Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw was not in a hurry to follow him into the dilapidated old house. He first waved to the purple team that had been monitoring the place from a distance and asked them to leave.

Then he took out his wand and waved it gracefully. A purple lightning net like a bird's nest appeared out of thin air, covering the old house tightly.

Shaw was still not in a hurry. He held his wand and waited outside with his hands behind his back.

After a while, a heart-wrenching scream came from the old house.

"Ah!"

Shaw raised his eyebrows. The scream came from a woman.

I don't know which innocent person was fooled by this and was cursed by Voldemort's ring Horcrux.

He walked inside. Although the old house of Gaunt was dilapidated, it could still be seen that the ancestors were really wealthy.

Although the columns and beams were rotten and dilapidated, it could still be seen that they were all high-quality precious wood.

"Crack!"

While observing, Shaw accidentally stepped on the paper-thin wooden floor and made a big hole, which startled all kinds of ants and insects under the floor.

He showed a trace of disgust on his face and quickly cast a floating spell on himself.

Then he walked lightly to the inner room.

After passing through a deserted courtyard, he came to the backyard.

He saw a woman with glasses, looking at a certain direction with a face full of longing, muttering something with tears.

Her right hand was surrounded by black air, and it quickly became withered, and the finger bones were burned and corroded.

Fortunately, there was a string of round beads on the woman's chest that emitted a faint golden light to resist the black air, so she was not cursed immediately.

Shaw had already recognized who this woman was, and her expression was a little weird, even unbelievable.

And the Gaunt ring inlaid with the resurrection stone was worn on this person's withered and exposed finger.

Shaw's expression changed, and he waved his wand, and a purple fire bird flew straight to the Horcrux ring.

The purple bird grabbed the ring and a dry finger with its claws, and flew back to Shaw.

The ring was wrapped in a ball of fierce fire, and the finger bones had been burned to ashes.

Shaw's control over the fierce fire was now micro-manipulated to the point where he could choose whether to harm the object in contact.

The woman staggered and fell to the ground unconscious.

Shaw didn't care, but carefully observed the ring in the fierce fire.

In the fierce fire, a ball of soul black mist diffused from the ring, forming a snake face, as if saying something to seduce Shaw.

Shaw realized that the curse on the ring had already erupted, so he stretched out his right hand and probed into the fierce fire, and directly began to absorb Voldemort's residual soul with the "system".

The black mist immediately burst into a shrill cry.

"Ah!"

And at this moment in Albania.

At the excavation site of the temple ruins, Tom covered his head, staggered a little, and felt dizzy.

Theodore, who was standing by, quickly took out his wand and was alert all around, looking coldly at the nearby "partners".

If these people made any unusual moves, Theodore would not hesitate.

And more than ten kilometers away.

A man in a cloak that was green to black had a bigger reaction.

"Ah!"

The man rolled around on the ground with his head in his hands for several rounds, and then stopped moving as if dead.

A thick and long brown viper was anxiously running around beside the cloaked man, but there was nothing he could do.

In the end, he could only spit out his snake tongue and run in a certain direction, trying to find someone to help.

Not long after the viper left, the cloaked man slowly stood up.

The half snake face exposed under the hood was very ugly, with various small bulges constantly wriggling.

He looked up and recalled a certain picture that had just come from his brain, and said in a hoarse and cold voice.

"Shore Black! Wait for me!"

Then the figure continued to walk slowly in the forest, with his bare feet with blue veins exposed stepping on the dead leaves.

"Crack, crack."

The location of this person was not far from the place where the three parties jointly excavated the temple.

He came to the outside of an unusually hidden small cave, where there was a smell of dog and blood.

The cloaked man resisted his nausea and sensed the cave for a while.

After confirming, he stretched out his hand and waved, and the mud at the cave entrance flew, and the diameter of the cave wall continued to expand.

The cloaked man walked barefoot into the cave, and the originally narrow cave entrance seemed to be moving backwards.

After walking more than ten meters, the deformed and expanded cave entrance suddenly became wider, revealing a cave of medium size.

Bella, who was disheveled and bruised all over, was imprisoned here. She was hung in the center of the cave by deformed chains, and her limbs were tied up in reverse joints, looking very miserable.

Bella opened her eyes weakly after hearing the noise, and when she saw the cloaked man, she immediately became energetic as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and said hoarsely.

"Master, Master, you finally came to save me."

Yes, the cloaked man was Voldemort.

He lifted his cloak, revealing an ugly face, like a stitched monster, with pits and bumps.

Voldemort snorted coldly.

"Useless thing, was captured by a black dog. "

Voldemort's voice became even hoarser and colder. He did not rescue this loyal subordinate immediately, but walked around the hanging Bella barefoot.

Bella's mouth was soaked with blood, and she was very ashamed.

"I was wrong, Master, but I didn't say anything. When I meet Sirius next time, I will definitely kill him!"

Voldemort stretched out his finger with abnormally protruding joints and scratched Bella's face. The sharp nails scratched Bella's dirty face, and the bright red blood flowed out of the wound.

Voldemort put the finger stained with a drop of blood into his mouth and sipped it, then raised his head and closed his eyes, revealing a hint of enjoyment and hideous expression.

"It turns out that Black's blood is so delicious."

Bella shuddered and said with some fear.

"Master, what are you doing? "

After Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes, he waved his hand, and the chains on Bella's body broke bit by bit.

She fell to the ground from mid-air, and her already weak body almost died from the fall.

But after this crazy woman recovered her breath, even though her hands and feet were broken, she immediately crawled to Voldemort's feet like a maggot.

She kissed Voldemort's bare feet with blue veins exposed for several times, and then raised her head and said enthusiastically.

"Master, do you need my blood to revive? Just draw it."

Voldemort was still very satisfied with Bella's morbid attachment to him. He possessed Bella and touched her head that she tried to raise, patting it like a puppy.

"Yes, I do need your blood to revive. According to my speculation, Black's ancestors may have Slytherin blood, otherwise Shor Black would not have such a talent. "

Then, green light flashed on Voldemort's hand, and Bella's injuries improved visibly, and her broken hands and feet were connected with a crackling sound.

Voldemort's treatment method was quite rough. Bella wanted to scream out in pain, and cold sweat fell on her forehead, but she forced a smile.

"Thank you, Master."

A few minutes later, Bella, who had recovered from her injuries, stood up wetly as if she had taken a steam bath.

"Master's magic is now very powerful, and we will definitely be able to return to England again."