Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

On a hill outside the Hogwarts camp, a strong wind swept across them. The red petals of the other side of the flower were flying messily in the wind, and two figures gradually appeared.

One of them was wearing a black tattered hooded robe and a terrifying mask on his face, while the other was wearing a dark knight's armor and a black broad-bladed sword at his waist.

"I heard that you killed an undead beast this morning?" Roland's cold voice came from under the knight's armor.

The old man in black robe nodded slightly: "An undead creature with eighth-level strength is difficult to kill... When I killed that beast, I discovered two interesting things."

"Haha, I know what you are going to say! You also found the mysterious magic 'talisman' on that undead creature..."

"Not only that, I also found that the undead creature's mind was a little unclear. The spiritual consciousness in his soul fire seemed to have been forcibly destroyed. To put it simply, the undead creature had gone crazy. It just relied on

Acting on certain instincts without any rational judgment." Burress said calmly.

"Crazy? What does this have to do with us? An undead creature that has fallen into madness is not as important as that talisman, right?" Roland said nonchalantly.

Bores shook his head and explained in a hoarse voice: "No! This is very important... I detected a trace of the 'power of death' in the soul fire of the undead creature, and I can confirm that there is Vijay's breath.

"

"When you saw the talisman, you were already sure it was that little bastard. What's so surprising?"

Boris: "You don't understand, that ray of 'power of death' is extremely weak, and I found that the spiritual consciousness in the undead creature's soul fire was destroyed by that wisp of 'power of death'. It only destroyed the spiritual consciousness."

The consciousness has not harmed the origin of the 'Soul Fire', and this control is surprising.

What really surprised me was the child's ability to control the 'Power of Death'. He could condense the 'Power of Death' like silk and manipulate the 'Soul Fire'. Such subtle control showed that the child could use it at will.

It’s the ‘power of death’, and it’s the kind that can’t be used without backlash.”

"Backlash?" Roland said with some surprise: "'The power of death' also has backlash? Why haven't you heard of it before?"

"The 'Power of Death' is a higher-level power that cannot be mastered by mortals. I thought you had discovered the characteristics of the 'Power of Death' a long time ago." Burleth said and began to give detailed examples:

"The kid named Tom is a good example. The 'power of death' distorted his thinking to a certain extent and made him a little paranoid. You have also checked Tom Riddle's memory before. He once

He used the Cruciatus Curse on a classmate outside the ruins just to learn some unimportant information.

There is also a young man named Minsk who has also been slightly affected. From the last time we fought with him, we can find that although that child can suppress the mental distortion caused by the 'power of death', he has also become cold-blooded inadvertently.

Reason... Of course, this is not a compliment. His cold-bloodedness and reason are far more dangerous than you think, which should be evident in the future."

Roland put his chin on his hand with a puzzled look on his face: "You said I should have discovered it a long time ago, but to be honest, when I came into contact with that little bastard, I didn't find that the 'power of death' had any influence on him. Outside the ruins,

At that time, I put him in the 'Second Level Domain' to develop the 'Power of Death', and there was no backlash during this period."

"What!?" A hint of surprise finally appeared on Bores's calm face: "How is it possible!? The child was not affected in any way... It shouldn't be! Even though he was baptized by the power of death since he was a child, under the power of death,

'You should also experience backlash when you awaken! It's either a mental distortion or a change in personality, so it shouldn't have no impact at all!"

Roland also fell into silence, carefully recalling every detail of her relationship with Qin Weijie. She was absolutely sure that after awakening the 'power of death', Qin Weijie did not show any signs of backlash.

When the two of them were looking down and thinking, suddenly a black spot appeared on the horizon in the distance. From a distance, it looked like a dot of ink on the earthy yellow curtain.

However, as time went by, the black spot on the horizon gradually grew larger. At this time, everyone discovered that the black spot was not a dead thing, but a giant dragon soaring in the strong wind (well... Kuntu seemed to really be a

What a dead thing! It’s an undead dragon after all).

"Dragon!? Another undead beast is coming towards the camp!" In the camp, a Beauxbatons student who was busy repairing and perfecting the magic circle pointed to the horizon and shouted loudly.

An exclamation attracted the attention of everyone in the camp. At the same time, Padrick, Calanda, Credence and others quickly left the camp and headed towards the direction of the dragon to block it.

Minsk looked at the sky calmly and narrowed his eyes: "There seems to be someone on top of the dragon's head...and there are many people!"

"Hahahaha! Comrades, don't act rashly, we are friendly forces, don't accidentally hurt us... Hahaha!" A familiar voice suddenly came from the sky.

Hearing this hearty smile, Shansk and Alateng looked at each other, and both of them couldn't help but smile.

Beauxbatons Student Union President Joanna, who was standing next to Alateng, looked puzzled. She rarely saw Alateng show such a warm smile, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis: "Do you know the person on the top of the dragon?"

Minsk nodded and before he spoke, Arateng shouted excitedly: "President! It's the president! The president is back! Hehe, I'm going to pick up the president!!"

Alateng stood upright and ran towards the outside of the camp with long strides. Every step stirred up a lot of smoke and dust, and his speed was even faster than Credence and the others.

Joanna frowned slightly and thought: 'President? The president that Alateng misses so much!?'

Unconsciously, Joanna's fists were clenched tightly, and the jealousy in her eyes was not concealed.

Seeing Joanna's changes, Minsk patted Joanna on the shoulder, then leaned into Joanna's ear and whispered: "Put away your unkind eyes and don't think about attacking the president, otherwise I won't mind practicing again."

Make a 'cursed head'."

Joanna was stared at by Minsk. For a moment, Joanna felt that the temperature around her body had dropped by more than ten degrees. A cold and fearful feeling arose spontaneously. Joanna believed every word Minsk said at this moment.

It's all true.

"I like him!" Joanna said stubbornly.

Minsk shook his head: "You should have heard about Alateng's situation. The president took care of his body and restored his masculinity. However, his sexual orientation that has been solidified for many years also made him have a different kind of feeling for the president."

"I know this, I just hope you can help him get back to normal!" Joanna said

"We have no right to interfere in our friends' private affairs..." Minsk continued: "If you really want Alateng to like you, then you shouldn't be biased against the president. The president has many tricks, maybe

He can change Arateng's sexual orientation."

If Qin Weijie were here at this time, he would definitely push Minsk to the ground and rub him: "Fuck! Do you think I am Doraemon!? Doraemon can't care about so much, okay?"