The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 488 Voldemort's Wrath (Please subscribe, please bookmark, please vote)
Just when Ryan and his friends had successfully returned to their manor, a shadow in a black robe appeared at the place where they had just fought with the Death Eaters. The shadow looked around and took out his wand to cast several spells, trying to recall what had just happened here, but all his efforts failed, and only a white curtain of light appeared in front of him.

After many failed attempts, the man in black robes could only helplessly put away his wand and Apparate away from the street. Then he suddenly appeared from the void and appeared on another street. This street seemed to be in the wild, with only a few street lights in the town in the distance. He took a few quick steps, turned around a bush, and came to a wrought iron gate, and then passed through the iron gate directly like mist.

Walking down the stone path, at the end of the path was a two-story, inconspicuous red brick building. The glass of the window shone slightly under the starlight. After the black-robed man walked up the stone steps, the door opened automatically.

In the dim light, it can be seen that the hallway is not large, but it is very ornately decorated. The corners and ceilings are decorated with gilded plaster sculptures. When the black-robed man walked through the corridor on the green marble floor, the pale portraits on the wall followed him with their eyes. Then he stopped in front of an oak door. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally made up his mind to turn the bronze doorknob and pushed the door open.

The atmosphere in the living room was very depressing, just like a thick dark cloud covering the room. Even though the fire in the marble fireplace was burning very brightly, people sitting at the long table in the living room felt like they were in an ice cellar. The source of the cold air came from Voldemort, who had no hair or nose, and whose eyes were as pale as red snake eyes.

"--You are all good-for-nothings and traitors. None of you were able to give a warning of the sudden appearance of the enemy. Don't you claim to have all the secrets? Why are you all silent now?" After a hissing curse like a snake, Voldemort turned around and looked at the man in black robe who had just entered.

"Rookwood, I hope you bring good news--" Voldemort said to the man in black robes in a cold tone.

"I'm sorry, Master." The man in black robes knelt down immediately. "I swear I tried my best, but that place is covered with magic that I have never seen before. I... I... ah——"

Seeing Rookwood writhing and screaming like a fish on the ground after being hit by Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse, everyone in the room lowered their heads. Everyone tried to shrink themselves to be smaller and less conspicuous. Amid the wailing, the Death Eaters felt that two minutes were as long as two days. Fortunately, Voldemort's punishment was finally over, leaving Rookwood twitching uncontrollably on the marble floor.

"Okay, can anyone tell me where these new enemies come from?" Voldemort said to the other people at the table. After finding that they wanted to hide him under the table, he angrily called out their names. "Avery, tell me."

"I think this must be a trick of Dumbledore, ah——" Avery had just finished speaking when he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse by Voldemort. He slid off the marble-inlaid chair and twitched on the ground like Rookwood before.

"I don't want to hear such evasive remarks. Everyone here knows that such a ruthless style of killing is definitely not something that old man Dumbledore and his weak followers can do." Voldemort put away his wand and said angrily, "Think about it, how many people have we sacrificed since we got together again? Barty Crouch Jr., Wormtail, Antonin Dolohov, the Carrow brothers and sisters, Walton MacNeill, Selwyn, Crabbe and Goyle. In addition, there are five foreigners who defected to us and two dirty werewolves."

At this point, Voldemort's pale face turned slightly black, and he roared loudly: "In just one year, we have lost 14 people. If you include the two werewolves, it's 16. This does not include the European giants who were almost wiped out. I don't think we lost so many people in such a short time in the last war."

"We never found most of their bodies; they may have simply disappeared," Travers argued rapidly, and Voldemort turned and stared into his eyes until he was so frightened that he slid off his chair and kissed the hem of his robes.

"Travers, if you continue to be so stupid, I may need to consider withdrawing my trust in you. The information Bella brought is very clear. Now there is a group of enemies that we don't understand at all appearing around us, and we knew nothing about it before. Isn't this your dereliction of duty?"

"For too long, many of our oldest families have degenerated in their comfortable lives." Voldemort continued. At this time, Bellatrix, who was empty under her skirt, held her breath and stared at him earnestly. "You must prune the branches and leaves to keep it healthy, don't you? Cut off those parts that threaten the overall health, and let these old and stale parts become vibrant again." Most of the people at the table shrank their necks like quails, trying to avoid Voldemort's sweeping gaze. Only Bella, who was now unable to move, looked at Voldemort with fanatical eyes and said, "As long as you give the order, I will do my best to do it."

"I don't hope there will be such an opportunity." Voldemort glanced at the people sitting at the table, and I couldn't help but shudder at everyone he saw. "But if they are still as incompetent as they are now, I may need to waste some precious wizard blood, leaving only those wizards with pure blood..."

Voldemort raised a wand that he got from nowhere and waved it in the air, revealing the faces of three girls. When Voldemort read the appearance of the girl who fought with Bella from her memory, he was shocked and trembling with excitement. He remembered that his resurrection was due to this person's intervention, which led to his failure to fulfill his mission. In the end, he could only spend a lot of energy and resources to solve the hidden dangers in his body, and at the same time, he had been enduring physical and spiritual torture for such a long time.

"You need to find them now and kill them. Otherwise -" Voldemort said this and reached out his wandless hand to touch Nagini's nose, "I don't want to give my Nagini extra food."

The Death Eaters quickly expressed their loyalty to their master, but Voldemort just glanced at them and began to make two new legs for Bella. However, something even more upsetting happened, because he had no idea what magic had caused Bella's kidney to be lost, and of course he couldn't help Bella make another silver kidney to replace it.

Just as Voldemort was getting restless about this matter, Ryan and the others were sitting in the living room of the manor, drinking tea and discussing this issue.

"You said that Jill's curse attack needs to meet three conditions: it is night time, the target is a woman, and there is fog. Then why does this kind of magic require such complicated conditions to be activated? I don't know much about curses. Can you tell me about it?" Hermione said, looking at Rose Crystal with eyes hungry for knowledge.

"That's right." Rose Crystal stood up from the sofa. "Since you have come into contact with the rules, you should understand that Jill's attack this time relied on the power of the rules. After the prerequisites for the curse were met, Jill could use the influence and faith of her counterpart in this world to influence the power of some worlds to recreate the tragedy caused by Jack the Ripper in this world."

"For example?" Ryan asked.

"In theory, this curse attack can dig out all the internal organs of the target. But as a wizard proficient in black magic, Bella's resistance to curses is much higher than that of normal people, so in the end only her kidney was removed. Jill is still a little unhappy because of this. Because she thinks it is a pity that she didn't have a perfect victory when she came to help me for the first time."

"This is already very powerful." Hermione praised from the bottom of her heart. As a person who had fought with Bella before, Jill's fighting power was much stronger than she expected, as she could withstand Bella's attack head-on and cause her serious injuries. At least now when facing Bella's attack, she still chose to dodge and counterattack, and could not withstand the curse head-on.

After that, everyone started discussing curses and rules, and didn't go back to their rooms to rest until the clock struck midnight.

(End of this chapter)