The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 659 Plan

After determining the number of Horcruxes, Loila nodded slightly and then began counting on her fingers.

There are six Horcruxes in total—first, the diary, which he destroyed himself—then the Ravenclaw tiara, which Voldemort retrieved himself—and then the locket, which he developed into the Soul Lantern.

Then there's this Horcrux in my hand, which I don't know where it came from—I counted, and there are already four Horcruxes that have either been destroyed or recycled.

In other words, Voldemort still has two Horcruxes whose whereabouts are unknown—but Roy estimates that given Voldemort's speed, he has likely already secretly retrieved one of them.

At most, there might only be one Horcrux left, or there might not be any Horcruxes left at all?

So where is that Horcrux?

Loila gently shook her head, then looked at the dying Death Eater—wait, isn't there a ready-made—ready-made prisoner right here?

Maybe I can ask him?

But—Roy circled the Death Eater once, and seeing him unconscious, it seemed unlikely that he could get any information out of him.

Hmm—wait a minute, how could I have forgotten about my memory headband? Although a while has passed, or rather, a long time, Loira still remembers how she saw Mr. Lockhart's memories back then.

Once you put on the headband, you can naturally see the other person's memories—isn't that much more useful than torture?

Loila nodded slightly as she thought about this, and then took out her headband from the Space Extension Book.

With a gentle wave of her wand, the headband was fastened to the Death Eater's head, and the other naturally landed on Loila's head as well.

I closed my eyes slightly, and everything around me was shrouded in a pale silver mist, and then it began to change.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pitch-black room. It is so dark that even with a few candles, you can barely make out a few figures.

Loila nodded at the memory of what looked like a villain's gathering. She hadn't expected to see something related to Voldemort right away.

"Master—we have successfully won over a portion of the Ansbach family, and they will join us soon."

Ok?

This memory seems to have been there for a while—it was probably during the summer vacation when the Ansbach family was in the picture.

"And what about the other part?" Voldemort asked, sitting in his chair, his expression cold as if he were deep in thought.

"The other part—" The one who spoke was a young man. Loila didn't recognize him, but since he was sitting next to Voldemort, he must be highly regarded by Voldemort.

After a few seconds of silence, the young man said, "The others are stubborn—they are still supporting UMNO."

"But please rest assured, Master—it won't be long before we've won them all over."

"Heh." Voldemort let out a cold laugh upon hearing this, then looked at the disheveled woman beside him who seemed a bit crazy.

"Bella—I'm leaving this to you."

"Yes—Master!"

Unfortunately, although she agreed readily, she didn't hesitate at all when she ran away.

Loila raised an eyebrow at the harmonious scene between master and servant, and surprisingly felt a unique sense of comfort, as if she were watching a stage play.

"Jenkins!" At this moment, Voldemort lowered his head slightly to look at the owner of the memory, the Death Eater named Jenkins.

His body trembled involuntarily upon hearing Voldemort's words.

"Master—my esteemed master—what are your orders?"

"Regarding Ollivander," Voldemort said calmly, "Ollivander possesses the secret of the Elder Wand."

"You must bring him back to me."

"But—" Jenkins hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Ministry of Magic has deployed many people there—perhaps only if you, Master, personally go—"

"I have more important things to do," Voldemort interrupted him, asking slowly, "and are you ordering me around?"

"No, no, no! I wouldn't dare—I wouldn't dare!" Jenkins immediately lowered his head and said, "I'm just—just a little stupid."

"Hmph." Voldemort snorted coldly and said, "This matter isn't too complicated—you just need to look for an opportunity."

"Yes, I understand."

"Hmm—" Voldemort nodded slightly, then looked at Bella as if he had thought of something: "Bella—if anything happens to her in the Ansbach family..."

"You don't need to hesitate—come back immediately."

eh?

So it turns out that this order to avoid battle was given by Voldemort?

But—why? Roy didn't think Voldemort was the type to be afraid of his subordinates being killed. Could it be because Bellatrix was a...person...?—So Voldemort, you—

Tsk tsk tsk — Loila never expected to see a gangster romance plot, something that even Mr. Lockhart's books rarely feature!

Amidst the somewhat surprised looks of everyone, Voldemort closed his eyes slightly and said, "Your life doesn't just belong to yourself; it also belongs to the Death Eaters and to me, your master."

Voldemort is much better at talking than Dumbledore — I served Hogwarts for so long, and Dumbledore kicked me out the moment he opened his mouth.

Loila actually thought of Dumbledore, such an unlucky guy, at this time. She pouted in dissatisfaction and continued to look at Voldemort.

"And—" Voldemort hesitated, then looked at Jenkins: "Jenkins—your men must not approach the central area of ​​Diagon Alley."

"The central area of ​​Diagon Alley?" Jenkins suddenly paused, then asked, "You mean...?"

"Don't go near Gringotts." Voldemort's order was a bit strange, which made Royla raise an eyebrow.

Why can't we get close to Gringotts?

Could it be that the Ministry of Magic has set something up there? Surely not? Loila didn't hear Mr. Parkinson mention anything about Gringotts.

Voldemort didn't explain much about this matter; he just looked coldly at Jenkins, leaving Jenkins with no room for doubt.

And it wasn't just him; Voldemort looked at all the Death Eaters present and said, "No one is to approach Gringotts—unless ordered by me."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master!"

This memory came to an end with a series of greetings related to the owner.

Um--

So it seems I haven't gotten any valuable clues—is it really because Jenkins is too bad?

Loila shook her head, then waved her wand and began to look at the next memory.