Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

In the original book, Voldemort stepped on the Savior's face with his bare feet.

Although Lucas hasn't changed that much, he can barely step on it while wearing shoes.

"The omnipotent Dark Lord? That's all!"

Hearing the blond boy's ridicule, Voldemort let out an angry roar.

"What are you still doing? Kill him, kill him!"

at this time.

The words of the spell in mid-air collapsed.

Everyone sensed their magic power again.

Voldemort's powerful pressure surged into the sky.

Residents across Little Hangleton have been affected.

The Death Eaters lay down on the ground and trembled, fearing that the mighty Dark Lord would take over.

"Lucas Grindelwald, damn you!"

"Awada eats a big melon!"

The Killing Curse passed through Lucas' body.

Seeing Voldemort's astonished eyes again.

Lucas used phantom to appear in front of the other party almost like a teleportation.

"The Killing Curse? Isn't it too old-fashioned, how about trying my new magic?"

"plunder!"

The magic power of purple was drawn out of the body.

Voldemort recalled that year in the Forbidden Forest, Lucas seemed to have used this trick as well, drawing more than half of Quirrell's magic power.

"Go away!"

Voldemort caused a riot in his own magic power, and hit "two four three" to cut off Lucas's means of absorbing magic power.

"Awada eats a big melon!"

"Awada eats a big melon!"

"Awada eats a big melon!"

Voldemort threw the Killing Curse like a madman.

Every Killing Curse was not ignored by Lucas with Escape into the Void.

It was the shield transformed by the transformation spell that bounced back to the surrounding Death Eaters.

There were a few unknown unlucky ones who were personally sent by their masters to meet Merlin.

"What a monotonous attack, little Tom!"

Lucas seemed to feel that the heat was not enough, so he directly called out Voldemort's most hated name.

The next moment, Voldemort unleashed a raging Fiercefire!

The crimson flames illuminated the entire night sky.

On the hillside in the distance.

Dumbledore wasn't at all nervous about his savior boy.

Snape frowned and said, "Mr. Headmaster, are you really going to let Mr. Grindelwald go on like this?"

"Fucking?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

He looked in the direction of the cemetery, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Lucas is testing Voldemort's strength after his return so we can figure out how long it will take for him to return to his prime."

"Of course, Lucas also wanted to injure Voldemort here, to buy more time for the all-out war, or to buy time for your Purification Potion."

"Severus, you were once a Death Eater. You should understand that news of Indemort's return spreads every day."

"His followers will regroup soon, and our Order of the Phoenix alone is not enough to start a frontal war with the Death Eaters."

"As for the saints, decades have passed after all, and they are inferior to the Death Eaters in terms of number and average age of members."

"So even if there are saints to join, our war with the Death Eaters will barely enter a tug of war. This is what Lucas and I don't want to see, so we need more allies."

An explanation from Dumbledore.

Made Snape think a lot.

Lucas may be trying to buy time for the Purifying Potion.

But it was more about buying time for Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy.

If the war is postponed for a year, there will be many more Death Eaters who can instigate a rebellion.

Dumbledore will find many more allies as well.

One ebbs and another.

The later an all-out war starts, the better for their side.

And there's a little more.

Harry Potter and the last Horcrux were not resolved.

They wouldn't be able to completely defeat Voldemort.

No one wanted to see Voldemort return after ten years.

Weipu raised his binoculars and looked at the young man who was fighting with the Dark Lord in the cemetery.

Whether they can get enough preparation time depends on whether the boy below can make Voldemort suffer!

cemetery.

Facing the monstrous fire, the Death Eaters retreated again, and some even retreated to the wall of the cemetery.

Lucas turned his head and looked behind him and said, "Come behind me, you two!"

The two hurried over for their own lives.

"Lucas, the Triwizard Cup is the Portkey, we can escape with it!"

Lucas glanced at the savior classmate.

Of course he knew it was the portkey.

But he couldn't go now, after Voldemort regained his body, his magic power exceeded his and Dumbledore's estimation.

If you let it go, the other party will be able to return to its full glory within a year.

If a war is launched at that time, it will be their side who will suffer.

So Lucas had to stretch Voldemort's muscles and speed up the activation of the potion in his body.

"Escape? That's not my character!"

"Fire shield!"

The blue Fiendflame ignited around the three of them.

Soon the fiendish fire between the two formed a tendency to fight against courtesy.

Voldemort's flat, serpentine face had a scheming expression on it.

"Everyone attack the three of them!"

The Death Eaters drew their wands.

"Awada eats a big melon!" *N

The night sky was dyed green.

In this dazzling light, Voldemort's sharp laughter resounded.

He didn't need to investigate the results, so many people attacked together.

Even he may be recruited, not to mention protecting the two dragged Lucas.

"The Wall of Forbidden Sighs!"

A cold voice came from Lihuo.

A transparent light curtain appeared in front of everyone.

Wait until it's all over.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Lucas behind the light curtain.

He was opening his hands at this time, and in front of him was a light curtain that towered above the sky.

This light curtain seems to have only a thin layer.

But the Killing Curse of dozens of people failed to break it.

Lucas was panting very hard, this type of forbidden spell consumes a lot of mana.

Even he was a little overwhelmed.

"Fortunately, it should be almost there."

"What's the matter?" Cedric asked puzzled.

Lucas didn't answer his question, but looked at Voldemort opposite.

"Voldemort, it seems that your subordinates are not doing well either!"

Seeing the contemptuous and mocking expression on Lucas' face.

Voldemort raised his wand angrily.

A muffled thunder sounded, and lightning quickly streaked across the sky.

Accompanied by Voldemort's roar, a dazzling white light flew from the tip of the wand.

The clouds in the sky were stirred by this white light, and a huge magic pressure descended from the sky.

Voldemort withdrew his wand, then pointed at the Wall of Sighs in front of Lucas.

As the best graduate of Hogwarts welding technology.

It took a full minute for Voldemort's spell to be forced to end.

Why do you say forced?

Voldemort looked at the peeling skin on his arm.

His eyes were full of surprise.

"Wormtail?"

It's a pity that Wormtail was killed by him just now, and now he can't answer the doubts in his heart...

Before long, Voldemort's right arm began to fester.

Followed by his two calves.

"Wormtail, you betrayed me!"

Fortunately, Peter Pettigrew has died, otherwise he would have died of grievances?

Laughing came from the opposite side.

Voldemort looked up, just in time to meet Lucas's disdainful eyes.

"Voldemort, is this your perfect body? It's not good!"

"We don't have time to play with you, goodbye!"

Lucas looked at the two people beside him, who had already stood hand in hand.

Holding Cedric's wrist, Lucas pointed his wand at the Triwizard Cup.

"The trophy is coming!"

With the Tri-Strong Cup in his arms, the distorted feeling came again.

By the time the dizziness was over, the three of Lucas had returned to the Quidditch pitch.

"They are back, the champion is born, and he is Lucas Grindelwald from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Ludo Bagman's voice rang in his ears.

Cheers resounded through the sky.

As soon as Lucas turned around, he saw the three women running towards him.

Looking at the worried eyes of the three.

He came forward with a smile—a hug.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Hearing his voice, smelling his familiar smell.

The worry in the eyes of the three women gradually dissipated.

Before he could have a good talk with the three girls.

Ludo Bagman came to the side and brought him in front of all the audience.

"Mr. Lucas Grindelwald, first of all congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Do you have anything to say?"

Reporters from the five major newspapers pointed their cameras at Lucas, waiting for him to speak.

Lucas usually talks a lot about the scene.

To hear him thank Hogwarts, thank the professor, thank the British Ministry of Magic.

Anyone who is thanked by him will have a happy smile on his face.

Minister Fudge was even more grinning from ear to ear.

Interview the champion.

As usual, it is necessary to interview other players who have not been eliminated.

When Bagman came to Harry's side, the savior classmate held his injured arm and said loudly: "Voldemort is back, just now, he's back!"

He probably did this to remind those present.

Especially reminding 2.4 Fudge as the Minister of Magic.

But the occasion he chose was not very suitable.

The stands became silent.

After a few seconds, it was like a frying pan exploded, and the audience completely boiled.

Fudge looked at Harry Potter with an ugly face.

Everyone accused the savior of nonsense.

No one wants to believe his words.

Even Dumbledore and Snape who had just rushed back from Little Hangleton were stunned on the spot.

Harry looked blankly at the people in the stands.

Before he could react, he was hugged by a strong body and walked towards the castle.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Hearing it was Professor Moody's voice, Harry's tense body relaxed.

"I'm fine, Professor, you must believe me, Voldemort is really back!"

After Harry finished speaking, he realized that he had returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

And Professor Alastor Moody in front of him seemed a bit strange.

The other party looked a little excited and hyper.

Before Harry could figure out what was going on, the fake Moody pushed him hard onto the chair.

"Harry, is the Dark Lord really resurrected?"

Harry nodded hastily: "That's right, Voldemort has been revived, he's back!"