Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 424 Sacrificing the Lucky One to Restore Health! Plotting Against Digg's Old Wand!

Dudley himself left Master Ollivander a conceptual repair spell that would take effect three days later.

Three days later, Master Ollivander will become even younger than his son.

There is absolutely no risk of the Ollivander family line being broken.

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The words are divided into two parts.

Voldemort and Amycus are in a much worse situation.

Before they could even get started, they were injured. Their apparition process was disrupted, and they were not only covered in cuts from spatial rifts, but they were also teleported into the Irish Sea.

The salty and bitter seawater irritated my wounds, and the intense pain was unimaginable.

Voldemort, dragging her wounded body and the lifeless Amycus along, used Apparition once more in the sea before finally returning to the Carol family manor, covered in seawater and blood.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all! That disgusting Defense Against the Dark Arts curse, is it still following me?"

Inside a room at Carlow Manor, Voldemort was casting spells without a staff, cleaning the stains and bloodstains on her body, repairing her robes, and beginning to heal her injuries, all while roaring and cursing.

Not far away, Amicus lay half-dead on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of seawater and several small fish before he could catch his breath and weakly came back to life.

In his weakness and pain, he couldn't understand what his master meant by what he was saying.

After all, it is common knowledge that the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts was set by the master himself, so how could it backfire on the master?

Unable to understand, Amicus dared not say more, fearing that his battered body would suffer another beating from his master.

In a corner of the room, Dudley's clone was still secretly watching Voldemort. Hearing her roar, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Thank goodness, he didn't intervene, and the curse from the Defense Against the Dark Arts had already dissipated.

Voldemort was simply unlucky this time, running into the tip of Master Ollivander's wand.

After giving herself a cursory treatment, Voldemort realized that her injuries were still quite severe and slowly calmed her impotent rage.

She reached out and cast a spell without a staff, giving Amicus several powerful healing spells, which restored some of his mobility.

Then, he directly gave Amicus the order: "Go, send magical messages to those Death Eaters who are sworn to me, and have them choose five representatives to come here to see me!"

"Yes, my master!"

Amicus didn't dare ask why he had been summoned, and obediently accepted the order to deliver the message.

Soon after, five two-faced Death Eaters, filled with both trepidation and anticipation, arrived at the Carlow family manor via the teleportation fireplace.

Upon seeing Voldemort, they immediately bowed and addressed her as "Master," showing exceptional respect.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction upon seeing this.

She's only now beginning to see some of the benefits of being Voldemort's identity.

She would truly regret it if everyone in the magical world were like Master Ollivander.

He regretted transforming himself into the ugly form of Voldemort.

"I heard... that you betrayed me several times after what happened to me!"

Voldemort spoke ominously to the five 'lucky ones'.

"Master, you've misunderstood us! You've really misunderstood us! We haven't betrayed you! We... we were just trying to preserve ourselves so we could wait for your triumphant return! We are utterly loyal to you!"

The five two-faced Death Eaters hurriedly tried to defend themselves.

He said those polite words so well.

"So that's how it is." Voldemort revealed a chilling smile with her bald, green-skinned, noseless, red-eyed monster face. "You all said it yourselves, so I'll believe you!"

"Master is wise! Master is wise! Ahhhhhh!"

The five two-faced Death Eaters were basking in the joy of receiving the Dark Lord's forgiveness, showering him with flattery. Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord suddenly released a cloud of black mist, completely enveloping them.

Then, they felt the intense pain of being drained of their life force, their vitality constantly draining away. They could no longer utter a single word of praise and could only scream in agony.

Moreover, the screams didn't last long before they became so faint they were almost inaudible.

"Your bodies are indeed useful to me! Hehehehe..."

Voldemort drained the life force of the five 'Lucky Ones,' rapidly healing their internal and external wounds, and even leaving some with him.

She was overjoyed, then let out a creepy laugh.

At the same time, the black mist that had enveloped the five 'lucky ones' dissipated, leaving only five green-skinned, desiccated corpses in the spot.

Amycus, who witnessed all of this, was so frightened that he trembled all over, his teeth chattered, his legs shook, and he almost wet his pants.

"You good-for-nothing! If it weren't for the connections between your Carlo family and the Wushi Party, and the fact that you're capable of handling small matters, you'd be a dried-up corpse by now!"

Voldemort glanced at Amicus and coldly reprimanded him.

Now, the new fear overshadowed the old, and Amycus miraculously stopped trembling.

Voldemort was somewhat satisfied and waved her hand, giving some of her excess life force to Amicus, allowing his injuries to be basically healed.

"Now, tell me, besides Hogwarts and Ollivanders, where else in the British wizarding world can you find powerful wands?"

After Voldemort healed Amycus, she immediately gave him a difficult task.

Under Voldemort's intimidation, Amicus's brain worked at an abnormally high efficiency. After thinking for about two and a half minutes, just as Voldemort let out an impatient snort, he finally thought of a piece of information that could be considered a lifeline.

“I know! I know, Master!” Amicus replied quickly. “Dedalow Dygo, he has a powerful wand!”

"Oh? Tell me more."

Voldemort became interested and then asked another question.

“Master, Dedalow Digg’s wand was once borrowed by that Mudblood Dursley, who used it to defeat… I mean… assassinate you.”

Later, the wand was modified and strengthened by the Mudblood Dursley, and then returned to the fool Dedalus Deago.

This idiot goes around bragging about how his wand once defeated... well, anyway, that wand was incredibly powerful.

Ollivander, that bastard, once publicly admitted that the Mudblood Dursley's wand-making skills surpassed his own, and that the wand was an excellent creation that he greatly admired.

Amycus, stammering and using euphemisms, reported to Voldemort about the old Duggor wand that Dudley had modified and strengthened.

Voldemort paid no attention to the minor details in Amycus's words about others offending Voldemort.

She's not the real Voldemort.

All she cared about was whether this wand, modified and enhanced by the Dursley brat whom she both hated and feared, was worthy of her current self.