You've Grown Weaker, Professor

To be honest, Silvan still did not understand the opportunity Dumbledore had just mentioned, but Dumbledore no longer had time to explain.

A violent gust suddenly tore off the barn's roof. The once-clear sky darkened abruptly, and from the direction of the sun, a strange black cloud sped toward them at an unimaginable pace. Within moments, it was already right above them.

Silvan looked up and vaguely saw two crimson lights within the cloud.

"Avada—"

Silvan felt his body grow weightless, and the next second, he was outside the barn.

His original position, along with the barn itself, was swallowed by a blinding flash of green light.

Voldemort had arrived.

The cloud descended from the sky and transformed into Voldemort. The two crimson lights Silvan had seen were precisely where his eyes were.

"It has been a long time, Professor. What are you doing here, taking a student out for a pleasant stroll?" Voldemort said, but his eyes never left the diadem in Silvan's hand.

"It is meaningless, Tom. We both know what this is," Dumbledore said calmly. "Did you really think that as long as Horace kept his mouth shut, no one would know the secret of your Horcruxes?"

Voldemort's breathing quickened, his face dark as the Black Lake frozen over in winter.

Horcruxes were his greatest secret and the key to his resurrection. Voldemort had always believed he had hidden them well.

"Malfoy—" he softly uttered the name, his voice brimming with killing intent.

Silvan had no doubt that the first thing Voldemort would do after returning from here would be to kill every Malfoy.

"Lucius Malfoy—ah, he did make quite a mess of many things, but this matter has little to do with him." Dumbledore shook his head, stepping out of the barn's ruins. He drew his