Chapter 1556

In his third year, Black had hidden here.

The Shrieking Shack.

Voldemort didn't know Harry was spying.

"He thought coldly, Harry Potter couldn't possibly know that room."

That room was like the Chamber of Secrets; no one could find it there; it was his secret base.

"Master!"

A trembling and weak voice called out.

Voldemort turned back.

It was Lucius.

Lucius's face was pale, his voice trembling: "Master, your servant's son Draco is still..."

"Enough, Lucius, I think I said, let him withdraw, but he didn't do so. Maybe he defected to Harry Potter!"

"No, Master, I beg you, it's impossible for him to defect to Harry Potter. He should be following your instructions right now, protecting Darren Potter."

A feeling of mockery rose in the bottom of Voldemort's heart.

"Protecting? Does Darren Potter need your son to protect him? It's good enough if your son doesn't drag him down!"

"But, but aren't you worried that Harry Potter will be killed by someone else?"

Lucius tried to persuade him again.

But this time, Voldemort lost his temper.

"Enough! If Potter is really killed by someone else, then that is his fate!"

"Furthermore, he might even take the initiative to find me. As for your son, wait until tonight, when everything settles, and you will know!"

"Get out! By the way, let Snape in!"

Voldemort looked down at his wand.

He only wanted to think about one thing now, which was what exactly was going on with this wand?

Why did he feel that this wand didn't completely belong to him? He turned and looked at a large snake.

"Nagini, we only have this way!"

Harry snapped back to reality.