novelslam Chapter 725 Prophecy Ball
Chapter 725 Prophecy Ball
Chapter 725 Prophecy Ball
The candle wick burned and crackled.
A ghostly light illuminated a small area and cast long shadows on the stone wall behind.
This is a long and narrow room.
The walls are all rough stone, and it looks like a prison cell, and it looks like a niche designed by the believers for placing statues.
But in this room, there are neither prisoners nor statues.
Under the dim candlelight, there was only a pale face, lifeless and empty eye sockets, facing the room.
A skull.
The skull sits on a precarious table against the back wall.Two human leg bones are placed on both sides, and there are some bottles and jars on the table.
By the wall next to the table, there was a ferocious rune snake lying cross-legged, with three heads staring straight at the figure on the wall.
The figures were blurred like ghosts.
The owner of the ghost image stood in front of the wall with his eyes closed, as if he was in deep sleep, or in deep thought.
A servant knelt on the ground humbly, pointed his wand at his master's blackened arm, and softly chanted complicated spells.
The potions on the table were all poured on the arms, but the black poison was only slightly dimmed.
The corrosion of the potion brought incomparable pain, and Voldemort opened his eyes.
He was hairless, snake-like, with two slender nostrils, and a pair of shining red eyes with vertical pupils.
Voldemort lowered his head and looked at Snape who was healing himself.
Snape's eyes, looking right at the wall, could see a small patch of faded graffiti - scrawled ten capital letters.
VOLE DE MORT
"This is French." Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse. "I engraved it 50 years ago, but I didn't expect it to still exist now."
VOLE DE MORT is Voldemort, also his name - Voldemort.
"This room, which I called the 'reflection room' back then, was for me to think about death."
With the slender fingers of his left arm, Voldemort slowly stroked the wall, touching the French letters that meant "keep away from death".
"I gained a valuable insight into the fleeting nature of life by contemplating the inevitability of death."
Snape turned his gaze from the letters to the fresh skull on the table.
It sounds very deep, but this room later became a place where Voldemort specially tortured wizards.
—Like Grindelwald's Nurmengard Castle.
It wasn't that long ago that Voldemort was here, torturing and murdering a Death Eater.
He never thought about his own death, but the death of others!
"I taught you the mission, how is it going, Severus?"
Staring at the arm, Voldemort could clearly feel that the toxin was eroding his arm.
The pain tormented him day and night.
"Stark...he's cautious," Snape whispered. "He doesn't trust me as much, like that stupid dog Blake."
"I thought it was mostly you who taught him his outstanding level of potions." Voldemort's tone was sarcasm.
"It seems that it has nothing to do with you. He taught it by himself?"
"Stark and I have never had a good relationship." Snape bowed his head.
"Except for the knowledge taught in class, I have never given him potion counseling after class."
Voldemort frowned and said: "In addition to his magical attainments, he is also a master of potions.
It seems... William Stark has more secrets than I thought. "
"Master, with all due respect, why not resurrect it?" Snape suggested sincerely.
"Change another body, we are all by your side, this time it will be easy."
Voldemort pursed his thin lips, but did not answer.
This body contains Harry's blood and Lily's protection charm!
It took so much effort to get Potter out and bring him back to life... He couldn't bear it!
It is really easy to change a body now, but that magical power is gone.
At the very least, he can no longer touch Harry's skin!
The death 14 years ago is still vivid in his mind, and the fear of being rebounded by his own death curse still lingers in Voldemort's heart.
Even under the influence of poison, he was unwilling to change his body before killing Harry.
"But... it's time to make a double-handed plan." Voldemort thought to himself.
If Snape couldn't get the antidote, this body might not last for two years, and he would die sooner or later.
Voldemort had to figure out what happened that year.
What did that prophecy say—its full content! !
The candlelight flickered suddenly, and a gust of air blew through it. After a while, it went dark and then brightened again.
Lucius Malfoy pushed open the door and walked into the cramped room in fear.
He breathed in a choking potion smell, which became stronger and penetrated straight into his nostrils.
The room was very humid, and the humidity in the air made the smell even worse.
Malfoy knew that Voldemort was injured by Stark, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.
Malfoy didn't look up, didn't even have the desire to check the injury, still lowered his eyelids, and said respectfully:
"Master, the conference room has been packed and is completely ready for use."
It used to be one of the strongholds of Death Eaters before Voldemort's downfall.After his accident, this place was also abandoned.
Unexpectedly, many years later, it became the shelter of Death Eaters again.
"No, don't use the conference room, just talk here."
After so many years of wandering, Voldemort would not fully believe anyone now.
This period of time is very important, every step he takes must be cautious.
Therefore, the missions of the Death Eaters are independent and confidential from each other.Once there is a leak, he can quickly know who are... traitors.
Voldemort looked at Snape: "Very well...you can go. Call Avery."
Snape packed the potion, bowed and stepped back quickly, and retreated through the door.
In the room, there are only Malfoy and Voldemort.Malfoy's body tensed, and he seemed terrified.
Crunch!
The door opened again, and Avery walked in quickly, kneeling next to Malfoy.
"This is a strictly confidential mission." Voldemort said softly.
"I need you two, get me something."
"What, master?" Avery showed a flattering smile: "As long as you want, no matter where, we will throw our lives and get it for you."
"What if I let you go to Hogwarts?" Voldemort sneered. "Go and kill Stark!"
Malfoy swallowed, isn't this going to die?
Avery's eyes were also full of horror, and he raised his head and said, "Master, if we enter Hogwarts, we may be discovered by Dumbledore."
Voldemort snorted.
Sooner or later, he would enter Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore and Stark with his own hands.
"No need to go to Hogwarts..." he said grimly.
Malfoy's and Avery's bodies visibly softened, but then stiffened.
The Dark Lord said coldly: "We are going to the Department of Mysteries Management of the Ministry of Magic, just get me something."
Malfoy and Avery looked at each other uneasily.
How could the Ministry of Magic be so easy to break into and steal things inside.
"What, is there any difficulty?" Voldemort's red eyes stared at the two with sharp eyes.
"Of course there is no problem, master!" Avery said cleverly, taking a step ahead. "As long as you give the order, any problem is no longer a problem."
It was a step slower!
Malfoy was secretly annoyed that he hadn't licked the Dark Lord for more than ten years... his skills were a little rusty.
"Do you have any plans?" Voldemort approached Avery.
"Maybe, we can control the Reticent Man of the Department of Mysteries Management." Avery suggested.
He glanced at Malfoy and said sinisterly:
"Lucius and Minister Fudge have always had a good relationship. He can donate the building and take the opportunity to use the Imperius Curse to control Broderick Bird of the Department of Mysteries."
Malfoy secretly glared at Avery.
Let him take the risk, let him donate the building?
Despicable fellow!
Voldemort stepped on Avery's head, picked Malfoy's chin with his wand, leaned in front of him, and asked:
"Do you have any questions?"
"me……"
Looking at the ugly face so close at hand, Malfoy changed his face at the speed of light, flattering and licking:
"Of course there is no problem, even if I donate all the property of the Malfoy family, I have no problem, master.
but……"
"But what?"
"I want Avery to help me. I'm afraid I can't complete the task alone. Don't delay your big event."
Avery grunted inwardly, and looked at Malfoy coldly.
"Of course." Voldemort said lazily, "I'll give you two months. I don't want to hear any news of failure."
He smiled grimly.
"What the losers will suffer...you know."
Malfoy and Avery shuddered together.
"What do we need to steal, Master?" Malfoy couldn't help asking after a moment.
"A...prophecy ball! About me and Harry Potter!"
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