Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 477, Section 472: My Beloved Servant, You Must Die.

While Hogwarts was dealing with the remaining Death Eaters, Voldemort had already returned to their current stronghold.

Although Voldemort had almost lost his entire most loyal army of Death Eaters (the Azkaban) at Hogwarts, he was in an unusually good mood.

Because he got the Elder Wand he had always dreamed of.

Back at headquarters, he gathered all his men and began assigning tasks.

Yes, with Dumbledore's death, Voldemort no longer had any scruples, and he was finally ready to pursue his small goal of unifying the European wizarding world.

"Fenrir, your task is to lead your werewolf army and humanoid witches. Dementors and banshees will cooperate with you. I want you to spread fear as much as possible."

The more people fear the name Voldemort, the stronger he becomes. He has cursed the name, and fear is not only the banshees' favorite food, but also one of the sources of Voldemort's power.

That's why those succubi hit it off with him so easily.

Fenrir the werewolf readily accepted the order, as it was something he enjoyed doing most.

"Snape, make as many of those potions as you can last time."

There's no need to hide it anymore.

I'm not pretending anymore.

They can now openly and directly attack each other.

"Yes, Master."

"Finally, Lucius, your mission is the most important. I want you to take your men to Germany, seize the Ministry of Magic there, and obtain all the information there."

"The Ministry of Magic there has what I need."

Almost all of the Death Eaters accepted Voldemort's orders.

However, his first target was not England as he had anticipated, but Germany.

Yes, Germany.

The German Ministry of Magic has what it needs most.

Important information about the Elder Wand.

Voldemort's main reason for retreating was not the mysterious deaths of the Death Eaters. No matter how loyal his servants were, they were just tools to him. His main reason for leaving was partly because he was worried about what tricks the dead Dumbledore was up to, and most importantly, because when he was fighting Dudley and the others, he suddenly felt that the Elder Wand, which he had been holding, was out of his control for a moment.

Although it was only a very short time, Voldemort was certain that this was not his imagination. This was why he chose to retreat at this crucial moment. Compared to killing everyone present, the issue of the Elder Wand was the most important. He needed to completely control the Elder Wand.

Another point is that, although the Elder Wand has already given him tremendous power, he still feels that it can be even stronger.

So he went to find the secret of the Elder Wand, the final secret.

Led by Fenrir, the evil dark creatures committed countless horrific acts, making the already turbulent situation even more unsettling. Voldemort's condition improved, and all the Death Eaters sensed that his power was still growing.

Wizards of all abilities began to flee, perhaps to South America or Africa; in any case, they no longer wanted to stay in this land that was gradually descending into chaos.

Not long after, Beauxbatons School of Magic also announced its closure. Many students and their parents had been attacked by those evil creatures, and the French Ministry of Magic was already considering surrendering.

The German Ministry of Magic.

There are no wizards of Grindelwald's caliber guarding this place, and the Minister of Magic there is no different from Fudge in the past, perhaps even more arrogant.

Lucius easily placed a "mole" into the position of Minister of Magic.

Voldemort also obtained the information he wanted shortly afterward.

The last little secret about the Elder Wand.

Voldemort emerged from the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic with an expressionless face, his expression as cold as if frozen solid.

This is something that has absolutely never happened in recent times.

His expression made the Death Eaters uneasy, fearing that they might provoke him.

"Someone, go and fetch Bellatrix."

Voldemort locked himself in his room for a very long time, and in a hoarse voice he gave orders to the Death Eaters standing guard outside the door.

The room was very dark, and human eyesight could not see anything inside. There were no lights or electricity. When Bella heard Voldemort calling her, she thought something important had happened and rushed over immediately.

"Master, you wanted to see me?"

Bella struggled to pinpoint Voldemort's location in the darkness.

"I need your help."

When Voldemort's hoarse voice rang out, Bella found Voldemort.

"Whatever you need, I will give it to you with open arms, whatever it may be."

Bella gently placed her hand on Voldemort's chest, repeating her earlier words with profound meaning.

"You should know that I received the most powerful wand from Dumbledore—the Elder Wand."

"Yes, Master. It was so tall and so majestic when you owned it."

"You are the symbol of invincibility."

Bella gazed intently at Voldemort's location, though she couldn't see his face clearly at all, but that didn't stop her from giving him that look.

"No, I am not yet," Voldemort said, his voice ethereal and devoid of emotion, like a cold machine: "because I am not yet the true master of the Elder Wand."

"This wand is rejecting me. Although it is still very powerful, it is not perfect, and I don't like imperfect things."

"I investigated all the information about the Elder Wand; I 'visited' Ollivander and Gregorovich one by one."

The word "visit" he used was not a positive one. Grigorovich was brutally murdered by him, and Ollivander still doesn't know where he is being imprisoned.

"Finally... finally, at the German Ministry of Magic, I found the answer I was looking for. There is only one way to fully master the Elder Wand."

Bella listened quietly without saying a word, only staring with fascination at Voldemort, whom she could not see clearly at all.

Voldemort paused here as well, staring at Bella with an unreadable gaze, the wife of his servant, the earliest Death Eater, and his most trusted subordinate.

I don't know how much time has passed. Minutes? Hours?

When Voldemort spoke again, his tone was resolute and firm.

"Kill the previous holder."

"Bella, you killed Dumbledore, so you are its master, and I want to become its master."

At this point, a pair of strong, powerful hands gripped Bellatrix's neck like iron clamps, tightening their grip little by little until she couldn't breathe.

Voldemort's voice rang in Bella's ears.

"I'm sorry, my dearest servant, but you must die."

(End of this chapter)