This undoubtedly infuriated Voldemort.
Especially after being thwarted by Albert Anderson so many times, Voldemort no longer dared to underestimate him.
Moreover, he firmly believed that Harry Potter's occupation of Hogwarts as a base and his decision to launch an all-out war against them at this moment could not possibly be a coincidence.
That damned Mudblood, Albert Anderson, must have known—
No, that wasn't right!
Even if that man had been unable to divine the Horcruxes' exact locations at first, he had probably already guessed that Voldemort had hidden a Horcrux here.
From beginning to end, this had all been a trap that man had set for him, meant to make him reveal the whereabouts of his Horcruxes himself?
Countless thoughts surged through Voldemort's mind, and his face darkened at once.
Had he fallen for that man's scheme again?
"But if that's true, then what is this all about?"
Voldemort examined the heap of rubbish before him again, frowning slightly. "Did this rubbish collapse on its own, or did someone deliberately bring it down? If it was the latter..."
A terrible sense of foreboding rose in Voldemort's heart. For some reason, he could not sense the Horcrux within the rubbish heap.
Although that had always been the case ever since Voldemort's resurrection, what if that despicable, shameless, treacherous bastard had known from the very beginning that he had hidden a Horcrux here and had already taken it away?
No, that was impossible!
How could that man possibly find the Horcrux he had hidden within this rubbish heap? Even if he was truly skilled at Divination, it could not be that absurd.
If Ravenclaw's Diadem had truly been destroyed, he could not possibly have felt nothing. When Hufflepuff's Cup had been destroyed by Fiendfyre before, Voldemort had immediately sensed what had