When a person is immersed in what he likes, time always passes quickly.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

There is about half a month left before the start of school, and the Quidditch World Cup is about to be held.

Mr. Foley's friend Connelly Forge gave them three best tickets. It has to be said that when Forge was in trouble because of the mysterious affairs department and Sirius, he received strong support from Mr. Foley, which made their friendship deeper.

That's what Mr. Foley said anyway.

Draco wrote a letter to Bryan, telling him that Theodore and Brees would also go there, but Daphne's family was out on a trip and could not go to the game this time.

And just before the game, Brian received a contact message from the badge.

Brian looked at the locator, then walked out of the house, found a hidden corner and changed into a black robe, drank a cup of compound decoction, and then began to develop phantoms.

Soon, he arrived at his destination. This was a big house located on the hillside. From here you can see the village at the foot of the mountain. The house was very old, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the walls were covered with ivy, like a haunted house in the mouth of Muggles.

At this time, there was only one window in the room with a glimmer of light and the light was fluttering, like a ghost fire with its teeth and claws.

"Riddle's Mansion..." Brian said lightly and walked in.

The front door was locked, and Brian gently opened the lock and walked in, then thoughtfully locked the door again.

He walked upstairs along the dusty stone steps, and a slight light shone through a door at the end of the dim corridor. Brian stepped on the dust on the ground, and his footsteps seemed muffled.

He knocked on the door lightly, and a slightly trembling voice came from inside: "Who?"

"I, didn't you come to me?" Brian said in a gentle voice.

Petr opened the door and let Brian walk in.

This is a dim room, and the fire in the fireplace is the only light source here. The firelight casts long spider-web-like shadows onto the wall, making it look a bit weird. In front of the fireplace, an ancient armchair is facing the fire, and it is impossible to see the person sitting on it.

"So, why are you looking for me?" Brian glanced around, cleaned up the dust from another armchair placed beside the table, and sat on it casually.

Petdwarf Peter let out a low moan and quickly moved away from Brian.

"Our plan needs to begin, cloth..." A sharp voice rang behind the armchair in front of the fireplace.

"Don't mention my name..." Brian interrupted.

"In the future, you can call me..." He thought of the prophecy of Trelawney and said, "Black Crow."

Although the name is not very good and he doesn't like it, it's quite suitable.

"What are you afraid of?" Voldemort's chilling voice came.

"Everything that is said may be known," Brian whispered, "I don't want to be known so soon by some people."

"Well, Black Crow." Voldemort said, "Time is coming, I need you and the worm tail to rescue my loyal servant and complete our plan..."

"Of course, I'll find a chance." Brian smiled, "I'll come to you after the Quidditch World Cup."

"The master's determination has not changed?" The little dwarf's tone trembled with a hint of sob.

"Of course it hasn't changed, insect tail." Voldemort's voice was very stern, with a threatening tone.

"But, it can be done without Harry Potter, Master!" Little Dwarf was silent for a long time, as if he mustered up the courage. He just wanted Voldemort to make a comeback quickly, instead of taking the great risk of tied up Potter. He could not bear the risk of failure, which would cause him to die or be locked up in Azkaban.

"I've said it once, insect tail." Voldemort's voice was lazy, but it was mixed with a hint of chill. "Don't let me repeat it again... I won't use other people's. I've been waiting for thirteen years, so it's okay to wait for a few months..."

Looking at the pleading look of Peter, Brian rolled his eyes secretly and ignored him.

Let Voldemort hang himself on the crooked tree of Harry Potter.

"Soon, the worm tail... My loyal servant is going to join us, and Harry Potter is destined to be finished..." Voldemort said in a soft voice, "When the time comes, Harry Potter, the boy who survives the disaster will die... I, Voldemort, will be resurrected!"

At this time, Brian glanced outside the door and heard a hissing sound coming from outside: "Master, there is an old Muggle outside the door eavesdropping..."

Voldemort also heard Nagini's voice, and he hissed and replied: "Come in, Nagini."

"Word Tail, Nagini told me that there was a Muggle outside the door listening to our conversation without missing a word... Please come in with the Mr Muggle."

The insect tail opened the door, and the snake Nagini swam in lazily, entrenched on the broken carpet in front of the fireplace, staring at Brian maliciously. Outside the door was an old man with a cane, trembling all over, but he limped in.

Brian's eyes were on Nagini. The snake had changed a lot compared to what he had seen in the Black Forest before, and it seemed even stronger, with an evil aura on its body.

"So, who did Voldemort kill during his journey and make Nagini into a Horcrux?" Brian looked at the big snake that was eager to try to avenge his previous shame, and curled his lips slightly.

It seems that Voldemort was crazy about not dying, and he was in a hurry to make another Horcrux before he was resurrected. However, it was probably just to keep it as a backup plan. Once something went wrong this time and there was a living Horcrux that could move, he would no longer have to wait hopelessly to be found like before.

Brian did not look at Nagini anymore, but turned to the old Muggle man at the door. The old man stammered his neck and said, "I heard that you want to harm others! My wife will come to the police..."

Brian sighed, not planning to save the old man. It was obviously not worth it to tear up with Voldemort because of an old Muggle man.

"You lie, you don't have a wife, no one knows you are here..." Voldemort's voice said coldly, "Don't lie to Lord Voldemort, he knows everything..."

"Avadassaudi!"

A green light flashed past, and the old Muggle fell to the ground, and her turbid eyes lost all their spirits.

"You should go back, Black Crow." Voldemort's voice seemed a little tired, "Word Tail, get rid of the corpse...I'm going to rest, don't forget to feed Nagini milk before going to bed..."

Brian couldn't help laughing, facing the puzzled gaze of the insect tail, he coughed lightly and said innocently: "Sorry, I don't know that this big snake is still drinking milk... Cough, it's pretty... cute."

Nagini seemed to feel something. It raised its triangle head, cracked its mouth and made a hissing threat, as if it was about to pounce on it at any time.

"I'll leave first, bye." Brian stood up with a smile, walked out of the room, and closed the door casually.

[Witness and participate in the Riddle House incident, witness point 0.5×2]

After looking at the system's prompt, Brian did not waste any more time and directly appeared in the corridor and returned to the manor.

And on this night, Harry Potter woke up from his sleep.

He lay straight on the bed, panting and wearing thick air. His fingers pressed tightly against the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which hurts hotly.

Harry sat up, covering the scar with one hand and groping with his glasses with the other.

He endured the pain of the scar and tried his best to recall the scene in his dream.

Everything was so realistic, he concentrated on his thoughts and recalled... a dim room with a snake on the carpet... a small man, that was the little dwarf Peter... and a cold, sharp voice that made Harry feel chill all over. It was Voldemort's voice, but Harry couldn't recall how he looked in his dream.

There was another man sitting in the armchair, half of his expression hidden in the darkness, with a bit of playful and mysterious expression... Harry promised that he had never seen that man before, but he always felt a sense of familiarity... What did Voldemort call him? What crow?

I really can't believe that someone dared to talk like Voldemort, and Voldemort was not angry yet.

Also, who is that old man? He was killed...

Harry buried his face in his hands, desperately recalling the details of the dream, but he could no longer recall them.

However, there is one thing he remembers very clearly.
Chapter completed!