"Okay." Harry said. The three of them walked out of the broomstick.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Voldemort walked in a long, gloomy and dim underground passage, with green torches on both sides, following Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Master, can they succeed?" Bellatrix asked softly.

"It doesn't matter whether they succeed or not." Voldemort said coldly. After so long, he had completely calmed down, but his desire for his Horcrux increased day by day with the passage of time.

Especially after he failed to make a new Horcrux.

After the Battle of Hogsmeade, Voldemort realized that old man Dumbledore knew the secret of the Horcrux. Although he was frightened, he was not too scared. He calmed down and thought about it. Dumbledore was cursed and would die sooner or later. At that time, there was only one Felix Hepp left, and he firmly believed that he would not fail at least. Even at the critical moment, it would not be impossible to exchange one life for one life. After all, he still had a Horcrux to stay with him and could continue to make Horcrux.

But when he planned to use Principal Ifamoni's death to create a new Horcrux, the violent tremor on his soul made him frightened, as if he would disappear in the next second.

Voldemort realized that he might not be able to split his soul any more.

The inability to split the soul means that the new Horcrux is unable to be made, which means that every Horcrux that still exists is extremely important.

That is not a life, but countless lives.

The news brought back by Severus was mixed. He did not find the wreckage of the locket from Black's old house, but the house-raising elf did survive, which shows that he thought his loyal servant had really betrayed him and gave him a fatal blow.

But combined with the information that Regulus Black was dead, he could probably guess that Regulus had not had time to destroy the Horcrux, but exchanged his life for the life of the house elf.

He was confident enough in the magic trap he had laid.

"That's stupid," he said gritting his teeth.

"Master?" Bellatrix looked at him in confusion.

Voldemort ignored her and continued walking in the gloomy and deep corridor, deeper and deeper into the ground, with a faint rustling sound from the end.

There are indeed some tricks for the house elf, and he fell into trouble in this matter... However, the house elf's power is too weak to destroy the Horcrux. If Severus had not found the locket from the old house, it would probably fall into the hands of old man Dumbledore.

The whereabouts of two Horcruxes were unknown... Voldemort clenched his fists suddenly, and a dangerous red light flashed in his eyes.

Just as Dumbledore knew Voldemort, Voldemort also thought he had seen through Dumbledore. He knew one thing: no matter whether those two Horcruxes were still there, he would definitely destroy them all before Dumbledore's death...

Voldemort took a deep breath, "Bella." He whispered, and Bellatrix looked up at him respectfully.

“Call all power.”

"But"

Voldemort glanced at her coldly, and she stopped talking immediately.
Chapter completed!