This undoubtedly enraged 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 time could not possibly be a coincidence.
That damned Mudblood, Albert Anderson, must have known...
No, that wasn't right!
Even if that man had initially been unable to divine the Horcrux's exact location, he had probably guessed by now that Voldemort had hidden it here.
This had been a trap that man had set for him from beginning to end, meant to force him into revealing the whereabouts of his Horcrux? Countless thoughts flooded Voldemort's mind, and his face instantly darkened.
Had he fallen for that man's scheme again? "But... if that's true, then what is going on here?"
Voldemort examined the pile 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 pile of rubbish.
Though that had always been the case since Voldemort's resurrection, but... what if that despicable, shameless, scheming bastard had known from the very beginning that he had hidden the Horcrux here and had already taken it away?
No, that was impossible!
How could that man have found the Horcrux he had hidden in the pile of rubbish? Even if he was truly skilled at Divination, it could not possibly be this 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 earlier, Voldemort had immediately sensed what had happened