Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 401: The Fury of the Dark Lord

Voldemort walked to the narrow entrance to the dark stone wall on the left and right, and waved his wand.

The hard rocks melted into dust in an instant. After a while, the winding underground tunnel began to crazily collapse, the dust was flying, and the whole Gringa was shaken, and a wide stone ladder was on them. His eyes quickly formed, spiraling downwards.

The goblin tries to restrain his shocked expression.

I grew in awe of the power that Voldemort had mastered.

In the middle of the tunnel, the anti-thief waterfall flowing continuously from the high stone cracks did not know when it dissipated, leaving only a faint heat of water vapor.

"Lead the way." Voldemort raised his eyelids and said coldly.

The goblin walked nervously. To be honest, he didn't know the way anymore, so he could only bite the bullet and walk on.

The stone steps are very smooth, and the fairy has to worry about the danger of slipping all the time.

It doesn't matter if you slip, it's not good to irritate this man.

The goblin was still trembling, walking on thin ice, for fear that wherever he might provoke the demon king, two figures, one tall and one short, quickly reached the end of the stone steps.

The vault gates arranged according to the number are lined up.

"Only a fairy can open it," he said.

It eagerly and flexibly ran to Voldemort's body, stretched out its index finger, faced the lock, and shrank back.

Then the fat goblin was blown away by a strong wind, and it flew several times.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes glanced in. .

That is a dragon of upright manhood.

Then Longyan and the Demon King looked at each other, and felt a strong pressure from the wizard.

It held its breath silently.

The ability of a dragon to make such a humane movement means that it feels fear.

In a blink of an eye it became a subordinate succumbing to his lewd power.

There is no need to use Liandingdong tablets.

Voldemort walked in leisurely, and the gorgeous lighting above his head suddenly lit up, flooding the room with light.

Various gold and silver ornaments, ancient swords, famous paintings of Muggle society, works of art, and expensive animal skins are placed in it.

Bottles and cans are placed everywhere, filled with expensive and scarce potions, and the colorful liquids shine in the glass bottles with intoxicating luster

After the fire, the fairies used a lot of magic to restore it.

Many artifacts have recovered well,

"One thing is still missing."

Voldemort looked around the vault, and said in a low voice, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

The golden cup that carried part of his soul did not appear in his sight.

——Hufflepuff's gold cup.

The fairy who led the way turned around with some green eyes, and then explained with some fear: "There was a fire in Gringotts."

"Maybe..."

It guessed that it would survive the accident in this way.

It's just that it may have forgotten that there is a word called "motivate".

A cruel green light flashed, and another fairy lay down and fell on the soft golden red carpet in the vault. The blood was soaked. The low-key dark red has now become a bright blood red .

Actually, the Killing Curse does not splash.

The only explanation was that Voldemort wanted to vent his anger. He stretched out his wand and waved it casually.

The piles of gold like small hills were thrown high, like a rushing waterfall, and like rolling golden waves pouring from top to bottom.

In the golden wave, you can vaguely see some exquisite weapons and accessories that gleam with cold light, standard helmets made of black iron, copper table lamps, and gold-plated masks.

Suddenly, the waves stopped.

Voldemort's pupils shrank abruptly, and under the light of the fire, his pale face suddenly took on a dull color. This rare face was chilling.

"The golden cup is coming!"

The hoarse and panic voice echoed throughout the vault, and a cup-shaped object flew straight towards him.

Voldemort stretched out his fingers as long as spider legs and took over the Hufflepuff Gold Cup that was so broken that it was almost unrecognizable.

The wonderful lines and patterns have long been corroded by the venom of the basilisk. The pure gold handles on both sides of the gold cup were completely black at this time.

Voldemort extended his consciousness and probed in the golden cup.

Then he realized a fact that he never wanted to accept—part of his soul had completely disappeared.

Immediately, the frantic roar began to echo in the room.

Frenzy electric currents and bursting sparks flashed freely everywhere in the room. Visible light blue electric currents wandered around, indicating the man's anger.

The precious carpets and portraits cannot escape this catastrophe.

After the anger comes, the emotions brewing are followed by endless fear.

Voldemort looked at the dark wall, thinking quickly.

This is another Horcrux that he noticed to be destroyed.

Why say another one?

Because this is the second Horcrux he has noticed a problem with.

This time invading Gringotts was not a whim, and a large part of the reason was to check his golden cup.

Not long ago, he was invincible, arrogantly carrying a group of dark wizards, werewolves, giants, and vampires from all over the world to destroy, reduce Muggle buildings, or attack some ordinary People, causing a terrorist attack, or attacking the nodes on duty of wizards set up by the Ministry of Magic.

Whether it is the south or north of England.

Leave his trail.

In this process, he inevitably came to the place where his grandfather and father once lived--

Little Hangleton, a somewhat remote Muggle village.

After he blew up another traffic bridge, he found a place on the map a bit familiar.

I don't know what kind of feelings, he tried to revisit the old place.

Although it is not a beautiful memory, he is still a little proud of his Slytherin pedigree.

Moreover, he also wanted to check the condition of his Horcrux by the way.

When a person wants to do something on a whim, it can often be described as a blessed soul.

Voldemort went to the location of Gunter’s old house. Time passed, and there was no longer a run-down and desolate place. There was even a small building built by Muggles there, and traces of the dilapidated house are hard to find.

He has imposed a Muggle expulsion curse on this place, and Muggle’s planning and reconstruction cannot be found here.

"Come to mind..."

On the remote mountain road, he randomly picked a Muggle and used a predatory memory search on it.

"Fire?" In Muggle's memory, he read of a violent fire.

And that was a few years ago.

"The fire has been burning for more than a week?" The corners of his mouth were bent in a sharp arc, and his eyes narrowed into a line, which was a sign of extreme anger.

Revisiting the old place of "Nostalgia", but got the bad news-one of the Horcruxes is missing.

It may even have been wiped out.

Listen to the description, it's fierce.

The Muggle flame is not that terrible, and it hurts his Horcrux.

This has to be said to be a news that made him extremely irritable, even with a little panic.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true that Voldemort had a rare feeling of fear.

Emotions that only happened occasionally when facing Dumbledore, or even more frightened.

Dumbledore failed to destroy his immortality.

Now, inadvertently, he discovered that someone was actually spying on his Horcrux, and he had already taken action to destroy it, which was very effective.

And that was a few years ago. , That is to say, a few years ago, some people began to covet the destruction of his Horcrux.

Out of caution, he immediately thought of the golden cup that he had handed over to Hufflepuff, and the diary he had handed over to Lucius to keep.

Slytherin's locket is set up under his protection~IndoMTL.com~Don't worry about it for now.

After weighing it up, Gringotts was immediately included in the next goal.

A public attack on Gringotts is no less than a public declaration of war on the Ministry of Magic.

The bank is also a very critical place for the entire wizarding world. It could not be better as a starting point. Without Dumbledore, he has no scruples.

Looking at the mountain of treasures, Voldemort's face did not show any greed, but fell into anxiety.

At his level, wealth is meaningless to him.

The action of Gringotts once again proved his conjecture.

Although he would rather guess wrong by himself.

When it comes to his great cause of immortality, Voldemort's efficiency is beyond imagination.

In a blink of an eye, his figure began to fade, gradually transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.