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Chapter 94: Giant Army
---Voldemort POV---
"My Lord, the giants have agreed to follow us," said Goyle.
Voldemort smirked. It seemed the time to reveal himself to the world was no longer far away, soon he will fight Dumbledore and Ministry of Magic.
"How about the werewolves? Do any of them still complain?" asked Voldemort, his cold voice echoing through the chamber.
"They are willing, my Lord. Fenrir promised that as long as they are allowed to feast on Mudbloods, they will obey," replied Goyle with smile.
Voldemort felt a flicker of satisfaction. Werewolves and giants were needed on the future, they were vital weapons in the coming war. Few wizards could stand against the brute strength of a giant and werewolves, when fully transformed, were fast enough to dodge spells and savage enough to rip through flesh before an opponent could react. Facing them was suicide for most, unless a wizard mastered devastating spells like Fiendfyre.
The werewolves themselves were a funny creature, they are afraid to Voldemort and the Death Eaters, they were beasts, not equals. Their ranks among them were never acknowledged and their presence often sneered at.
Just take a look at the most famous werewolf, Fenrir Greyback. Eventhough he is a wizard but because his blood had been tainted with lycanthropy, he is treated worst by the likes of Bellatrix and those Death Eater.
Despite his eagerness to serve Voldemort and his obsession with hunting down half-bloods and Muggle-borns, he was never permitted to bear the Dark Mark. To Voldemort, such honor was wasted on a monster, so he won't ever get the Dark Mark on his arm.
"In one year, we will reveal ourselves to the world," declared Voldemort.
The Death Eaters erupted into cheers, the dark chamber trembled with their excitement.
Then, suddenly, a flash of silver streaked into the room. A luminous bird Patronus spread its wings and hovered above them.
"Again?" That is their thought before the bird produced a familiar message.
The Death Eaters instantly recognized it. Everyone had grown familiar with this messenger, it was yet another taunt from Dudley Dursley.
"Tom… Tom…" the Patronus mocked in a playful tone. "I thought you were brave, but in truth, you're just a coward. Half a year has passed, and you still do not dare show yourself to the public."
"Tom… Tom… is your Muggle father blood so weak that you can't even face true Muggle-born wizards?"
The mocking words cut through the air like blades. The longer Voldemort listened, the more his pale face flushed red with fury. By the time the bird vanished, the dark chamber had fallen into a heavy, deathly silence.
What Dudley did not realize was that his daily taunting was pushing the Dark Lord to act recklessly.
"Change of plans," Voldemort hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "In half a year, once we have secured the Orb, we will reveal ourselves to the public."
It was a drastic shift that happen because of the anger, his original strategy had been to remain hidden for as long as possible, to gather power and ally among the pureblood wizards. and amass an overwhelming army before confronting Dumbledore. Now, his pride and anger had forced his hand.
From the very beginning of his return Voldemort had been very angry towards Death Eaters, furious that so many had abandoned him during his fall and failed to search for him in his absence. The only reason he accepted them back now was necessity. Without the pure-blood families who answered his first call, he lacked the numbers to rise again.
And though they cheered him now, Voldemort mind was already plotting punishment. When victory was secure, those who had once deserted him would pay dearly.
---The Gaunt Ring---
Dudley wanted to go to Little Hangleton and find the ring that was kept in the Gaunt family old house.
He remembered that the reason Dumbledore was killed was because of that ring. Truth be told, he never wanted Dumbledore to die.
Up till now he always feel Harry Potter win is ridiculous, Voldemort curse had worked on Dumbledore that make his hand become black, the Dark magic had corroded his magic and body.
It should be Voldemort who become real master of the wand.
But the wand choose Draco and finally Harry Potter.
Now, with his presence in this world, he did not want to gamble on plot armor.
He was not the main character like his cousin, who had plenty of it.
Almost thrown off his broom? Plot armor, Snape stepped in to save him.
Almost killed by the basilisk? Out of nowhere, Fawkes came to the rescue.
Almost killed by Sirius Black? Plot twist, Sirius turned out to be the good guy.
Almost got kissed by Dementor? His Patronus manage to repel them.
But now, his presence had changed many things.
The Bones family was much safer living under his roof.
His cousin would no longer be tricked into entering the Ministry just to take an orb.
"Wait, orb?" Dudley muttered, rubbing his chin. "Should I be the one to take it instead, so I can convince everyone that the Dark Lord has truly returned?"
He wanted to do it but can he escape it without scratched from the pursuit of an Auror.
"Not yet.... Im still weak... I need to learn more," said Dudley.
Now his focus are horcrux, the only Horcrux he could get now is the Gaunt ring. Helga Hufflepuff cup is the last Horcrux to hunt down because it was located in Gringotts.
Nagini are also Horcrux but he didn't worried that much against the Snake. She no longer had her magical power so it was easy to kill her, with his swift speed with Gryffindor sword, it would be easy to kill Nagini and thus destroy Vodemort Horcrux.
Harry is the last Horcrux, if possible he wanted to destroy Hocrux within Harry Potter body. Unfortunately, even great Dumbledore found that the only method that could make sure Harry survive by letting Voldemort throw killing spell on him.
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Chapter 122: New Ministry Of Magic
Chapter 123: Dumbledore Suspicion
Chapter 124: Filch Secret
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