That day, ferranze visited Hogwarts in the dead of night.

    No one knows what he talked to Dumbledore, but when he left, Dumbledore''s face was very strange, like eating expired candy.

    The old man never thought that his promising successor had become the number one enemy in the magic world.

    The key is

    It was with his consent.

    So, he, Lao Deng, seems to be an accomplice?

    ......

    Oddly enough, Voldemort''s physical condition has improved day by day since he lost the ring.

    The waist is not sour and the legs are not painful. It''s even more powerful to catch mice in the sewer~

    But with it is the extreme emptiness of the heart.

    The damn Ministry of magic took his baby.

    He will never forgive!

    "Ministry of magic, Department of mystery."

    Gnashing his teeth, he repeated the two words. Voldemort''s dirty face was full of ferocity.

    In the past, when he was in power, he had a lot of contact with the Ministry of magic. Some of the twists and turns inside him were very clear.

    Those two Aurors are obviously not ordinary department members, so there is only one answer left.

    Mystery division!

    Only they have such combat power.

    Of course, the Dark Lord at the bottom of his life did not know that the ring was not taken away by the Department of mystery affairs, but returned to its original owner.

    This is a misunderstanding.

    That day, Klein scared the Aurors of the two mystery departments away from the comatose Dark Lord.

    When Voldemort woke up and saw his bare fingers, he would subconsciously think that the Ministry of magic had robbed him.

    As for why I didn''t take him

    Is that the point?

    The point is that the ring is gone, okay!

    "Squeak."

    Thinking about his next plan, Voldemort suddenly heard a series of mouse calls.

    Impatiently turned his head, he immediately released a curse to kill the humble existence who dared to offend the Dark Lord.

    "So weak..."

    Voldemort''s eyes were not half happy when he killed the mouse. Looking at those thin hands, he couldn''t help feeling sad.

    Without the blessing of the power of the Lord of the rings, he can''t even perform the most basic "broken bones"?

    "Forget it."

    After a long time, Voldemort comforted himself softly and shook his head helplessly.

    "At least dinner is available."

    Maybe it''s "good people don''t live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years", or maybe it''s "good times turn around. In short, when Voldemort reached out to reach the dead mouse, his luck came!

    "Hua, Hua, Hua..."

    The unnatural sound of running water made Voldemort stop the movement of his hand and listen to the movement around him. A trace of doubt flashed in the Dark Lord''s big eyes.

    This movement is by no means a mouse.

    "Ha ~ ha ~ ha ~"

    From far to near, the gasping sound of big mouth is more and more obvious.

    Voldemort held his breath, curled up and hid in the dark corner, watching everything outside vigilantly.

    Before long, a man covered in blood came into his sight.

    It was a bearded middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with his hair in a chicken nest and his face full of dirt.

    Um

    It is very consistent with Voldemort''s image of a fugitive wanted man.

    The man seemed very tired. After confirming that he had escaped the chase, whether he did it or not, he sat down in the sewage of the sewer and showed a happy expression for the rest of his life.

    "Hey, hey, you want to catch me? It''s not that easy!"

    Spit hard, and the man''s face showed a grim smile.

    He has enough capital to be proud.

    You know, he killed his way under the siege of three Aurors!

    Although he has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, he still wins in the end!

    As the saying goes, if you don''t die, there must be something else to make you die.

    When a person is unlucky, drinking cold water can plug his teeth.

    Just as men relaxed and imagined the wonderful life after escaping from Britain, a pair of thin hands crept out of the darkness

    "All Petrochemical!"

    Voldemort knew he had only one chance, so this "petrification spell" used almost all his magic.

    The goddess of luck was on his side this time.

    The man who just escaped from his life never thought that such a danger would be hidden in the inaccessible sewer.

    For a moment, Voldemort overcast him!

    "Ha!"

    With a wild laugh, Voldemort rushed out of the shadow and almost grabbed the wand held by the man in his hand.

    When the mismatched wand fell into the palm of his hand, Voldemort''s heart was finally put back to his stomach.

    Finally, he has a wand!

    "Say, who are you and what happened outside!"

    With the tip of the stick against the man''s forehead, Voldemort looked like an evil ghost from the abyss. His hoarse voice was like an old cat. The sinister look in his big eyes made the man sweat.

    "I... Gus... Outside... The king of the alley... The Ministry of magic..."

    Because of the influence of "petrification curse", men have a hard time answering.

    But Voldemort inferred from his words what was going on outside.

    Because a black wizard from "overturned alley" was born, the Ministry of magic is attacking all illegal black wizards in Britain.

    "Deathly Hallows, rings, Sauron."

    The more you ponder, the more frightened you are. The guy named Soren has such a big background?

    Voldemort knew the Deathly Hallows. In fact, when he gained power, he had been looking for the "old wand" in the Deathly Hallows.

    But

    The ring?

    That Soren has a ring, too?

    "It must be a coincidence."

    He shook his head, and Voldemort suppressed his doubts.

    His authority is unique, a choice made by fate!

    Soren''s ring may only be a special item containing magic like the magic stone.

    But the owner of the Deathly Hallows?

    This made Voldemort care.

    If he can get three Deathly Hallows, he will rise again and regain the title of the Dark Lord.

    However, it is not easy to do this.

    "You need to plan well."

    Voldemort is a forbearing hero. In those years, he could hide under Hogwarts and Dumbledore''s eyelids for so many years. A temporary dormancy was nothing to him.

    As long as you have a goal, you must achieve it. A snake hidden in the dark will be dead if it doesn''t move. If it shows its fangs, it will kill people in an instant!

    "Ministry of magic, Soren."

    Secretly keeping his opponent in mind, Voldemort sneered and poked his wand into the man''s temple.

    Hiss and wails rang through the sewers, but soon calmed down again.

    Voldemort searched the man''s body carefully, took all the things that were useful to him, wrapped in a black robe and left the sewer.

    With a certain self-protection ability, it''s time to leave here and take a look at the outside world.

    His first stop was "overturning the alley".