Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 155 Kidnapped Harry (a little late, sorry)

For once Draco didn't listen to his mother and chose to spend his Christmas at home. ╰╮

When Narcissa saw Malfoy at the door of her home, her pale face immediately lost the last bit of color, like a dead face covered with white powder.

"Didn't I tell you to stay at school this Christmas?" Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm and said in a low voice.

"But I already spent Christmas at Hogwarts last year. Since nothing happened at home this year, why can't I go home?" Draco frowned dissatisfied. Narcissa's unreasonable request almost made him I thought I had no family like that guy Harry Pott!

"This year's situation is very special!" It was difficult for Narcissa to explain to Draco that there was a Dark Lord in her family now, and he did not want Draco to have too much contact with "Voldemort".

"I'll take you to your aunt's house now, where Christmas this year will be—"

Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm without refusal, intending to pull him away, but before Draco could resist, Cyrus's voice sounded from behind her.

"Narcissa, I'm going to criticize you now. Christmas is a holiday for family reunions. How can you drive your son away?"

Narcissa's heart suddenly went cold. She turned her head stiffly and saw Cyrus leaning against the door, looking at the mother and son with a half-smile. Narcissa was so frightened that she even forgot how to greet Cyrus.

"That's right, Mom, why do I have to go to someone else's house to spend Christmas?" Draco said immediately, and then he looked at Cyrus again, his two light eyebrows immediately frowned, "You again? who?"

Draco looked at Cyrus with an unfavorable expression for a long time. He felt that the handsome man in front of him looked very familiar. He should know him, but he couldn't remember him.

"Be respectful, Draco!" Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm in fear. She was really afraid that Draco's domineering personality would offend Cyrus and kill them both. She kept searching for a suitable title in her mind, "You should respectfully call him - Hei..."

"What's wrong, Draco, you don't recognize me anymore?" Cyrus interrupted her and asked knowingly, "Didn't you still call me Little Tang when you were at Hogwarts last year?"

Little soup?

Narcissa was stunned. She had not recovered from the name, and her whole body suddenly seemed to be dead.

Draco's erased memory seemed to have begun to recover, and his experience at Hogwarts last year slowly emerged in his mind. Although it was still vague, "Little Soup" appeared in his memory very clearly. middle.

"Xiaotang?! It's you!" His eyes lit up, "I even remembered it!"

He happily passed over Narcissa who seemed to be petrified, came to Cyrus, and patted Cyrus's arm familiarly: "So you are alive?! Of course I have seen it in the newspaper, But I forgot at the time that we knew each other!”

At this moment, Draco has remembered everything that happened last year, because Cyrus took the initiative to remove his modified memory of Draco.

For Draco, it was a good time. Cyrus taught him a lot of alchemy at that time, which benefited him greatly. And Draco also recognized Cyrus as a friend, even though he was just a mixed race...

"I deleted your memory." Cyrus explained simply.

"I knew it! But it's okay, I won't argue with you!" Draco said generously. Every time he said a word, Narcissa's body couldn't help but tremble. Narcissa felt that she was getting closer and closer to death. Close, she wanted to stop Draco, but her body became stiffer and stiffer for some reason.

She felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly and she couldn't breathe at all.

Draco was still outputting.

"By the way, you don't have anywhere to go, right? Why don't you spend Christmas at my house?" Draco enthusiastically invited, "Don't worry, although my father only associates with pure bloods and looks down on mixed bloods, but you are My friend, for my sake, he will not be prejudiced against you!"

"Shut up Draco!"

Narcissa was going crazy. For the first time, she wanted to give her precious son a few hard slaps to let him know that a person should not speak out of his mouth.

She hugged Draco's shoulders forcefully, her stern expression making Draco feel unfamiliar.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?"

"Shut up, you are not allowed to say another word!" She gritted her teeth, and twisted the flesh on Draco's arm with one hand, while grabbing the back of Draco's head, pressing Draco's head towards Seyler Si lowered her head, her face full of pleading, "Sir, Draco doesn't know..."

Her voice was shaking.

"Don't be nervous, Narcissa. I don't blame Draco, but you really should teach him how to be polite." Cyrus really didn't care at all. He was not a "little soup" anyway.

"We will……"

"Very good!" Cyrus nodded with satisfaction. Draco, who was being held down by Narcissa, still looked puzzled, but he was speechless at this moment.

"Also, thank you for your kind invitation, Draco. But I won't stay for Christmas. I have prepared a gift for you and put it in your room." Cyrus said softly, "Tell Lu Xiu Si, everything is going according to plan, if you feel called, just go there and just pretend that you have never been loyal to me."

After saying that, Cyrus left directly.

He is not keen on holidays and does not think today is a special day.

To him, ancient magic was more important. Now that the problem of the soul fragment has been solved, it is time to head to the secret room of the map and start the trial of the four founders.

His figure suddenly disappeared in the wind and snow. In an instant, a golden eagle appeared and disappeared, and finally disappeared into the white wind.

Draco and Narcissa were left alone in the freezing snow.

It was as if all the bones in Narcissa's body had been taken away, and she collapsed on the ground, looking terrified for the rest of her life.

"Mom, why did you stop me just now? Xiaotang is my friend..."

"Snapped!"

Draco's words stopped, and he stared blankly at the mother who loved him the most, his cheeks burning with pain, and a red slap mark left on his pale face.

"You are not allowed to call that name again!" Narcissa stared at him sternly. Only this time, she was not soft-hearted at all. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, "It seems that your father and I did indulge you a little too much in the past. From today on, you must put away all your arrogance..."

In the past, Lucius educated Draco according to the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy, but now, even if Narcissa was not clear about Cyrus, she knew that the Dark Lord no longer seemed to promote the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy. , The ideas of the past are worthless in the face of powerful power. If you still hold on to those old things, the Malfoy family will only perish like carrion.

"What's going on?" Draco also realized something was wrong. He had never seen his mother look so stern. "Who is he?"

Narcissa raised her eyes and slowly opened her bloodless lips:

"he is the one--"

——

"Lord Dark Lord, I have successfully entered Hogwarts!"

Peter Pettigrew thought to himself.

After waiting for so long, on this snowy Christmas Eve, he finally sneaked into Hogwarts.

Fortunately for him, the Weasley brothers, who already knew the castle well, no longer used the Marauder's Map very much. In fact, if Sirius hadn't been able to sign Harry's list for Hogsmeade, they would have given Harry the map.

Therefore, no one discovered this stealth. Although his Animagus form was already known, rats are rats after all, and no one would nervously stare at each rat to see if he was missing something. Only fingers.

Pettigrew crawled along the pipe and around the corner.

He entered Gryffindor's dormitory easily, quickly found Harry's room, and then quietly waited for the opportunity.

Around eight or nine o'clock, he heard two sounds from outside the door.

Harry and Ron are back!

The two of them didn't expect that they might encounter any danger. They took off their smelly shoes and lay down on the bed. In such a cold day, no one of them even asked to take a shower.

Ron started talking about Christmas tomorrow again, and the two of them were now enjoying guessing what kind of gifts Cyrus would leave them.

"Do you think I will receive a flying broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

"Maybe?" Harry didn't know.

"I don't think it's possible. A good broom is too expensive." Ron shook his head. "It would be very satisfying if I could get Krum's postcard. He is my favorite star. What about you, do you want to What do you want?"

Harry didn't know either.

He likes Quidditch very much, but instead of liking the stars, he prefers to play it by himself. As for other things, he has nothing missing now. Without the obstruction of the dementors, he could even use the broom. Of course, if Cyrus could give him the latest rocket crossbow, he would definitely be happy to accept it.

"We'll find out tomorrow, so just go to sleep!" Harry lay down on his back.

After a while, there was no other sound in the room.

After a while, a yellow mouse sneakily poked its head out.

His small eyes rolled around in circles before turning back into a fat wizard with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Peter Pettigrew glanced at the sleeping Harry Ron and showed a cruel expression: "You can't wait for tomorrow's gift, Harry Potter."

He picked up the wand and pointed it at Harry and Ron:

"Collapse!"

Two stun spells were fired to ensure that there would be no accidents. Then, Pettigrew came to Harry's bed and looked at the child who was 78% similar to James, with a little guilt in his eyes.

"Don't blame me, Harry, I had no choice but to take you away, how could I live?!"

He waved his wand again, this time casting Transfiguration.

Harry, who was lying on the bed, was immediately transformed into a smaller mouse by him. He tremblingly held the mouse-turned-Harry in his hands and put it in his pocket. Then he came to Ron's bed, reached out and pulled off a few of Ron's hair, and threw it into a bottle of half-finished potion. After stirring, Pettigrew drank the potion in one gulp!

Soon after, "Ron" left the room.

The twins were still awake at this point. They were playing chess in the common room. When they saw Ron coming out alone, they felt a little strange.

"Ron, where are you going?"

"Where's your twin brother Harry?"

"Harry is sleeping. I can't sleep a little. Let's go for a walk." "Ron" said casually.

The twins clearly didn't care about Ron at all. They didn't think anything was wrong, and even asked because they were curious about why Harry wasn't with him.

The plan went more smoothly than Pettigrew thought. There was almost no one to stop him along the way. The Christmas atmosphere made everyone less vigilant. Everyone was immersed in the joy of the festival, but they did not expect that such a person would secretly take away Harry Potter on this day.

"Ron" got out of the lounge and walked quickly through the castle. Before long, he had rushed out of the castle and arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Apparition is already available here.

He disappeared immediately without any hesitation, leaving only a crisp sound in the wind and snow.

The next moment, Peter Pettigrew appeared in a dilapidated castle.

"Your work efficiency makes me very disappointed, Pettigrew!" Voldemort's short body stood at a high place, looking down at Pettigrew with blood-red eyes, "Where are the people?"

"Here, my master!" Pettigrew immediately took Harry out of his pocket in fear and changed him back to his original appearance. "My master, I dedicate Harry Potter to you!"

Seeing Harry, Voldemort finally showed a satisfied smile.

"This is a nice Christmas gift, Pettigrew. Although you were slow, you didn't disappoint me in the end!"

Voldemort came to Harry excitedly. He wanted to crush Harry's head with his own hands, but he couldn't yet. At this moment, he couldn't touch Harry at all. He had to use Harry's blood to resurrect him first.

However, he has too few helpers now, everything is not ready yet, the potion required for resurrection has not been refined yet, and he also needs a suitable baby's body as a container.

He couldn't use Lanlock's miserable body to perform the resurrection ceremony.

"Let you live for a while, Harry Potter! After I am resurrected, I will kill you with my own hands in front of all the servants!" Bloody killing intent flashed in Voldemort's eyes, "I will kill that person with my own hands. The so-called prophecy is broken! It will make those who thought I was dead feel real fear again! Of course——"

"And you, Cyrus!"

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