The spell struck precisely. The moment the man drew his wand, it flew out of his hand.
Morris caught it with ease.
" Death Eaters?" he asked casually.
"Who are you?"
"Who do you care who I am? Incarcerous!"
Morris waved his wand, and a rope flew out, binding the man and chair tightly.
The Death Eaters struggled a few times, his mask tilting to one side, revealing a section of his pale chin.
Morris walked over and ripped off his mask.
A stranger's face, also around fifty or sixty years old.
"Where did this stone come from?" Morris picked up the dusty, Ageless Stone from the table and weighed it in his hand.
The Death Eaters remained silent.
Without hesitation, Morris took a small glass bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and poured the liquid inside into the other person's mouth.
The Death Eaters's throat moved, and his eyes instantly became empty.
Veritaserum is really convenient.
Morris smiled slightly. "Are you Death Eaters?"
"Yes." The man's voice was flat.
What are you doing here?
"Awaiting the Dark Lord's orders, and to study this stone."
How many people are there in total?
"Two."
What specific research is being conducted?
The origin of the stone.
"Any results?"
"No."
"What about the other half of this stone?"
"Have no idea."
Where did the stones come from?
"Sent by the Dark Lord."
Where is Voldemort now?
I don't know.
Morris looked somewhat helpless.
After all that, it turns out this person doesn't know anything.
But one thing is certain: it is possible that Voldemort himself stole the Ageless Stone.
Even if it wasn't Voldemort, it was at least the Death Eaters.
But how come there's only half a stone left?
Where is my other half?
Where is Voldemort?
"Why did Voldemort let you study this stone?" Morris asked again.
The Death Eaters immediately replied, " The Avery family is skilled in researching ancient magical artifacts."
Oh, I see.
Morris nodded, put half of the Ageless Stone into his pocket, and gently waved his wand at the Death Eaters.
The Death Eaters, chair and all, floated up, his eyes still glazed over.
The dosage of Veritaserum is quite large; it takes two to three hours to recover.
Morris stepped out of the house, followed by two Death Eaters who hovered in the air, one in front of the other, to the middle of the road.
Sirius and Lupin were already there waiting for him.
Upon seeing the Death Eaters, the two asked in surprise, "You captured them?"
"Yes," Morris said, "Both of them are Death Eaters."
The investigation mission inadvertently turned into an arrest mission.
Lupin walked up to the two Death Eaters, stared at one of them, and said, " Avery family, I recognize him."
Morris nodded. "There are only the two of them here. I confirmed it with Veritaserum."
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. "Once Frick returns, we'll take them back to Kingsley for interrogation. He's more experienced than we are."
Kingsley was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and a professional Auror. Morris had met him.
After waiting foolishly for two minutes, Frick finally returned.
Sirius frowned. "There's a problem with the two houses you were in charge of?"
Frick had two bloody wounds on his face, and blood was dripping down his chin.
"Someone set a trap inside," he said, panting. "What bad luck."
Morris handed over a bottle of high-quality Essence of Dittany.
Frick took the bottle, uncorked it, poured the liquid into his palm, and then pressed it onto the wound.
The bleeding stopped immediately, and the two wounds quickly congealed into dark red ooze.
"We've searched both houses, no one's there." Frick handed the empty bottle back to Morris. "The traps are ordinary; they weren't specifically targeting us."
He saw the two Death Eaters. "That's one," Sirius said. "Let's get out of here first. Apparition directly. Lupin, you and I will each take one Death Eaters. Don't go straight to Grimmauld Place, go to Safe House Number One first."
Where is Safe House Number One?
Morris suddenly looked up halfway through his sentence.
Suddenly, a dark object appeared on the horizon and was rapidly approaching.
That is...
"Careful!"
The thing was almost instantly above their heads, and at the same time, green light descended from the sky.
Without a second thought, Morris abruptly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, and the bones quickly intertwined above their heads to form a massive bone shield.
The green light struck the bone shield, cracking it in several places, but it didn't shatter.
It's Killing Curse!
After the attack ended, Morris removed the bone shield.
At the same time, a figure landed steadily directly in front of them.
The man removed his hood, revealing a pale face without a nose. Besides that, he had two narrow nostrils and a pair of blood-red eyes.
Isn't that our old friend Voldemort?
Compared to the ugly, defective version from before, Voldemort is in much better shape now. Although his face is still quite abstract, his limbs are at least normal and no longer underdeveloped like before.
He must have repaired his body to some extent during his disappearance.
"Ah, let me have my way with you, Voldemort."
Morris took a step forward.
He wanted to know if he, in his current state, had any chance against Voldemort.
" Sirius, you two take those two Death Eaters and get out of here." Morris turned around and spoke calmly.
"What are you saying?" Sirius exclaimed incredulously, "You're going to take him on all by yourself?"
"I'm not alone," Morris said, waving his right hand slightly.
A thick black fog, centered on him, covered the entire open space almost instantly.
When their vision returned, everyone was stunned.
Bone Dragon, Basilisk, Unicorn, Yanhua, Guantou...
Morris released most of the undead creatures he carried with him, including dozens of Inferi, and there was no room left to contain them all.
"What's going on, Morris?" Frick exclaimed.
He knew Morris had a strange group of followers, but the number and imposing presence of this group were simply too exaggerated.
Look at that skeletal dragon! Look at that giant snake!
Just looking at it made him tremble all over.
Was this all really Morris's doing?
Voldemort watched this scene without a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He held his wand at his side and slowly said, "Is this all you've got? Give me the item, and I might spare you for now."
thing?
Morris was slightly taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening.
Voldemort was probably referring to the Ageless Stone.
"What do you need that stone for?" Morris asked.
He knew the other person wouldn't answer, but what if they did?
Sure enough, Voldemort shook his head, said nothing more, and waved his Inferi at the Infernal at the front.
This time it wasn't Killing Curse, but Fiendfyre.
He clearly understood that the weakness of the Inferi was fire.