Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Harry felt as if he had turned into a snake, walking through the twisting and damp cave.

In the narrow field of vision, a shadowy wizard stood. Not far away, another wizard with pale skin and a face full of fear slumped on the ground, looking at the shadowy wizard in fear.

"I will do it, Crouch, I will -" the wizard's voice was almost pleading.

"Of course you will, Karkaroff, or you will die!" the wizard known as Crouch said coldly. For some reason, Harry always felt that he looked familiar, like someone he had known for a long time. acquaintance.

But Harry was pretty sure he had never seen the face or heard the name.

While Harry was thinking, the little Barty in the picture suddenly swung his wand downwards and stabbed Karkaroff's heart from a distance: "Heart-breaking!"

Karkaroff rolled on the ground in pain, his clothes wet with sweat.

Harry felt very uncomfortable when he saw it. The pain of being tortured by Voldemort at Rookwood Castle seemed to have returned! His whole body felt as painful as if someone had cut his flesh with a hot knife!

But then, Harry heard news that made him forget the pain.

"Are you reporting me?" Barty Jr. looked coldly, "Are you saying that I used the Cruciatus Curse to torture Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom?"

Longbottom?

He immediately thought of his roommate with a fat, round face, Neville Longbottom. Harry suddenly remembered that he had never heard Neville talk about his parents.

Barty Jr. kept casting the Cruciatus Curse on Karkaroff with great resentment, because he did not actually torture the Longbottoms with his own hands. Karkaroff made Barty Jr. suffer injustice in order to reduce his sentence.

Of course, for a person like him, it would not be unjust to be sent to prison even if this incident had not happened.

Little Barty cast several spells in succession, and Karkaroff looked as if he was dead. His face turned pale, his eyes rolled, white foam was spitting out of his mouth, and his whole body twitched.

At this time, a voice that was very familiar to Harry sounded, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Okay, Barty, if we torture him to death, our plan will not be completed."

It was another wizard that Harry had never seen before, but no matter what, Harry could at least be sure that they must be planning some conspiracy. He wanted to hear it more clearly, but the wizard who appeared at the end suddenly seemed to have telepathy. When he turned around, his snake-like eyes looked at Harry through the dream!

"Harry Potter!"

Harry felt as if the scar on his forehead had been split open with an axe——

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up in the darkness, gasping for air.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron heard his movements and sat up in a daze, "Have you had another nightmare?"

"Yes. I dreamed of one person torturing another person in the cave." Harry covered the scar on his head. At this time, the other three people in the dormitory also woke up.

"How many times has this happened? I think you'd better find a chance to talk to him." Ron suggested. He didn't say it clearly, but Harry understood that Ron was referring to Cyrus. However, Harry felt bad about always causing trouble for Cyrus.

"I think it's just a dream." Dean came from the Muggle world. Although he is now a wizard, he still doesn't pay attention to the blabbering things. "Go to bed early Harry, don't forget there is still tomorrow." Potions class."

In fact, it is easy to verify whether it is a dream or not.

Harry looked at Neville who still didn't understand the situation - except for prophets, a person almost never dreams of things he doesn't know. Even the strangers in the dream are actually mostly the ones you see. Passersby who passed by but didn’t remember their faces.

He knew nothing about Neville's parents, and he could tell if it was a dream just by asking.

But Harry couldn't speak.

Neville never mentioned his parents, and if that dream was true, it would be a disservice to Neville.

"I'm fine, just keep sleeping." He lay back down again, but couldn't fall asleep.

Maybe Ron was right, he had better tell these things, whether it was to Mr. Sellers or Principal Dumbledore, it would be a good choice.

only--

‘Will they think I’m making a fuss out of a molehill? ’ Harry was worried.

Because I was afraid of this and that after having a dream, would Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Sellers think that I was weak? Maybe, you can talk to someone else first?

Harry first thought of Sirius, but Sirius would only come to Hogwarts to take classes at the end of the month, and Harry couldn't see him the rest of the time.

Then he thought of Lupin.

The only difference between Lupine and Sirius was that they were godfathers, and Harry felt very close to him.

He thought about it all night, and when he went to class the next day, with thick dark circles under his eyes, he was still thinking about the dream. He even remembered all the details of the dream, so clearly that it didn't even look like a dream.

Ron told Hermione and Ginny about this in the morning. Hermione and Ginny unanimously proposed to tell Cyrus about this, and even Ginny had already started writing in her diary. But Harry stopped her anyway.

"It was just a dream." This was what Harry said the most all morning.

Now, after experiencing the torture of a Potions class, the three of them had forgotten about it. The fatigue of not sleeping all night immediately wrapped around Harry like a python.

His steps were sloppy, his eyelids were heavy, and he was drowsy.

When he reached the corner of the corridor, he bumped into another person, and the textbooks he was holding were scattered on the floor.

"Feel sorry--"

"Don't worry." The man said softly, and with a wave of his wand, the scattered books jumped back into Harry's arms one by one.

"Professor Lupine?"

"I see that you seem to be absent-minded, Harry, and the dark circles under your eyes are heavy. What's the matter?" Lupine asked seductively, his eyes twinkling.

Harry shook his head and said as if he didn't care at all: "It's nothing, I just had nightmares for several days."

"Nightmare? Is it the same every day?"

Lupine's face was full of worry and his serious expression made Harry feel a little scary.

He thought for a while and said truthfully: "No, sometimes I dream about snakes, sometimes I dream about a baby, and yesterday I dreamed about a wizard named Crouch and a wizard named Karkaroff. The same thing is, Every night I wake up and the scar hurts so much!”

After saying that, Harry's green eyes tentatively looked at Lupine through his glasses, and the other person's face was indeed serious. And it had a meaning that Harry couldn't describe.

"This is no small thing, Harry." Lupine said, "The snake is a symbol of Slytherin and a symbol of You-Know-Who, and the wizard named Karkaroff was once a Death Eater!"

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"Not just him, Crouch too." Harry said quickly.

"Crouch?" Lupine showed a confused expression at the right time, "Then you must be mistaken. I only know one Crouch. He was once the Minister of Magical Enforcement. He would never tolerate Death Eaters, even His own sons were sent to Azkaban by him."

Lupine didn't show any emotion when he said this.

"His son?" Harry compared the age of the person in yesterday's dream and thought that the person Lupine was talking about was not the same person he dreamed about.

"Anyway, I think you'd better go to my office and take a rest. How about you? You can have a cup of tea or coffee, otherwise I don't think you have much energy to attend the afternoon class."

"Thank you." Harry accepted happily. In fact, he had no other classes in the afternoon and could go back and catch up on his sleep. But he was afraid of returning to the same dream.

Besides, he really needs someone to talk to, and in his opinion, the gentle Lupine is the best person to listen to. Tell others that Harry is always worried that others will think he is making a fuss and that he is afraid of disappointing people.

Only Lupine, he never laughed at anyone.

The two came to Lupine's office together. For some reason, Harry felt that the place felt much colder and darker than when he came last semester.

Lupine handed him a cup of hot coffee and sat on the chair, unable to see his face.

Harry picked up the coffee and took a sip. Just as he was about to say something, an old box next to Lupine moved suddenly and made a muffled sound, as if something was hitting the box and trying to break free from the cage. . Harry was startled.

"Don't mind Harry." Lupine stretched out his hand to hold down the box and cast a spell across the box. The things inside immediately stopped moving. "There is something dangerous in it, so you'd better not look at it."

He quietly pushed the box back until it was out of Harry's sight.

"Fantastic beast? It can't be a werewolf, right?" Harry said jokingly. As the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the past three years, Lupine often leads them to solve some magical animals, such as Boggart, Grindigo, etc.

In fact, some of the content is indeed relatively basic, but it is also making up for the knowledge they lost in the previous two years.

"Maybe you guessed it right." Lu Ping responded with a smile, without any intention of opening the box, "Okay, let's talk about you. Your scar was left by a mysterious person. If it hurts, it must be Something is going to happen, has it hurt before?”

Harry thought for a moment and immediately replied: "Voldemort in first year - sorry,"

He said the name as usual, but Lupine narrowed his pupils and trembled. Harry thought Lupine was also afraid of that name, so he apologized quickly.

"Don't worry, Harry, I think you did the right thing. It's just a name and we shouldn't be so afraid of it." Lupine said softly, "You are brave, braver than most people!"

Harry seemed happy to receive praise and recognition. He continued,

"In the first year, Voldemort possessed the back of Qiluo's head. Whenever he looked at me with the back of his head, the scar would hurt. In the second year," Harry paused slightly, "it was Mr. Sellers who controlled the snake. Weird times.”

"There is a relationship between Cyrus and the mysterious man, right?" Lupine said. "It seems that the scar is always related to Voldemort. I think maybe he is planning something. This matter must be taken seriously. "

Lupine paced around the office seriously, as if thinking about what to do.

"Well, this weekend, you come to me. I think we can try to deal with the scar first. If I can't solve it, then it's best to tell Dumbledore or Cyrus about it. I remember he is Your friends.”

"Okay!" Harry nodded vigorously.

The proposal Lupine gave was a good solution for him.

Just like that, Harry left, leaving Lupine, or Barty Jr., alone in the office.

"As the master said, Harry saw what happened last night." He looked gloomy, as if thinking about something, but soon, Barty Jr. put aside his personal doubts and took out a Small object, point your wand at it.

"Mentos."

The small object immediately emitted a faint blue light, and its body trembled, like a hovering coin.

After a moment, the thing went quiet.

——

Voldemort has returned from France.

Although he really wants to turn France into his base, now that his resurrection is imminent, France is not in a hurry.

At least resurrect first and then gain the power of ancient magic!

At this moment, he had abandoned Old Batty's body and returned to the body of a baby.

Karkaroff was holding this terrifying baby with a snake face. Who would have thought that this helpless little thing was the famous Dark Lord?

He only had to stretch out his hand to strangle Voldemort to death.

But he didn't dare. Little Barty cast a Loyalty Curse on him. Once Karkaroff had any bad thoughts, he would be greeted by death. If he honestly sacrificed his flesh and blood for the Dark Lord, he might still have a chance to survive.

"Don't worry Karkaroff, I will remember your help to me." Voldemort said weakly.

But Karkaroff disagreed.

Voldemort's credibility is almost equal to that of the Holy Lord.

"Remember, when little Barty comes back with Harry, put the necklace into the crucible with me." Voldemort reminded.

Originally, he did not plan to melt the soul in his Horcrux back into his body, because Slytherin's pendant was probably his last insurance.

But what happened last night gave him a guess. Harry Potter was probably one of his Horcruxes, which he accidentally created after killing Lily. This was good news, which meant that as long as Harry didn't die, , then he will be invincible.

After he kills Dumbledore, he can split another Horcrux and kill Harry.

Although the order has been changed, it is innocuous.

The failure twelve years ago made Voldemort understand that Harry Potter was actually nothing special. What he lost to was not Harry or even Lily, but the power of ancient magic.

From this perspective, there is nothing special about Harry except that he can resurrect him.

He looked at the boiling cauldron, his heart surging.

"I will come back stronger!"