What's going on? Why did Snape suddenly mention Grindelwald? He has retired from the wizarding world for nearly seventy years and has never left Nurmengard. It's a bit unreasonable to blame him.

However, Lucius seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. After a moment's silence, he began to frantically echo Snape's words.

"Yes, Master, Severus is right, it must be him!"

"Draco…he can't possibly have the Elder Wand."

"Master, Draco..."

"Quiet, Lucius." Voldemort's voice was soft, but unquestionable.

Lucius Malfoy immediately stopped talking, and Kyle could only hear a dull sound of footsteps coming from the room.

"Give me an explanation, Severus." Voldemort asked: "Why should I trust you, a prisoner loser, how can he be qualified to control the Elder Wand, or do you not want Draco to help me control the Elder Wand?

"If I remember correctly, you seem to be Draco's godfather."

Kyle suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from the opposite room, blowing on his body like a knife.

There was no emotion in Voldemort's voice, and it carried an undisguised murderous intent. He could feel that as long as Snape said something wrong... or Voldemort thought he said something wrong, he would kill him without hesitation.

The rustling crawling sound from before appeared again, this time accompanied by frequent hissing sounds, as if several snakes were spitting out their tongues at the same time.

It looks like this is the Runespoor that Harry mentioned, and it is also a Horcrux that Voldemort carries with him.

In fact, the runespoor is also related to Kayle.

Originally, the Horcrux was supposed to belong to the blood-cursed orc named Nagini... a snake transformed from a pure-blooded wizard, and also the perfect vessel that Voldemort favored the most.

Voldemort was very strict in choosing Horcruxes, even perfectionist.

Apart from the first diary he used for training, the rest of his Horcruxes... the crown, the golden cup, the locket, the resurrection stone, are all legendary treasures with special meanings.

Therefore, as the last Horcrux he chose, it certainly could not be dealt with hastily.

Blood-cursed orcs are rare to begin with, and snake-cursed orcs are even rarer. Although Nagini is a snake, she is essentially a pure-blooded wizard. Even after being made into a Horcrux, it will not taint Voldemort's soul.

What a perfect container! Voldemort was so pleased.

Unfortunately, this container was taken away. On the night he was resurrected, it was forcibly pulled away from him by Kyle.

There was no conspiracy or trickery, they just relied on Dumbledore being around and robbed the things unreasonably.

Voldemort also searched for her, but to no avail. Nagini seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, and all traces of magic he left behind were wiped out.

There was no other choice. Voldemort, who couldn't find Nagini, had to settle for the next best thing and choose the largest runespoor snake in the Albanian forest as his Horcrux.

This is also the reason why he hates Kyle so much.

The hatred between Voldemort and Harry stems from fate, and they must kill each other...The hatred between him and Kyle is simply the result of new and old grudges that have accumulated bit by bit.

The gold content is quite high.

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"Although this is just my guess, I think it is very likely." Snape's calm voice came from the room. He was not nervous because of Voldemort's attitude.

"You are very confident, Severus."

"I just thought of that, too." Snape said, "Master, you must know that the owner of the Elder Wand was once that dark wizard. Dumbledore defeated him and took the Elder Wand as a trophy."

"Of course I know that."

"That's what I meant to say," Snape continued. "You defeated Dumbledore and took the Elder Wand from him, and the situation was almost exactly the same as it was then."

Even though he couldn't see what was going on in the room, Kyle could guess that Voldemort must be looking very pleased with himself at this moment.

Although he used some dishonorable means, he did defeat Dumbledore and steal his wand, which is a fact and a victory worth remembering.

"But you do not control the Elder Wand."

Snape's voice continued.

"And this happened before Draco killed Dumbledore. It seems that defeating an opponent cannot gain the favor of the Elder Wand. Only killing can do that."

"Severus, I never knew you were so fond of saying such useless things."

Voldemort said coldly, "That is why I need Draco's help."

"But master, Grindelwald is still alive," said Snape.

His words caused the room to fall into silence again.

"According to our deduction, if the Elder Wand belonged to the wizard who killed its previous owner, then Dumbledore, who did not kill Grindelwald, naturally could not have possessed the Elder Wand.

"Perhaps he is just using it temporarily, just like you..."

“Bang!”

Something in the room seemed to be smashed, and there were a series of explosions. A hole was blown in the door at the entrance of the passage, and something seemed to pass by Kyle's hair.

But Kyle just stood there, motionless.

Even though he had been thinking about how to make the gap in the door bigger so that he could see clearly what was going on inside, he had not intended to make the crack so big.

He could even see Voldemort's face clearly, the pale, snake-like face.

Snape was opposite him, his expression calm. Lucius was kneeling on the ground, hugging the frightened Draco tightly. His face was as pale as marble, frozen. If you only looked at his appearance, it would be hard to imagine that he was actually a living person.

Kyle was a little nervous. He was not sure if Voldemort could see through his disguise. He could only hope that he could not see through it...

Fortunately, Voldemort's mind was on something else. He did not look back, nor did he notice that there was an entrance to a secret passage in the room.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. Just in case, he tiptoed back two steps and hid himself in a corner, farther away from the door.

In the room, Voldemort was pondering something, and he suddenly felt that what Snape said made sense.

Yes, how could Dumbledore have the Elder Wand if he didn't kill Grindelwald?

But in this case, wouldn't his elaborate plan to snatch the Elder Wand from him become a joke? Voldemort's face turned blue and red, and a sense of shame of being fooled suddenly surged in his heart, making him unable to control his emotions any longer, and he swung the wand in his hand violently.

"Crucio!"

Lucius and Draco fell to the ground at the same time, curled up into a ball, clutching their necks with their hands, and making terrible wheezing sounds from their throats.

For Voldemort, casting the Cruciatus Curse on two targets at the same time was as easy as eating.

Snape was watching nearby with an indifferent expression, as if the ones experiencing pain were not his friend and godson, but two bugs that could be found everywhere.

Narcissa had fainted before, so she escaped this time.

Kyle heard heavy breathing suddenly coming from the front. It should be that one of Harry and the other two was frightened by Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse and made the noise subconsciously.

This made his heart rise suddenly, and he looked nervously at Voldemort's profile in the room.

fine……

The painful whimpers of the Malfoys echoed in the room, but Voldemort did not notice anything happening here.

"Do you think I should go to Nurmengard, Severus?"

After an unknown amount of time, Voldemort finally calmed down and removed the Cruciatus Curse from Lucius and Draco.

But they still lay on the ground, opening and closing their mouths as if begging for mercy.

"Master, we have seen many times the extraordinary magic you have performed with this wand. I don't think anyone can be your opponent."

"But Harry Potter is still alive." The Elder Wand twirled between Voldemort's fingers.

"My yew wand obeyed me in every way, but it failed to kill Harry Potter, once, once I felt its resistance.

"Can you believe it, Severus, Harry Potter actually blocked one of the Dark Lord's attacks with a ridiculous Disarming Charm. My wand didn't want to hit him."

Snape lowered his head and said nothing.

Kyle was thinking about when Harry and Voldemort had met.

The failure was easy to understand. It was more than ten years ago when Voldemort was killed by the rebound of his own Killing Curse.

What about the resistance?

He remembered that when he was transported to that unknown hill by the Triwizard Cup which had been exchanged for a portkey, Voldemort had already completed his resurrection ritual and had taken control of Harry.

Maybe the two had fought briefly before he went there.

Needless to say, Harry was completely defeated, otherwise he would not have been controlled.

"I don't want that to happen a third time." Voldemort walked over to the runespoor and ran his finger across its middle head.

"Olivander told me about the Brother's Wand under torture and told me to use someone else's wand."

"I am willing to serve you." Without any hesitation, Snape took out his wand and handed it over respectfully.

But Voldemort did not move.

"Then can you guarantee that your wand has no so-called 'brother'?" Voldemort picked up the wand with two fingers, looked at it for a while, and then put it down.

Snape shook his head.

He knew nothing about wands, and didn't even know what a brother wand was. It couldn't be that the core of a wand came from the same magical animal.

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The heart tendon of a dragon can be used to make at least five magic wands. The unicorn's tail hair is even more exaggerated. One tail hair can be used to make three wand cores. And they are not just one-time products. Three to five wand cores can be obtained every year.

Could it be that these wands can't attack each other?

The wizarding world would have been in chaos long ago, after all, there are not many unicorns in the UK.

Or maybe it was a unique feature of phoenix tail feathers. As far as he knew, Voldemort and Harry's wands both had phoenix tail feather cores.

He didn't know what the secret was, so he wisely remained silent.

"None of us knows whether the wand in our hands has a brother with whom we have deep feelings." Voldemort said softly, "So I need a most special wand... such as the old wand that has no mercy on anyone and only respects power, the wand of destiny...

"Do you understand, Severus?"

"Yes, my Lord," said Snape, quickly sheathing his wand.

"But Master, if you go to Nurmengard, what will happen to the battle here? Our offensive is being disrupted by them."

"What disappointing news," Voldemort said softly, "My most elite troops, the noble Death Eaters, have fallen in front of a group of teachers, half-bloods and mudbloods.

"Severus, do you think I need this kind of trash?"

"This is because... we were betrayed." Snape faltered. "Those wandering wizards rebelled. Not only did they leak our battle plan, they also attacked us from behind."

“Bapollainis…” Voldemort’s hand stopped on the head of the runespoor, his scarlet eyes full of anger, “He will know how heavy the price is for betraying the Dark Lord.

"Well, even waste has its value. It would be a shame to throw it all away."

"It's time to end this farce." Voldemort stood up, looked at Draco Malfoy lying on the ground, and gently tapped his wand.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not choose to kill the other party.

It's not out of pity, but because they are still useful.

Of course, if the trip to Nurmengard did not get the results he wanted, he would still kill Draco without hesitation.

"Let me go find the boy, my Lord," Snape continued. "I will bring Potter to you. I know he is in the castle."

"No need, Severus, Harry Potter is not important. The real problem is the other boy." Voldemort said lightly: "I hope you can bring him to me. You know who I am talking about."

"But Master, Harry Potter..."

"I said he is not important." Voldemort interrupted him, "It's a very interesting thing, remember what we just said?

I said none of you know Potter better than I do, he will come to me on his own accord, I know his weaknesses, he doesn't want to watch others being knocked down around him, and will do whatever it takes to stop it.

"I gave him the opportunity to kill me and exposed my weakness. And lo and behold, he came as expected."

"boom!"

Without any warning, the entrance to the secret passage suddenly exploded, blowing the door to pieces.

Harry and Ron were knocked to the ground by the explosion, and the Invisibility Cloak was torn off their bodies, and then Hermione was also exposed.

Only Kyle, who had changed his position in advance, was not affected by the explosion because he was at the corner and was shielded by the stone wall.

Seeing the three people who suddenly appeared, the people in the room had different expressions. Lucius and Draco looked numb.

Of course, they had always looked like this before Harry came, or so it would have been for anyone who had been tortured by Voldemort with the Cruciatus Curse.

Narcissa was still unconscious, and even the explosion couldn't wake her up.

Snape's expression was quite interesting, as if he had not expected Harry to appear here at all. With his mouth wide open and eyes wide open, he subconsciously took out his wand.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but although he was looking at Harry, the tip of his wand was faintly pointing at Voldemort’s back.

But he quickly adjusted the position of his wand, and no one present noticed it, including Voldemort himself.

At this moment, he was looking at the dusty Harry with great interest.

"I've been wondering why you didn't come, Potter." Voldemort turned his head. "I thought I didn't know you well enough. I thought you were afraid, but I didn't expect you to find another way that I didn't know."

He looked at the secret passage.

"It seems that I still understand you, right..."

“Run!”

Without any hesitation, Harry, Ron and Hermione began to crawl and run towards the direction behind them.

Because they knew that if they stayed here they would be killed by Voldemort.

Harry felt very guilty; he had been fooled again.

He saw the runespoor snake and came over excitedly, not expecting that Voldemort was also here.

Even after he discovered it, he did not run away immediately, but hid there and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"sorry……"

Ron apologized as he ran, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't made the noise, the You-Know-Who wouldn't have found us."

"Don't talk about this now!" Hermione's leg was cut by a sharp stone, but she seemed not to feel it and ran quickly towards the exit.

She had a plan in mind, a bold one, but one that could deal a heavy blow to Voldemort.

That is the Whomping Willow at the entrance of the passage.

She knew that plant, it was very special, especially its power.

Any wizard who was hit by its branches would be hurt, even the professors at Hogwarts.

So on weekdays only Professor Sprout, who is proficient in herbs, can take care of it.

It is not difficult to hear from Voldemort's words just now that he did not know that there was a secret passage in Hogwarts that led directly to the Shrieking Shack, and naturally he did not know what was at the entrance of the secret passage.

This is their chance.

If they could run out first and anger the Whomping Willow, they might be able to give Voldemort a surprise.

Being hit hard by a branch thicker than an arm would surely be uncomfortable even for Voldemort... Hermione thought to herself.

Of course, the premise of all this is that they can run out of the passage before being caught by Voldemort.

"Merlin God..." Hermione prayed in her heart and quickened her pace again.

For the first time, she felt that it was a good thing that the passage was narrow, at least it could slow down Voldemort's pursuit of them.

The three of them ran all the way, but if any of them looked back at this time, they would find that there was no one chasing them.

Well, that’s not the case. Voldemort and Snape were indeed chasing three people, but the scene was a little different from what they imagined.

Voldemort walked leisurely in the secret passage as if he was taking a stroll, with no intention of catching them immediately, just like a hunter playing with his prey.

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(End of this chapter)