When Voldy opened his eyes, he saw a man whose neck was faintly bulging with black veins standing with his back to him. Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked that stupid main soul flying. Only after he had taken over the body did he realize that he was in the middle of making his third Horcrux.
Voldy looked at the Hufflepuff Golden Cup in his hand, which was staring at him eye-to-eye, and expressionlessly wiped away its consciousness to carry out an inhuman recycling project. Then he brutally wiped the consciousness of the main soul he had just kicked out of the body, absorbed him, and after stroking the Resurrection Stone in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, he wiped him out too.
As for the last one, the Diary, it took Voldy a bit of effort to finish him off. Once all of this was done, he went to unlock the Slytherin estate and renamed it Voldemort Manor.
Doing the math, it was 1953—stuck at a very opportune moment, right at the peak of his development. It was the kind of career growth period where even if you threw a pig up into the air, it could run along with the pack for a couple of steps.
After putting all these things away, Voldy turned around, pushed open the door, and saw an old acquaintance.
Abraxas Malfoy, the father of Lucius Malfoy.
"Voldy? You're out?" Abraxas saw Voldy walk out and instinctively frowned slightly. "Who are you?"
Voldy chuckled softly. "As expected of Abraxas, truly sharp."
"I am from 1998."
"Then your body..."
"You'd better worry about yourself instead—dying of dragon pox, and at the hands of a witch who plotted against you. How stupid can you be."
With that familiar sharp tongue and familiar tsundere attitude, Abraxas finally set his mind at ease, and only then did his brain catch up to what Voldy had just said.
Abraxas: "!!!"
......
Lord Voldemort spent ten years consolidating the Death Eaters and leading them to a new peak. Until 1963, word came that the old Head of the House of the Prince family had passed away, and the family officially announced its total extinction.
Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Abraxas, "I'm going to take a look."
Abraxas was extremely curious—curious to the point of agony—but this friend of his simply refused to tell him, which was truly infuriating!
Voldy left Malfoy Manor, first paid a grand visit to the Prince family, and then headed to Number 19 Spinner's End.
That was the home of his double agent.
The main soul was a brainless, brutal madman who loved to torture people and kill Muggles; he was no such thing. It was just that this fellow named Tobias Snape had truly crossed his bottom line.
No one had ever treated Severus like that before—not even the main soul.
As Voldy walked into the filthy slums, he was targeted by a group of thugs, but he paid them no mind and simply turned into a narrow alley. Five minutes later, Voldy wiped the tainted blood from his slender fingers, dropped a handkerchief with an indifferent expression to cover the skull-crushed face of the corpse.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Three unhurried knocks. Voldy patiently waited for this damned Muggle to open the door.
"Creeak—"
The person who opened the door was an extremely frail witch. Her sunken cheeks and heavy dark circles loudly declared to the Dark Lord that the mother of his double agent was being tortured.
The Dark Lord looked at Eileen Prince as if she were a lifeless object. In his eyes, a witch who allowed herself to be bullied and oppressed by a damned Muggle... was nothing more than mud that couldn't support a wall.
"You worthless piece of trash!..." A string of filthy curses followed.
Voldy frowned, looking at the dirty floor, having very little desire to step foot inside. But he walked in anyway, solely to see his double agent, who was only three years old.
A child with eyes as dark as obsidian was huddled in the corner of the living room, timidly looking up at Voldy. Convinced that this child was the one he was looking for, Voldy turned his gaze to the Muggle who was still drinking.
"Tobias Snape?"
The elegant and familiar aristocratic tone made Eileen lunge forward abruptly. "Sir!!"
A bar of gold appeared in Voldy's hand as he looked at the Muggle whose eyes had suddenly gone wide and fixed.
"Severus Snape is your son, isn't he?"
"Yes!! My lord!" He lunged forward like a pig. Voldy sidestepped to avoid him, and two gold bars flew out, smashing against his head.
"From now on, he belongs to me."
Voldy said indifferently. Tobias nodded and bowed profusely, acting just like a dog begging for scraps.
"He will temporarily stay here with you, until he is eleven... or fifteen. Then I will take him away."
"My lord, may I ask who you are...?"
"Keep your mouth shut about things you shouldn't ask."
Voldy tapped his wand-handle cane lightly against his boot, then suddenly stopped and looked at Eileen.
"Your wife—"
"Can you take her with you too!!"
Eileen looked at Tobias with sheer disbelief in her eyes. Voldy cast a pitying glance at the witch; she was young, but thoroughly exhausted.
"She will be taken away together when this boy turns fifteen. Until then... do not tell him of my existence."
With that, Voldy tapped the floor with his cane. Before long, a Death Eater entered—a man of little real strength, but very skilled in business.
"Keep an eye on him. If any accidents happen..."
Voldy made a slicing gesture at his neck, raising his chin slightly to indicate Tobias, scaring the man into dropping to his knees in a cold sweat. "My lord! It won't happen, my lord!"
"Eileen Snape?" Voldy looked at her and suddenly flashed a smile, though it was bone-chillingly cold.
He left with an unhurried stride, and the Death Eater did not stay long either. Eileen covered her mouth, the expression on her face one of sheer agony. She leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, collapsing onto the floor.
Tears streamed through her fingers, soaking her clothes.
She didn't know who that man was, nor did she know why he wanted to take her child. He was only three years old, yet his fate at fifteen had already been sealed... He was a wizard!
Yes, a child of the Prince family must have a talent for potion-making; he would definitely be able to break free from that man!
......
Voldy unhurriedly gathered the pure-blood forces. This time, he wouldn't limit his gaze to Britain alone—even though Gellert Grindelwald’s era had not ended all that long ago, those Aurors were simply elite forces that the Death Eaters could not defeat.
Gellert Grindelwald had wanted to overthrow the entire world, which was far too difficult; he was different. What he wanted was to rule the entire Wizarding World.
Voldy began to lay out his plans. This time, he would reign supreme over Europe.
......
Time passed quickly. Voldy led the Death Eaters to effortlessly conquer the Netherlands, though the Death Eater squad later suffered a setback in Denmark. After regrouping, they encountered a massive joint encirclement by the magical forces of Germany and Austria.
This time, Voldy had no choice but to step in. He had originally intended to simply train his Death Eaters, but he hadn't expected to stimulate them to the point of overenthusiasm.
The previous Dark Lord was still knitting socks in Nurmengard, and the ministries of magic of various countries were determined to crush this next Dark Lord in the cradle.
Unfortunately, the time when this Dark Lord's power became unstoppable... was back in his past life.
By the end of Severus's tenth year, Lord Voldemort had finally conquered the French, Hungarian, Swedish, Portuguese, Danish, Spanish, and Irish Ministries of Magic.
Following this campaign, the influence of the Death Eaters grew to unprecedented heights, faintly rivaling the momentum of Grindelwald's former power.
Mostly because their leader, Lord Voldemort, possessed immense combat strength, fought ruthlessly, and was extremely fond of Avada Kedavra.