The baby raised his head and looked at the ceiling, his wrinkled face expressing no expression.

Bellatrix almost cried.

This kind of...

The message, which was almost in the style of a "last will", made her feel sad, for her master, and for more unspeakable complex emotions in her heart.

"Yes, Master." She whispered and agreed.

"If the betrayer is not Severus." The baby's tone became gentle, "Then just leave. I have always asked you to prepare the door key. You know where it is. Have you prepared it for today?"

"Master, we can leave together." Bellatrix said anxiously.

The baby said firmly: "No, this memory is more important than my life now."

"Protect your memory."

"Otherwise I'll never be able to defeat Potter."

“That’s a really wonderful memory.”

Bellatrix bowed her head: "Yes, Master."

The baby looked towards the door. He heard footsteps and felt the magic approaching. "Where's Crouch?"

"Your godson is doing what you told him to do. He is not here," Bellatrix replied in a low voice.

The baby was silent for a while: "Let's inform him when we get a chance. Be careful."

"My memory is not for him to look through, but tell him."

"The white-haired man named Geralt is Harry, who knows almost no magic and only knows a few hand gesture spells."

"That woman named Yennefer is at least as powerful as Severus. She knows a lot of strange magics. They are different from our magic, you know? Different."

Bellatrix's heart sank.

As powerful as Snape, or at least...

"And they are both very sharp." The baby continued, "They have experienced many battles and are real warriors, my dear Bella. But in terms of combat experience, I am afraid that only I, Dumbledore, and Potter can compare with them."

Dongdong——

There was a knock on the door. Even though it was open, the man outside lowered his head, not daring to come in or look up at the room.

"Rodolphus, my dear, come in." Voldemort raised his voice slightly.

The man walked in and knelt beside the bed: "Master."

"I need a body now," the baby whispered, becoming smaller than before, "a body to carry my soul."

Rodolphus looked terrified and raised his head uneasily. When he saw the baby, he said, "Master, I..."

Bellatrix did not hesitate, her voice fanatic: "You should feel honored that a great master would commandeer your humble body."

Even though the man in front of her is her nominal husband.

Rodolphus stood up and staggered back.

Bellatrix waved her wand.

The Transfiguration spell bound the man's feet, and with a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

He trembled and tried to take out his wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

Bellatrix immediately cast a disarming spell, knocking the wand away, then gently waved her hand, lifted him up with a floating spell, and gently placed him on the bed: "My dear master."

The baby didn't speak.

A faint black mist emerged from his facial features, a faint wisp of which bridged Rodolphus's body. A painful and sad roar came from the man's body. He looked at his wife in shock and despair - the woman he once thought he could spend his life with and have common pursuits with.

Now, she just stared at the ugly, wrinkled baby with fanatical excitement.

He struggled more and more violently.

First floor.

The few Death Eaters who remained in the living room were discussing.

They didn't know Voldemort's specific instructions - for many things, they, like Lucius, had no specific right to know. To be precise, except for Bellatrix, Crouch, and Snape, they were no different from Lucius, and were all kept in Malfoy Manor.

but……

After all, they are more trusted than Lucius.

Narcissa hid in the hut, peeping and eavesdropping...

Dumbledore and Potter were outside.

The Dark Lord seemed to have been carrying out some targeted plan before, but the fact that both Potter and Dumbledore came knocking on his door proved that the plan might have failed.

But they were protected by the Fidelius Charm and could not enter the house.

The Fidelity Curse...

Narcissa clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

Malfoy Manor is protected by the Fidelius Charm. Unlike the Black Mansion, this ancient manor, whose heritage has never been broken, has always been protected by this ancient spell.

My husband is the keeper of the secret.

There is not only one secret-keeper for the Fidelius Charm. After the Dark Lord came, Bellatrix, Crouch, Snape, and Thicknesse also became secret-keepers.

I am not.

As a non-Death Eater and a woman, she was not trusted by the Dark Lord.

But... she turned back to the house, carefully opened the drawer, and took out a piece of paper. On it was Lucius Malfoy's fancy notes with the address of Malfoy Manor.

The confidential information may also be disclosed by the confidential keeper.

She put the note into her pocket, carefully, and sneaked out while these people were not paying attention to her.

Lucius noticed, watching his wife getting closer and closer to the door, realizing something, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Outside Malfoy Manor.

"So now, we have found the enemy's lair, but we can't get in?" Yennefer looked ahead, stretched out her hand, trying to sense the magic here.

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, it's not impossible to get in."

"Contact him?" Harry pursed his lips.

There are at least two Horcruxes yet to be found.

The Sword in the Lake is in Geralt's hands. Obviously, this legendary holy sword has not been made into a Horcrux.

It would be best to leave Voldemort alive and wait for Snape to find out the locations of the remaining two Horcruxes before getting rid of him - Voldemort poses no threat now.

But he learned something from Vivian, and he recorded his own fighting style, as well as the sense of disharmony in Avalon. He knew that he had no chance of winning, but he still broke into Avalon, not to kill himself, but only to learn more about himself and record more of his fighting style.

There was no doubt that he was planning something.

Targeting yourself?

Preparing for the future?

You can slowly explore the Horcrux, but you must get rid of it.

Harry was silent for a long time before he nodded slowly: "Of course, let Professor Snape..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ripples appeared in the space in front of them, and the four people immediately got ready.

A non-threatening woman came running out, panting.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" Dumbledore was a little surprised and his tone softened, but he did not put down the wand in his hand.

"Dumbledore, Potter, Malfoy Manor, the address is here." She reached out and took out a piece of paper from her pocket.

Harry flicked his wand.

The paper unfolded in his palm.

All four of them read the words clearly.

The world suddenly opened up, and a manor shrouded in dark fog suddenly rose from the ground and grew before their eyes.

"Why would you?" Dumbledore looked at her.

conspiracy?

He didn't think so.

Voldemort had no capital, and could not find anything in the world that could threaten both him and Harry. What's more, he had two powerful assistants on his side.

"Draco, Dumbledore, I beg you to protect Draco." Narcissa sobbed, her voice plaintive, "The Dark Lord ordered a hunt for him, and he almost succeeded several times."

Dumbledore said: "Protecting students is my duty as the headmaster."

Narcissa looked up, feeling aggrieved, but could hardly say anything.

"You have to trust little Malfoy." Harry said softly, "He's very good at escaping pursuit."

George and Fred's bullying...

Slytherin bullying...

Draco Malfoy has accumulated a lot of experience in this regard.

Narcissa felt even more aggrieved.

What kind of words are these! Is this a good word?

The child who should have been spoiled by me suffered all this for nothing...

"And if we get rid of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, your child will be safe, right?" Harry drew out his wand and pointed it at the black mist.

Magic power surges.

The black fog trembled and tried its best to resist, but it was still torn apart bit by bit, revealing a wide gap, completely exposing the abandoned Malfoy Manor.

In the manor.

Possessed by Voldemort, Rodolphus lowered his wand and stuffed the last silver floc into the bottle. A slight vibration came along the floor. He handed the bottle to Bellatrix and walked to the window. Through a layer of glass, he looked at the five people outside the manor: "Potter, Dumbledore..."

"It's surprising, Bella, you can't imagine who the betrayer is."

"It's your sister, Narcissa."

Bellatrix was startled: "She? How is that possible?"

This was the only time she raised doubts, but she quickly dismissed them. Her eyes turned hateful and scary: "It's hard for me to accept. I thought she would be the same as me. After all, we are sisters."

"Master, I..."

Voldemort twirled his wand and waved it gently over Bellatrix: "Send the memory away quickly, and then come back."

Bellatrix was startled.

Voldemort waved his hand, "Narcissa knows you've been here. Potter is very perceptive. If he knew you were gone, he would understand what I was doing."

"My dear Bella."

"Are you ready to give me everything?"

Bellatrix spoke softly, to "Rodolphus", to this body, with a soft tone she had never used before: "Yes, Master, everything I have belongs to the great Master."

She turned hastily and grabbed a book from the cabinet.

The door key is always at the ready.

In an instant, he hooked her body and disappeared.

Voldemort took a deep breath, held his wand, and slowly walked down the stairs.

In the lobby on the first floor.

Lucius looked at Narcissa in disbelief and couldn't wait to read out the speech he had prepared in his mind: "Narcissa! You, you actually betrayed your master!"

The Death Eaters didn't even have time to see her clearly, their eyes just passed over the strange white-haired man and black-haired woman.

Harry and Geralt looked at each other.

The same meaning was in their eyes - "This man's performance is a bit exaggerated."