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Before Ciri arrived, Levin headed to the observatory on the top floor of the tower.
This place is not only a place to study magic related to stars, but also a place to use prophetic and divination magic. The magic sensors needed to detect magic are located here.
Now that he knew about the Death Eater escape and that Cirira was about to travel to Albania, he naturally had to consider the girl's safety.
Even though he knew Voldemort should be in England at the moment, Levin decided to check Voldemort's movements and confirm his location just in case.
The difficulty of successfully detecting magic depends on the caster's understanding of the target, as well as the degree of material connection between the caster and the target.
Specifically, the more familiar the spellcaster is with the target, the higher the probability of the spell succeeding. Ideally, the two parties should have met before and be acquaintances.
Alternatively, if the caster possesses something related to the target, such as clothing or possessions, it can increase the success rate and detection effect, but the best effect is achieved with the target's body tissue, such as hair or nails.
In terms of understanding, although Levin never formally met Voldemort, based on the original stories from his previous life, he could say that his understanding of Voldemort even surpassed that of Dumbledore.
In addition, Levin had also been in contact with Voldemort's Horcrux notebook and had extensive exchanges with a slice of the Dark Lord's childhood, so he could be considered to be quite familiar with him.
As for anything related to Voldemort… Levin seriously suspects that in the original books, Voldemort was completely bald, without any hair, and didn't trim his nails, all to prevent this.
But so what? Even without Voldemort's body parts, Levin has a great alternative. Nothing is more closely related to Voldemort than the Horcruxes.
So Levin took out the fragments of the diary and placed them on the ritual altar, then cast a spell using the sensors:
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Chapter 333 Voldemort's Current Situation
As the magical light flashed, a clear illusion immediately appeared before Levin.
[Advanced Insight] Successfully cast.
The first thing that catches the eye is a luxurious restaurant, decorated in a style full of British classical art, with Baroque paintings hanging on the walls, white reliefs and exquisite ceilings.
Clearly, this is a luxurious English manor.
In the center of the restaurant stood a large wooden dining table, slightly worn, but the cups and saucers on it were exquisitely crafted, adorned with intricate patterns. Leftover roast meat and Yorkshire pudding lingered on the plates, emitting an enticing aroma.
These details all suggest that Voldemort was in England at this time.
In a corner of the restaurant, a tall man with a pockmarked face and greasy hair sat wearily in a chair, his expression indifferent, as if he were bored with everything around him.
Another man with a gloomy and somewhat cruel face sat beside him, his solemn robes completely at odds with his fierce demeanor.
There were also some Death Eaters scattered around, some standing and some sitting, all waiting for something.
Before Levin could investigate further, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Shut up, let me out. Someone is spying on us."
The sound echoed in the room, sending chills down one's spine.
Then came a burst of unrestrained, maniacal laughter, "How dare someone so ignorant as to spy on my great master!"
"There's nothing here?" The pockmarked man looked up, glancing around in confusion.
"Snap!"
Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out, and his neck was struck by a shiny black whip.
"bump!"
With another muffled thud, the pockmarked man was thrown out and slammed into the wall in the distance.
A tall woman with a broad chin and thick eyelids rushed over, leaned down and hissed at the man, "Shut up, you idiot. Don't let me hear you question your master again."
The woman stepped forward and took a bundle from the large armchair in the middle of the room.
Because she hadn't seen the sun for so long, her skin had an unhealthy paleness.
Although the long prison life had made him look very haggard, one could still vaguely see the handsome face he had in his youth.
“Yes, Master, I will grant you all your wishes,” she said in an exceptionally gentle voice.
The moment she untied the bundle, a chilling image came into view.
It was a slimy, eyeless, ugly creature that didn't resemble any known creature; it seemed like a terrifying being from another world.
The thing she picked up looked like a curled-up baby, but it had no hair, its body seemed to be covered in scales, and its skin was dark red, like tender, injured flesh.
Its arms and legs were thin and soft, as if they had no bones, covered only by a thin layer of skin.
And its face—no living child has such a face—was a flat, snake-like face with a pair of gleaming red eyes. Those eyes were like two rubies, flashing with an evil light.
The creature raised its slender arms and wrapped them around the woman's neck.
Just then, Levin looked up and met his gaze directly into his long, narrow eyes that gleamed with an evil red light.
The extreme malice in those eyes left a deep impression on Levin.
Levin calmly continued to observe his surroundings, while Voldemort could only vaguely sense what was happening, but could not perceive anything more, at least not at the moment.
Upon realizing he could not gather more information, Levin withdrew from the spell, the illusion vanished, and the observatory returned to calm.
Levin pondered for a long time, recalling the scene he had just witnessed.
Even in this state, Voldemort was able to keenly sense his probing, proving he was indeed quite capable.
The reason it couldn't be confirmed was because many aspects of Levin's arcane magic differed from the magic system of this world, and Voldemort was not very familiar with it.
From this perspective, I might be able to barely manage a draw against the resurrected Voldemort, but there's absolutely no chance of victory.
Next, Levin used illusion magic to transfer everything he had just seen into a magic crystal, along with a note.
Then, with a thought, his hair instantly transformed into dense red feathers.
He casually plucked one off and placed it with the note and the crystal.
With a flash of light, the feather, along with the two other items, disappeared from the table and appeared in Jaina's hand.
When Levin returned to the tower hall, Cirella and the prisoners were already there, but they weren't there; they were in the bondage cells in the tower's basement.
The restraint chambers inside the tower were originally used for researching powerful living beings; they contain various magical restraint devices and force field prisons.
But now it's just the right amount of space to imprison these prisoners.
As soon as Levin entered the restraint chamber, he heard a man groaning in pain coming from inside.
Amidst her almost inhuman screams of pain, there was a cold laugh from Cirira.
After taking a few steps closer, Levin saw a man inside the force field prison clutching his throat, hissing in a dry voice, "Water...give me water!"
Cirella scrutinized him while toying with her wand, a pleased smile on her face.
Sensing Levin's footsteps, she turned around alertly. Upon seeing Levin, her eyes flickered, and she nervously put away her wand.
Levin didn't speak, but instead looked at the four criminals in the four force field cells.
The person in front of me kept clutching their throat and loudly asking for water. Judging from the magical aura, they seemed to be affected by the [Dehydration] spell.
Another person was suspended from the ceiling by a rope, mouth wide open, eyes wide open, tongue sticking out, looking as if he had been hanged.
Of course, he wasn't dead yet. Ciri used [False Life] on him, causing him to linger in agony, constantly feeling the pain of being strangled.
The third man lay unconscious on the ground, his body covered in horrific wounds indicating the torment he had endured. However, his chest rose and fell slightly, suggesting he was still alive.
The last one looks to be in the best condition.
But Levin noticed that whenever Cirira's gaze swept over him, the man would instinctively tremble, clearly terrified.
Levin never imagined he would witness such a scene.
What did Cirira do to them that made them like this?
Levin looked curiously at the girl beside him.
"I'm sorry... Levin, but the thought of these heinous criminals still living in this world makes me a little uneasy." Cirira stammered as she answered Levin's questioning gaze.
This version of Cirira certainly felt somewhat unfamiliar to Levin.
But when he thought about how the other person had risked their life to capture people from Azkaban for him, Levin couldn't bring himself to be harsh.
Seeing the other party's flustered appearance, Levin smiled reassuringly and asked, "Tell me, I'm also very curious, what kind of heinous wizards did you capture?"
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Chapter 334 Death Row Inmate
"His dark power is the strongest. Twenty Muggles and two wizards have fallen victim to his evil deeds," Cirella said, pointing to the man who was frantically begging for water because he was thirsty.
“I see. No wonder you used the Dehydration Technique.” Levin nodded. “An eye for an eye.”
"Hehehe," Cirella stuck out her tongue sheepishly and continued her introduction:
"That one, Stanpek Reginald, is also a serial killer, but he's far less powerful than the last one."
Fans call him 'Jack the Skinner,' and they believe he killed seven women, though the actual number is at least five times higher.
No wonder they kept him hanging, but didn't let them die.
Levin nodded and looked at the next one.
“Salisbury Wickman, he’s not from the Underworld, but a German fugitive.” Cerilla’s expression darkened further at the mention of the name. “He, along with his cousin, Kurt-Werner Wickman, a 08 Squib, murdered over forty wizards and Muggles, and was simultaneously arrested by the German Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government.”
After being put on the wanted list, he decisively killed his cousin, who was unable to cast spells, and fled to the Underworld.
“This last one, his name is Eric Ravenswood.” Shirella slowly and deliberately read out the name of the only conscious prisoner in the room.
Levin couldn't help but flinch when he saw Eric.
"This person never kills anyone himself, but he especially enjoys toying with Muggles using the Imperius Curse."
Shirella gave a disdainful snort.
"He used the Imperius Curse to control Muggles, making them commit murders—killing family, friends, strangers—and then observing how they couldn't believe what they were seeing, how they broke down, and how the foolish Muggle governments sentenced these innocent people. This behavior made him feel like God."
It is reported that he committed at least fifty crimes, and more than eighty people died as a result of him.
Levin glanced at the group and nodded, saying, "Understood."
Through this series of descriptions, he roughly understood why Xiruili would do such a thing.
This probably stems from her simple sense of justice and her dissatisfaction with the rulings of the Ministry of Magic in the Underworld.
After all, her hometown was still in the medieval stage of civilization.