Late at night, under the withered branches, will-o'-the-wisps were floating, and a group of dark wizards wearing hoods and skull masks were guarding Voldemort...

"Ah, Malfoy betrayed me..." Voldemort's voice was full of anger and murderous intent.

But he couldn't do it.

Peter on the side was trembling.

"The Malfoy family has all hid in Ode Manor. We can't find out the address of the manor. We only know that it is in Godric's Hollow."

The eyes of the dark wizards who defended Voldemort twinkled when they heard about Godric's Hollow.

"Haha!" Voldemort sneered cruelly.

"Those sanctimonious guys in Godric's Hollow..." Voldemort's eyes became more and more dangerous.

"Master, we need more help." A dark wizard stood up. The voice sounded like a young man.

"Who are you?"

Hearing this voice, Voldemort had no impression.

"Selwyn, Master."

Selwyn, a recent graduate of Hogwarts.

Voldemort had an impression.

"It's true that your father died because of our great cause, but you wisely inherited his loyalty."

"Come up here and I will mark you with the Death Eater mark."

"Yes." There was a hint of excitement in Selwyn's voice, but Bree, who was watching from afar using the Disguise Charm, felt a little desolate.

How many normal people, even lunatics, are willing to surrender, let alone a vigorous, eighteen-year-old boy.

"Avada Kedavra!"

After Voldemort carved the Death Eater mark on Selwyn, he suddenly took his wand and cast a killing curse in the direction of Bree.

"Buzz!" There was a soft sound, and the death curse was offset by Bree's special defensive magic.

But Brie's figure did not appear.

Voldemort looked at the dark wizard below and said in an evil voice: "Go find him!"

"Yes..." The dark wizards below looked around, then quickly tightened their wands and looked in the direction of Bree. The magic power in their hands was shaking, and you could see how nervous they were at this time.

And when they stepped into Bree's surroundings, an illusion spread from the notes enveloped them.

Compared with the illusion that trapped little Barty before, Bree, who has studied the transformation of elements, has a better control over the illusion. These wizards will not be able to get out of this illusion for a few days without Bree's care.

"Long time no see, Voldemort." Bree appeared in front of Voldemort in an instant, and her silent state made Voldemort shrink.

"Mr. Oded, do you want to join the Death Eaters?" Voldemort tightened his wand, but did not cast the spell in a hurry, but chose to test Bree's purpose.

Of course, his words were more like insults.

Killing people is not just about the three Unforgivable Curses, but also a ray of fire coming out of Voldemort's wand.

It's fierce fire.

"I think Mr. Voldemort should still remember that I can also be angry."

Voldemort suddenly remembered the scene when the Mirror of Erised exploded under the trap door in Bree's first grade, which was caused by a fierce fire.

"What are you doing!" The magic power around Voldemort's body was rippling, and he could compete with Bree at any time.

After more than a month of recuperation, he has recovered a lot of strength.

"Fierce fire." Bree looked at Voldemort, and then moved her mind slightly. Under the natural magic, a blue-purple flame rose up and turned into a giant flaming snake, guarding behind Bree.

Voldemort looked furious, waving the wand in his hand, and an equally ferocious fire snake also appeared next to him.

"arrogant!"

The giant snake charged forward, Voldemort took the lead in attacking, and the giant snake in Bree also entangled itself.

Sparks exploded between the collisions of the two giant snakes.

The surrounding wind sounds became more and more urgent.

"The bones reappear!" Voldemort shouted, and he saw rotten palms stretched out on the dark, rotten ground. The palms grabbed everything around them, and corpses struggled to crawl out.

The rotten flesh on the corpse swayed, but with the black air gushing out from Voldemort's wand, the flesh of the corpse began to shrink, locking tightly to the bones like iron sheets, and long fangs grew out of the mouth, and the hands and feet

The bones surged and beast-like claws grew.

Inferi are still inferi strengthened by special powers.

"Have a taste of the power that even Dumbledore can't resist." Voldemort's voice became ethereal, and Bree's vision began to blur, and he rushed toward Bree with a shrill roar.

break!

Bri's figure shattered into pieces and turned into pieces of green leaves blown into the air by the wind.

The culling of those Inferi was in vain.

Voldemort, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned for a moment, what kind of magic was this.

Natural magic?

Voldemort's pride in his soul made him disdain to learn natural magic. He devoted all his energy to his eyes, soul and death...

"Huh!" A warm wind blew past Voldemort, and green leaves fell to the ground with the wind, scattering around.

On the dark ground, a little bit of green spreads as the green leaves fall.

Green grass sprouted from the rotten ground, flowers interspersed among it, old withered trees began to sprout and grow, and in an instant green shade appeared.

At this time, the first glimmer of light in the morning appeared on the horizon, and the will-o'-the-wisps all around dispersed.

"Hiss!" Voldemort's fiery giant snake was scattered by Bree's giant snake.

The Inferi had no target and lay on the ground, but they were entangled in the growing green grass and gradually eroded. The corpses soon turned into a pile of black soil, nourishing the vegetation on the ground.

"How about it." Bree stood behind Voldemort and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Avada..." Voldemort's spell ended in his mouth, and he stared at Bree.

"You are very powerful, but you still can't kill me."

If Voldemort wants to leave, there are countless ways. Even if Bree catches him, he can be resurrected through the Horcrux outside.

However, the person who was resurrected by the Horcrux was Voldemort, not him.

"what do you want to do."

Voldemort had to admit that he was no match for Bree. This aggrieved reality shocked Voldemort's soul, and his will seemed to be constantly crumbling.

Bree took out Sterling's locket and said, "This is your thing, right."

Voldemort was stunned.

After his resurrection, he had gone to the sea area around London to find a place to store the locket.

Entering a cave on the seaside, you will see a lake filled with inferi, and there is a reef platform in the middle of the lake with a stone basin on the platform.

The basin is where Voldemort kept the Slytherin Locket.

Apart from Voldemort, only one person knows about this place, and that is Regulus Black!

Regulus betrayed Voldemort, stole the real locket and left the fake one. Of course, he paid the price for this and became one of the Inferi in the lake.

After the resurrection, Voldemort went to look for his Horcrux and discovered Regulus's betrayal, so he used a trick and left the curse of the Inferi behind, preparing to lure Dumbledore.

At the same time, he is also looking for the whereabouts of the locket. To this end, he is ready to break into the old house of the Black family...

But unexpectedly, the locket was actually in Bree's hand.

"what are you up to?"

Voldemort asked again, his tone full of murderous intent.

"Buzz!" A vine rose from the ground and flew towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand and was about to fight back, but he felt a strong magical pressure burst out from Bree's body, turning into an invisible giant hand to suppress him.

"Split into pieces!" Voldemort shouted with great effort and a ferocious expression on his face, breaking the vine, but more and more vines flew towards him.

Voldemort thought of running away.

"Apparition!"

Invalid, the surrounding space has been locked by you.

"You...uh huh!"

The vines surged up Voldemort's body, wrapping him tightly, leaving a snake face.

"What are you going to do!" Voldemort roared hoarsely. His anger was already bursting out uncontrollably, and he kept exploding his magic power, but he could not break the natural magic that Bree had just created.

"What magic is this, what magic!" Voldemort felt it. The shackles on his body were woven by the power of the newly born green land around him.

His strength can't even compare to the plants on this ground!
To be continued...