In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter - Chapter 497: Barty, come with me

“If we had a way to just destroy this time-turner itself, that would make things easier.”

Jon stared at the time-turner, and as he spoke, he had begun to try to use the second gem on his ring, wanting to try to see if he could suck all the magic out of it.

However, after that, he did not feel any sign of magic power in it!

The time-turner was like a perfectly ordinary Muggle item, not using magic as a support for its operation at all, but some kind of other energy.

After Jon had sorted out exactly how they were going to resolve this matter, Slughorn also began to think about what to do with this time-turner.

After learning that Jon hadn’t found any magic power in it, he immediately took out his cauldron, then asked Jon to help him find some magic potion materials from the Witching Horizon warehouse, and spent almost half a day making a cauldron of potion that looked just like clear water.

“This is an extremely strong corrosive potion, normally, there is nothing in this world that it can’t destroy.”

Slughorn said as he commanded Jon to carefully place the time-turner into the potion.

But then they just watched the time-turner sink to the bottom of the hot cauldron, and the needle on the dial was still spinning as if it had been submerged in an all-too-common liquid.

Jon looked at Slughorn with a sceptical face, although it was a bit impolite, he couldn’t help but have the thought in his heart that the brewing of this potion had gone wrong in the middle of the process.

As if he could see Jon’s scepticism, Slughorn didn’t say anything more, he just gently threw a small teacup into the cauldron, and just at the moment when the cup was completely submerged by the potion, it completely disappeared, leaving only some tiny slaggy bits to settle at the bottom of the cauldron.

“It’s normal when you think about it, If this thing could really be destroyed that easily, it wouldn’t have been able to help Voldemort maintain the link between the two worlds all this time.”

Slughorn said while tapping his wand on the cauldron, then the time-turner flew out of the potion and landed on the ground at the side.

Next, they still did not give up, and tried to use the venomous fangs of the Basilisk, found an open place to use the Fiendfyre Curse, and used the most simple and direct physical violence to try to destroy the time-turner, but without exception, all of them had no effect at all.

After tossing and turning until evening, Jon and Slughorn stared at the time-turner, which remained unharmed on the surface, and glanced at each other.

“Looks like we need to seek some professional help.”

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In an empty hall, Dandy, who had long since lost all signs of life, just lay there between a crowd of people.

“I thought I had sufficiently underestimated your abilities, ladies and gentlemen.”

From above the high seat, Voldemort’s seemingly casual and rambling voice echoed in everyone’s ears, his words sending an involuntary shiver down everyone’s spine.

“Every once in a while, you all surprise me with something new, which can’t help but make me wonder to myself, am I serving you, or are you serving me?”

His words completely brought everyone to their knees, the Death Eaters all collapsed to their knees, they were so silent that they only dared to put their heads heavily against the ground and throw themselves to the ground, not even daring to look directly at the man in the high position.

Voldemort’s fingers gently tapped the snake-like armrests on his chair, and he felt a pang of inexplicable disgust as he looked down at the crowded group of people below him.

His words were not a wake-up call to anyone or any kind of intimidation, but that was what he was really thinking at this point.

The things or tasks arranged for them have never been truly completed to his liking, in the face of the Witching Horizon’s attack, these people simply have no room for resistance, although he has not seen the scene with his own eyes, but Voldemort has no doubt that the British Ministry of Magic was at a disadvantage when the vast majority of this group of people are bound to have been ready to surrender or escape.

But ultimately, such thoughts were just a thought in Voldemort’s mind.

The relationship between him and this group of purebloods in the end is just a mutual exploitation, Voldemort’s strength even if it turns stronger again, he has no way to accomplish the governance of the entire magical world by himself, the bloodline system was in fact established to allow him to enjoy a more solid control over his authority.

It’s just that the consequences of this time really made Voldemort too angry.

Much angrier even than when Jon had killed him once in the Atrium!

When he had been stabbed alive with a feather by Jon, he knew full well that he couldn’t die while Jon and Dumbledore had paid a great price, and he had in fact won a complete victory.

But upon learning that the stuff in the Time Room had been stolen by Slughorn, he couldn’t calm down any longer.

He knew what it implied, and easily guessed why Dumbledore was willing to pay such a high price to kill him once.

His true secret had been discovered!

In fact, Voldemort is not so concerned about his secret being revealed, there is nothing that can be hidden forever, besides, two Voldemort exist in one world at the same time, and such a big loophole will be discovered sooner or later.

What really enraged Voldemort was that the key to his immortality in this world had been taken away from him!

And it was still clearly Slughorn’s handiwork.

It wasn’t as if Voldemort hadn’t been on his guard when the fat walrus had defected, but it had been his other self who had sent him to become Deputy Head of the Department of Mysteries.

That fool thought he understood checks and balances, but he was simply blind.

Did he really think that Slughorn’s display of cowardice, fear of death and love for vanity could really be taken at face value?

Voldemort hated that he couldn’t able to give ‘himself’ a couple of Cruciatus Curses now; if he could, he would even pull that devoured self out of his soul to torture him.

However, things had already happened.

His greatest secret had fallen into the hands of his enemy, and as per his habits, he wouldn’t put all of his life and possessions on the line in one place.

The hall was quiet, Voldemort rubbed the snake-like armrests, wondering about something quietly, while those Death Eaters below didn’t dare to raise their heads, waiting for Voldemort’s sentence with uneasy speculations.

After a long time, it was only when the Death Eaters’ legs felt unconscious that Voldemort’s voice resounded.

“Restore everyone to the positions they held before the battle, those who have died, make a tally of the vacancies and I’ll select someone. Then, Barty, come with me.”

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