The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 230 Please, please, please don't do that
After finishing speaking, Du Wei stared at the island not far away. Voldemort's boat was hidden in the darkness. It was different from Du Wei's imagination. Dumbledore found this boat because he was looking for the magic that existed here. clues.

But Sirius is too clumsy.

He only thought of this matter under Du Wei's constant reminders, but he couldn't find any traces of Voldemort's previous spellcasting.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, then tapped the back of his hand with his wand, and calmly found the place where the boat was.

How Sirius was found, uh, needless to say, looks kind of stupid anyway.

He had been fairly composed.

But Du Wei was on the side, he didn't say anything, he just looked at him with that kind of interesting eyes, Sirius Black's two or three methods were useless, and he was a little angry.

"Don't look away, don't look."

"I know."

"You know, why are you still watching."

"Look at the joke."

Sirius almost kicked Du Wei into the lake.

Now, Sirius was standing on the shore. When Du Wei looked back, he saw Sirius on the side, watching the Yin Corpse and the giant spider fighting.

Between these two forces, he is weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Voldemort's boat can only carry one person at a time.

This man is a wizard with magical abilities.

If it's Muggles, ten Muggles are fine as long as they fit together.

It is not counted by weight, it is counted by mana.

Du Wei is not considered a human being, and his magic power is not as good as that of a third-year wizard.

So he was safe and sound on board.

Another Voldemort counts people.

The two of them approached the shore, and Du Wei let his eyes fall on the basin in the center of the island. It was a stone basin, and in it lay a box.

That was Slytherin's locket, only a fake one.

This is what Xuanyuan Fourteen got by sacrificing himself.

Looking at the deep stone basin, Du Wei took it out of his arms and sniffed it as expected, and told it to spit out the golden cup.

"Come on, little Tom, have a glass of your potion."

He said in a devilish tone, scooped up the potion inside with a golden cup, and poured it into the mouth of Voldemort who couldn't resist!

A cup.

A cup.

Another glass.

Voldemort began to twitch, and purple cards began to drop out by his side.

While feeding Voldemort and drinking medicine, Du Wei collected all these purple cards on his body.

【Avada Kedavra】

【Avada Kedavra】

……

【Transfiguration·Snake】

【Without a trace】

【Manufacture of Horcruxes】

……

Du Wei kept pouring potions into Voldemort, and Voldemort struggled crazily, even the ribbons on his body were broken by him!

But the strange thing is that he didn't cast a curse on Du Wei. It can be seen that the potion created by Voldemort himself is surprisingly effective.

Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, grew out his tongue, and he kept making excuses with both hands, pushing Du Wei's hand away.

He is crying.

"No, please, don't, don't tell me to drink this."

He begged Du Wei bitterly, and even shed tears.

"It's all right, little Tom, it's all right, drink it.

Drink this stuff, it won't kill you. "

Du Wei gently coaxed Voldemort, grabbed his neck with one hand, and forcefully poured the potion into his stomach with the other. He watched Voldemort's constant confession, kept talking to him, and told him the secrets of the past. He wanted to ask Du Wei to let go, but Du Wei's hand was as steady as if it was made of iron.

He poured the potion steadily into Voldemort's mouth.

He was still speaking softly.

"It's all right, Tom, it's all right.

This is your price, Tom, this is your punishment.

Come, drink these potions.

There's still plenty of potions, Tom. "

Du Wei whispered in his ear like a devil, and told him to drink a cup of potion again.

Lots of potions, lots of cards.

But Du Wei didn't care about these.

What he cares about is the pleasure of revenge, which is so sweet and addictive.

There was something frightening about the smile on his face.

But his tone was still so gentle that people couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

"It's all right, I'm here, Tom, Tom, drink this stuff, Tom, the better days are yet to come."

He said in Tom's ear that his expression was so serious and pious that he risked connecting to the genuine Voldemort in his mind. Seeing all this, his emotions went wild and his magic power exploded.

"****"

Slang, foul language that cannot be broadcast, Voldemort shouted loudly in Grimmauld Place like a madman.

The Death Eaters around him, especially Lucius, trembled with fright. He looked at Voldemort, who was extremely angry, and wanted to stay away, but he didn't dare.

Voldemort didn't care about those around him.

The anger in his heart almost burned himself.

When Nagini told him what Du Wei said through Parseltongue, Voldemort felt that his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand.

He hadn't felt this suffocating feeling for a long time.

Duvi Jones, he actually found the location of his Horcrux?

Who told him?

How many did he find?

Did he destroy the first Horcrux?
Under these questions, he connected the brain of Duvi Jones, and the first thing he felt was unexpected pleasure.

It stands to reason that he has entered other people's brains, and he will go to see what they are thinking in other people's brains. ,
Especially this person, who even touched his lair.

Also found his Horcrux.

How could he not be curious?

But this time, Voldemort didn't dare, he didn't go into Duvi Jones's mind at all.

He is afraid.

He can stay away if he wants.

He tortured Dewey Jones?
As long as Dewey Jones doesn't come to torture him.

He entered Du Wei's mind, and what he saw was such a scene. He was like a disabled person, begging the person in front of him bitterly.

He saw it.

He saw that Du Wei didn't deceive himself, he had indeed come to the place where he hid the Horcrux, and he didn't deceive himself, he saw another self here.

He looked at this other self, begging hard, showing his ugly face, looking at the other self, the humbleness was heartbreaking.

Voldemort exploded.

He felt extremely angry!
That feeling, that feeling, that damn feeling!
It was as if he had returned to the orphanage, to the day when Dumbledore came to look for him. On that day, he was nothing, knew nothing, and knew nothing.

He can't control his fate, like a flat boat in a storm.

Arranged at will.

He can't accept himself like this.

The weak without power!
His own face!

"Duvy Jones."

Facing this name, he uttered his most vicious curse. The power of this curse was so powerful that it reminded him of the day when he was rejected and rejected.

The curse is condensing, and the eternal viciousness emerges from the world and descends from the world.

Like his curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

This kind of curse cannot be replicated. It takes the right time and place to issue such a curse.Renhe, Voldemort, no, Tom Riddle, he still can't forget the day when Principal Dippet rejected him.

That day, it was a morning, and it was still snowing outside.

He sat in front of the desk and looked at Principal Dippet, the old principal who was a little bald and thin. Tom was full of pride and confidence at that time. In his mind, for example, to hide his Horcrux in Hogwarts.

But he never doubted that he was going to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

He really wanted to be a professor.

He also felt that he was qualified to be the professor.

If he is not qualified to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, then who else in this world is qualified?
But he was ruthlessly rejected.

"It's not because of your business ability." When Principal Dippet said this, he seemed a little hesitant, he seemed a little hesitant, but he couldn't help but said: "It's just because we have some problems here, uh, Tom , you may not be suitable to be a professor.

Not because of magic. "

He said with some embarrassment.

At this moment, Voldemort felt extremely heartbroken.

A certain thing he had been chasing had been shattered.

He felt calm, thanked Headmaster Dippet calmly, and walked out of Hogwarts calmly, but his emotions were like an active volcano exploding under the sea, at least on the surface it seemed calm , he seemed to be indifferent to this matter, but his heart was completely furious!
Walking out of Hogwarts, Voldemort uttered a heart-piercing cry. At the same time, he also cast a curse, which was later famous for the position of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

No one, no one, could be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a semester and get away unscathed.

Extreme emotions, coupled with extreme strength, the combination of the two, even Voldemort himself, who is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, will be cursed by his own curse!
It is also impossible for him to complete a year of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

This has nothing to do with his ability. As the creator of the curse, he cannot undo the curse. If Duvi Jones just took away his Horcrux, he might be furious and lose his composure, but he would definitely not be like Now like this, hating a person like now, wanting to destroy, wanting to kill such a person with his own hands.

No, maybe not to kill him, he wanted to torture Du Wei, and the tortured Du Wei would rather die, because Du Wei not only found his Horcrux.

More importantly, he has done what no one else has done.

This incident is a past that he can't bear to look back on.

He showed his cowardly self in front of him!

Voldemort fears and hates Dumbledore because he was a mountain that he could never climb when he was young, and it was also a past that he could not bear to look back on when he was young.

He does not allow his weakness and weakness to appear in front of anyone.

So he even regarded his own name as a taboo, and gave himself a name, Voldemort, so he killed his father, grandfather and grandmother, and dealt with the Gaunt family, he killed all who might reveal himself Weak people.

But today, he discovered that everything he did was a joke.

Because, Duvi Jones.

Du Wei danced precisely on the blade, and found the past that Voldemort least wanted others to see. Therefore, at this moment, Voldemort's magic power surged out of control, as if he was a silent person.

A silent person who has never been to school!
"boom"!
In Voldemort's hand, the wand was almost shattered, and the majestic magic power was knocked out from the tip of his wand, hitting his eyes!
This is not a spell, it's just pure magical power, like a bomb, it turned into flames, breaking through all the defenses of Black's old house in front of him.

Even when Dumbledore rushed over through the Floo network just after getting the news, he only had time to protect everyone inside and transfer them out instantly.

Even the painting that reported the letter was unprotected!
The person who tipped off the news here was Sirius' great-great-great-grandfather, who used to be the headmaster of Hogwarts.

However, he may also be one of the most unpopular headmasters at Hogwarts, because he is an advocate of pure blood theory. Oppression, even for pure blood families, is also extremely laissez-faire.

But no matter what he was, he was also the headmaster of Hogwarts. After his death, his portrait was hung in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, and he still worked for Hogwarts.

After he delivered the news, he found that his home was gone!

(End of this chapter)