Chapter 454: Les: Ilvermorny Has My "Relics"? Is This True?

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light flashed, and the rat that hurried past the corner was killed instantly.

Voldemort's face was grim, and he picked up a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He has now recovered some strength, and he is not like when he first got the wand and was unable to fight back after releasing a killing curse.

This is very good news for him.

According to Voldemort's own estimation, he only needs three years to recover his strength in his heyday. But this expectation does not satisfy him, because even in his heyday, he is not the opponent of the mysterious strong man.

This is completely unacceptable to Voldemort.

It is annoying enough to have Dumbledore on his head, and now not only does he have to add the North Star of the Secret Society, but also a wizard who came out of nowhere...

Voldemort is eager for power again.

He not only wants to recover all his strength, but also to go to the next level! Kill Dumbledore, North Star, and the mysterious man, and then incorporate them into his own domain and make them his servants!

I will also give them the supreme gift and make them my most loyal servants. With their strength, they are qualified.

Rice's impression of Voldemort is correct. He is an extremely selfish person. In the "grand blueprint" he constructed, the magic world should be in the shape of a pyramid. At the top of the pyramid is the unique Lord Voldemort, below is his most loyal Death Eaters, and below is the wizards who follow him. Those who are not so obedient, but only surrender to him out of fear of force, are in the middle of the pyramid, and Muggles and magical animals are at the base of the pyramid. Those who are disobedient and disobedient are not even qualified to be enslaved.

However, the structure of the pyramid has changed a little bit now. The group of Death Eaters at the top of the tower has been replaced by Voldemort with the undead who joined his domain. Death Eaters who are unwilling to embrace death and become their eternal servants are not qualified to be the servants closest to him.

It is not surprising that Voldemort has such thoughts, because he has really suffered betrayal. After he lost power, many Death Eaters chose to stab him in the back, which made him feel uneasy.

If Voldemort still had a little trust in the Death Eaters twenty years ago, he only trusts himself now. Maybe he can also add those cute snakes.

But at the moment, these thoughts are just illusions, no different from the spring dreams of a virgin before going to bed at night.

He hasn't even recovered his ability to cast spells without a wand yet!

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but sigh. He got up silently and went to the corner to get the dead mouse.

After a simple treatment, Voldemort began to enjoy the delicious meal in front of him.

At this time, the door of the broken house creaked open.

Voldemort stopped his movements and held the wand on the table.

To his surprise, the person who walked in was a standard puppet of the Ministry of Magic.

"Ministry of Magic? How did you find this place?" Voldemort's heart was alarmed.

In this state, if he was surrounded by people from the Ministry of Magic, he would really die on the spot.

"Don't panic, my friend. I am the North Star of the Secret Society." Just when the battle was about to break out, the puppet spoke, eliminating the dispute invisibly.

However, even if the other party reported the name of North Star, Voldemort did not relax at all. For him, there is actually not much difference between the Ministry of Magic and the Secret Society, except that the latter is slightly better than the former.

"You are looking for me, is there something?" Voldemort said coldly.

Although his strength has gone to 99% at this moment, his momentum is still strong.

However, this level of bluffing can not be hidden from the eyes of North Star, but he did not expose his suspicious ally.

"Our cooperation is not over yet, is it? Although we encountered a little setback in the finals, fortunately this is only the Quidditch finals, not between us and Hogwarts."

Voldemort's face was still grim, but his mood was much more relaxed.

According to North Star, he and the Secret Society can continue to cooperate in depth for a while.

Voldemort was a little worried that after he lost his power, the people of the Secret Society would forcibly reclaim his divine remains. After being with the Secret Society for so long, he also understood what the successfully fused divine remains meant to them.

It meant powerful people that could be mass-produced.

The difficulty of merging the remains of gods that had been polished away by their hostility was greatly reduced, and the Secret Society regarded such divine remains as treasures.

"You look like you need a little help."

"Lord Voldemort doesn't need help." Voldemort fought back strongly at the first time, and would never admit that he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

"Although the puppet's eyes are decorative, my eyes are not." The puppet controlled by Polaris made a "chi chi" sound, "The power of the domain is raging in your body, and the Secret Society can help you remove these remaining powers. With your own strength, it will take at least three years, and I can't wait that long."

Voldemort fell into silence. He knew that if he rejected Polaris again, the Secret Society's goal would really become to reclaim the divine remains from him and then let the monks in the society merge them.

Seeing that Voldemort stopped talking, Polaris, who was hiding behind the puppet, also showed a satisfied smile.

He didn't want to forcibly replace the receptor of the God's Corpse. After all, Voldemort was the one who could best exert the strength of the God's Corpse, and there was no one more suitable than him in the organization for the time being.

"I will ask the monks in the guild to come here to find you. I don't want them to waste their time and I don't want to see their status change because I have other arrangements for them."

After saying this, the puppet stood still and stopped moving.

Voldemort looked at the garbage left by Polaris in his room, and a look of extreme disgust flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything with it.

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After half a day of revelry, Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in a listless atmosphere.

This is normal. Even energetic young people will feel tired after experiencing the intensity of yesterday's celebration, but Rice is not one of them.

As a teenager with a physical age of only a teenager, his work and rest schedule is too healthy.

He slept a lot yesterday, and when he woke up this morning, he felt that even his bones were a few pounds lighter.

When he came to the lounge, Rice found Daphne yawning and walking out of the dormitory. Her long silver hair was messy, and she had just woken up not long ago.

After seeing Les, Daphne was stunned at first, then immediately waved to him happily and said hello.

"Good morning, do you want to have some breakfast? I didn't eat well in the past month." Les responded to Daphne's greetings and invited her to breakfast.

"Of course!" Daphne agreed without hesitation.

On the way to the auditorium, she remembered something belatedly.

"Les, I met a contestant from Ilvermorny during the competition. He said that in order to prepare for this competition, Ilvermorny used a relic of Salazar Slytherin!"

Les: Huh?

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The second update is here, good afternoon! The next chapter will have to wait until after midnight.