Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

On the way back to the lounge, Harry naively thought that Ron and Seamus would believe in him.

But the reality slapped him hard.

Saw Harry walk in wrapped in a Gryffindor scarf and banner.

Ron asked with a sneer, "How do you do that?"

"What?"

"I'm asking what method did you use to enter the age group!"

Harry frowned, and it was the question again.

From the showroom onwards, everyone was asking how he got into the age group.

Including when Dumbledore started~ It was like this.

Harry said impatiently: "I don't, I didn't put in the name."

Although he tried his best to show his sincerity.

I hope my friends can believe in me.

Too bad he overestimated Ron, who was a very jealous guy.

"Come on, it's fine if you don't want to say it, that's fine, you just happened to be able to avenge the Quidditch match last year."

"I'm talking about the one we played against Hufflepuff, the one where you get attacked by dementors and Cedric wins the game."

Ron's words completely pissed Harry off.

The two are friends.

Harry figured Ron should know he didn't want to bring up the dementors.

"Let me say this for the last time, I didn't sign up, let alone sign up, because someone is trying to frame me.

Several people in the dormitory looked at each other.

Ron asked cautiously, "Framed you? Why would they do that?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, before adding, "Probably trying to kill me!"

Ruthless laughter sounded in the dormitory.

Ron even lay on the bed and kept patting his pillow.

"Harry, do you still want to say that the person who wants to kill you is a mysterious person?"

Just as Harry was about to nod, he saw the sneer in the eyes of several people.

"What I say is true, if you don't believe it, forget it."

After he finished speaking, he lay down on his bed.

'Sirius, why haven't you written back to me, what should I do now!

Harry looked out the window at the dark night sky.

In my mind, I thought of the godfather who had gone somewhere.

"Harry, are you using an invisibility cloak? That's why the age group can't detect you."

"I told you, I never wanted to sign up!"

Harry roared and put the quilt over his head, refusing to answer any questions from his dormmates.

See what he looks like.

Ron and the others looked at each other and smiled.

There was also a hint of contempt in Harry's eyes.

at the same time.

In the principal's room on the eighth floor, Dumbledore took an ancient book from the shelf.

"Last time you asked me to investigate how to obtain a human body, I probably already have the answer.

Cutting-Edge Dark Arts Revealed

See the books the other party put on the round table.

Lucas looked surprised.

He had thought that Dumbledore would hide the book forever.

"This book records a lot of ancient black magic, including the method of making Horcruxes.

"It used to be placed in the restricted section of the library, and when I found out that Tom made the Horcrux through it, I took it to the principal's office for preservation.

Dumbledore briefly explained the origin of the book to the two, and then turned the book to one of the pages.

"Another ancient ritual, it can bring the lost body back to life."

Neither of them spoke, but looked at the above content seriously.

Just by scanning it, Lucas knew that it was the spell that Voldemort used when he was resurrected.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate."

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, will regenerate your master.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, will resurrect your enemy."

Professor Snape whispered the above incantation.

These three sentences are both the incantation and the material needed for the ceremony.

Lucas looked up at the old bee who was eating sweets.

"That means Voldemort needs to be boiled out of a cauldron?"

Dumbledore paused with the hand holding the cake.

"Well...it's probably what you said!"

If Lucas hadn't said it, Dumbledore wouldn't have expected it.

Now thinking about Voldemort getting out of a cauldron, he suddenly felt a little funny.

Professor Snape didn't have time to listen to their jokes.

He is in a very bad mood today.

So after reading the above content, I asked Lucas directly: "So you asked me to research an immortal poison, just to calculate the resurrection of the mysterious person?"

"Oh?" Dumbledore also looked over curiously.

Lucas shrugged: "I do have this plan, but I don't know exactly what Voldemort is going to do.

"I'm just guessing, whether it's an ancient Legendary, or a fictional biography, mentioning resurrection requires something to be sacrificed, usually the enemy."

"Then, as the enemies marked by Voldemort himself, the Death Eaters will definitely do everything possible to bring Mr. Potter to their master."

"Judging from the current results, my guess is obviously correct."

Dumbledore and Professor Snape obviously didn't believe his nonsense.

But it doesn't matter if you don't believe it.

As long as the original intention of dealing with Voldemort remains the same.

Dumbledore put the book back on the shelf, turned to Lucas and said.

"The next step will be left to you. Since the father's bone is needed, finding the burial place of Voldemort's father is particularly critical."

"Don't worry, I will write a letter when I get back, and let the saints follow the clues to find the burial place of old Tom Riddle."

"Since that's the case, I'm going to study blood poison now." Professor Snape went to the spiral staircase after finishing speaking.

It can be seen from his steps that he is very anxious at the moment.

Lucas and Dumbledore were the only ones left in the headmaster's room.

Lucas knew that the other party must have something to say to himself, so he didn't leave in a hurry.

"Lucas, I want to talk to you about Harry?"

"If it had anything to do with our plans, of course I would, but if you want to talk to me about Mr Potter's raid, I don't think there's much to talk about.

...0 for flowers...

Lucas intends to block what the other party wants to talk about in advance.

But he obviously underestimated Dumbledore's thick skin.

"Harry he's just an immature kid."

"Mr. Principal, are you mocking me for being too thoughtful?"

Seeing Lucas' unfriendly eyes.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "I didn't say that."

"However, he really can't compare with you. In terms of suffering, the situation you have faced since childhood is much more difficult than Harry's."

"But I still hope you can forgive Harry, he just did something wrong in a moment of confusion, but I firmly believe that the child has no bad intentions."

He stared at the old man with white beard and hair in front of him.

Seeing the begging in the other's eyes, Lucas sighed.

"It's probably impossible to be friends, but I can guarantee that if Mr. Savior doesn't trouble me, I won't take the initiative to deal with him."

"I also hope you can understand that I am still willing to protect Mr. Potter, just because he can deal with Voldemort better when he is alive, that's all!"

......0

Dumbledore sighed, "Well, it's a pity that Harry lost such a good friend as you."

Drink up the last bit of black tea in the cup.

Lucas got up and looked at the old man opposite and asked, "Have you nothing else to tell me?"

"Dragon!"

"kindness?"

"The way of the first match is to face the dragon, I hope you can break the news to Harry."

"From the current point of view, I am afraid that Harry will be in a very bad situation, if no one helps him, he will struggle.

Lucas nodded: "Don't worry about this, even if I don't tell you, Mr. Crouch will find a way to tell Mr. Potter about the game.

Dumbledore suddenly said: "I actually forgot about him, it's exactly as you said."

"Good night, then, Mr. Headmaster!"

Leave the principal's office.

Lucas walked alone in the silent castle.

Just when he walked to the first floor.

Suddenly, he saw a girl with a unique temperament standing in front of him.

"Luna? Why are you here?"

Hearing Lucas' voice, Luna turned quickly and hid her hands behind her back.

"Mr. Lucas, is the matter over?"

"En." Lucas nodded, but wondered why the other party knew what he was going to do.

Looking at the shy girl in front of him, Lucas asked softly, "Are you looking for me?"

"Mr. Lucas, although the Triwizard Tournament is dangerous, I believe you can do it. This is a horned snoring beast I made myself. I hope it will bring you good luck.

Taking the wood carving from the other party, before he could thank him, Luna ran towards the stairs.

Looking at the strange-looking snoring beast, a smile appeared on the corner of Lucas' lips.

"Mr. Grindelwald is so flirtatious!"

The sudden voice behind Lucas changed his expression.

He turned hastily.

I saw a group of black shadows standing in the corner leading to the basement. .