Aside from that, there’s one point about why he wasn’t discovered by Voldemort…
Kael squinted his eyes and continued to ask, “What happened then, where did the possessed person go?”
“Who knows…”
Oren said indifferently, “The Dark Lord didn’t seem interested in his body and quickly returned to the body of a snake. He went insane and was abandoned by us.”
To discard anything without value is indeed their style.
However, not dying after being possessed by Voldemort also indirectly proved that he was truly weak at that time, not daring to ‘eat’ heartily.
When he possessed Quirrell, he almost drained his Life Force. Quirrell was left with nothing but a shell, like a living corpse.
“However, I always kept an eye on it, and found that since then, the Dark Lord was able to possess the stronger Rune Pattern Snake.” Oren sighed,
“I initially wanted to continue observing, but for some reasons, I had to leave Albania and come to the United Kingdom.”
“That notebook?” Kael thought for a moment and asked.
He remembered that the Beaters had mobilized to arrest a person smuggling Fantastic Beasts because of a notebook.
“That’s right.” Oren smiled, “Our funds are provided by those big shots, and their demands naturally come first.”
“Do you want to know?” Oren looked at Kael mockingly, “If you want to hear about it, I can tell you—it would really open your eyes.”
“I’m not interested in cleaning up the Magic Realm.” Kael waved his hand, unconcerned, “You should keep it for your own safety.”
“No worries, it’s no longer needed.” Oren snorted, “Ever since Fudge was killed, it’s no longer needed. When he was Deputy Minister of Disaster, he started buying things from us, and he was the one who least wanted the notebook to be exposed.”
This matter is also related to Fudge?
Oh, indeed, besides the Law Enforcement Department, only the Minister himself could mobilize the Beaters. Given how much Fudge cherished his image, he certainly wouldn’t want his blemishes exposed.
“If you’re not interested, let’s forget it.” Oren changed the direction of the conversation again, “You already know about events after that when I unintentionally encountered Dumbledore. In order to avoid the Aurors’ pursuit, I came to Hogwarts to become the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
“I was also curious about the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts curse, wondering what it truly was. It’s said that it was a curse by the Dark Lord, and if it still exists, that would mean he truly hasn’t died.”
“Did you confirm that?”
“Of course.” Oren sighed, “When I faced the Beaters head-on, they didn’t realize anything was off about me. But they failed consecutive times when dealing with a first-year student—doesn’t that count as a curse?
“What surprised me even more was that after spending considerable effort shaking off the Beaters and returning to Albania, I found that the Dark Lord was gone. He seemed to have left the forest… That’s when I guessed he might soon make a comeback.”
“Boom!”
A distant roar sounded. A blue lightning streaked across the sky like a divine punishment, even affecting him despite the distance.
A strong wind blew through, stirring up a sky full of dust and leaves.
“Such terrifying power.” Oren looked toward the horizon, stood up and said, “With such powerful Magic, the battle over there should be nearing its end.”
“I have one more question,” Kael said quickly, “Why did you join the Death Eaters?”
“Why join the Death Eaters?” Oren turned his head, “Because only in the gutter can you more conveniently find the rats hidden within.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s none of your business.” Oren said bluntly, “Chat time is over, I’ll give you one more piece of news. That werewolf’s wedding…”
Speaking of this, a flicker of undisguised disgust passed through Oren’s eyes but quickly disappeared.
“You better not return to Godric’s Hollow, it’s more dangerous there… Oh, and never mistake me for being one of your kind. Next time we meet, it won’t be a warm chat-time; I’ll be out to kill you.”
“Well, well, someone chased by the Nundu everywhere says they’ll kill me.” Kael smirked, “I’m really so scared.”
The exaggerated tone and his exceedingly provoking expression made Oren unable to hold back any longer, his face turned ashen, and his teeth ground loudly.
More irritatingly, he couldn’t refute; nowadays, Kael was indeed someone beyond his ability to handle, not to mention Kael’s two 5X level Fantastic Beasts, which could render any Death Eater besides Voldemort helpless.
Oren gave Kael one last deep look, said nothing, and Apparated away.
After Oren disappeared, Kael took another glance toward the direction of Dumbledore and Voldemort’s battle.
At some point, it had already quieted down again.
With a soft whoosh, Dumbledore appeared a short distance away on an open field.
“Quickly, he’s about to catch up.” Before the words finished, Dumbledore’s legs buckled, nearly falling.
Kael hurried forward to grasp his arm.
Just then, a green light shot rapidly from afar. In the instant the Killing Curse was about to strike Dumbledore, he vanished once again.
As did Kael.
When Voldemort arrived, he found no one.
“Dumbledore, is hiding all you can do?” He hissed, half his face scarred and charred, his bald head now had a spider-web crack, looking uglier than before.
With no response, he vented his fury on the surrounding trees, laying waste to a swath of the forest in the blink of an eye.
“Someone rescued Dumbledore!” He coldly turned back, “Oren, I require an explanation, where were you just now!”
“I was chasing that insufferable Kael Chopper, my master.” Oren bowed his head, speaking respectfully.
“Did you kill him?”
“No, my master.”
“So, you failed!” The Elder Wand in Voldemort’s hand lit up green once more.
He was in a foul mood now; unless Oren could provide a satisfactory reason, he wouldn’t mind killing this somewhat competent servant for venting his anger.
“He somehow got two 5X Fantastic Beasts, very tricky, without master-level Magic Power like yours, killing him takes time.”
Oren calmly met Voldemort’s gaze, even knowing he was a Legilimency master, he showed no sign of dodging.
Besides, he spoke the truth—Three-Headed Dog and Nundu, one robust-skinned, one able to spew poisonous mist and robust-skinned, indeed troublesome.
“But I’ve lured him to Bellatrix’s side, there are our people and plenty of them, they will definitely kill him.”
Shifting the problem onto others was Oren’s idea; even if Kael wasn’t seen afterward, it was Bellatrix’s inefficiency. What did it have to do with him?
“Bella!”
Better not to mention; Oren’s mention only infuriated Voldemort further.
Bella took seventy Death Eaters with her, almost triple the Order of Phoenix members. They should have long killed everyone and returned, yet he had received no news so far.
Are they all incompetent!
This time, Voldemort couldn’t bother to hold Oren accountable for his inefficiency; his mind had only one thought.
Since Dumbledore escaped, kill the Order of Phoenix members to garner some interest, making him aware of the consequences of cowardly surviving.
Oh, and Bellatrix, given her previous loyalty, he’d offered several chances, yet she’d repeatedly botched tasks.
This time she must face punishment, the wrath of the Dark Lord.
Voldemort took a deep breath, the flesh on his face began to squirm, and quickly, those charred places, including the cracks on his head restored to normal.
He looked toward Godric’s Hollow and silently turned into a black mist, flying over.
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