Chapter 134 Voldemort in Action

"Show me your secrets!"

In the shadows of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, a young wizard cruelly stretched out his wand and forcefully opened the brain of a goblin.

Not long ago, Voldemort arrived at Knockturn Alley first.

This is the place with the most dark wizards in the entire British wizarding world. It is only separated by a wall from the famous Diagon Alley, but it is as clear as noon and night. Diagon Alley is prosperous, but Knockturn Alley is dirty and smelly.

The wizards who roam here are not up to the standard even among the dark wizards. Rather than being wizards, they are more like a group of vultures that gather together and eat carrion, fighting and biting each other in rotten corpses.

But this only refers to those who have no fixed place to live. On the contrary, other wizards who can occupy a place in Knockturn Alley are extraordinary.

The more famous one is Borgin and Burke, the owner of Borgin and Burke's. His real name is Caractacus Burke, and he is one of the twenty-eight pure bloods. He seems to be sloppy and unkempt, but even when Malfoy comes, he has to call him "Sir".

Even when the Ministry of Magic is strictly checking dark magic items, he can accept the banned magic items sold by Malfoy without any scruples.

Not to mention, even Tom Riddle has been an apprentice here.

Of course, Riddle's purpose is not pure. He is actually selecting some precious props worthy of being made into Horcruxes.

But Voldemort's goal this time is not Borgin and Burke's magic shop. He needs to get some dragon blood, of course, it is best to get unicorn blood, so that this poor body can move a little longer.

There are many similar potion shops in Knockturn Alley, but the most famous one is Travers's potion shop. The Travers family, which is also one of the twenty-eight pure bloods, is probably the only family that has the ability to stand as firmly as a rock in the turbulent river.

The hostess of the potion shop is an old, hunchbacked witch with age spots on her face, layer upon layer of skin, drooping eyelids, and her pupils are almost invisible.

She seemed to exude the breath of the dead just standing there.

In fact, about fifty years ago, Voldemort's impression of Travers was like this.

He didn't think it was strange. In the magic world, there are many people who have the ability to extend their lifespan. It is rare to live for six hundred years like Nicolas Flamel, but wizards around two hundred years old can still be seen occasionally.

Otherwise, Snape would not have boasted in class that potions can make people refuse death.

Voldemort himself looked down on these ways of "immortality". Aging is another kind of death. He not only wants eternal life, but also eternal power!

"What do you want?" Seeing a customer coming to her shop, the elderly Ms. Travers asked slowly.

She moved slowly and tremblingly, as if she would fall apart in the next moment: "Polymer potion? Felix Felicis? There are also some other potions that are prohibited from being sold, but the price is-"

"I want an ounce of dragon's blood." Voldemort said hoarsely.

"Dragon's blood?" Ms. Travers' eyelids seemed to lift, and a trace of surprise seemed to appear on her wrinkled face. She didn't expect someone to come to such a place specifically to buy only some raw materials.

She looked at Voldemort with a strange look, and after a while she said: "You look a little familiar. What's your last name, kid?"

"Wols." Riddle said casually.

"Wols?" Travers pondered for a moment, and it seemed that she didn't dig out any person or thing related to this name from her memory, and finally she gave up.

No matter what this name represents, since he is a customer, it doesn't matter.

"Only dragon blood?"

"If there is, it's best to have unicorn blood." Voldemort said slowly.

Mrs. Vlast seemed to be more surprised than at the beginning. She raised her eyelids and actually revealed a pair of cloudy eyes.

"Unicorn blood? Sir, don't tell me you plan to drink that kind of thing?"

"From your tone, it seems that there is?" Voldemort's eyes lit up.

"Originally, there was no, but you are lucky. Not long ago, a smuggled young unicorn fell into my hands. It's a beautiful creature, but it's a pity that it can't be saved. I drained its blood and tore off all its fur." ​​Ms. Travers laughed creepily.

"Bring it here!" Voldemort shouted urgently.

Ms. Travers slowly took out a large bottle of silver blood.

"Look, how beautiful. But the blood of a unicorn that died with hatred is cursed, it will turn people into half-dead things. I was going to use it to make some poison, but... if you are willing, it will be 258 Galleons."

Ms. Travers naturally didn't care what Voldemort was going to do with the unicorn's blood. She reminded him because he was familiar with her.

As for Voldemort, he didn't care even more. Anyway, the Galleons were not his, and he was not the one cursed.

Of course, he didn't drink it immediately. Drinking unicorn blood was painful, and he would not show his vulnerable side to a stranger.

Even his subordinates, Voldemort didn't trust them at all.

After buying the blood he needed, Voldemort was about to find a place where no one would disturb him to drink it. But as soon as he left Knockturn Alley, he noticed something was wrong - the goblins seemed to be very nervous.

From the appearance of Gringotts, it can be seen that Gringotts has strengthened its guards today. Although the defense level of Gringotts has been improved a lot after the attack two years ago, it is the first time that Voldemort has seen a scene like today where wizards are not allowed to enter.

This is probably the first time in hundreds of years that Gringotts has been closed to the outside world. Several wizards who planned to go to Gringotts to handle business were turned away, and even several goblins left secretly and turned quietly to a remote corner.

He immediately realized that a major event had occurred inside Gringotts. Thinking of the conflict that took place in the Scottish Highlands not long ago, Voldemort didn't spend too much effort to figure out what it was.

Ancient magic.

It seems that the person he was looking for is right in front of him.

His erect pupils were filled with desire and bloody murderous intent, like a poisonous snake that had set its sights on its prey. It not only wanted to deliver a fatal blow, but also wanted to swallow the opponent whole!