After the study door was lightly knocked a few times, Isobel, who was wearing a nightgown, pushed open the door and walked into the study. She placed the freshly warmed milk on the desk in front of Albert. Her eyes scanned the parchment on the table.
passed, and fell on the face of Albert who was reading seriously.
"You rest first!" Albert said softly, "I have something else to do."
"You can use the time turner to come back and deal with your affairs after you wake up?" Isobel leaned over and put her arms around Albert's neck, kissed his cheek and said, "It won't delay your affairs anyway."
"Okay, you're right."
As if Albert was really convinced, he picked up the cup and drank all the milk in it, then got up and went back to sleep.
Not long after Albert left, countless ink dots suddenly appeared on the parchment he had spread out on the table, outlining a map, and a familiar name suddenly appeared on the map: Tom Riddle.
Not long after, the study door was pushed open again, and a figure came to the desk, looked down at the map on the table, his eyes fell on the ink dot named Tom Riddle, and murmured, "I hope you like this gift.
Tom."
"Meow!"
The fat cat Tom meowed softly, and the whole cat lay directly on the map in front of Albert.
"I'm not talking about you."
Albert reached out and moved Tom's tail away.
At this moment, it is snowing heavily at the location on the map. Since nightfall, the heavy snow has shown no sign of abating.
A cloaked figure appeared without warning. He ignored the wind and snow around him and walked towards the distance, finally stopping in front of an ordinary house.
"I finally found you, you really made me..."
Voldemort murmured and raised his wand, and the door in front of him suddenly exploded open. The rude visitor stepped on the fragments of the wooden door and walked into the house without any scruples. After glancing at the empty hall, he headed directly towards the bedroom.
Go.
With a bang, the door exploded open again.
The room was warm, but it was empty. The owner of the house had left in a hurry.
Voldemort glanced at the empty room, his gaze lingered on the fireplace for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
When he reappeared, he was standing on a dead street, and the crackling sound of Apparition could be heard far away on the street at night.
But this will not affect Voldemort's determination to catch his prey.
For this, he has put in countless efforts and waited for too long.
Walking along the fresh footprints in the snow, Voldemort stopped at the edge of a certain house, where traces of Apparition still remained.
"You can't escape." He murmured.
Then he apparated and left.
This time I appeared in a wilderness...an abandoned village, in the woods,
again and again.
The man seemed to know that someone was chasing him behind him, and was trying to get rid of the enemy behind him through apparation.
An annoying hunt began quietly.
One person desperately used Apparition to escape, while the other person chased after him like crazy.
The hunt will not officially end until one of them stops using Apparition to escape, or the other stops chasing madly from behind.
As the person who was chasing after him, Voldemort was obviously not in a good mood.
He even suspected that someone was trying to tease him through this method and make him look like a fool.
This ruined Voldemort's good mood of finding Grigovitch.
Because if it is true, Voldemort knows very well what it means.
That damn guy needs to be caught as soon as possible.
After a long chase, Voldemort finally stopped because he found that Grigovitch's footprints had disappeared.
Yes, that person disappeared out of thin air.
Moreover, there were no traces of Apparition left around.
Sure enough, he was tricked.
Voldemort's mood became worse.
After he raised his wand and recited a spell, his whole body suddenly rose into the air and flew in a certain direction.
After a while, Voldemort returned to the house where he found Grigovitch. The place was the same as when he came before, except that during the chase, some wind and snow had drifted into the house through the blown wooden door.
Voldemort once again stepped on the fragments of the wooden door and walked into the house, heading directly to the bedroom just now.
It was cold in the bedroom, and the fire in the fireplace had gone out.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at the fireplace, and the fire that had been extinguished ignited again. He walked to the fireplace and ducked directly into the fireplace.
There is a secret room hidden in the fireplace.
When Voldemort first entered, a fatal sense of crisis rushed towards him, and his front was shrouded in forest green.
Avada Kedavra!
Even Voldemort had to retreat when faced with the Killing Curse, let alone a sudden attack.
Voldemort had to hide in embarrassment.
When he was about to counterattack, another green light flew towards him, but this time it was stopped by Voldemort. Two fatal Avada Kedavra collided in mid-air, entering a decisive battle of magical power.
The sneak attacker was obviously no match for Voldemort, and was killed by the rebounding Avada Kedavra.
Looking at "Gregovich" lying dead on the ground, Voldemort's face was ugly. He suspected that he had been tricked.
As for evidence, Voldemort never needed evidence.
Gregovich simply did not have the courage to resist him. It should be said that few people in Europe dared to resist him.
Albert Anderson!
Voldemort gritted his teeth, only that despicable person would do such a thing.
After "Gregovich" died unfortunately, the parchment on the wall suddenly burned, and a hoarse voice sounded.
"Merry Christmas Tom, I have a Christmas present for you."
"Damn it!"
Voldemort was filled with rage and had nowhere to vent his anger. Just when he was about to use the body of "Gregovich" to vent his rage, there was a rush of footsteps outside.
A group of Aurors surrounded the place.
"Yes, you are surrounded"
That disgusting voice sounded again, as if that damn mudblood was here, witnessing all this.
"Surrounded by that group of rubbish."
Voldemort, who had just built up his anger and had nowhere to vent it, directly attacked the Aurors outside.
The battle started soon.
In front of the ferocious Voldemort, this group of unlucky people who were attracted and had not figured out the specific situation were quickly slaughtered by the angry Voldemort.
Glancing at the scattered corpses around him, Voldemort sneered, "Is this your little trick?"
He knew very well what the mudblood wanted to do, but so what, but those people didn't have the courage to confront him. If they really had that courage, they would have come together to surround him and kill him.