmly.
He whispered a secret plan into Narcissa's ear.
Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, but when she left the living room, her expression became a little strange.
"What a coincidence."
At this moment, Narcissa even felt ridiculous.
It was such a coincidence that Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort had the same plan.
...
John woke up slowly and sat up, holding his forehead.
Tang Mi didn't show up, and he didn't let anyone in.
The first time after getting up, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
"Has it been a whole night?"
His throat was itchy, and John coughed violently until he spit out a mouthful of black blood.
He stared at the black blood while mentally counting the seconds.
"It's very prudent, because by the time it's discovered, the rescue time has already been missed."
John said with interest, "This brain works better than Crabbe and Goyle."
Voldemort didn't know if it was because he had split too many souls, but he seemed unworthy of the Dark Lord's wisdom.
But once he was able to force the Ministry of Magic into such a state of embarrassment, Voldemort was not confused in some areas.
On the surface, Crabbe and Goyle came in as Death Eaters to poison John, but in fact they arranged for someone to do so.
"A two-handed strategy. You're pretty good at these shady things, Tom."
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, John cleaned up the black blood.
The golden cup fell to the ground. After picking it up, it no longer had that cold and evil feeling.
"Hufflepuff's golden cup." John muttered, stroking the golden cup with his fingers. "The things left by Hufflepuff should not be ordinary."
The silver hand stretched out his fingers and tapped the golden cup. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and said in surprise: "The craftsmanship here is not inferior to the sword of Gryffindor, and it has the same magical existence as Ravenclaw's crown."
Putting the gold cup away, John collected two of the four relics.
The remaining Slytherin locket should be at 12 Grimmauld Place.
The Horcrux was already clear, and a smile appeared on John's lips.
"Tom, I think we're going to meet soon."
It was already noon the next day when I walked out of the secret room.
Riddle, the black long-eared owl, closed his eyes comfortably in the lavender garden, with Basil beside him.
Basil saw John and flew over with wings fluttering.
John took the envelope out of its mouth and opened it.
With a look of surprise in his eyes, John lit the letter and burned it.
Tang Mi walked to the garden and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw John appear.
Tang Mi said respectfully, "Sir, Old Batty is here to visit."
"That's a coincidence," John adjusted his clothes and said with a smile, "I happened to be looking for him."
He raised his hand to brush his face, and a silver mask appeared on his face.
Transformed into Johnny Silverhand, John said to Tang Mi, "Get me some snacks."
"The one you gave to Ozzie Hilde last time was pretty good."
Tang Mi's rare face turned red, he coughed twice and said, "Those snacks were bought by my subordinates."
"If you didn't buy it at a discount of 10% off the raw material price, I might praise you." John glanced at Tang Mi.
Tang Mi stopped talking. He was afraid that if he continued to talk, there might be problems with his salary.
Arriving at the study, old Batty was sitting there, with short gray hair and a meticulous look.
"Old Barty, I haven't congratulated you yet." John walked into the study and shook hands with Old Barty and smiled; "Minister Crouch is the most popular minister in the past twenty years."
Old Batty laughed, obviously in a good mood.
After John sat down, Old Barty did not hide anything and said: "I came here on official business. There are many places in the Ministry of Magic that need repair and renovation."
"As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic does not have such a budget yet." John crossed his fingers on his chin.
Old Batty said with approval, "It was originally like this, but the equipment maintenance costs were saved, and some fools who forgot to pay taxes sent taxes."
It can be seen that those fools are not really fools and are afraid of being settled by Old Buddy.
Because of these relationships, the Ministry of Magic now has some extra money.
So Barty Sr. finally no longer has to stare at the Magic Brothers fountain statue and wonder when to tear it down and sell it for money.
However, when he heard that Old Barty was going to renovate the Ministry of Magic, a strange color flashed in John's eyes.
He said bewitchingly, "Old Barty, I have a suggestion that can save you a lot of money."
Old Barty's expression changed when he heard this, and he looked at the enigmatic Johnny Silverhand.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
