Looking at the black smoke dispersing in the scarlet air, Voldemort's anger was about to burst him.
Soul items!
Nothing is more precious than this treasure; it is the key to his victory over death and his path to immortality, his reliance on eternal life!
However, Voldemort coldly stared at him with a furrowed brow, as if he was perplexed and didn't understand, without showing any anger beyond reason.
Will Ambyst Anrean know about soul items?
The thought flitted through Voldemort's mind, only to be immediately rejected by him.
Impossible!
Ambyst Anrean could not know about soul items, otherwise he would not have previously boasted that all things will wither, no one can be an exception of the stupid words.
And if Ambyst Anrean knew about soul items, he would surely not be able to resist the temptation of immortality.
He would definitely try to make soul items himself, so he should be able to recognize them, and he would not appear so perplexed.
But it is entirely possible that Albus Dumbledore, who has lived for over a century and has spent most of his time at Hogwarts, the self-proclaimed moral saint, would have such a chance to know about soul items in this great magic and still see them as evil creations to be avoided!
Fortunately
Gazing at it with wide eyes, watching it being destroyed in front of you at close range.
The pain brought to Voldemort by his mind and magic is second only to the pain he felt fourteen years ago when Harry Potter reflected the Killing Curse back at him, causing him to feel that everything about him had been stripped away.
The severe physical and emotional injury caused Voldemort to lose control over the twitching of his eye.
He immediately realized something.
Can't keep it tangled anymore!
The soul shard he kept in the Bellatrix vault was accidentally destroyed by Bren with the Lufire, and continuing to stay here no longer had much meaning.
If Albus Dumbledore, who was guarding the Ministry of Magic, suddenly arrived at this moment, coupled with Amyst Anrean who still had some strength left.
Voldemort looked at Bren, who was confronting him, with a malevolent gaze.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had to.
It is indeed a very 'tiring' thing for him to face two wizards at the same time.
However
Voldemort's crimson snake-like eyes flickered, and he briefly drifted his gaze toward the paddy fields beyond the ruins.
While Voldemort was weighing the pros and cons, he also put on a face of desperately trying to restrain the confusion in Amyst Anrean's heart.
Will Voldemort notice the hint?
Amyst Anrean felt an unusual sense of tension.
As early as last year, when they destroyed the pendant box together with Albus Dumbledore, the two of them discussed whether Voldemort might have possibly entrusted his other soul items to his loyal Death Eaters.
If so, who would receive it, and where would the loyal Death Eaters put the soul item that Voldemort had personally entrusted?
And the goblin bank, Gringotts, which was considered the most reliable place for storing valuable items, had already been suspected by Amyst Anrean at that time.
Therefore, this is why Voldemort, after his resurrection, knew that a mass escape from Azkaban was inevitable and yet kept silent and did not interfere.
Amyst Anrean needed a legitimate excuse to open the vaults of the Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban, to see if there were any of Voldemort's soul items inside!
On the day he declared the punishment, the throbbing pain in Amyst Anrean's scar, along with the vision Harry saw, confirmed to him that there were indeed soul items in the underground of Gringotts.
And two or three days ago, with Malfour and the rest of the Death Eaters, along with the disguised Bellatrix Lestrange, Amyst Anrean locked down the exact location of the soul item.
However, Amyst Anrean still contained himself and did not immediately open Bellatrix's vault.
Amyst Anrean had to turn everything into an "unfortunate" event that occurred by accident!
If Voldemort noticed that Amyst Anrean destroyed the soul items in the vault on purpose, then it would be a big trouble.
Will Voldemort detect this?
When he proposed to Amelie using the underground vault of Gringotts to constraint the escaped Death Eaters, Albus Dumbledore immediately understood his real purpose.
"I don't think he will suspect, Amyst——"
In private, when discussing the feasibility of communicating this matter, after careful consideration, Dumbledore looked at Amyst with caution in his eyes.
"Perhaps Tom might have a small doubt in his heart, but he would convince himself that the idea of you counting on his soul items is laughable."
Looking at Amyst Anrean, who was carefully listening to his advice, Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "To ensure the success of this plan, it is essential that all parties remain united."
"Amyst, when you destroy the soul shard, you need to do it seamlessly. You can't let Tom see that your magic is targeted at his soul shard. You know what kind of consequences would arise if your purpose is exposed."
Amyst Anrean nodded, leaned back into the sofa, and sighed.
"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore. I'm quite good at acting."
A single thought can lead to two entirely different outcomes!
If Voldemort shows signs of recognizing something!
Amyst Anrean's heart was filled with determination. Then, Dumbledore would appear here immediately. The two of them would try to capture Voldemort at all costs, no matter the price they have to pay!
Gazing into the eyes of Amyst Anrean.
Understanding the slight tension in the surface of those eyes, Voldemort penetrated deeper into them.
This made him feel very satisfied.
"It seems that your inner self is not as confident as you appear, Bren..."
Voldemort's lips curved into a cold smile.
"Since you've realized that you have no chance to overcome me, I am willing to give you another chance, but only if you are willing to submit."
"If I have to submit something, Lord Voldemort--"
The mention of Amyst Anrean's title brought a look of darkness to Voldemort's face.
"I would only submit to my own conscience."
Amyst Anrean remained serious on the surface, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.
Success!
Voldemort did not suspect that his soul shard was damaged by conspiracy or calculation!
"Disappointed me--"
Voldemort's black robe fluttered in the wind, and his eyes, devoid of warmth, stared coldly at Amyst Anrean.
"I thought you would be more clever than those fools. If that's the case, then--"
While raising his hand with the wand, Voldemort raised his voice.
Bang!
The next second, Voldemort vanished from Amyst Anrean's sight.
In a flash of time, Amyst Anrean's mind raced through many thoughts, and finally settled on the most likely one.
Harry!
He spun around abruptly, his sharp gaze locked onto the small black dots in the rice fields outside the ruins, which were Little Tonks and others.
Amyst Anrean was about to follow him, but in the last moment before his body vanished into thin air, he hesitated.
Harry's sudden fall to the ground, howling in agony, left the members of the Order of the Phoenix bewildered and unsure of what to do. Only Sirius and Remus immediately reacted.
"What happened to you, Harry!"
Sirius followed and crouched down to support Harry's back. He could feel that in just a few seconds, Harry's whole body was soaked with sweat.
"Does your scar hurt again?"
Remus also looked startled and asked in a hesitant manner.
Just then, Harry couldn't respond to Sirius and Remus's concerned expressions.
Great beads of sweat fell down, and Harry's teeth chattered as he dug his nails into the earth beneath him. His body convulsed violently, wave after wave of extreme pain tearing at his consciousness. Straining with all his might, Harry managed to dim his already blurred vision!
Booming!
The heavy pressure suddenly descended, like a mountain pressing down on their hearts, leaving them unable to move!
Harry Potter, who was groaning on the ground and falling down, caught Voldemort's eye when he suddenly appeared above the members of the Order. But he had no time to delay, raising his wand high and striking down with it without mercy. The green light bursting from the tip of the wand gave everyone a sense of despair!
In the blink of an eye between life and death, Harry Potter, who was still kneeling on the ground with his hands pressing into the black soil, suddenly raised his right hand, holding the wand.
He didn't even look up at the sky, and his wand was accurately pointing at the cold, cruel, and delighted Dark Lord!
Huh!
The soft golden-red light spewing from Harry's wand was far less dazzling and fierce than Amyst Anrean's Lufire.
However, the gentle golden-red light that rolled across the sky easily destroyed the incoming green light, submerging the standing Dark Lord in an instant.
When the golden-red light faded, the Dark Lord's roars of terror also disappeared from everyone's vision.
