The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 1400 A gift for Tom
"Aren't you resting yet?"

After the door of the study room was knocked a few times, Isobel, who was wearing a nightgown, pushed the door and walked into the study room. She put the freshly warmed milk on the desk in front of Albert, and her gaze swept away from the parchment on the desk. However, it fell on the face of Albert who was reading seriously.

"You rest first!" Albert said softly, "I still have something to do."

"You can use the Time Converter to come back to deal with your business after you wake up?" Isobel leaned over Albert's neck, kissed him on the cheek and said, "It won't delay your business anyway."

"Well, you're right."

Albert seemed really convinced, picked up the cup and drank all the milk in one gulp, then got up and went back to sleep.

Not long after Albert left, countless ink dots suddenly appeared on the parchment that he spread out on the table, outlining a map, and a familiar name suddenly appeared on the map: Tom Riddle.

Not long after, the door of the study was pushed open again, and a figure came to the desk, looked down at the map on the desk, and fell on the ink dot named Tom Riddle, whispered, "I hope you like this gift, Tom."

"Meow!"

The fat cat Tom let out a soft cry, and the whole cat lay directly on the map in front of Albert.

"I'm not talking about you."

Albert reached out to remove Tom's tail.

At this moment, the location on the map is snowing heavily, and since nightfall, the heavy snow has not shown signs of weakening.

A figure in a cloak appeared without warning. He ignored the wind and snow around him, walked towards the distance, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary house.

"Finally found you, you really let me..."

Voldemort murmured as he raised his wand, the door in front of him suddenly exploded, and the rude visitor stepped on the fragments of the wooden door without hesitation and walked into the house. After glancing at the empty hall, he went straight to the bedroom go.

With a bang, the door exploded again.

The room was very warm, but it was already empty, and the owner of the house had left in a hurry at some point.

Voldemort glanced at the empty room, his eyes stayed on the fireplace for a moment, and then disappeared out of thin air.

When he reappeared, he was standing in a dead street, the crackle of Apparition far away on the night street.

But this will not affect Voldemort's determination to catch his prey in the slightest.

For this, he has put in countless efforts and waited for too long.

Following fresh footprints in the snow, Voldemort stopped by the side of a house where the traces of Apparition still remained.

"You can't escape," he murmured.

Followed by Apparation and left.

This time in a wilderness... deserted villages, woods,

again and again.

The man seemed to know that someone was chasing him behind him, and he was trying to Apparate to shake off the enemy behind him.

A irritating hunt began quietly.

One desperately Apparated to escape, while the other frantically gave chase.

The hunt is officially over when one of them no longer Apparates to escape, or the other stops frantically chasing 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 in this way, making him look like a fool.

This made Voldemort's good mood to find Gregorovich gone.

Because if it was true, Voldemort knew all too well what that meant.

Gotta get that damn guy ASAP.

After a long chase, Voldemort finally stopped when he noticed that Gregorovich's footprints had disappeared.

Yes, that person disappeared out of thin air.

Moreover, there was no trace of Apparation left around.

Sure enough, he was tricked.

Voldemort's mood went from bad to worse.

After he raised his wand and chanted a spell, his whole body suddenly rose into the air and flew towards a certain direction.

After a while, Voldemort returned to the house where he found Gregorovich. It was the same as when he had come here before, except that during the chase just now, some wind and snow had drifted into the house through the blown wooden door.

Voldemort walked into the house again stepping on the broken wooden door, and walked directly to the bedroom just now.

It was cold in the bedroom, and the fire in the fireplace had died out.

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at the fireplace. The fire that had been extinguished was ignited again. He walked to the fireplace and directly lowered his head into the fireplace.

There is a secret room hidden in the fireplace.

When Voldemort first entered, there was a deadly sense of crisis rushing towards him, and a forest of green was shrouded in front of him.

Avada Kedavra!
Even Voldemort, in the face of the Killing Curse, also had to stay away, not to mention a sudden attack.

Voldemort had to dodge in embarrassment.

When he was about to fight back, another green light flew towards him, but this time it was stopped by Voldemort, and the two deadly Avada Kedavra collided in mid-air, entering a decisive force of magical power.

The sneak attacker was obviously not Voldemort's opponent, and Avada Kedavra directly bounced back and took his life.

Looking at the dead "Grigorovitch", Voldemort's face was very ugly, and he suspected that he had been played by someone.

As for evidence, Voldemort never needed evidence.

Grigovich didn't have the courage to resist him at all. It should be said that few people in Europe dared to resist him.

Albert Anderson!

Voldemort gritted his teeth, and only that scumbag would do such a thing.

After the unfortunate death of "Grigovich", the parchment on the wall suddenly burned, and a hoarse sound sounded.

"Merry Christmas Tom, I have a Christmas present for you."

"Damn!"

Voldemort was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. Just as he was about to pour out his anger on the body of "Grigovitch", there was a rush of footsteps outside.

A group of Aurors surrounded the place.

"Yes, you are surrounded"

That loathsome voice sounded again, as if that damned Mudblood was here, witnessing it all.

"Surrounded by that group of trash."

Voldemort, who had just accumulated a lot of anger and had nowhere to vent, directly attacked the Auror outside.

The battle soon began.

In front of the ferocious Voldemort, this group of unlucky people who had been attracted and hadn't 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 exactly what that Mudblood wanted to do, but so what, but that group of people didn't have the courage to fight him at all. If they really had the courage, they would have come together to kill him.

(End of this chapter)