Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 532 Voldemort's Psychological Trauma

Chapter 532 Voldemort's Psychological Trauma

Bellatrix was in fear.

Xilen could clearly hear her trembling voice and the deep fear in it.

Now there's no need to doubt it.

Putting aside the question of whether any Death Eaters would dare to impersonate Voldemort, even if there were such a daring individual, Bellatrix would never cooperate with him like that.

The only thing that could frighten her was the real Voldemort.

But why?

"You seem surprised?" Voldemort didn't even glance at Bella, but stared at Siron with interest.

"Of course," Siren said, "after all, you're dead—"

"Lies," he hissed softly. "You know better than anyone that I wasn't really killed."

His gaze fell on the [Soul Weapon Codex] in mid-air, and his previously calm breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes turning even redder.

"That was mine, but it was stolen!" Voldemort's anger seemed to solidify, causing Bella, who was kneeling on the ground, to tremble uncontrollably.

"Malfoy disobeyed my orders and has received his due punishment." Voldemort looked at Sirius again. "Now, I want you to tell me exactly how you did it."

"It's a secret," Siron said.

"What I love most is secrets," Voldemort said softly, appearing completely unhurried and incredibly patient.

"Nobody knows where you'll be taken. We have plenty of time to talk." Voldemort gripped his wand, seemingly considering whether to cast a Killing Curse on Sirius first.

"Oh no, it's not time yet." Voldemort put down his wand again and muttered to himself, "I've paid such a high price, how can it end so soon?"

Siron's lips twitched; he had no idea what Voldemort was talking about.

But he had to admit that Voldemort was right about one thing: nobody knew where he was.

Everyone thought Voldemort's target was Harry, including Siron himself, but it turned out that Harry was the one who was captured.

How could someone possibly come to save him when he never even considered it?

However, it's not entirely without a chance —

Xilun took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"What price did you pay?" he asked.

"Perfect," Voldemort said, walking around Bellatrix on the ground and stepping toward Siron.

"My resurrection was hasty. Dumbledore was prepared. My servants failed to bring me the Harry Potter I wanted most."

"I could have waited. I've been waiting for over a decade. I have plenty of patience. But one person made me change my mind."

He didn't continue speaking, and just stared at Xilun.

"It shouldn't be me, right?" Siren smirked. "I bet it's Dumbledore—"

"No, it was you, Cyren Ollivander," Voldemort said. "And it was you who first instilled fear in me."

"Ha, how could that be—" Xilun chuckled.

He terrified Voldemort.

Stop joking. If others heard you say that, they would just think that someone had read another lame joke published in "Singing the Quibbles".

But the person who said those words was Voldemort himself.

"Four years ago, that good-for-nothing Quirrell failed to get me the Philosopher's Stone," Voldemort said. "On my way out of Hogwarts, I met you—"

His voice suddenly turned cold. "That was the first time I realized that even with all the preparations I made, I could still be killed."

Xilun remembered it too.

At that time, he used the unicorn soul in his wand to tear a small piece from Voldemort's ghost.

He crafted that small piece of the spirit into a wand, which later saved his life.

"And then—"

Voldemort continued, "About a year later, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to kill you. This feeling came so suddenly that I never understood why, but now, I think I do."

He looked at the [Soul Weapon Codex] again.

"That's why I used that Auror's blood. Even if I can't be resurrected in perfect condition, it doesn't matter, because compared to Harry Potter, I'd rather kill you as soon as possible!"

Xilun felt a wave of dizziness.

He never knew that after that first meeting in their first year, he would leave such a deep psychological scar on Voldemort that it would even make him give up his obsession with Harry.

But he didn't do anything at the time, he just let the unicorn tear off a tiny fragment of the ghost, no bigger than a fingernail. Was it really necessary?

"So, are you ready?"

Voldemort slowly walked forward, turned to face Sirius, and raised his wand.

"Extremely painful!"

Having anticipated this, Siron used the same trick again, transforming into a cat to evade Voldemort's curse.

However, before he could even feel relieved, intense pain swept over him, his bones felt like they were on fire, and his head felt like it had been split open.

Voldemort, however, simply stood there with a cold smile, his thumb and middle finger pinching his wand up and down as if conducting a concert.

The spell was deliberately recited to him, and upon realizing this, Xiren reacted immediately.

He changed himself back.

As expected, the effects of the Cruciatus Curse disappeared after switching bodies.

But Voldemort was unaware of this; he was simply wondering why the screams had disappeared.

However, when he looked up, he saw that Xilen was holding a wand and pointing it at him.

Voldemort laughed.

Although he didn't understand why the Crucifixion was interrupted, it didn't matter. As mentioned before, he had plenty of time to ask.

"Do you want to duel me, Sirius Ollivander?" Voldemort said excitedly. "You should know how to duel, right? First, you must bow to each other—"

Xilun doesn't care about any of that.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted.

Voldemort didn't take Shiron's spell seriously. He knew Shiron well; he was a typical Gryffindor wizard and was heavily influenced by Dumbledore.

Such a person may possess great magical talent, but would never learn the Killing Curse. Without sufficient malice, one might not even be able to tickle him.

Voldemort was confident because no one knew the Killing Curse better than him.

Then he saw a blinding green light emerge from the tip of Xilun's staff.

By the time Voldemort realized what was happening, the green light was already very close. He could only rely on his superhuman reflexes and agility to dart to the side and roll behind a tree.

The spell missed its target, only creating a large crater in the ground.

"Avada Kedavra—" Voldemort stood up again, his voice almost squeezed out through clenched teeth, "You dare lie to me!"

"You're too arrogant!" Xilun said, but sighed inwardly.

It's a real shame we couldn't kill Voldemort when he was off guard; it was even less likely after he became prepared.

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