Chapter 129 Voldemort

The new guest looked like a young man, but his face was a little bad, very pale.

The old man who was reading the newspaper also looked up, squinted his eyes and whispered: "Old friend is back." But Aberforth couldn't remember when such a face appeared in his bar.

In fact, most wizards who come here will not reveal their true faces.

"Just call me Wals." The pale young wizard nodded to Aberforth and the old wizard, and then found a seat to sit down casually.

"A glass of brandy, preferably with some dragon's blood."

"No." Aberforth whispered.

"No dragon's blood?"

"No dragon's blood, no brandy. Only butter beer and fire whiskey." He looked like he didn't want to drink.

"Then fire whiskey, it's raining outside, I have to warm myself up." Wals stretched his body and leaned back in the chair, then took out the Prophet Daily from his pocket for the past two days. He pretended to read it, but his eyes kept turning to Aberforth and the old wizard.

It seemed that he wanted to talk to them more.

But the old wizard just glanced at him when he came in, and immediately concentrated on reading his own things.

Wals had no way to speak, so he could only wait for Aberforth to come over with a glass of wine, then put down the newspaper and said to the familiar dirty bartender: "Do they have any clues? I mean Sirius Black and Tom Riddle."

"No." Aberforth was not in the mood to talk, and just replied simply.

Wals was unwilling to let him go, he flicked the newspaper, and the paper made a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet bar.

"I heard that he appeared here? Tom Riddle."

"Maybe, the Ministry of Magic said that he might have been staying in Hogsmeade, but I haven't seen him." Aberforth said.

"The Ministry of Magic is really incompetent." The old wizard also heard their conversation and joined in. "The goblins are colluding with the dark wizards, and they are obviously planning to start another rebellion. But they are negotiating with the goblins. As if those greedy and cunning creatures would admit that dead goblins are their hands.

"We suppressed the rebellion hundreds of years ago, but ended up giving up Gringotts. I think they might as well give up the Ministry of Magic too! "The old wizard sneered.

Walls did not continue to discuss this topic.

It is obvious that whoever has the bigger fist holds the power.

He only cares about two things, the whereabouts of Tom Riddle and ancient magic.

His eyes turned to the newspaper again. The Daily Prophet explained the last incident clearly. Tom Riddle acted much more high-profile than Sirius Black after escaping from prison.

But everything a person does must have a reason. He can't attack the Ministry of Magic for no reason unless he wants to get something. Combined with the incident in the Scottish Highlands, his purpose is naturally ancient magic.

Walls was not surprised that Tom Riddle wanted to obtain the secrets of ancient magic.

After all...

‘That was the power that almost killed me. ’

He lowered his head, his facial features twisted, and another face flashed by, with dim pupils erected, like a cold-blooded animal. He was none other than Voldemort.

After leaving Albania for the second time, he returned all the way to England just to find another "self".

He really wanted to know how the soul fragment in the Horcrux was resurrected. You know, when he made the Horcrux, he had never heard of such a thing happening.

The function of the Horcrux is to ensure that he himself will not die, but now, a soul fragment seems to have taken over.

Faced with something beyond his control, Voldemort could not tolerate it. So he ventured out of Albania again, intending to see that Is the resurrected soul really himself?

If it is, and the other party is willing to surrender, then they may be able to join forces to fight Dumbledore. They can rule Britain, conquer Europe and even the whole world!

All Muggles and wizards must surrender at his feet.

The world is big, and Voldemort doesn't mind dividing it into a small part to let another self rule.

But if the resurrected soul is unwilling to obey him-

Then he will never allow an existence beyond his control.

In fact, Voldemort has already made some guesses. If the soul revived from the diary is really willing to surrender to him, then the other party would have gone to Albania to bring him back to this world.

His eyes flashed scarlet

Voldemort sat here for a while, but didn't stay too long. He disguised (not really disguised) himself as a wizard who was very interested in ancient magic. Before leaving, he paid Aberforth some money to help him keep an eye on Tom Riddle or ancient magic.

Then he left.

The body he possessed was crumbling, and he had to replenish his vitality all the time. That's why he asked Aberforth for dragon blood as soon as he came in. And it was different from Quirrell's time. At that time, Quirrell was acting most of the time while he was sleeping. This time Voldemort planned to do it himself.

Now, he had to go to Knockturn Alley to get something to replenish his vitality. It would be best if he had unicorn blood, but it was too rare. Dragon blood could also replenish vitality.

Voldemort pushed open the door, and it was still raining outside.

It was dark, he looked up, and disappeared in a snap.

A moment later, an eagle with golden wings flew over from the horizon.

Cyrus walked through the rain, and he didn't know that he and Voldemort almost brushed shoulders.

He cast a spell on himself to make himself invulnerable. Taking advantage of the dim weather and the sound of rain, he folded his wings and landed under the eaves of the Pig's Head Bar, his golden pupils like flashing lights in the rainy night.

He looked at the bloody and terrifying pig's head. Years of sun and rain did not make it rotten or shrunken. It was cast with magic, or it was the head of a pig with magic.

The history of the Pig's Head Bar is very long, at least hundreds of years. But the head seemed to have been hung up not long ago.

Cyrus felt a little sick, but he still looked at every corner of it carefully.

Finally, he found a strange thing in the mouth of the pig's head. He hooked it out with his claws, and a golden key fell out. The tail of the key was half spiral, like smoke and flame.

It was the mark of ancient magic.

Thinking about it now, Cyrus still felt a little surprised. Not long ago, he lived in the Pig's Head Inn every day, and walked under this terrifying pig's head every morning and night. He never thought that the key he had been looking for for so long was actually here.

Now, it's time to go to Gringotts.

Thanks to the mysterious bandaged man for his 500-point reward, and the Buddhist Li Hongchen, the strongest hero Astolfo of the musician seven, for his 100-point reward. Thank you, boss!