Late at night, on a slightly desolate mountain.

An old house covered with ivy stood on the mountain, surrounded by the glow of spells. Felix ignored it. He looked at the dark window on the top floor and gently pushed open the door. It was quiet inside.

He passed a dark corridor, at the end of which was an ancient door.

As he got closer, he heard some sounds, a wheezing sound of bellows, like a dying patient. There were other voices inside, fiddling with bottles and jars, and then the sound of liquid being poured into bottles.

"Bring the potion here!" said a cold voice.

Felix heard the sound of liquid being poured into the throat, and a painful groan came from inside. The person who drank the potion was suffering great pain, and he stopped for a long time.

"You'd better hope that your son intercepts that elf, otherwise you will suffer..." The cold voice seemed to be talking to someone, but Felix could not hear any response. He tapped his forehead lightly. Under the magic perspective, he saw three sources of magic.

One was slightly normal, but the other two were... shockingly evil.

Barty Crouch, Voldemort and a dark wizard? What was the difference between Voldemort's special state, and why was Dumbledore not optimistic about this trip?

Felix was thinking in his mind, and the teleportation mirror was swinging in his pocket. He raised his wand and aimed at one of the directions where the magic fluctuations were more obvious. The black arc continued to accumulate at the tip of the wand, ready to go in the blink of an eye.

"Who's outside?" said the cold voice.

"Fuck!"

Black lightning suddenly appeared and penetrated the wooden door. At the same time, Felix pushed the broken wooden door open and entered the room. His body was flashing with the light of various protective items, and he was wearing a windbreaker made of dragon skin and basilisk skin.

In the room, a magic barrier blocked his lightning, and Felix took in everything in the room.

This was a simple room. Barty Crouch was standing behind a chair, which was not surprising. On the chair was a swaddling cloth, and in the swaddling cloth was a baby who looked like a skeleton. There was no hair on his head and face, and his body seemed to be covered with scales. The skin was dark and red, like injured tender meat.

Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face was a flat snake face, with two narrow slits where the eyes should be, and a creepy red light shone through the slits.

"Mr. Voldemort, I have to say that despite my preparation, I was still shocked when I saw you."

Felix said kindly, but his eyes were fixed on the corner of the chair. It was a big snake, at least twelve feet long, and it was crawling up Barty Crouch's body along his legs. The snake was very smart, hiding most of its body behind Crouch, and sticking its head out from Crouch's neck, making a hissing sound.

Felix's initial target was the snake.

The big snake had more magic power than the weak baby-like Voldemort in front of him! He had previously judged the owner wrongly based on the magic perspective, no, maybe it was right...

Horcrux.

A word flashed through Felix's mind.

Voldemort actually used a living creature as a Horcrux. Didn't he think that after the creature died, it would dissipate with his soul fragments?

He had a true understanding of Voldemort's madness.

"Take Nagini away first." Voldemort, sitting on the chair, ordered.

At this moment, a black lightning suddenly appeared and headed straight for Barty Crouch, or more precisely, the snake head on the right side of his neck.

"Ziziziz!"

After a tooth-grinding sound of electricity, the black lightning was forcibly deflected, tearing a hole in the wall, and sparse moonlight poured in.

Felix stared at Voldemort intently, breathing heavily, and his chest roared like a bellows. But this was enough to move people. A temporary body constructed by potions and magic actually blocked his attacks twice in the nick of time.

He didn't try to intercept him again, and Barty Crouch had already disappeared with the snake. Someone was waiting for them outside. I wonder if Voldemort would vomit blood when he knew about it.

The white flames slowly emerged from behind him. Felix looked at Voldemort and asked with interest: "You actually covered the rear yourself. This is different from my impression of you... They are very important to you?"

"What made you come up with this absurd idea?" Voldemort said slowly. The two spells before overwhelmed him. His baby-like body leaned on the back of the chair, like a pool of talking meat.

He said in a very hoarse voice: "If you have experienced my experience and felt my despair, you will realize that even a puppet, a humble elf, cannot be easily given up..."

"So that's it, you don't have enough manpower." Felix nodded slightly, and the reason why Winky survived was clear. The flames behind him continued to expand. He stepped out, and the fierce fire poured down like water, starting from his toes and rushing out to the left and right.

The two fire snakes met behind Voldemort and connected into a standard circle, encircling the chair where Voldemort was sitting. Then the flames rose up, and the dark white ropes like chains crisscrossed and woven into an airtight net.

In this net, it was difficult to activate the Apparition or the Portkey.

"You have used Fiendfyre to this extent. In my mind, you are ranked first." Voldemort said softly. He had no intention of escaping and seemed to want to talk to Felix.

Felix looked at him calmly. He had communicated with Dumbledore before, and he knew that he could not be too careful. But inevitably, a question arose in his mind: Why didn't Voldemort stop him? Was it impossible?

"Are you wondering why I didn't fight back?" Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again, "Don't worry, I can't do anything in my current state, my friend... A few months ago, I was still wandering in the Albanian forest, possessing those small animals for a long time. All this made me feel bored, but there was no way. At that time, I was worse than the lowest wandering soul... Only in this way could I find a trace of belonging to the living."

"Until Peter Pettigrew found you."

Felix said. Under the perspective of magic, within the range of sight, there was only Voldemort as a source of magic. There were no door keys, no magic traps, only Voldemort's own weak but extremely evil magic that distorted his perspective.

He suddenly realized that Voldemort really wanted to talk to him because he had no ability to resist.

"Yes, until Peter Pettigrew found me..." said the hoarse and cold voice, "A cowardly servant, although I don't want to admit it, but if he was still there, I would be more relaxed than now. What a pity." His tone was like throwing a usable napkin.

"Peter Pettigrew was taken away by the Ministry of Magic. He was kissed by the Dementors." Felix stated.

"I know... he died. He didn't live for more than a week," Voldemort said coldly. "I have done experiments and have tried to extend their lives as much as possible, but the results are often unsatisfactory."

"When you were still in your prime?" Felix said.

"It was just some boring tricks. When all your servants go out to promote your glory, you need to find something for yourself. Some of my servants... Bella likes to torture people, but I am tired of it. I prefer to study the dark arts, which are as fascinating as the deep starless night..."

Voldemort said in a long tone, politely. His voice was not as harsh as it was at the beginning. Perhaps it was because of the tone that Felix actually thought of an academic conference.

At this time, he said slowly: "My friend, open your flame a little more, we have enough time."

Felix was unmoved, but instead pressed the flame cage lower. He had extremely high control over the fierce fire. Except for the circle of charred marks on the ground, other items in the room were intact.

"Don't you have something to say? I'm still listening, but please forgive my limited patience."

Voldemort sneered, "I once thought of you as the second Dumbledore, but you don't have his patience..."

"Voldemort, you always boast about your achievements in the dark arts, but you can't beat Dumbledore. Do you know how people evaluate the relationship between you? He is the only person you fear. I am curious, if you have not received a real lesson, will you allow such rumors to spread?"

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort chewed on the name in a low voice, his voice became colder, "The old guy hid himself too well, everyone was deceived by him, he is a great hypocrite." He

looked at Felix, grinned and sneered, "Perhaps all of you think of him as an old man who can only talk nonsense?"

"Isn't it? He is more than a hundred years old." Felix asked, picking up the key points in his words, the words of the enemy are also valuable.

Voldemort made a contemptuous sound, but he did not follow Felix's topic. "I've learned about you, learned about you in detail... Felix Hep, I'm surprised to find that our backgrounds are very similar," he said softly, "We both have no choice but to live in a Muggle orphanage. We are equally gifted, but have to endure strange looks--"

"Sorry, I was very happy in the orphanage." Felix interrupted him.

"So that's how it is, Muggle research expert... It's ironic that you are like the opposite of me." The slit in Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and his tone was full of nostalgia. "In fact, I also hoped to become your colleague. According to your age, I might even be your professor. Unfortunately, Dumbledore rejected me without any mercy." Voldemort said with emotion. "He has always been like this."

"You must have been very naughty when you were a child, which is why he has such a bad impression of you." Felix said teasingly.

Voldemort's squinting eyes opened, and his skull-like face became vivid and distorted. "Another, another person who has been brainwashed by him, Felix Hep. I suddenly don't want to kill you anymore. I want to see how he will treat you when you have a conflict with him. As far as I know, you are not an easy person to talk to..."

Felix looked at him with burning eyes, "Is this the characteristic of becoming a Dark Lord? Arrogance and imagination beyond ordinary people?"

"It's self-confidence and strategy." Voldemort corrected. "

Okay," Felix said softly, "Then I need you to go back with me. You'd better tell Dumbledore these words in person. You must have a lot of private things to say."

"There will be such a day, but not today. I will give a moving speech to his corpse." Voldemort said.

Felix opened his hands, then suddenly closed them, and the dark white fire gathered towards the center, condensed into a dark white long sword, and fell suddenly.

He took a few steps back at the same time, squinting his eyes to see what other tricks Voldemort had, but to his surprise, the white Fiery Sword went straight through Voldemort's chest, and the flames splashed, staining Voldemort's swaddling clothes, crawling all over his body, and burning violently with a "crackling" sound.

In the blazing Fiery Fire, Voldemort let out a creepy scream, and his pair of slit-like red eyes widened to the limit, staring at him with blood-red eyes.

"Besides Dumbledore, you are the second person who gave me the feeling of death. I remember you, Felix Hep!"

He screamed miserably, and the whole person turned into firewood for the Fiery Fire. Felix stared at him, and an ethereal shadow rose from above the flames. He looked like smoke condensed, without substance.

If he was in the flames, he would be the flames, and in the water, he would be the water.

"You can't kill me, and I will come back at any time--" The phantom twisted and screamed in pain.

"Swoosh!"

A dazzling green light penetrated the phantom, as if it hit the air, and the killing curse had no effect. Then, silver light flashed in Felix's eyes. The mind hut and Legilimency were used in turn, but the effect was still close to nothing.

Trouble.

Felix thought about this in his mind. His magic was useless against Voldemort's phantom. He remembered the words:

worse than the lowest wandering spirit...

But his hands were still very steady. This was his first meeting with Voldemort, and both of them were slightly surprised. Voldemort protected his Horcrux first, and Felix pretended not to know. He didn't know whether Dumbledore succeeded. If he failed, he could set a trap to kill him the next time they met.

At the same time, Voldemort himself had to stay and use his body as bait. But he was in no state to fight Felix at all. He had already prepared to lose this body. This was nothing to him. Instead, he could take the opportunity to talk to Felix. It would be even better if he could alienate the relationship between Dumbledore and him.

Felix used this rare time to skillfully cast spells - twisted suction, black lightning, green mist, milky white light, golden flames... powerful magic was released in Crouch House, and the light of magic exploded into countless dazzling lights.

He was testing the weaknesses of Voldemort's remaining soul, but Voldemort ignored all these magics, passed through the silver shield, and floated above the ceiling with a big hole in it, laughing and saying:

"There are so many tricks, but one magic to kill people is enough!"

He left a hazy and vicious look, rushed into the gray sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After a moment of silence, Felix exhaled lightly.

"Wait until I finish the Book of Runes and develop a magic rune array against you, and see how you can run away." He said with a little dissatisfaction, but he had realized that it was difficult for him to deal with Voldemort in this state.

Voldemort was still far from being a real living being, so far that normal means could not be effective at all, and there was no magic for this state in history.

Perhaps this was the reason why Dumbledore knew that Voldemort's soul was wandering in the Albanian forest, but did not take any action.

"Magic... memory... emotion... projection of existence, is this his true face? In the gap between life and death, relying on the positioning of the Horcruxes to leave a trace of shadow, if all the Horcruxes are destroyed before he is reborn, will he lose his support in reality?"

Felix pondered. When he saw the despicable Herbo Horcrux decaying, he thought of a similar question.

Although Voldemort ignored many of his magic, this was determined by Voldemort's special state, and neither of them could do anything to the other. Judging from Voldemort's eagerness to escape, he must have an unknown weakness.

He thought quietly until a silver shadow suddenly appeared and descended into the ruins.

Felix raised his arm, and the silver phoenix patronus landed on his slender fingers. Dumbledore's gentle voice came: "He escaped and went underground... But I intercepted Barty and the snake."

After the phoenix finished speaking, it turned into silver mist and disappeared.

"You are really good." Felix stared at a photo frame on the table. In the photo frame, Barty Crouch was holding his wife, and on the other side was a handsome young man.

He already knew who the spy in the castle was.

Felix turned and walked out of the house. Behind him, the Fiendfyre was like a dragon, roaring and swallowing the house in one gulp. He threw the photo frame into the sea of ​​fire, stood in the cold wind in the middle of the night, and stared at the Fiendfyre raging.

"How can no one promote your name, Voldemort?" He said playfully.

Felix raised his wand high and chanted the spell he got from Lucius Malfoy, "Reappear!" A green light flew out and leaped into the sky.

It was a huge skeleton, made up of countless green star-like things. A big python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue. The skeleton rose higher and higher, emitting dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke. Against the dark night sky, it looked like a new constellation. In

the distance, Dumbledore's figure was looming. He shook his head and didn't agree with Felix's approach, but he didn't stop him. It was time to make the Ministry of Magic more vigilant.

He turned and left. There were too many things to deal with tonight. At least, there was a spy in the castle. I don't know if he can be caught in time. Barty's injury was also serious. The only pity was that the snake died too easily. It turned out to be a Horcrux. He didn't hear this information in the sound transmission mirror at all.

Felix waved his hand, and the Fiendfyre went out, leaving ruins all over the place.

He strode away and disappeared abruptly in the shade of the mountains and forests, leaving only a low voice floating in the black night sky.

"See you next time, Voldemort. I hope you have recovered..."

...

A few minutes ago -

Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor dormitory. Harry woke up suddenly from the bed with a splitting headache.