Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

Bella stood behind Voldemort without saying a word. This was her attitude as a servant.

These four guys, who didn't look like humans but were of similar races, introduced themselves to each other and sat down.

This is the person Voldemort would rather crawl into the sewer to see, one of the North American vampires and one of the three core elders of the Nosferatu family.

"To be honest, what you need is in our hands. I am happy to give it to you. However, I need some compensation. I believe you will understand."

After chatting for a while, Logos Nosferatu took the initiative to get the topic back on track.

During this period of time, Voldemort has been looking for some kind of magical antique, and someone who knew the situation naturally told them, so today was a transaction of interests.

"Of course, I totally understand! Just tell me what you need, my friend." With what he wanted right in front of him, Voldemort still retained a little patience.

Besides, this group of vampires can also be won over to be his helpers.

“What we want is simple. You have seen our current situation. Although this place is not bad after our transformation, it is difficult to hide the fact that we live in a dirty place.

So we want to bet our fate on you. After you get that thing and seize the world, as your helpers, we want a fair right to live on the ground!"

Logus slowly stated his needs.

This is not excessive. Rather than a request, it is more like a token of allegiance, because the current situation of their Nosferatu clan is too miserable.

The Nosferatu clan is burdened with an ancient and terrible curse! They no longer have the form of a "human", and are out of place among the vampires who are generally of high appearance.

Disdained by both humans and vampires, the ugly and terrifying Nosferatu had no choice but to live in catacombs, sewers, and other secret places in the medieval world.

In modern times, with the rise of cities, some Nosferatu ended their exiled lives, but they are still a minority, and most vampires still despise Nosferatu.

The Nosferatu clan is cursed by their form. The latent power twisted them and turned them into monsters. After being embraced, the Nosferatu members became uglier day by day. Other vampires rejected these guys who lived in sewers or catacombs, thinking that they were disgusting things and would not associate with them unless it was absolutely necessary.

Because of their ugly and twisted appearance, the Nosferatu clan must live underground, away from human society, and cannot hide among human society like other vampires.

Their ugliness and stigma forced them to avoid being discovered when they were on the ground, forcing them to max out their stealth talents, which also made them know the dark alleys and corners in the city better than any other creature! Even in places where there was a lack of cover, it had no effect! Therefore, the Nosferatu clan was an excellent source of information and intelligence collector.

This is also the reason why their clan decided to bet on Voldemort. According to the intelligence they have gathered, Voldemort has a great chance of taking over the world, or creating a new era, because he is now so powerful that no wizard can defeat him, so they want to take a gamble!

They don't want to live in the dark sewers anymore. When they go out to hunt for blood, they have to carefully avoid the disgust of the witchers, wizards, Aurors, and even their fellow vampires!

Especially the last point, they are all vampires, why should they be excluded and exiled just because they are ugly? It's not fair!

Looking at the three vampires who looked somewhat excited, Voldemort thought for a moment, and a happy smile appeared on his pale face.

"Of course, that's what I should do! If you support me, I will never let my friends down." Voldemort agreed decisively.

He wants to take in this vampire clan.

Before coming, Voldemort made a special effort to learn more about Nosferatu, and he knew a lot about them. He also knew that due to their common disability and contempt, the members of the Nosferatu clan were extremely united, and there would be no fighting that was common among other clans.

Because of their unity, if you offend one of them, you will offend all the members of the Nosferatu clan - this is a very terrible thing! At the same time, this is also a very united army!

Now the strength of his subordinates is uneven, and the gap between the strong and the weak is too large. He needs this team to join. There is nothing to be happy about just taking over Britain! What he wants is the world!

And it is even more impossible for him to personally go out and kill all those who resist him one by one, so it is very important to have a strong army to fight against the opposing magic army!

As for the human armies and their weapons...

As proud as he was, he had never considered it! No matter how powerful those ridiculous Muggle weapons were, as long as they controlled the Muggle leaders, they would not be a concern.

In his opinion, the threat from the wizarding world far outweighs that from the Muggle world.

"Not only that, I also promise you that if you help me seize this world, I can also make you the leader of the blood clan. You will be in charge of those blood clans who alienated you and hid in the human world to enjoy themselves. How about it!"

Voldemort has drawn another big pie!

However, he was not afraid that the three vampires would not eat, because he knew what they wanted most!

As fellow vampires, other vampires won’t play with them. This is the biggest thorn in their hearts and also the place where they can be easily controlled.

Sure enough, after Voldemort made this promise, the three old vampires became visibly excited!

Although they knew that this had not happened yet, they acted as if they had already seen this bright future.

Rogus gave Balam a look, and Balam stood up and walked out the back door. After a while, he came back with a big box.

"We have kept this thing for nearly five hundred years, from Europe to South America to now. We have moved to many places and lost a lot of things in the process, but this thing has been preserved!"

Rogers took the box and opened the tightly sealed box layer by layer while speaking.

After opening one layer, there is another layer. After opening three layers, there are three more layers.

They kept driving until Voldemort became a little impatient!

“How many layers of boxes did you put there? Is it that important?” Voldemort was a little anxious.

These things are right in front of me, but I can't get them immediately. It's really frustrating.

"Don't be impatient, Mr. Dark Lord. This is only the 29th floor. There are still 21 floors to be opened. There are only 50 floors in total." Logus said with a smile.

Voldemort and Bella, who was standing behind him, felt speechless at the same time.

After a long time, this magic box with fifty layers, like a Russian nesting doll, was finally opened, and an evil force spread from the box.

A look of joy appeared on Voldemort's face. He raised his wand and tapped it lightly, and the things in the box flew out.

It was a goose egg-sized seal with a square lower part and a strange symbol engraved underneath. The upper part was a demon with five eyes, goat horns, goat hooves, a pair of bat wings and a snake tail behind his back.

"This thing has a very strong evil power and can affect people's minds. Even our Nosferatu tribe, who are burdened with an ancient curse, will still be affected by it and become insane, irritable and aggressive. That's why we have to use so many boxes to isolate its power."

After opening the box, Logos and the other two looked alert. When the secret was passed to them, it was accidentally leaked once. That time, it caused internal strife among the Nosferatu family, which had always been united!

It wasn't intentional, but it was still a nightmare.

"Very good, this is it!" Voldemort smiled with satisfaction and put the seal back with a wave of his wand.

Now that he has the stuff in hand, he can start.

Chapter 532: A landmark reunion

New York--

"My friend, although it's not nice to call you here, I have to do it. Come and see for yourself."

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, Ivan was hurriedly pulled over by Cedric, leaving him completely confused.

The day before, he took David and his group of werewolf wizards to Siberia to help the Liangshan staff fight off the Death Eaters who wanted to besiege the Liangshan Farm.

When he was almost done with the fight, he received an urgent call from Cedric!

There was no choice but to speed back to London and then go to New York via the London node.

As soon as he appeared, he was dragged away before he could even stand firmly. What happened that made him so urgent?

However, Cedric did not give Ivan time to ask questions. He would know the answer after seeing it with his own eyes.

The top floor of the New York Zenith branch building is not only an office area, but also a rest area for Cedric and his friends.

"Well, Ivan, come and take a look. I really don't know how to solve this problem." Cedric pulled Ivan to an old man who was playing chess and said.

Here, Alvin met an unexpected person!

Even after a long time, Alvin recognized those eyes at the first sight.

"Grindelwald!" Ivan said in shock.

There’s absolutely no mistake about that pair of heterochromatic eyes! There’s no mistake about that!

At this moment in the observation room on the top floor, Grindelwald was just like an ordinary old man who liked to play chess, and he pulled Credence to play chess with him.

Behind him stood an old lady with great elegance, whose elegance was so outstanding that even Professor McGonagall would be inferior to hers.

That was... Rosier! The proud black rose of France was also in her twilight years.

Nagini stood behind Credence with a serious expression on her face. From her brows that refused to relax, it could be seen that he still had a very bad impression of Grindelwald.

After all, in their hearts, those years seemed as if they had happened not long ago, and time had not washed away their past.

"Old man, why did you come to America? How did you find this place?" Ivan walked up to Credence with a look of surprise and sat next to him.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in getting nervous. Anyway...it can't get any worse.

At worst, we can just move the old bee out, and then we will be able to persuade this old guy to stop going crazy.

"Haha, you're here, kid. It's you~"

Grindelwald was not annoyed at being interrupted while playing chess. Instead, when he saw Ivan's face, which was still clear in his memory, he smiled "kindly".

From this perspective, Grindelwald is just like Dumbledore, a kind old grandfather.

"You... know me?" Alvin asked tentatively with suspicion.

"Haha, don't you know me too, kid!" Grindelwald put down the chess piece and looked at Ivan with a smile.

"Nonsense, your wanted poster is in the newspaper. Who doesn't know Grindelwald's name?" Ivan looked at me as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

"Well, aren't you afraid of me, kid?" Grindelwald's smiling expression faded, and his aura suddenly changed, becoming a little fierce.

Even though he is over a hundred years old and has been imprisoned for decades, at this moment, the sense of oppression on Grindelwald is no less than that of the high-spirited Grindelwald in the catacombs of Paris back then.

Ivan stopped being so awkward and sat up straighter, exuding the aura that he had acquired from being in a superior position for a long time, and went to meet Grindelwald without showing any sign of being outdone.

"Afraid? Maybe, but I think that if you want to do it here, even if it costs me a little, I can keep you here forever."

As soon as the words fell, a vague murderous intent spread throughout the room.

Inside the house, whether it was Rosier or Credence, when they sensed the murderous intent, they all clenched their wands and prepared for battle.

"Haha, you're still the same as I remembered, still so strong and confident." Grindelwald retracted his aura and turned back into that harmless old man.

"You...what are you talking about?" Ivan's momentum was also restrained, and a strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Stop pretending, kid. Your magic has no effect on me. Just like Albus said, you are really stubborn."

Ivan's forehead twitched uncontrollably.

"You... remember everything? Why?"

"Don't underestimate me, kid! I am a natural prophet, and I am very sensitive to certain things that affect fate. Not only me, but also people in that era should have noticed your little trick, but it just didn't affect the world.

But after I blocked your magical little spell, I was very curious, why did you want to erase all traces of your existence? Now, I understand everything. "

Grindelwald explained, looking back and forth between Ivan and Credence and Nagini, his meaning no longer clear.

"You were able to escape unscathed while time traveling. I was right about you. You are indeed the most outstanding young man I have ever seen!"