Before Snape had finished speaking, a strong momentum came over.

　　 "I killed Dumbledore?!" Voldemort was suddenly grinned, his face was distorted and looked a little scary, he said word by word. "very good!"

　　 "He dared to fool the Dark Lord again! Another time!!!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily, and the wooden tables and chairs beside him instantly exploded.

　　Sawdust fell from the sky, and Snape couldn't help but shivered, feeling a little regretful in his heart, whether he was too exciting.

　　 Fortunately, Voldemort was angry, but he didn't mean to vent his anger. After exploding a pile of furniture, he kept pacing in the living room.

"McNeese, Gore, Crabbe, Lucius... and Ivan Hals, it won't be long before I will make them all pay!" Voldemort counted the list of betrayers one by one. , And then condensed all the hatred on Ivan's body.

If he could, he could not wait to immediately kill them to Knock Down Alley and smash these people into pieces, but he also knows that he is not the opponent of Ivan Hals, and if he rashly fights with the opponent, he is likely to repeat the same mistakes. Another big defeat.

　　 "Master...Master?!" Snape couldn't help but call out softly when he saw Voldemort's erratic thoughts for a long time.

　　 "Severus, do you have anything else?" Voldemort regained his consciousness, frowned and asked. He was very worried that he would hear bad news from Snape again.

　　 "This time it's about Dumbledore. Didn't you ask me to track his recent movements?" Snape asked.

Voldemort nodded. Snape reported to him some time ago that Dumbledore had been erratic since the beginning of school, and even Dumbledore refused to participate in the council where the Ministry of Magic impeached him. This made him feel very much. curious.

　　 It's just that now Dumbledore is dead, and he doesn't understand why Snape suddenly brought up the topic again.

　　 "Master... I'm afraid I have found Dumbledore's powerful secret... It's just that I'm not sure if my guess is correct." Snape said hesitantly.

　　 "Dumbledore's powerful secret?" Voldemort whispered, then looked at Snape and said. "You can speak freely in front of me, Severus, I will never punish you, right or wrong..."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 With Voldemort's guarantee, Snape slowly took out a thick book from his robe pocket and put it In front of Voldemort, he then explained.

　　 "Dumbledore has returned to Hogwarts several times during the six months since Dumbledore disappeared, and every time he summoned me, he read this book in the principal's office..."

Voldemort lowered his head and glanced, his brows frowned quickly, because it looked like a very ordinary storybook, probably because it was flipped frequently, the pages were a little yellowish, but it could still be seen clearly from the cover. To the eye-catching title of the book——.

　　 "A bedtime story?" Voldemort looked a little impatient. "Are you sure Dumbledore is not going to read a few story books to appease the Hogwarts kids?"

　　 If it wasn't for Snape to take out this book, his Avada would have been ready for it!

　　 "Master, please believe me. I found this book from Dumbledore's robes before he was buried. Dumbledore has been wearing it next to his body..." Snape hurriedly explained.

　　 Voldemort was only interested in it. The thing that Dumbledore kept so carefully, shouldn't be an ordinary book.

"In addition, I stole Dumbledore's wand while they were holding Dumbledore's funeral. I think it may be related to a legend in the storybook..." Snape said as he moved from his sleeve. He took out an elderberry wand and displayed it in front of Voldemort's eyes.

　　 The moment Voldemort's pupils narrowed when he saw the wand, he had dealt with Dumbledore many times, and it was natural that it was Dumbledore's wand.

"Unexpectedly, you even got this..." Voldemort said appreciatively, and reached out his hand to take the magic wand. The moment he touched it, Voldemort suddenly felt that his magic power seemed to resonate with this magic wand. More importantly, He could feel the power beyond his imagination in the wand.

　　 "Blood to pieces!" Voldemort couldn't help but waved his wand to experiment, and a beam of spells with the thickness of an arm flashed in mid-air.

　　 The next moment, the wall on the right blasted open, and the whole mansion was shaking slightly.

　　 Looking at the collapsed wall, Voldemort's expression was astonished to the extreme. He didn't expect that it was just an ordinary smashing spell, which could show such destructive power under the blessing of this magic wand.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Voldemort casts the spell again, and everything is like going backwards in time. The debris of wood and stone bricks all over the ground quickly gathers together, the wall that has just been blown up. It returned to its original appearance in just one second~com~ Not bad, very good! This is what I have been looking for, the strongest magic wand! "Voldemort grinned and carefully stroked the branches of the old wand, his face filled with excitement.

　　 Since the night of his resurrection, the phoenix wand in his hand suddenly lost control, he had the idea of ​​replacing a wand.

　　 So during this time, he didn't do nothing. On the contrary, he searched a lot of British historical collections and legends, and found some clues from a few words, but he hadn't had time to officially act.

　　 But now it seems that the magic wand in front of me is so similar to the legendary expression...

　　Perhaps he should have thought of it, without such a powerful wand, how could the old Dumbledore be his opponent?

　　 Voldemort became more sure of his guess, but at the same time he didn't forget Snape's words and turned his gaze to there.

　　 This book can make Dumbledore attach so much importance, probably because it records some legends related to this strongest wand, and even the way to use the power of this wand.

　　 Thinking of this, Voldemort's eyes became eager. He didn't choose to ask Snape, but couldn't wait to pick up the fairy tale book and flip through it quickly.

　　、、……

　　 Voldemort's gaze swept across the pages quickly, and finally froze on one of the pages, and his pale and slender fingers ran across the description of the page.

　　 "Old Wand... Fate Wand... Deathly Hallows!" Voldemort muttered to himself, his expression almost mad. "So, it's no wonder that this magic wand has such a powerful magical power."