Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"My dear Cornelius Fudge, I heard that you went around telling others that I was dead?"

Voldemort stepped out of the darkness, and his cold gaze cut on Fudge's body like a knife. Fudge was so frightened that he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this time, Fudge really wanted to slap himself a few times.

At the same time, the tall "Ms. Maxim"'s body was also changing. Now there was no need to disguise herself. Little Barty knew in her heart that her identity was already known to Dumbledore and others. What's more, even the Dark Lord himself has shown up, so why should he be secretive?

"God, You-Know-Who and Death Eaters...Dumbledore..."

The distinguished Minister of Magic seemed like a frightened piglet at this moment, whiningly calling Dumbledore's name.

It’s just that Voldemort didn’t seem to take Dumbledore seriously:

"You should respectfully call me, Lord Dark Lord!"

His eyes swept across the entire auditorium. In an instant, there was a complete commotion here. The little wizards were all scared to death, screaming and not knowing what to do. Many of them were so frightened that they got under the dining table. , as if Voldemort couldn't see them.

McGonagall and the other four deans rushed to the students of their own colleges the moment Voldemort appeared, making vigilant gestures towards the ferocious snake like a female leopard guarding her cubs.

Of course, Voldemort paid them no mind.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore put the Elder Wand against his neck, and let out a loud and soothing sound wave in his throat, which immediately calmed everyone down.

"You're scaring the kids, Tom."

Dumbledore's voice was calm, as if he was not talking to a demon king, but to one of his own students, as loving and gentle as possible.

The usual Voldemort might not have done this, but the current Voldemort seemed to be a little bit like he was when he was in school, pretending to be polite to Dumbledore in front of so many people.

"Call me Voldemort, Professor. You know I don't like that name very much. It's a bit too common." Voldemort looked at Cyrus and smiled, "I'm not the only one who thinks this way, right? Cyrus?”

"But I don't think your new name is that good."

With a few words, he focused on Cyrus again. In other words, a person as powerful as Voldemort can easily gather everyone's attention no matter what he says.

Magic is both violence and public opinion!

It makes people obey!

But the premise is that others don't have the same power.

At this moment, in response to Voldemort's provocation, Cyrus, who was sitting in his seat, just smiled and said the most sarcastic words in the most enthusiastic manner:

"It's really not as perfect as your name."

Cyrus sneered: "Voldemort, stealing death is wonderful, isn't it? Such a name not only shows your nature of being greedy for life and afraid of death, but also vividly depicts the appearance of petty theft."

He stood up and walked across the dining table to Voldemort. His red-gold eyes met Voldemort's cold, snake-like eyes. He was aggressive and looked at Voldemort with sadness on his face.

"Tell me, my defeated general, you are so afraid of death, how can you dare to appear in front of me?"

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

Although they had long heard that Cyrus had defeated the mysterious man, they never saw the battle with their own eyes. At this moment, Cyrus actually used words to ridicule Voldemort in front of so many people, which made them feel both ridiculous and scared.

Voldemort didn't seem to expect that Cyrus would use such an answer to attack him. He didn't know how to respond for a moment, but he was not too angry. After a few seconds, he replied:

"I wish you could be as quiet as your name. You talk a lot more today than you did in the Department of Mysteries. Why, was it Dumbledore who gave you the courage?" Voldemort mocked.

He reversed his disadvantage with just one sentence, which sounded like he was saying - without Dumbledore around, Cyrus wouldn't even dare to say a word.

However, Cyrus was indeed very aggressive today, reminding Voldemort of Harry Potter, who had a tougher mouth than anything else. Even if that kid was on the verge of death, he would still choke him twice.

Speaking of Harry, Voldemort's eyes searched the crowd without leaving any trace.

Soon he found his mark at the Gryffindor table.

Harry noticed his gaze, as if he was worried about something, and immediately avoided his gaze.

Such a simple little action immediately made Voldemort understand. He knew that he had guessed correctly. The ownership of the Elder Wand did belong to this Harry Potter, otherwise he would never dodge given his character.

Voldemort was almost eager to get back what was his!

But just as this thought came to his mind, a strong voice came from behind him:

"You-Know-Who, and the Death Eaters, put down your wands and surrender immediately!"

He turned his head and saw a dozen Aurors holding wands, surrounding him from all corners of the auditorium. The wands in their hands were all ready to go, pointing at Voldemort's heart. The leader Voldemort also knew, Rufus. Scrimgeour, a tough Auror.

"All the Aurors are already on the way, you have nowhere to escape!" Scrimgeour lame one leg, but remained strong.

only……

"escape?"

Voldemort seemed to have heard a funny joke, tilting his head and almost laughed out loud: "It seems that I have been away for so long that you have all forgotten my terror."

He seemed to be about to demonstrate his magic power in person at the next moment, but in fact he didn't. It wasn't worth it for these trash and trash fish.

The ones who really took on the fighting stance were the Death Eaters!

Dozens of Death Eaters gathered around Voldemort drew out their wands at the same time, as solid as a black wall!

During this brief period of time in France, Voldemort had apparently absorbed some fresh black blood for the Death Eaters. Only a small part of these people are original Death Eaters, and more are French wizards.

"Stay away, sir!" Barty Crouch Jr. warned with a sneer. He looked equally handsome, but unfortunately his heart was as evil as the devil.

The two parties reached a stalemate.

At this time, Babajide, the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards, frowned and shouted in this tense atmosphere.

"Voldemort," he walked out of the crowd. There seemed to be a lot of magic power in his old body.

He walked vigorously in front of the Death Eaters and looked directly into Voldemort's eyes through them. This move obviously annoyed the Death Eaters. Some were already preparing to attack, and sparks appeared from the front of the wand. However, Voldemort just waved his arm slightly, causing the wand to misfire.

"Don't get excited, friends, remember, we should respect the old and care for the young." Voldemort seemed to have forgotten that he was actually quite old.

At his signal, Babajide was given the opportunity to speak.

The righteous old wizard immediately asked with concern: "I want to know how Ms. Maxim is doing now?"

As the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards, Babajid is more concerned about international affairs. Now that little Barty has taken off his disguise in public, it obviously gave him a bad premonition.

I'm afraid not only Maxim, but even the French magic world is in danger.

And it turned out to be exactly what he feared.

"Ah, we will remember the contribution that the beautiful Madame Maxime has made for us." Voldemort said with a sneer.

At the same time, the students from Beauxbatons were completely surrounded by fear. Who would have thought that Ms. Maxime during this time was actually pretended by others. If the Death Eaters were to kill them, none of them would survive.

After dismissing Babajide, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Scrimgeour again.

"How about we put down our wands, Head of the Auror Office? I remember my dad said you were a kind person." He said nonsensically, "Or are you planning to declare war on behalf of the British wizarding community with the French Ministry of Magic?"

Controlling the power of a country is also the capital that Voldemort dares to appear.

He knew that Dumbledore would definitely throw his weight behind the wall. Compared to large-scale war, Dumbledore would rather solve the problem through a competition.

"Okay, Rufus, let the Aurors stand down." Dumbledore waved.

He is more like the Minister of Magic at this moment. As for Fudge, he has long been unable to say a word.

From the moment Voldemort appeared, the lard all over Fudge's body came out as if it had entered a frying pan. At this moment, he looked like he had lost several pounds due to fear, and his whole body was smaller. , huddled in the corner.

At least Scrimgeour had not dared to disobey Dumbledore yet, but he only gave a signal to the Aurors present, asking them to take a few steps back, but no one put away their wands.

——Even if Scrimgeour ordered this, I believe that no Auror would actually put away his wand foolishly.

"Voldemort, since you are here, come and sit." Dumbledore waved to him. He conjured a chair next to his seat and invited Voldemort to sit down. He was as enthusiastic as a man who saw an outstanding graduate come back to visit. The old principal of his alma mater.

So the dinner ended with Voldemort's participation.

The dinner time is actually very short, but it is extremely long for everyone.

Everyone felt like they were sitting on a chair covered with spikes. Every time they stayed in the auditorium for a second, their whole body was suffering.

During this period, Harry kept his head down, covering the scar on his head.

At night, under the escort of McGonagall, Harry returned to Gryffindor's dormitory safely. He thought he was safe when he returned to his dormitory, but no one noticed an ash snake disappearing into the flames in the burning fireplace.

Ron and others sat beside him with concern.

"Are you OK?"

"The scar has been hurting from the moment he appeared." Harry said sweating. "I dare say he must have some plan."

"Do you think this is coming for you?" Hermione asked, "But this is unlikely. Both Cyrus and Dumbledore will be prepared. There is no way they will let Voldemort take you away at Hogwarts."

"In fact, I was taken away not once or twice at Hogwarts."

Harry complained, but that wasn't actually what he cared about.

It doesn't actually matter whether Voldemort will take action against him, because he was originally going to confront Voldemort in the third event.

"I'm just worried that Voldemort has other plans."

But he seemed a little worried.

In fact, until the end of the semester, Harry did not encounter any danger, as if Voldemort was not directed at him from the beginning.

"Actually, he may not care about you anymore." Ron said, "Don't be angry when I say this. After all, you are not important at all compared to Cyrus."

"That's a good thing." Harry smiled reluctantly and nodded.

The closer the time came to the game, the heavier Harry's heart became.

Because he is getting closer and closer to death.

But what makes Harry even more sad is that during the last summer vacation of his life - or half of it - Dumbledore actually asked him to return to Privet Drive and live with the worst people in the world. !

"I want to live with Sirius!" Harry was angry at Cyrus and Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

This was also the first time he felt angry with Cyrus, even more than when he thought Cyrus wanted him to die.

"No, you have to go back to Privet Drive. Remember, I said last year that you have to live with the Dursleys for at least a month. The spell left by your mother will protect you." Dumbledore said without refusal. .

"The spell has worn off and he could have touched me a long time ago!" Harry shouted angrily.

When Voldemort was resurrected for the first time, he also used Harry's blood, this time breaking the ancient magic. But this time Voldemort was resurrected without using his father's bones, let alone the blood of his enemies, and he could also touch Harry.

"Privet Drive is safer, Harry," Dumbledore said seriously.

In other words, it can be said that Sirius is too dangerous.

He was not a peaceful guy. During this month of summer vacation, Dumbledore didn't think he would stay at 12 Grimmauld Place with Harry and not go anywhere.

"I'm going to die soon, can't I still be allowed to enjoy the last days of my life?"

Harry's anger and sadness were not without reason.

He thought he was going to die. Who would want to spend the rest of his life in pain?

"But we have to make sure nothing goes wrong, Harry," said Cyrus. "Remember what we told you about the Elder Wand?"

"If you want to defeat Voldemort, it must be you, but the gap in magical power between you is too big. As long as the Elder Wand can help you. Dumbledore and I will consume Voldemort's power in the third project, and it will be up to you. Give him the final blow.

"And during this period, Voldemort has been monitoring you. His spies are everywhere. Only the Dursleys are safe."

Sellers emphasized.

"Well, in that case, forget it!" Harry obviously realized that he had no ability to change Cyrus and Dumbledore's decision, so he left the principal's office angrily.

He accepted his fate, but still felt it was unfair.

But no one knew that after Harry left, another person walked in.

——Severus Snape.

Cyrus laughed and looked at Snape with unprecedented pride:

"The planning can begin, Severus."