Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 480, Section 475: Killing Someone Doesn't Mean Destroying Their Spirit (Also known as: Not a Drop of Wine in the Distillery)

"What do you mean, female or male! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Voldemort, of course, did not believe it. He had personally tested the power of the Elder Wand, which was enough to amplify a simple spell into a super-powerful one.

"You don't believe me?" Dudley looked at Voldemort with a sly smile, a smile that made Voldemort extremely uncomfortable. However, his next words made Voldemort even more uncomfortable: "Your female Elder Wand is useless against Professor Dumbledore's male Elder Wand, Tom, want to give it a try?"

Voldemort's eyes flickered. He didn't choose to attack directly, worried that this was a scheme. Every time he faced Dursley, nothing good came of it, and this time was no exception.

"Death Eaters, heed my command! Drink the potion and follow me! Kill them!"

Immediately, a group of Death Eaters from the crowd behind him responded, decisively pulling out vials and drinking the Bravestarl potion made by Snape.

But that wasn't all the Death Eaters. Lucius and his group simply stood there quietly, unmoved.

Lucius himself maintained a calm and composed expression, as if he had not heard Voldemort's orders.

Voldemort gave Lucius a deep look. He realized that his loyal subordinate was once again assessing the situation, and that if his side was at a disadvantage, they might defect at any moment.

Forget it, we have enough people anyway. Once we've dealt with these problems, he'll take care of them himself.

With the full buffs of "bear's strength, leopard's speed, eagle's eyes, and wolf's ears," charge!

"I want you all dead!"

The word "death" had barely left his lips when Dali swiftly pulled a small bottle from his pocket—a Serajong potion.

The potion traced a graceful parabola in the air before slamming into the ground, instantly filling the air with yellow smoke that enveloped the Death Eaters.

As the smoke cleared, the Death Eaters seemed to be cursed. Not only did they become incredibly slow, but they also forgot who they were, clutching their stomachs and yelling that they were hungry, with thunderous sounds emanating from their abdomens.

"The memory of a fish, the eyesight of a mouse, the speed of a sloth, the stamina of a leopard, and the appetite of a bear!" DEBUFF!

Voldemort's eyes widened as he abruptly turned his head, looking at Snape standing side-by-side with Lucius in disbelief: "Not just Lucius, but you too?!"

"Severus, why?! Why did you betray me?!"

His eyes looked like he wanted to devour Snape whole.

Snape was one of the three people he trusted most.

"Senior Tom!"

Dudley spoke again, and with each word he uttered, Voldemort's ominous feeling intensified: "What made you mistakenly believe that Professor Snape was one of yours?"

"Professor Snape has always been one of us."

"What did you do? I personally tested that potion and there was nothing wrong with it."

Voldemort was also very skilled in potions, but unfortunately he did not pursue further studies after graduation. Instead, he chose to specialize in dark magic. Otherwise, he would have become a potions master no less than Snape.

"Professor Snape's potion is fine; it's just that I deliberately leaked it to you."

"You had a backup plan?!"

"Bingo, Tom, it seems you're not too stupid after all."

Dudley's mocking voice made Voldemort's face darken.

I've been tricked; this was a conspiracy against me from beginning to end.

Fortunately, I still have a backup plan, and I still have the Horcrux.

His pupils contracted again the next moment.

Dudley was holding a pendant and a ring in his hand.

As the red light of the transmutation circle on the back of his hand flickered, the pendant turned into a pile of fragments, leaving only the gem in the center of the ring.

Dudley destroyed two Horcruxes in front of Voldemort: the Philosopher's Stone and the Mana Crystal.

"How dare you! How dare you!" Voldemort pointed at Dudley, trembling, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Logically, he should have been angry, even if he was furious, but Voldemort was not; a strange emotion was brewing in his heart.

Fear is fear.

He was actually afraid of the seemingly strong young wizard in front of him who hadn't even graduated yet.

Every step I take is seen through by the other party, and all my actions seem to be performed under the other party's gaze.

"Did you think there were two more Horcruxes?"

Dudley's words seemed to confirm Voldemort's suspicions, as if the other party was the master of Legilimency, and he himself was the one who had been seen through.

"Your next question will be, 'How did you know?'"

How did you know?

Dudley's words instilled fear in Voldemort once again.

Voldemort may seem cruel, but he is actually the most cowardly one, and everything he does is to cover up this fact.

I underestimated you!

"Yes, senior Tom, but even if you don't underestimate me, you are destined to fail."

What Dudley pulled out of his pocket again terrified him.

A golden cup. Hufflepuff's golden cup. The dwelling place of his soul.

"Because you misjudged the person from the very beginning."

When Voldemort turned around again, he didn't see Barty, the boy he trusted most and treated like his own son, but...

Good evening, Tom.

Moody greeted Voldemort warmly, and this was not the Moody who was disabled; his legs, hands, and eyes had all returned to normal.

In the magical world, as long as a curse can be broken, even restoring all the bones in one's body only takes one night, and Dudley has already broken the curses on Moody.

Just as Barty Jr. could impersonate Moody and infiltrate Hogwarts, Moody could also impersonate Barty Jr. and infiltrate Voldemort's inner circle.

This is called reciprocity.

That wasn't all. The black wizards Pipilu and Luxixi, standing next to Moody, just watched without making a move.

"Could it be..."

Voldemort's voice carried a hint of bitterness.

"That's right, Wizard Pipilu and Wizard Luxixi are also among our people."

"Of course. Those dark wizards you think they are too."

Voldemort:

Am I surrounded by undercover agents?

No, I still have Najib. I still have the most trustworthy person.

The moment Voldemort had this thought, he witnessed a scene that shattered his worldview and was even more shocking than being confronted by a minotaur in person.

His most trusted snake friend, Nagini, had come to Dali's side and was rubbing against Dali's palm with a fawning expression.

The appeal of Fantastic Beasts Food lies in the fact that no animal can resist the food Dudley makes.

At this moment, Voldemort's lips turned deathly pale, as if he had suffered a great blow.

"Actually, there is one person who is not."

Dudley wasn't provoking Voldemort enough: "That man has been killed by your own hand, Bellatrix."

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit.

(End of this chapter)