Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

"Yes, Lord Voldemort." Lucius said respectfully.

The other Death Eaters on the side looked at Lucius with envy. Not only were his father and Lord Voldemort classmates, but they had also donated so much activity funds to the organization.

I just regret that they don't have these things.

From the main seat, Voldemort looked towards the west, which is the direction of Hogwarts. His eyes were very complicated, filled with doubts, fear and nostalgia.

Recently, he felt like he was having a bad time.

First, Fenrir Greyback was arrested twice, then the Horcruxes he hid in the Room of Requirement suddenly lost contact, and then a bunch of disobedient people under his command went in and tried to get people by themselves.

"Albus, did you notice?"

Voldemort murmured, raising his hand to rub his non-existent eyebrow.

He is not in a good mood.

The people below, especially those in the tail seats, all shrank their heads, like quails, not wanting to get in trouble with Voldemort.

When Voldemort saw these people, he became more and more depressed and angry.

"Crucio!"

He casually threw out a [Cruciatus Curse].

A shrill cry came out, which made everyone feel cold. They felt that Lord Voldemort had become more and more moody in recent years, with the growth rate of his almost god-like magic power.

Listening to the constant begging for mercy, Voldemort boringly withdrew the curse.

He glanced at the person below, with contempt hidden in his eyes.

The unlucky guy burst into tears and kept thanking Voldemort for his forgiveness. He crawled to his seat, picked up the chair, and sat back down again.

The body is still trembling.

For a time, no one knew whether the choice they made was right or wrong.

But, now they are in a difficult position.

He has grown enough to subvert any of their clan's abilities.

Hogsmeade.

The men returned to the banquet, and in a cheerful atmosphere, everyone danced around the bonfire.

The laughter and laughter added a touch of spring to the snow-covered Hogsmeade, adding a touch of tenderness to the cold.

Tonight, Ralph and the others did not go back.

Crowder and the others were accidentally "made" drunk by Aberforth, and were eventually carried to the Three Broomsticks bar by Mimihuhudi.

Ralph, on the other hand, followed everyone away and returned to his home.

In the troll stick throwing competition, Ralph got the best result in the minor group with the fourth stick.

The first wooden stick is quite easy for William and the others, they just need to use a little more force.

The second gear wooden stick is a bit laborious and can be barely lifted, but it is difficult to trot and throw it out.

As for the third wooden stick, it was placed on the ground and could not be lifted up, as if it had taken root.

Now, they finally understood why Ralph was so strong. A person who grew up in such an environment must have considerable strength.

Despite Miss Romestad's delicate appearance, her sword skills are shocking.

Daniel and the others had no doubt that Miss Romestad could kill the three of them holding wands one against three with just one knife.

Lying in the bedroom, Ralph suddenly remembered that he would not go back tonight and seemed to want to write a letter to the teacher.

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I looked at the clock and didn't know if it was still late.

He opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, blowing the hair around his ears. He raised his hand and tapped the void lightly, and a ripple invisible to the human eye flew towards the Owl Post Office.

After releasing the magic, Ralph sat down at the desk wearing pajamas with blue cartoon fortune tellers printed on them.

Pulling out a piece of parchment from under the red ruler, Ralph dipped his yellow-green quill in ink and started writing on the paper.

An owl flapped its wings, passed through the window, and landed on the corner of Ralph's desk.

With a slight glance, Ralph raised his other hand, and a plate of fruits that absorbed all the vines floated in front of the owl.

The owl looked at him sideways and started eating. They usually rarely take orders at night, if not for...

After writing the letter, Ralph gently shook the parchment, dried the ink on it, folded it, and put it into a ready-made envelope.

After dripping wax oil and blowing on it, Ralph placed the envelope next to the owl, took out the postage for this time, and put it into his mail bag.

Seeing this, the owl also accelerated its eating movements, changing from elegant to wild.

After eating, he picked up the envelope, spread his wings, braved the wind and snow, and flew towards Hogwarts.

After watching the messenger leave, Ralph closed the window and returned to bed. The room immediately became dark, and only the night light from the window illuminated the world.

In the sky, strong winds mixed with heavy snow swirled in the air one after another, falling to the ground in fluttering directions.

The strong wind turned into a breeze, and the heavy snow turned into clusters of petals, which were blown into the air, slowly falling and blending with the ground.

The wind remains the same, but the clouds are different.

Outside the Forbidden Forest, the sky was overcast with light rain falling.

Professor Flitwick was checking the warning magic along the way to see if there were any signs of being triggered and which party triggered it.

This is a magic arranged by several of their professors to monitor young wizards entering the Forbidden Forest.

Once the little wizard crosses this range and enters the Forbidden Forest, while triggering the warning magic to leave a mark and sending a message to the teacher on duty, a magic mark will also be planted.

This magic mark can make it easier for the professor to find them, and at the same time, it can also make it easier for the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest to find them and protect their safety.

So far, Professor Flitwick has not received any information that the warning magic has been triggered, nor has he found any signs of magical animals entering Hogwarts.

The sound of flapping wings reached Professor Flitwick's ears from far to near.

Holding a small umbrella, the professor looked into the distance and saw an owl flying towards him in the wind and rain, holding a letter in its mouth.

The professor let go of the umbrella and let it float. He stretched out his arm so that the owl could land on his arm.

"Little guy, I'm really troubling you."

Professor Flitwick took down the letter and cast a [Drying Charm] on the owl, which was enough to last until he flew back.

At the same time, the professor looked vaguely towards a corner in the direction of the castle.

He found that the postage had been paid, so he raised his hand and sent the owl away.

When he opened the letter, the tip of the professor's staff flashed with light, illuminating the letter paper. As he read it, a smile appeared on his face.

It is rare to find such an obedient and talented student.

While he was reading the letter, a transparent entity that blended in with the surrounding environment broke through the warning magic and ran towards the Forbidden Forest.

Hearing the noise coming from the distance, Professor Flitwick laughed and shook his head, 'Do you really think their professor is a fool?'

Unfortunately, before he could sigh, the expression on his face immediately solidified and became full of solemnity.

The alert magic was not triggered!