Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

London, Daily Prophet.

At this time, the newspaper office was brightly lit.

Although it is already night.

But none of the staff was off duty.

Deep in the basement of the newspaper office.

In a room that is closed all year round, more than a dozen members of the saints are hurrying to develop magic photos.

If Voldemort was here.

Be sure to recognize the person in the photo.

"Pyne, did Fudge agree to that?"

"Mr. Pierce, please rest assured that the appointment of the new director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation has been signed by Mr. Minister, and it will be distributed to all departments of the Ministry of Magic tomorrow morning.

"In addition, the return of the mysterious man, with Minister Fudge's character, he will never admit it, even if he wants to admit it, I will try to persuade him to deny it.

Pine Carrow smiled confidently.

Although his time as assistant minister was not long.

But Fudge trusted him very much.

Pierce Thicknesse nodded in satisfaction.

He picked up the developed magic photo.

Looking at the man with red eyes above, his eyes were full of fear.

"Our war against the Death Eaters is about to begin."

"Mr. Pierce, I trust the Chief to lead us to victory."

"Of course!" Pierce nodded in agreement.

When Lucas, the leader of the Saints, was mentioned, the eyes of the members of the Saints immediately became fanatical.

Little Hangleton Cemetery.

He issued a summons to his subordinates.

Voldemort scanned the dark cemetery.

It will take some time before the Death Eaters arrive.

So he has to do something.

When he saw Harry tied to the tombstone.

A hint of surprise flashed in the red eyes.

"Oh! Harry Potter, you are standing on top of the bones of my father. He was a pathetic Muggle, and he was a fool."

"But he has his uses. After being killed by me for many years, he helped me regain my body.

Voldemort opened his hands, showing Harry his healthy, strong body now.

He started to walk around the cemetery.

Suddenly pointing to the house on the hillside, he said, "It used to be my father's house, and my mother also lived in this village."

"She was a witch, but I thought she was so stupid that she fell in love with a Muggle, and that my father abandoned us before I was born.

"My mother died of dystocia when I was born, and I could only grow up in a Muggle orphanage, living under the same name as my father.

Voldemort scanned the graveyard again, then closed his eyes and said.

"The reason why I want to share my family history with you is because we have many similarities, Harry!"

"But now my real family is coming back, look! Here they are."

Harry looked up to the sky.

I saw a few more black fog in the Dark Mark.

The black mist circled around the Dark Mark, and then flew towards the graveyard.

Harry saw such a scene once during the summer vacation.

Understand that this is a pre-Apparition trait.

The sound of Xixisuo sounded one after another.

Many people in black robes, black pointed hats and skull masks showed up at the cemetery.

Death Eaters!

Harry gasped.

Also gasping for air was Cedric who was hiding aside.

This familiar dress.

He saw it at the Quidditch World Cup.

'Lucas, are those Death Eaters?

Cedric wasn't stupid enough to ask directly.

Seeing the shape of his mouth, Lucas nodded slightly.

There was a hint of panic in Cedric's eyes.

He covered his mouth with his hand so as not to startle the desperadoes by accidentally making a sound.

But Cedric couldn't control his curiosity.

So he poked his head out again to observe the changes in the field.

At this time, the first group of Death Eaters were already lying on the ground.

They stepped forward one by one, kissing the hem of Voldemort's black robe.

Voldemort did not stop, but was very satisfied with everyone's performance.

"Welcome back, Death Eaters." " Voldemort opened his hands slightly, as if he was really welcoming everyone.

"Thirteen years, it's been thirteen years since our last meeting, and I'm glad you're still here today."

"That means we're still united under the Dark Mark, right?"

Everyone nodded hastily, and many people even started to tremble.

Voldemort looked down at each of the Death Eaters, sniffing the air with his socket-like nose.

"I smell guilt."

Next, Voldemort reprimanded the Death Eaters in front of him one by one under Harry's gaze.

Among them are Crabbe and Goyle's father, including Nott's father.

Every time Voldemort pronounced a name, Harry could find the heir of this family in the school.

And most of them are Slytherins.

'No wonder Ronald said that the people of Slytherin were evil dark wizards, and now it seems to be true.

Harry muttered inwardly.

At this moment, Voldemort pronounced a name he was extremely familiar with.

"Lucius, my best friend, why didn't even you come to me? Thirteen years, I've been lingering for thirteen years!"

Voldemort seemed very angry.

He tore off the hood on Lucius' head, destroying the mask on Lucius' face.

Lucius' long platinum hair was messed up, but he didn't dare to take care of it.

It was the first time Harry saw such a embarrassed Lucius Malfoy.

"My master, please forgive me. If I know your news, I will try my best to find you. Please believe in the loyalty of the Malfoy family."

"Of course I would like to trust you, just like I trust Abraxas, but this time I am very disappointed in you, Lucius."

Voldemort finished speaking.

Lucius hurried forward to kiss the corner of the other party's robe.

"Master, in order to show my loyalty, I brought my own son. He admires you very much and is willing to be your most loyal servant."

"Oh?" Voldemort's red eyes flashed with surprise.

If Malfoy is willing to let the next generation of heirs become Death Eaters, it will indeed prove their loyalty.

No need for Voldemort to ask.

Lucius waved his hand quickly.

Dressed in black, Draco crouched in front of Voldemort.

When he kissed the dirty corners of Voldemort's robes.

No one saw Lucius Malfoy's tightly clenched fists.

No one saw how cold Lucas' eyes were when he looked at Voldemort.

"Oh! Get up, kid, Lucius, you have trained us Death Eaters to be an excellent talent, come on, kid, stretch out your left hand."

Draco knew what would happen when he held out his left hand.

But that was the end of the matter, and he had no choice.

"Thank you for your gift, my master!"

Draco tried to look excited.

When severe pain came from his left arm, Draco's eye sockets gradually became moist.

"Okay, from today onwards you are my most loyal family member. At your age, you should still be studying at Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, my master!"

Voldemort's eyes lit up: "Very well, go on to school, I heard that you have a very good relationship with Lucas Grindelwald, don't you?"

"Master, you misunderstood me. I was just using him to deal with Harry Potter. Under my influence, Grindelwald and Harry Potter really became sworn enemies.

"In this way, there will be no possibility of cooperation between the two of you. This should be good news for you, Master!"

These words were taught to Draco by Lucas.

Sure enough, Voldemort laughed out loud after hearing this.

"Lucius, I am very satisfied with your son, there is no doubt about the loyalty of the Malfoy family!"

"It is an honor for the Malfoy family to serve you, my master!"

Lucius showed a flattering smile, and then looked at the others proudly.

This scene happened to be seen by Voldemort, and the smile on his face became more obvious.

Harry looked at the familiar platinum boy with disbelief.

"Draco?"

"Draco!"

Draco glanced at the other party contemptuously, and let out a cold snort of disdain.

The look of disgust was exactly the same as his father's.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, let Draco follow behind him, and the two came to Harry Potter.

"I know that many of you are curious and think that I can't get close to Harry Potter, and today I'm going to prove it to you.

As Voldemort said, he stretched out his fingers and pressed hard on Harry's lightning scar.

Seeing that he wasn't hurt by it.

Many Death Eaters began to cheer.

And Harry's forehead hurt like hell.

Lucius knew the time had come for a stinking kick.

He stepped forward and asked in a respectful tone: "Master, please tell us how you accomplished this miracle and returned to our side. "

Voldemort glanced at Lucius appreciatively.

He did not immediately describe the experience of these thirteen years.

Instead, he glanced at the Death Eaters around him.

"This time eight Death Eaters didn't come back. The Lestrange couple are in Azkaban at the moment. They would rather stay in Azkaban and wait for me to come back [I will reward him well if I go ten minutes away]

"When I recover the dementors and capture Azkaban, I will give them the richest reward!"

"Three Death Eaters have died for me, and another coward has escaped, and he dare not come back to face me.

"As for the remaining two Death Eaters, one of them is currently performing a secret mission for me at Hogwarts, and I will give him the richest reward."

"The last Death Eater, I think I have lost him forever. Of course, for those who betray me, I will execute him with my own hands."

"Now, let's talk about how I got through thirteen years!"

Voldemort then gave a ten-minute speech.

He started with the Gorefiend curse used by Harry's mother.

He talked about how he became an existence that was not as good as a wandering soul, and how he lingered and hid from living in Albania.

It also talked about four years ago, when Quirrell strayed into the forest and was possessed by him to seize the Philosopher's Stone and failed.

Finally, Wormtail finds himself again.

And from a witch in the Ministry of Magic, Bertha Jorkins, she learned about the Triwizard Tournament and Barty Crouch Jr.

So there is a series of plans behind.

Of course, Voldemort did not reveal (Zhao's) the identity of Barty Crouch Jr.

"Now it's time to get down to business, let's welcome Harry Potter to my regeneration party!"

"Cruciate!"

Harry felt his bones were burning, and the unforgettable pain made him desperately wish that he could pass out as soon as possible.

At this time, it was on a hillside not far from the cemetery.

Dumbledore and Snape were observing the situation in the cemetery.

The position where the two stood was written by Lucas, which can hide

Hide the magic in them.

Professor Snape frowned when he saw Harry suffering through the binoculars.

"Mr. Principal, are you sure you don't need me to rush to help?"

"It's not your turn yet, Severus." Dumbledore thought for a while and added: "You have to trust Lucas, even I can't do anything about his spell words.

Professor Snape nodded and continued to observe the cemetery through the binoculars.

Voldemort stopped casting the Cruciatus Curse.

Turning to Peter Pettigrew next to him, he said, "Wormtail, give him back the wand, I want to have a fair duel with Harry Potter, and kill the man who survived the catastrophe with my own hands."

child!"

I felt the rope that bound me loose.

Harry fell to the ground, his wand thrown aside.

He clenched his wand tightly and turned his head to look at a tombstone in the distance.

He had just noticed Cedric's voice coming from there.

If he's right, Lucas and Cedric are hiding there!

"Harry, stand up, let's have a fair duel!"

The sharp and cold voice sounded again, and Harry was forced to stand up and face the terrifying opponent!.