Chapter 343: Secret Talk at the Manor

Mike had not been to the Forley Manor since the last Christmas dinner.

But it was obvious that Uncle Mario was a very nostalgic person. Compared with the last time, the Forley Manor had not changed at all except for the lack of some Christmas decorations.

As Mike followed Uncle Mario out of the fireplace room, a pink figure flashed before Mike's eyes and threw herself into Uncle Mario's arms.

Mike looked closely and found that it was a girl in a pink dress.

The girl had dark hair and her face looked very similar to Abbott. She was hugging Uncle Mario's waist, rubbing her head against his chest and saying in a coquettish voice:

"Papa! You're finally back! Did you bring me what I want?"

Mario, who was hugged by his daughter, looked a little embarrassed. He looked at Mike, who was expressionless, and patted the girl's back with an awkward smile and said:

"Alisa, let me go first, there are guests here."

Hearing this, the girl named Alisa turned her head and looked at Mike. After discovering that Mike did have a completely unfamiliar face, a blush spread from her face at a very fast speed, spreading to her neck before slowing down a little. Then,

Alisa bounced off Mario's body as if she had been electrocuted, and disappeared into the next room.

"Uh, that's my daughter, Alisa-Fley." Mario said with his face covered in embarrassment.

"Well, I heard from Abbott that she is a lively girl."

Uncle Mario seemed a little anxious. He did not continue to talk about Mike's topic, but pointed to another room and said:

"It should be a while before lunch time, why don't we go have some tea first?"

Mike frowned when he heard this. He knew what Mario wanted to talk to him about so anxiously, but Mario's current state was too abnormal. Logically speaking

, even if the patriarch of a family has a very hot personality, he should not show such an anxious expression.

But at this point, Mike did not investigate further.

Then the two took off their thin outer coats with the help of the servants and entered a slightly dark study.

As the servants left, Mario, who was sitting on the sofa, could no longer suppress his inner anxiety and asked impatiently:

"Mike, tell me, I am very interested in your ideas."

"I think I have made it very clear before, Uncle Fly." Mike crossed his legs, "We just need to preserve our strength next. There is no need to flee from the Kingdom of Ying. Dumbledore is not a pushover. I believe he will get rid of Voldemort, but Voldemort will definitely make him pay a heavy price. And by that time..."

Mike snapped his fingers,

"It's time for us to come out and reap the fruits of victory!"

Mike's voice, which became a little strange due to his voice change period, echoed in the study, and Uncle Mario showed a hint of disappointment when he heard this.

He just sighed softly, then shook his head and said:

"Mike, your idea is still too naive."

As if he was afraid that his words were too sharp and would cause Mike's disgust, Uncle Mario continued:

"I'm not saying that your idea is bad. In fact, if your plan can go smoothly, we can indeed reap the greatest benefit. But... you underestimate Voldemort."

After speaking, Mario deliberately stopped and looked at Mike.

Until Mike raised his hand to signal him to continue, he continued:

"You have not experienced that special period, so you don't have a clear understanding of how terrible Voldemort is. But what I can tell you is that the reason why people fear him is largely not because of his strength, but because of his cruelty and his ability to manipulate people's hearts! (Mario sighed)

To be honest, even in the period when Voldemort was rampant, I was not too afraid of him, because he was still a human being! Although he has turned himself into something that is neither human nor ghost through various vicious biological experiments, he is still a human being. As long as he is a human being, there will be a limit to his lifespan. As long as his lifespan is up, he will die no matter how powerful he is!"

"But it's different now," Mario leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, "He actually came back to life! This broke my cognition, do you understand? If he really mastered some ability to defeat death, then..."

"So, the reason you are afraid is because you are worried that Voldemort can't be killed at all, right? But do you know why Voldemort can be resurrected?"

Mike's cold words made Mario stunned. He looked at Mike again, but saw that Mike had already waved his wand.

As the blackthorn wand was waved, large pieces of light dust suddenly appeared, forming four Horcruxes including the Hufflepuff Cup in mid-air.

"This is..."

"Horcrux." "Horcrux

? Are you saying that these are all his Horcruxes? How can one person have so many Horcruxes!" Mike's words made Mario sit up from the sofa. As the patriarch of a large pure-blood family, he naturally studied the dark magic in depth and was exposed to the relevant knowledge of Horcruxes.

However, the news Mike told him still shocked him.

But Mario was the patriarch of the Fly family after all, and he reacted quickly after the initial shock. The reason

why he was afraid of Voldemort before was because he was afraid of Voldemort's mysterious resurrection method.

After all, who wouldn't be afraid of an enemy who can't be killed?

But now it's different. If the truth is really as Mike said, Voldemort's resurrection actually depends on something like Horcruxes.

Then things will be much simpler. As long as these Horcruxes are found and destroyed, Voldemort will be dead even if he doesn't die!

Mario rubbed his hands excitedly and kept walking back and forth in the room, while Mike smiled and drank tea silently.

After a long time, Mario stopped in front of Mike and said,

"Are these all?"

"Of course not, we speculate that in addition to the four here, there should be three more."

"Why?"

"Because 7 is a magical number, and according to our investigation, Voldemort believes in it very much." Mike stood up and said, "So far, I have destroyed three Horcruxes, and I am confident that I can find and destroy the remaining four Horcruxes. (Mike looked at Mario) Now, do you still think Voldemort is invincible?" Mario on the opposite side

has regained his composure at this moment. He lowered his head and thought, and after a long time he smiled and said:

"Mike, I have to say, you really convinced me. We can work together to do this, but at the same time, I have to prepare to immigrate to the Coal Country. Please don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just..."

"No need to explain, Uncle Fry, I understand your approach. At the same time, I will actively prepare a retreat, maybe we can meet in the Coal Country then."

"That's great, happy cooperation!"

The two hands were clasped together in mid-air, and Mike and Mario smiled at each other.

The serious atmosphere in the study disappeared. Uncle Mario, with a smile on his face, lay on the sofa without any image and said:

"You have said so much to me and spent so much effort to get me to join. There must be something you need me to do. Tell me, you're welcome. I will do it for you as long as it is within my ability."

"Uncle Fly, you are so straightforward." Mike smiled, "I need you to help us find a Horcrux (Mike pointed to the pendant box). We have been looking for Slytherin's pendant box for a long time, but there is still no news."

"Understood, I will send someone to look for it. Is there anything else?"

"Of course," Mike said, "the second thing, I need you to help me keep an eye on the news of other holy pure-blood nobles and Chris's family."

Mario looked at Mike puzzled, waiting for his explanation, and Mike continued:

"On the night of Voldemort's resurrection, there was a third group of people besides me and Voldemort. All of them were wearing masks with concealing magic, so I didn't know what they looked like.

But the strange thing is that their initial target seemed to be Voldemort, but when they found out that I was also there, they immediately changed their target and attacked me."

"Do you suspect that they were sent by the families whose patriarchs you killed?"

"Yes, it's better to be careful. It's better to keep an eye on them."

"I see. I'll send someone to check. Now..." Uncle Mario clapped his hands and said, "Now that we've finished talking about business, let's go eat!"

After that, Mario took Mike out of the study.

The lunch location was in the restaurant that Mike had been to last time. When Mike and Mario arrived, the long table was already full of dishes.

The long table used for today's meal was a banquet table that was 5 meters long and 2 meters wide. Mike didn't like to eat at this kind of table. In comparison, he preferred to sit on the sofa and eat cheeseburgers.

But Mike also knew that this long table was originally used for formal banquets and socializing. Uncle Mario chose to dine here because he valued him, so he did not refuse and sat down directly below Mario.

It is worth mentioning that Elisa, who was hiding in the room and refused to come out, was also forcibly called out by her father and arranged to sit opposite Mike.

The girl obviously had not recovered from the embarrassment just now. She kept lowering her head and eating fiercely, not even daring to look at Mike.

Mario seemed to want to match the two of them, and kept leading the topic to his daughter during the banquet.

It was a pity that Mike was not interested in Elisa. In a normal banquet, the two of them had almost no communication except for ceremonial conversations.

It was not until the end of the banquet that Mike remembered another thing.

"By the way, where is Abbott?"

Mike asked, looking at the somewhat empty restaurant.

After hearing Abbott's name, the girl opposite raised her head and glanced at Mike, and then quickly lowered her head.

"That stinky boy Abbott went on a mission." Mario said angrily.

"Is he still working as an Auror?"

"That's right!" Mario hammered the table, "I asked him to quit his job at the Ministry with me a long time ago, but he just wouldn't listen!"

"This is indeed not good. If it was before, it would be fine, but now - Auror is not a good job. Uncle Furley, you need to hurry up and get Abbot to quit."

"Of course I know that, but that brat..."

Mike's words seemed to hit Mario's heart, and then he dragged Mike to complain about Abbot's rebellious behavior for a long time, until Mike began to look down at the watch.

This lunch lasted a long time. When Mike left Furley Manor, the sun had moved from the east to the west.

At the same time, in a spooky cemetery, Voldemort, wearing a silk robe, looked expressionlessly at a brand new grave that had been dug up. Behind him, there were a dozen wizards wearing masks and black robes.

Barty Crouch Jr. - a real Death Eater.

This is engraved on the tombstone of the new grave.

Taking a deep breath, Voldemort took out a wand, bent down, and gently placed it in the pit.

This was Barty Jr.'s wand. In order to revive Voldemort, he chose to sacrifice everything he had, and this wand was his only relic.

The grave closed automatically, and Voldemort's expressionless face slowly became hideous.

An invisible chill spread out from Voldemort. The Death Eaters behind him felt the chilling breath and covered their left wrists, where the Dark Mark was engraved.

Slowly, Voldemort turned his head.

The cold, emotionless eyes swept over the Death Eaters.

And everyone who was swept by his eyes trembled.

"In my opinion, all of you combined are not as good as one of his fingers!" Voldemort's unique hoarse voice echoed, "Oh, look at you, trembling like frightened chickens..."

"You are afraid (the volume suddenly rises)! That's right (the volume drops again)! For you fence-sitters, all I need is your fear! Only fear can make you stand in awe of me!"

"Go, you rubbish. Go and release my most loyal servants from Azkaban, go and catch the traitor Wormtail who escaped from the battlefield! Go and bring those two damned boys to me! Go and investigate those damned masked men for me! Go! Go quickly!"

As Voldemort screamed hysterically, the Death Eaters were in a panic, and they turned into black mist and disappeared in the cemetery.

Suddenly, Voldemort was the only one left in the cemetery that was originally crowded with people.

"Swish!"

A friction sound was heard, and a giant python was seen slowly crawling from the bushes in the distance to Voldemort's feet, rubbing his legs affectionately with its big head.

Voldemort touched the giant python's smooth scales, turned around expressionlessly, lowered his head, and continued to look silently at the cenotaph belonging to little Barty.

If this scene was seen by others, they would definitely be shocked.

Because Voldemort, who was known for his cruelty and ruthlessness, actually looked like he was observing a moment of silence.