Chapter 855: Albanian forests

Chapter 855: Albanian forests

Chapter 855 The Forest of Albania

Facing Oren’s words, Kyle’s first thought was not to believe it.

How could I believe it... Voldemort only started to act after Harry entered school, but when Oren came to Hogwarts, Harry was just an ordinary boy living in a closet at his aunt and uncle's house.

"Why, you don't believe it?" Oren seemed to have seen what Kyle was thinking. Oren said lightly: "I didn't believe it at first, but I saw him with my own eyes. He was not even as good as the humblest wandering soul. He was hiding in the cave with his last breath. In the forests of Albania.”

"Albania!" Kyle was stunned for a moment, and felt a little shaken.

Because Quirrell met Voldemort only after a trip to Albania.

"Why did you go there!"

"Have you forgotten my occupation before coming to Hogwarts?" Oren chuckled.

"Occupation...bard, no, should be a member of the magical beast smuggling team disguised as a bard."

"It's the captain." Oren corrected: "The forest in Albania is where the most rune snakes are. This magical animal is very valuable. We have visited it many times."

Kyle frowned.

No, I still want to kill him.

Kyle turned the wand in his hand, but Oren noticed it immediately.

"Save it, you know you can't kill me." He changed his position again, "And don't forget, the Dark Lord is nearby."

Kyle raised his head and glanced into the distance.

The sky there has been flashing with the green light of the Death Curse since just now, and the frequency is getting faster and faster. It can be seen that the battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore has also entered a fever pitch.

If he takes action himself, Oren will most likely run over to ask for help, and the battle will then become two versus two.

Voldemort may not care about Oren, but Dumbledore will definitely be distracted from taking care of himself.

He hasn't fully recovered yet, and Kyle doesn't want to hold him back.

After thinking for a moment, Kyle put away his wand.

"That's right, staying here is good for you and me." Oren smiled: "Let's continue. Where did we just talk?"

"Albania." Kyle said, "How do you know that's the mysterious man?"

"It's a coincidence." Oren said, "At that time, we lost track of the target we wanted to capture, and a few hot-tempered guys were going to vent their anger on a group of ordinary snakes, but I noticed that there was a snake among them. Very different."

"Why is it different?"

"Its eyes." Oren raised his head slightly, as if he was remembering something, "The snake has no emotions, but I saw anger and contempt in its eyes.

"But it's just a snake, not even a magical animal. How dare you despise a wizard."

"So you suspect it is a mysterious person?"

"It wasn't there then."

Oren shook his head, "The Dark Lord is dead. Everyone knows this. Even if I noticed something was wrong with the snake, I didn't think about it. I just thought that someone was using them for magic experiments... If "If you've worked at the Ministry of Magic, you'll know this is common."

"It wasn't until a little while later that someone on the team went crazy for no apparent reason."

Oren said calmly, "At that time, I was chasing the traces of the rune snake alone into the depths of the forest. I saw the snake again, and with it there was a smuggler who was supposed to be on the other side of the forest. The team member...is the one who almost killed it."

At this point, Oren suddenly looked at Kyle and asked in a strange tone: "Do you know what a person with two faces looks like?"

Kyle blinked.

Of course he knew that the face on the back of Quirrell's head was his first contact with Voldemort.

But Kyle didn't tell Oren this, and stood there quietly waiting for the next step.

"I have seen it." Oren murmured: "I will never forget that face that appeared on the back of my head. It was ugly and ferocious, but I recognized it. It belonged to the Dark Lord who was supposed to die. Face.

"How ironic, isn't it? The Dark Lord, who once dominated the magical world, is still alive. Although he can only possess a snake and linger in the ugliest way, he is indeed still alive.

"I knew at that time that he would definitely come back, and at the same time he would bring about a war that would be even more terrifying than it was ten years ago."

"Didn't you tell anyone else?" Kyle looked at him.

"Why should I tell others?" Oren asked: "And even if I tell it, do you think anyone will believe it?"

"No." Oren shook his finger and said to himself, "They will only think that I am a madman. The performance of the Ministry of Magic a few years ago has well proved this point, even if Dumbledore broke Their self-deceiving dream of peace will also lead to them being labeled as old madmen, and they will lose their title as the chief magician of the International Federation of Wizards, not to mention a notorious smuggler."

"It's rare for you to have such an accurate evaluation of yourself." Kyle couldn't help but say.

"It's always been like this." Oren didn't feel angry at all.

Kyle looked into his eyes, trying to find the loopholes in what he had just said.

The first is why he entered the Albanian forest alone. Even he knew that the risk factor of entering the forest alone was much more dangerous than that of many people, especially in a vast forest like Albania.

An extra person not only has an extra pair of eyes, but also allows the other party to help delay the time when encountering magical animals that cannot be beaten or run away... After all, people like Oren do not cherish the lives of their companions. They have always been Galleons. supreme.

In addition, another point is why he was not discovered by Voldemort...

Kyle narrowed his eyes and continued to ask: "What happened next? Where did the possessed man go?"

"Who knows..."

Oren said nonchalantly: "The Dark Lord didn't seem to pay attention to his body. He quickly returned to the snake's body. He became crazy and was abandoned by us."

Throwing it away if it has no value is indeed the style of these people.

However, he did not die after being possessed by Voldemort, which also proves that he was really weak at the time and did not even dare to eat.

When he possessed Quirrell, he almost sucked all his life force away. At that time, Quirrell was almost nothing but an empty shell, like a walking zombie.

"But I have been paying attention and found that since then, the Dark Lord has been able to possess the stronger runes." Oren sighed,

"I originally wanted to continue observing, but for some reasons I had to leave Albania and come to the UK."

"That note?" Kyle asked after thinking for a while.

He remembered that a notebook was the reason why the Strikers went to great lengths to capture a man who was smuggling magical animals.

"That's right." Oren smiled, "Our funds are provided by those big shots, so their requests naturally come first."

"Do you want to hear it?" Oren looked at Kyle teasingly, "I can tell you what you want to hear. I guarantee it will open your eyes."

"I'm not interested in rectifying the magical world." Kyle waved his hand, not caring, "You should keep it to save your life." "It doesn't matter, you won't need it anymore." Oren sneered, "Ever since Fudge was killed. It’s no longer needed. He started buying things from us when he was the Deputy Director of Disasters, and he is the one who least wants his notes to be exposed.”

Does this matter have anything to do with Fudge?

Oh, that's right, apart from the Legal Enforcement Department, the only person who can adjust the striker is the minister himself. With how much Fudge cherishes his feathers, he definitely doesn't want his stain to be exposed.

"Forget it if you don't want to hear it." Oren changed direction again and said: "You will know what happened next. I met Dumbledore accidentally. In order to avoid the pursuit of Aurors, I came to Hogwarts to become a gangster. Professor of Magical Defense.

"At the same time, I am also curious about what the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts curse is. It is said that it was a curse set by the Dark Lord. If it is still there, it means that the other party is really not dead."

"Then are you sure?"

"Of course." Oren sighed: "When I faced the batters, they didn't notice anything was wrong with me, but in the end I failed one after another against a first-year freshman. Isn't this a curse?

"And what I didn't expect was that after I spent a lot of time finally getting rid of the striker and returning to Albania, I actually found that the Dark Lord was missing. He seemed to have left the forest... I guessed at that time that he might Will be back soon."

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar in the distance, and a blue lightning flashed across the sky, like a divine punishment, even though he was so far away, he was affected.

A strong gust of wind blew by, kicking up dust and fallen leaves all over the sky.

"What a terrifying power." Oren looked at the horizon, stood up and said, "With such powerful magic, the battle over there should be almost over."

"I have another question," Kyle said quickly: "Why did you join the Death Eaters."

"Why do you want to join the Death Eaters?" Oren turned his head, "Because only in the gutter can it be easier to find the rats hiding there."

"What's the meaning?"

"This is none of your business." Oren said unceremoniously: "The chatting time is over. I'll send you another message by the way. That werewolf's wedding..."

Speaking of this, a trace of undisguised disgust flashed in Oren's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"It's best not to go back to Godric's Hollow. It's more dangerous there... Oh, by the way, don't treat me as one of your own. There won't be any warm chatting time next time we meet. I will kill you."

"Tsk, tsk, a man who was chased around by a poisonous leopard actually said he wanted to kill me." Kyle curled his lips, "I'm really scared."

With that exaggerated tone and an extremely unbeatable expression, Oren couldn't hold back any longer, his face was ashen and his teeth were clenching.

What's even more annoying is that he can't refute it. The current Kyle is indeed beyond his ability to deal with. If nothing else, those two 5X level magical animals can make any Death Eater except Voldemort helpless. .

Oren took a deep look at Kyle and apparated away without saying a word.

After Oren disappeared, Kyle took another look at the direction where Dumbledore and Voldemort were fighting.

I don't know when, but it became quiet again.

There was a soft pop, and Dumbledore appeared in the open space not far away.

"Come on, he's going to catch up soon." Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

Kyle quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

At this time, a green light shot from a distance, but just as the killing curse was about to hit Dumbledore, he disappeared again.

Also missing was Kyle.

When Voldemort chased him, he found no one.

"Dumbledore, can you just hide?" he roared, half of his face became charred, and there was a spider web-like crack on his bald head, making him look uglier than before.

Because he didn't get a response, he vented his anger on the surrounding trees. In the blink of an eye, he destroyed a large area of ​​the good forest.

"Someone rescued Dumbledore!" He looked in the direction behind him coldly, "Oren, I need an explanation, where were you just now!"

"I'm hunting down that disgusting Kyle Chopper, my master." Oren lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, my lord."

"So you failed!" The Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand glowed green again.

He is in a bad mood now. If Oren can't give him a satisfactory reason, he doesn't mind killing this pretty good servant to vent his anger.

"He doesn't know where he got 5X magical animals. It's very difficult. I don't have as powerful a magic power as you, master. It will take time to kill him."

Oren looked into Voldemort's eyes calmly. Even though he knew that he was a master of Legilimency, he had no intention of dodge.

And what he said was right, the three-headed dog and the poisonous leopard, one had rough skin and thick flesh, and the other could spit poisonous mist and had rough skin and thick flesh, were indeed very difficult to deal with.

"But I led him to Bellatrix. There are our people there, and they are large in number. They will definitely kill him."

This was Oren's idea to leave the problem to others. Even if Kyle was not seen later, it was because Bellatrix was not doing the job well. What does it have to do with him.

"Bella!"

It was okay if Oren didn't say anything, but when he said this, Voldemort became even more angry.

Bella brought seventy Death Eaters with her, which was almost three times the number of members of the Order of the Phoenix. Logically speaking, he should have killed all of them and returned, but he had not received any news until now.

Are these people all idiots?

At this time, Voldemort had no intention of holding Oren responsible for his incompetence. He only had one idea in his mind.

Now that Dumbledore has escaped, let him know the consequences of his greed for life and fear of death by collecting part of the interest from the people who killed the Order of the Phoenix.

Oh, and that Bellatrix, for the sake of her previous loyalty, he gave her several chances, but she messed up the mission again and again.

This time she must be punished and face the Dark Lord's wrath.

Voldemort took a deep breath, and the flesh on his face began to squirm. Soon, the charred areas, including the cracks on the top of his head, returned to their original state.

He looked in the direction of Godric's Hollow and turned into a black mist and flew over without saying a word.

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(End of chapter)