People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 239 Four Dark Lords

"Gellert, long time no see."

Nurmengard, in the highest cell.

Dumbledore slowly pushed open the cell door, and saw the old man with shaggy hair and a thin body in the dark and cramped room.

It seemed that he hadn't been in contact with the outside world for a long time, and the old man's reaction was a little slow. It took him a long time to move, raised his head, and looked at the figure in the backlight.

"Ho-"

There was a sound of rushing in his throat, and it took a long time before he uttered a word.

"Albus-"

"It's been a long time. You haven't been here for a long time."

"You don't look very well." Dumbledore walked forward slowly, "Is the wind in Nurmengard too strong?"

"Hey—cough cough—" the old man tried to laugh, but was quickly interrupted by his own cough. He breathed like a bellows for a while before saying, "You know. I live a little high."

He looked at Dumbledore.

"Albus, you look very well."

Dumbledore raised his scorched hand: "I don't think so."

"No Albus." The old man said, "Maybe your body is going to die, but after so many years, I see the same look in my eyes again."

"Godric's Hollow."

The old man said slowly: "At that time we were still very young, fantasizing about overthrowing the International Act of Wizarding Secrecy, do you still remember the program you created for me?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then said, "For the greater good."

"Few people know that these words came from Dumbledore, don't they?" The old man stood up. He looked very weak, his eyes were cloudy and his figure was stooped in the dim light.

"What made you regain your old mentality, or what reminded you of my old friend?"

The old man's tone became brisk, even with a hint of ridicule: "I believe, it will never be because of such a boring thing as death."

"It's really not." Dumbledore sighed slightly: "We are all old, so old that we should have entered the age of death long ago."

"I'm waiting for you to die first," said the old man.

"I will."

Dumbledore turned the topic to the main topic: "I have some questions that I need to ask for your help, Gellert. I believe that you are the most suitable person in this world to answer these questions."

"It seems that it's not because of such a trivial matter as your student named Tom." The old man walked slowly to the window, looked at the bright world outside the window, and murmured:
"Albus, not long ago, I saw some pictures about the future."

"I saw my death. Your students broke into Nurmengard, asked me where the Elder Wand was, and killed me."

"So you told him?" Dumbledore asked along the other side's topic.

"Of course, without hesitation." The old man looked at Dumbledore.

The two suddenly looked at each other and smiled.

"Actually, after that, I saw a very different picture again."

The old man continued: "I saw myself standing on the land of England, and I saw the incredible dragon spread its wings in the sky—"

"Albus, the future has been changed."

"So I've been waiting, I know you're here to take me out, but I'm curious, why?"

He looked into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Why did you change your mind after so many years, and even plan to use me, who in your opinion has brought great disaster to the wizarding world?"

"And how did you convince me to leave here."

Dumbledore was silent.

Of course he knew that the old man in front of him was never imprisoned by this tower, never by wizards. He had countless ways to leave here, but after decades, he never took a single step out of Nurmengard.

Both men knew why.

"Because of a person, Gellert no, maybe not a person."

"I'm not sure if I should stop him or not."

The old man looked surprised.

"I thought that apart from that incident, there was nothing else that could affect your decision." He said, "When you stopped me, you weren't so entangled. This made me curious."

"He also has a plan." Dumbledore said slowly, "For a brighter civilization."

"A more brilliant civilization?" The old man straightened up slightly.

"So, what is he going to do?"

Malfoy Manor.

Umbridge stood in front of the tall gate of the manor, trying to appear proud and fearless.

But her fingers behind her back were trembling slightly.

It wasn't the first time she came to this manor, but obviously this time, the atmosphere was a bit different, the whole manor was shrouded in a cold and dark atmosphere, even if it was still daytime, it made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

All of this may be related to the death of Lucius Malfoy, but the bigger reason may be the new owner of the manor.

Umbridge's task is to send a letter to the new owner.

She was extremely terrified, but she couldn't refuse, because she was sure that she couldn't escape from a Seer, and she was even more sure that if she messed up, the other party would never let her go.

She didn't make her wait long when Mrs. Malfoy came up to him. Like Lucius, she was pale, with dark circles under her eyes, and looked haggard.

"I don't know what's the matter with Deputy Minister Umbridge?" She didn't show too much politeness. The blood and status of the Malfoy family made the members of the family not need to be too flattering even when facing the Minister of Magic.

"Message delivery." Umbridge raised his chin and said in a shrill voice, "Send a letter to the owner of this house."

"I thought this kind of work was usually given to owls." Mrs. Malfoy held out her hand: "Who gave me the letter?"

"It's not for you." Umbridge emphasized: "It's for the owner of this house, the current owner, and hand it over to him."

Mrs. Malfoy jerked her head up, staring at Umbridge in disbelief.

She touched her waist quietly, and said, "I'm afraid Professor Umbridge is too busy to forget that my husband—Lucius Malfoy has unfortunately died at the hands of the magician."

"You know who I'm talking about." Umbridge said, "Master Lucius—"

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

Before she could finish her words, a spell of light hit her directly, making her freeze in place.

Several figures came out from the shadows. They held wands and pointed at Umbridge. One of them said coldly, "How do you know where the master is? Who ordered you to come?"

"Dumbledore?"

"No!" Umbridge said hastily, "How could I be with Dumbledore? It's Hogwarts' divination professor, Professor Tang. He has a letter that I need to hand over to the Dark Lord."

"Professor of Divination," a Death Eater sneered, "How could you obey a professor's order? Do you think I don't know you?"

"Kill her and search her body!"

Umbridge's face turned pale with fright. She wanted to argue, but suddenly saw those Death Eaters facing her back, bowing their heads respectfully.

"Owner."

Umbridge really wanted to turn around, but she couldn't move because of the spell. She listened to the figure behind her, but she didn't make any footsteps. Only the extremely cold and evil breath stabbed her back, making her hairs stand on end.

"Divination class taught that prophet"

There was a snake-like sound behind him, and Umbridge saw a pale, dead hand resting on his shoulder.

"Give me the letter."

She suddenly felt that her body was finally able to move. She softened, and then reflexively took a few steps forward and turned her head back.

Finally, she saw the appearance of the Dark Lord.

She didn't know how to describe that distorted face, but she realized that she had made another mistake. Even at the risk of disobeying Professor Tang, she shouldn't have come here. In front of people who dare not mention their names?

Is it because of the only luck left in his heart, thinking that the mysterious person cannot be resurrected?

But Umbridge had no way out, she tremblingly took out a letter from her bosom.

Voldemort didn't answer, but said, "Take it apart and read it."

"I shouldn't have read the contents of the letter." Umbridge realized this instinctively.

A letter sent to the Dark Lord by a dark wizard hidden in Hogwarts must contain a huge conspiracy. She doubts whether she can survive after reading the letter.

"read out--"

Voldemort said word for word.

Umbridge shuddered so violently that she almost peed again.

After trying several times with trembling fingers, she finally opened the letter and began to read it stutteringly.

"Hello, Mr. Tom Riddle."

When she heard the name, Voldemort's expression changed, which made her stop talking in fright, but she immediately felt a hard thing against her lower back.

"Master asks you to continue reading."

Fighting back his fear, Umbridge read on.

"It is with regret that I write this letter, and I hope its arrival will not disturb your tribute to your little pet—I mean, the snake you brought out of the Albanian jungle, She means something special to you, doesn't she?"

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am a fortune teller. I believe you have heard my name. In fact, there was some small unpleasant friction between us, which cost you two loyal My subordinates let me once again express my deep regret."

"However, I believe that this small friction will not affect our communication, Mr. Riddle, I have heard about your situation, and I believe that if you still have some reason left and you are not completely crazy, you are also aware of your situation. "

"You are in danger."

"Professor Dumbledore is trying to kill you for good, actually, he's already halfway there - he destroyed the Gaunt ring, he destroyed Hufflepuff's cup, he even found your place, Killed Nagini."

"And, of course, your boyish diary, which was destroyed by Harry Potter."

"Oh, Mr. Riddle, yes, of course I know the existence of Horcruxes—"

boom!
The whole hall exploded, and Umbridge let out a shriek of terror. She saw Voldemort's body exuding a substantial, thick black aura, which almost suffocated her.

"Horcrux?" She could feel that Professor Tang had said some very important and dangerous information in the letter.

But she couldn't help but continue to think, Voldemort had already raised his wand and pointed it at her.

"continue!"

(End of this chapter)