Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 401, Section 395. Anti-Potion - Serajon Potion

Voldemort left with Lucius and Bellatrix, and their good mood vanished instantly when they discovered that Malfoy Manor had been seized by the Aurors.

Soon, using the Black Mark, they found Antonin Dolokhov, who had fled when he sensed something was wrong.

"Who did it?"

Voldemort was furious, and the tangible magical power emanating from him made it hard for everyone to breathe. Even Bellatrix, the madwoman, dared not laugh wildly at this moment and prostrated herself at Voldemort's feet like the other Death Eaters.

Although he could rush into the Ministry of Magic at any time to rescue those Death Eaters if they were captured, losing face was a real loss.

His magic has grown stronger again.

Lucius's secret passage.

Voldemort's power increases periodically, and he is gradually approaching his strongest point. No, perhaps even stronger than before.

Of course, he was getting angry more and more often than he was now, and the dangerous magical transformations continued, making his personality irritable again.

"Is that Dumbledore?"

"I didn't see Dumbledore; it was Fudge leading a group of Aurors."

Dolokhov said, forcing himself to speak.

He wanted Dumbledore to lead the team so he could escape punishment, but he never saw Dumbledore anywhere.

As for deceiving Voldemort.

Who would dare lie to one of the world's top Legilimency masters?

"waste!"

Voldemort didn't even flinch; with just a roar, the magical energy that sent Dolokhov flying. The poor Death Eater crashed into a large tree, spitting blood, and lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud.

However, no one dared to step forward to help them up. Everyone tacitly lay prostrate on the ground, not even lifting their heads.

No one wanted to provoke Voldemort in his rage.

After venting his anger, Voldemort calmed down. He was indeed bloodthirsty, but he only killed his enemies and those who had betrayed him or were suspected of betraying him.

The Death Eaters' morale is low right now, and if they continue to kill indiscriminately, it could be detrimental to their future.

There's also a major threat: Dumbledore is watching from the opposite side like a hawk.

And this isn't Dolokhov's fault. He wasn't in charge.

But why was the location of the gathering discovered?

Not only did he pinpoint the exact location of Malfoy Manor, but he also happened to leave at the perfect moment with Bella and Lucius.

Undercover?

The thought flashed through Voldemort's mind.

He casually glanced at Lucius.

for a while

Lucius can be ruled out.

Voldemort saw nothing amiss, and the seizure of Malfoy Manor did Lucius no good whatsoever; on the contrary, it put him in danger.

Even if they manage to escape this time, they'll be skinned alive.

His gaze then swept over Bella. If Bella wasn't trustworthy, then no one was.

His gaze lingered on each of the Death Eaters, but he found nothing amiss.

I guess I'm overthinking it.

No one dared to deceive him, nor could anyone deceive him; this was the arrogance of a master.

It must have been a coincidence.

Voldemort turned his gaze into the distance, thinking to himself, but the Ministry of Magic was about to settle this score.

He also happened to need to go to the Ministry of Magic.

"Lucius, my loyal servant, go and settle things at Malfoy Manor. I'm giving you a week. You should be able to do it, right?"

In any case, the purse must not be damaged.

"No problem, my master," Lucius said humbly.

Regardless of whether there is a problem or not, at this point you can only answer "no problem," unless it is truly impossible to complete.

Today's matter is both a big deal and a simple matter.

At least no Auror saw him hanging out with Death Eaters, right?

The Malfoys were victims.

While Lucius was away, an escaped Death Eater broke in and was captured by passing Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. To express his gratitude, Lucius offered to give them Galleons.

See, it's all done now, isn't it?

"Very good." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Rodolphus: "Go and gather the rest of the men. In a week, come with me to cause a ruckus at the Ministry of Magic."

"It's time to stir things up. I think people have forgotten the fear they once felt when I was dominated by the Dark Lord. Let's remind them of it."

"The rest of you go and contact the werewolves, the giants, and our other allies, and show them what a new era is coming."

"It's time to say goodbye to the old days."

The Death Eaters dared not refuse, nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

"Also, can anyone tell me how they defeated you? You probably had a huge numerical advantage, right?"

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. Based on his understanding of the Aurors, he would never unilaterally crush the Death Eaters.

"Cough cough."

Dolokhov struggled to his feet and shakily pulled a test tube from his pocket, which contained a tiny bit of liquid.

"Master, they used this. After taking this, everyone's movements became extremely fast."

"We can't catch a trace of them at all."

Voldemort took the bottle and placed it near the two holes in his face; he smelled the potion.

This is a magic potion.

"A potion I've never seen before, with a very peculiar taste."

He seemed to remember that last year at Old Riddle Cemetery, that little devil named Dursley had also drunk something similar and then became very difficult to deal with. He, as a goblin, had almost suffered a loss—cough, he had already suffered a loss.

So that's why he suddenly became stronger?

He can use potions just like anyone else.

If he were to arm his Death Eaters with something like this...

Voldemort smiled at this thought.

There is a Potions Master among the Death Eaters.

It's not difficult to replicate this potion.

Two days later, Snape, who was preparing the magic potion in the Hogwarts professors' dormitory, received an unsigned letter with a test tube containing only a little bit of residue hanging on it.

"Find out the formula for this potion for me."

The letter contained only a few simple, seemingly random words, but Snape knew who the letter belonged to.

That person actually came to see him so early.

Thinking this, Snape uncorked the test tube and gently sniffed it.

The next second, Snape's expression turned very strange.

He clearly recognized what kind of medicine it was.

The "Bresta Potion" made by Dudley, which could also be called the "Superman Potion," was a potion he was very familiar with.

But it seems the production method is still the old version.

If I remember correctly, this version has flaws.

Furthermore, Dali also created an antidote to this defect—the Serazon drug.

(End of this chapter)