The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 1420 Voldemort Enlightened Again
The lights were still on in the villages hit by the snowstorm, and people drew heavy curtains to keep the cold out of the windows.Let the wind and snow outside beat on the windows, but it has no effect on the village residents who are warming up by the electric stove. They have long been used to hiding by the fireplace and watching TV at this time.

It’s so cold!

For some unknown reason, the whole family who were watching TV shivered in unison. It seemed that an inexplicable chill entered the room. The male owner of the house, urged by the family around him, left the heavy blanket and checked the room next to him. electric stove.

"Not bad."

He stretched out his hand to bake by the electric stove, and looked suspiciously at the window blocked by the thick curtain.

Could it be that the windows are leaking?

He walked over suspiciously, stretched out his hand to part the thick curtain and looked outside, staring in astonishment at the gradually frozen glass in front of him.

what on earth is it?

Before people could figure out the specific situation, this remote small village suddenly became noisy, as if something bad was happening quietly.

A bone-chilling chill suddenly surged into my heart, and then I fell to the ground in a trance and weak.

Panic and screams followed.

Outside the village, in the wind and snow, Voldemort in a cloak was staring indifferently at the village that was gradually falling into chaos.

The wizards did not end themselves, but let the dementors ingest the souls of those Muggles. This is undoubtedly an extremely crazy decision, but Voldemort is also very happy to let the dementors continue to reproduce.

After a while, the village fell into strangeness again, and the dementors who sucked the soul began to gather together, preparing to split and reproduce more dementors.

"The people from the Order of the Phoenix didn't show up?"

Looking at the dark wizards who were busy transferring the empty shells of the souls that had been sucked out of the village to freeze to death outside, Voldemort asked Yaxley beside him.

"No, master."

Yaxley was very disappointed, but he didn't forget to flatter Voldemort, "Those cowardly mice are afraid of their master, and they dare not come at all."

"fear?"

Voldemort repeated the word softly.

To be honest, he didn't think that group of people would be afraid of him, especially that Mudblood called Albert Anderson, but they obviously had their own brains, and they wouldn't be stupid enough to step on his carefully prepared trap.

That's not a good sign, but that's to be expected.

Yes, if it was him himself, he would definitely not do that kind of stupid thing.

"Owner."

Yaxley looked disturbed.

"Don't those guys always claim to be righteous? Then force them out."

Looking at the Death Eaters and dark wizards who were turning the corpses into Inferi, Voldemort said to Yaxley beside him, "Anyway, there are as many Muggle corpses as there are."

"Owner."

Snape, who had been silent until now, spoke after some hesitation.

"I'm afraid it won't be able to lure that Anderson out. He doesn't care about Muggle casualties at all." Snape never thought that Voldemort planned to use such a simple and rude method.

"Oh, Severus, you seem to have a better way."

Voldemort turned his head to look at his left and right hands, as if expecting some good idea from Snape.

"Master, as far as I know, there was a saying in the Order of the Phoenix that they believed that Harry Potter would definitely fight you." Snape lowered his head while speaking, "I think they are doing something about it." Prepare."

Seeing that Voldemort didn't speak, Snape paused for a moment and continued, "I think we can consider strengthening everyone's fighting skills. It is already difficult for them to be opponents of those trained wizards."

This statement is undoubtedly very offensive, but it is also a cruel fact. The level of Death Eaters is really poor nowadays, even worse than those wizards who have just graduated.

"Is that damn prophecy again?"

Voldemort never forgot why he became what he was.

Thinking of this, those scarlet eyes became more piercing, and the Death Eaters around all lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at Voldemort.

World War I?
Just by Harry Potter?

Voldemort didn't think the guy had any qualifications.

Today, the famous savior has hardly aroused Voldemort's interest, let alone regarded him as a great enemy.

Harry Potter doesn't qualify.

Especially after he figured out about the wand, he stopped paying so much attention to the so-called savior.

Perhaps, Harry Potter has indeed become a bit evil since the pure woman saved him, and it always leads to not being able to kill him for some reason, but that kind of thing has become to Voldemort nowadays It doesn't matter anymore.

After all, he didn't necessarily need to kill Harry Potter himself, not to mention that guy was just Dumbledore's puppet.

The only one that Voldemort values ​​now is Albert Anderson, only that damned Mudblood!

Yes, Voldemort realized early on that the guy was a threat, but he still underestimated him.

After raising the threat level of that guy again and again, even treating him as a more difficult guy than Dumbledore, Voldemort still found that he still seriously ignored the seriousness of this matter.

He doubts... no, don't doubt, that damned prophecy,

The prophecy of a battle between him and Harry Potter must have been made by that guy, that Mudblood was preparing to use that opportunity to wipe them all out.

A ridiculous, yet extremely crazy plan.

If it was the moment when he was just resurrected, Voldemort would not have cared about such a ridiculous plan, but since the Death Eaters around him continued to decline, the newly joined Death Eaters were indeed as good as Snape said. Unable to tell the truth, Voldemort finally realized the mudblood's plot.

He even saw the shadow of Dumbledore in it, and the damn old guy found him a more difficult partner.

That Mudblood was undoubtedly crazier and more unscrupulous than Dumbledore.

"A decisive battle?"

Voldemort had realized that this was inevitable, and even if he didn't want to, the Mudblood would definitely have a way to force himself to participate in the so-called Armageddon.

Although Voldemort didn't think he would lose, after realizing the mudblood's plot, he couldn't have been unprepared, and he didn't want to be led by the nose by the mudblood.

"Keep trying to force them out."

Voldemort giving orders to Yaxley.

No matter what method is used, those damn rats must be crushed to death.

"And the new bunch of trash, Severus, don't let me down."

"Yes, Master."

Yaxley and Snape exchanged furtive glances, both surprised that Voldemort would agree.

This is not like him!

(End of this chapter)