Hogwarts Homecoming

"Asshole!!!"

After the violent roar, streaks of green light flashed through the dark space.

The remaining Death Eaters scrambled and fled in panic through the tall foyer of Malfoy Mansion.

But after the green light gently brushed over their bodies, their faces, distorted by fear, froze, and their bodies fell down weakly.

The gray fog that filled the outside of the manor seemed like sharks that smelled the smell of blood and rushed into the foyer where a killing was taking place.

The gray mist lingers around the bodies of the wizards who died with hatred, like a thin gray veil floating in the breeze, covering the corpses and gradually thickening——

On the walls of the foyer, the portraits of the ancestors of the Malfoy family were no less frightened than the wizards who suffered the massacre.

They screamed again and again, eagerly leaving the place where they were originally, and fled upstairs along the stairs.

And the elegant frames with gilt frames and intricate patterns they left behind were also corroded by the billowing gray fog in the foyer, and each second gradually faded as if they had gone through several years——

The once majestic and magnificent manor has become a haunted house.

Cracks appeared on the luxurious white marble tiles with swirls of flowers. Those cracks that made the mansion look hideous and ugly were filled with the smell of decay.

The entire Malfoy Manor is like a haunted house that has fallen into the abyss of hell and been abandoned by time - gloomy, terrifying, and strange!

Bang--

One person fell down, and his dull eyes reflected Narcissa Malfoy's face as white as snow, hiding behind a marble pillar covered with black moss.

Narcissa was also looking at the body on the ground that was gradually losing its warmth, its thin body trembling like a sieve!

This is a descendant of the Greengrass family, a nephew of the old Greengrass.

Now, he is dead.

Died under the slaughter of the Dark Lord.

It's been a long time--

In Narcissa's memory, she had never experienced such harsh wrath from the Dark Lord for a long time!

Boom!

A fallen marble pillar caused the entire Malfoy mansion to shake several times, and the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Narcissa didn't know who died, but no matter who it was, they were humble reptiles and insignificant to the Dark Lord.

But where is her husband?

Didn't they go on a mission for the Dark Lord?

Why was the Dark Lord the only one who came back, and why was he so angry?

Was he arrested or died at the Ministry of Magic?

A sorrow surged in Narcissa's eyes, and miserable tears seeped out of her eyes. She slowly squatted down, curled up as much as she could, and waited feebly for death.

What happened?

The smoke and dust raised by the fallen giant pillar enveloped the entrance hall. In the darkness, some suppressed cries of grief could be vaguely heard. When a ray of green light pierced the gray fog, the cries of pain disappeared and the hall became completely quiet.

In the quiet world, Voldemort was breathing heavily.

In his fierce eyes, his crazy eyes could see Narcissa Malfoy hiding behind the pillar.

But after hesitating, he didn't take action again.

For the sake of Lucius Malfoy's willingness to trade his son for the prophecy ball tonight, he also needs to keep at least one person to serve him.

But what happened tonight!

Deep in the crimson eyes filled with madness and violence, a little fear is growing!

He doesn't understand!

What is Blaine's magic, and why can he hurt himself!

Harry Potter!

He thought that the boy who could escape from him by luck, how could he escape from him again tonight!

In the darkness, Voldemort opened a palm and glared hatefully.

Hasn't he already gotten rid of that obstacle?

His body was filled with the same blood as Harry Potter.

That stupid woman named Lily, her magic has worn off, hasn't it?

But why?

Why was the injury he suffered when he entered Harry Potter's body more severe than the pain he suffered when he was trapped in Blaine's magic?

In that short period of time, his soul seemed to be burned to death

The pain was just like when he was living in that stupid Quirrell and when he faced Harry Potter and was touched by that boy in order to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"Love again?"

In the dilapidated hall, Voldemort's gnashed teeth whispered like a ghost's curse!

Dumbledore claimed to have always claimed that love has extremely powerful magic.

What a ridiculous statement. He used to believe it so firmly.

But now, the devil-like red eyes in the gray mist flashed with hesitation.

Hiss——

Nagini swam in from outside the gate, its snout stained with red blood, as if it had just experienced a hunt.

The corpses scattered everywhere in the hall were an extraordinary temptation for it, and its snake eyes rolled with greed.

But after some hesitation, Nagini crawled towards its owner.

"My dear Nagini—"

Voldemort stroked Nagini's head, the confusion and hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

"It's ridiculous. It must be mysterious. It must be some rare and ancient magic. Dumbledore used it to protect the boy. I ignored it-"

Voldemort's pointed face was twisted, and he roared in a low voice like a wild beast.

"Love does not exist at all. Voldemort will not be defeated by such nothingness. I. We are still invulnerable, right, Nagini, we conquered death together!"

"Hiss-"

A strange noise appeared, but it was not from Nagini.

The sound was majestic and vast, like an emperor speaking generously to his subjects;

The voice was smooth and dirty, like a thief dormant in the dark, bewitching living beings;

The voice is old and cold, and every syllable is filled with a forgotten time;

The voice was harsh and cruel, as ruthless as killing hundreds of millions of living beings.

Narcissa stopped grieving and stared blankly in front of her.

It permeates the entire foyer. Not just inside the foyer--

For a long time, the gray fog that has shrouded the beautiful Malfoy Manor, which can neither be driven away nor eliminated, has turned into a ghostland, began to flow.

The twin snake staffs floating in front of Voldemort's body, the four snake pupils once again shone with a scarlet light, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, gathering up the gray mist caused by it.

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These gray fogs and deaths come from all things in the world, and they gather spontaneously because they are here.

Voldemort was not overjoyed.

This scepter easily defeated Dumbledore's scepter and then revived. No, it cannot be described like this.

It was always awake, but it didn't want to pay attention to itself.

"I am your master!"

Voldemort growled fiercely and inwardly. He stared at the double snake staff. The two snakes were entangled together and twisting, very ferocious.

"lie--"

The voice that made one's soul throb and couldn't help but surrender appeared again. Narcissa suddenly stood up and walked out from behind the pillar, staring at it blankly.

lie?

Voldemort shuddered as he savored words filled with ancient connotations.

He didn't understand and was confused.

"Since you don't want to surrender to me, why... why did you let that stupid woman Cliona hand you over to me!"

Voldemort growled, his face distorted.

An unspeakable fear tortured his soul. This power, this majesty--

He could no longer pretend that he was the master of the double snake staff;

"Who are you loyal to?"

"My lord, Herbo."

The scepter floating in the gray mist buzzed, making a majestic and majestic sound.

"Herbo?"

All the emotions on Voldemort's face disappeared, and he looked up at the double snake staff, just like a mortal looking up at a god.

"Despicable Haierbo. He is the Horcrux"

Voldemort murmured confusedly.

"Contract with your humble soul--"

The iron-green body of the double snake staff stopped squirming, and a strange light flashed in the cold eyes looking down at Voldemort, revealing his majesty,

"trade."