Facing the ecstatic Voldemort.

John didn't reply.

There wasn't even the slightest change in expression on his face.

This is a manifestation of [Occlumency] operating at full capacity.

no way.

Without [Occlumency], John was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

His snake-tongued ability was obtained by 'chewing' two pieces of Voldemort's remnant soul in Harry's body and Riddle's diary.

This comes from Voldemort himself.

It was perfectly normal for Voldemort to feel familiar with it.

And now.

Voldemort himself, who was lacking in intelligence information, didn't even think about it.

Instead, this strange feeling of familiarity was attributed to the closeness by blood.

This is really an unexpected surprise.

And the other side.

Michael, Alice and Barty were also shocked and speechless.

Especially Barty Jr.

Snake Tone is Salazar Slytherin's representative ability.

Almost all existing Snake speakers are descendants of Slytherin.

Including Voldemort.

And John had just spoken out in snake accent, and used this ability to order Nagini to attack Wormtail!

This is enough to prove that John is also a descendant of Salazar Slytherin!

He and Voldemort both had similar blood in their veins!

'In this case, it makes sense that John's talent is far beyond ordinary people, and he can possess such terrifying strength and mind at such a young age. After all, like the Dark Lord, he is the most noble person in the entire country, and even in Europe. Bloodline owner!'

As a pure blood supremacist.

Little Barty thought so in his heart.

He firmly believed in this.

So much so that the way he looks at John now is no longer the kindness that comes with the relationship between Michael and John, but the indifference of respect!

The world of pure-blood supremacists is that simple.

Bloodline and strength are the yardsticks for measuring status.

Now, John not only has extremely high strength and talent, but his bloodline is as noble as Voldemort's.

This greatly improved John's status in the eyes of Barty Jr.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The ecstatic Voldemort was still laughing loudly.

Apart from his ugly laughter, there was only Wormtail's increasingly faint cry for help.

But Voldemort still didn't sit back and watch him die.

Just when Wormtail was about to be strangled to death, Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

He directed Nagini back to his feet in a Snake accent, and then smiled and said:

"John, my relative! This mouse is still of some use, so let's keep him alive for now."

John raised his eyebrows and said:

"You decide."

His tone was still cold.

Even a little rude.

It was exactly the same as when he first started talking to Voldemort.

But the difference is the change in status brought about by revealing the Snake accent.

No one at the scene thought there was anything wrong with this.

"Hehehe - very good, very good!" Voldemort also said with a ferocious smile, "Then, let us return to the stronghold first!"

After saying this, Nagini climbed onto Voldemort's body.

Little Barty sneered and picked up the mud-like Wormtail.

Michael stepped forward and held John and Alice's shoulders.

"Apparition!"

"Buzz——"

Accompanied by a sudden spin.

John and others appeared in a small square.

John looked around.

The doors of the surrounding houses have gloomy faces, as if they are far away from anyone.

The windows of some houses were broken, glistening miserably in the streetlights, paint was peeling off many doors, and a few had garbage piled outside their front steps.

The place is extremely deserted and messy.

Especially now that it has just darkened, there is not even a single pedestrian on the street.

Voldemort walked forward first.

John and others followed immediately.

The group finally stopped in front of a small building.

A pungent stench of rotting garbage emanated from the bulging garbage bags in the dilapidated door.

Alice covered her mouth and nose in disgust.

"We're here." Michael said slowly, and a piece of parchment was placed in front of John and Alice. "Read it quickly and remember it."

After looking at the surrounding environment, John originally thought that Voldemort's current stronghold would be a dilapidated ruin.

Like the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade.

But after looking at the parchment, John realized that he was wrong.

Because what was clearly written on the parchment was:

[The Death Eater stronghold is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London]

Michael withdrew the parchment.

John raised his head and saw a tattered door appearing out of thin air between No. 11 and No. 13, and then dirty walls and gloomy windows also appeared. It looked like an extra house suddenly expanded.

Get up and squeeze everything on both sides away.

Voldemort led several people up the steps.

He gently touched the silver snake-shaped curved knocker on the door with his wand, and the door opened automatically.

"That was the [Red Bold Loyalty Curse] just now. If the secret keeper does not tell you the specific information, then no one will be able to discover this place. Even the most powerful wizard."

While Michael spoke.

John had crossed the threshold and entered the almost dark foyer.

He smelled a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet rotten smell.

"Snapped--"

Someone snapped their fingers.

Immediately, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a flickering and unreal light, illuminating the peeling wallpaper and polished and frayed carpet in the long and gloomy foyer.

A spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead shone dimly, and portraits blackened by age hung crookedly on the wall.

The chandelier and a candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents.

An old house elf was standing beside the table.

He was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist.

The head is bald and the skin on the face is covered with wrinkles.

A lot of white hair grew out of its two big bat-like ears.

He saluted respectfully towards everyone and said:
To be continued...