Hogwarts: Where the Pokémon Are

The sunshine in the Little Hangleton Cemetery was bright, and the hot weather made the pale Karkaroff seem a little uncomfortable. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he walked quickly to the front of a tombstone. There is a dazzling name engraved on the tombstone.

——Tom Riddle.

However, this was not Voldemort himself, but his Muggle father.

To be honest, until today, Karkaroff never dared to imagine that Lord Voldemort, who led the pure-blood wizards to massacre Muggles, was actually a hybrid.

This is really ridiculous and ridiculous. They pursue the supremacy of pure blood, but in the end they follow in the footsteps of a mixed-blood wizard. However, as soon as this idea came up, Karkaroff suppressed it.

Pureblood supremacy?

Never!

In the magic world, only strength comes first!

"Hurry up! Take out the crucible! I need a baby as a container!" Voldemort, possessed by the Rune Snake Supreme, can't wait. He is about to regain his body and experience the beauty of this world again.

Those traitors who thought they were dead should wait until they are resurrected to see their horrified expressions.

Of course, he never forgives betrayal!

"As you command, my master!"

Karkaroff quickly set up the crucible. The size of the crucible looked more like an animal than a potion.

Under Karkaroff's modulation, the potion in the crucible quickly turned into a diamond-like color, and the surface of the potion was as solid as a mirror.

"Where's the baby?"

"Where is the baby?" Seeing this, Voldemort became even more urgent, "I don't want to be resurrected with the body of a snake!"

"Already on the way, Master!" Just as Karkaroff finished his words, he heard a "pop" sound not far away, like a whip hitting the air hard.

A middle-aged man with dull eyes, wearing Durmstrang's wizard robe, walked over quickly with a baby in his hands.

"Hurry up, get him!" Voldemort was looking forward to seeing him.

This was a child from a wizarding family. With Voldemort's arrogance, he didn't even intend to use the life of a Muggle baby to resurrect him.

"Ah, I've waited too long!"

He couldn't wait to break away from the rune snake, and got into the baby's nostrils like a ball of black air. Then the baby immediately became ugly.

His facial features were beyond recognition, and his originally fair body was covered with black scales.

"Hurry, put me in!"

Karkaroff suddenly felt fear at this time, but it was impossible to stop now.

He tremblingly put the baby's body into the crucible, raised the wand tremblingly, and closed his eyes: "The father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

The tomb at Karkaroff's feet cracked open, and a wisp of black dust floated out from the tomb, falling gently into the crucible. The diamond-like surface burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a vivid blue.

But soon, the potion in the crucible changed again. The bright blue center suddenly twisted and turned into something like a green flame.

Voldemort, who had been submerged in the potion, immediately noticed something was wrong, but he was completely submerged in the hot potion and could not make a sound, and as a baby's body, he could not break free from it.

Only the originally calm potion was now bubbling violently like boiling magma water.

Karkaroff didn't notice anything. He pointed his wand at his left hand, and the magic power immediately pierced his arm and wrist like a knife. His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "Servant——" Meat - given voluntarily - can bring about the rebirth of - your master."

"ah--"

The shrill screams pierced the sky across the cemetery, but no one in Little Hangleton noticed.

Karkaroff plopped the severed arm into the crucible. The dark green potion immediately turned fiery red, giving off a strong light as if it was burning!

But after burning, it took on a deathly gray color, like the ashes left after burning vegetation.

"The blood of your enemies... forced to be sacrificed... can bring your enemies... back to life."

Karkaroff endured the pain, sweat fell from his face in large drops, and his lips became very pale due to excessive blood loss. He looked as if he was about to faint!

He staggered over to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it. Karkaroff completed his task and knelt down next to the crucible. His body tilted and he collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding broken arm and gasping for breath.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a dazzling white and then turned into a deep purple-black, and it was boiling continuously. Diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into black velvet. s color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A stream of white steam rose up from the crucible, and then, through the white mist in front of him, Karkaroff saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

No, he is paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two thin slits for his nostrils...

It was Voldemort.

The only surprising thing is that Voldemort actually has a scar on his head at this time. It makes him look like a dark version of Harry Potter.

Karkaroff couldn't help but wonder if the night he tried to kill Harry Potter left him with the same scar.

Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff immediately responded with a flattering smile. He thought that although he had betrayed Voldemort, at least now he had helped Voldemort regain his body, which was considered a great achievement, and he might be able to get a little reward from Voldemort.

"Owner--"

However, what greeted him was Voldemort's anger!

This terrifying man didn't even have time to put on his robe before he stepped hard on Karkaroff's head. The huge force knocked Karkaroff's head to a bloody head.

"伱——" Voldemort's sharp voice was like a knife cutting on the glass, just hearing it made people tremble.

"Tell me Karkaroff - what did you put in my potion? Do you want me to die?"

Voldemort didn't even have a wand in his hand, but Karkaroff didn't dare to resist at all and lowered his head in a humble manner. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and his voice was very weak due to constant sobbing.

"I-Master-I didn't-how dare I-"

"You said no?" Voldemort seemed to be greatly insulted. He opened his palm, and the wand in Karkaroff's hand flew up to his hand uncontrollably.

After holding the wand for more than ten years, Voldemort felt even more excited.

This long-awaited sense of power made him want to destroy something, and right now, there happened to be a living target!

"You betrayed me, Karkaroff."

"I, I have no master..." Karkaroff covered his arms, tears falling down like a dam.

But Voldemort didn't listen to his explanation at all.

"You let me down, Karkaroff. I thought you would be a loyal slave. But you - you want to kill me!"

"I didn't, Master, I didn't..."

"Vicious-hearted! But you should be happy, I am very merciful!" Voldemort sneered, and the tip of the wand he handed over glowed green.

Killing Karkaroff with Karkaroff's wand is indeed an interesting thing.

In the past, he had always heard people say that the wand chose the wizard, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

"I really didn't harm you - forgive me, please -"

"If you really didn't do anything, why are you begging for my forgiveness?"

Karkaroff:? ? ?

"Avada Kendawa—"

The powerful death curse suddenly struck like thunder and lightning!

In an instant, Karkaroff felt that his vision had been filled with green light, and his heart suddenly felt as cold as death.

However, Voldemort saw that his big melon was about to fall on the European server. The next moment, another red light suddenly struck, cutting off the death curse. After the powerful magic power collided, this one was immediately destroyed. The death curse flew away.

"who?"

His attack was intercepted, and Voldemort immediately raised his bald head and looked angrily and warily towards the direction from which the curse came.

On the one hand, he was annoyed that someone dared to split his melon, and on the other hand, he was worried that the person who split the melon was named Dumbledore Huaqiang.

If this is really the case, then he may not be able to save his life today. He will finally be resurrected, but something may happen again.

However, slowly walking out from the edge of the cemetery was a young figure.

Of course Voldemort knew this man. He even fought with him last year when he was still possessing Quirrell! Moreover, when snatching the magic stone, he also blocked his own death curse.

"Charlene Gold?"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the person who comes is not Dumbledore, Charlene Gold does have talent, but now that he has regained his strength, he is not afraid.

"It seems that you tampered with the potion?" Voldemort lifted the soles of his black feet from Karkaroff's head and looked at Xia Lin arrogantly with his nose, "I was almost wronged. My loyal servant."

"Do you think your little tricks can prevent me from being resurrected?" He slowly walked towards Xia Lin, his tone brisk and full of contempt, "Xia Lin Gold, I remember we were at Hogwart We discussed the power of black magic when we were young, and you are quite talented——"

"Now, if you lean down, kiss the top of my feet, and swear to follow in my footsteps, I will show you my mercy."

His tone sounded like a gift, but his eyes were extremely cruel.

kindness?

The greatest mercy from me, Voldemort, is to give you a painless death!

If Voldemort could forgive Xia Lin for tampering with the potion that resurrected him, then he would no longer be called Voldemort.

But Xia Lin was unmoved. Instead, he tilted his head and watched with interest as Karkaroff ran away shivering with his tail between his legs like a beaten stray dog.

And he didn't dare to run too far, for fear that Voldemort would think him a useless waste.

"You dare to ignore me?" Voldemort didn't get a response from Xia Lin, and he felt humiliated. He was so angry that he felt that everything happening before him was so ridiculous.

How dare anyone in this world dare to ignore the most terrifying Dark Lord?

"Not even Dumbledore dared to ignore me! But you-"

His two snake-like nostrils seemed to be spitting out fierce fire.

"Sorry -" Hearing Voldemort's angry voice, Xia Lin focused on him, and he was full of apologies, "I didn't mean to ignore you Mr. Voldemort, I was just giving you time."

"What?"

"Obviously -" Xia Lin's eyes lightly swept over Voldemort's body, and immediately moved away as if he saw something dirty, "Now is a civilized society, Mr. Voldemort, you are a bit - affecting the appearance of the city. . I think you could use some clothing to distinguish you from those wild little animals on the roadside, don’t you think?”

Now, how could Voldemort not know that Xia Lin was playing tricks on him? He was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling, but before he had time to say anything, he heard Xia Lin continue to say:

"Also, I have to say, you just said 'not even Dumbledore dared to ignore you', which sounds like 'not even my father has ever beaten me', what do you think?" Xia Lin's gaze was menacing, but there was a smile on his face and no hostility at all.

It was precisely this that made Voldemort even angrier.

However, at least he conjured a black robe for himself first, and finally did not continue to expose his body that looked like it had been roasted by charcoal fire.

Those who knew him thought he had been half-dead for more than ten years, and those who didn't know thought he had gone to dig coal!

"very good!"

"Charlene Gold, you remind me of the past." Voldemort suppressed his anger and seemed to be somewhat magnanimous.

"The time before? When you seduced the rich woman?" Xia Lin looked him up and down, then shook her head randomly, "You can only rely on your memories now. To be honest, I heard Dumbledore say that you were very handsome before. Thinking that it has turned out like this now. Xiaotang, where is your nose?"

"But at least you've solved the problem of most British men becoming Mediterranean in middle age, because you just went bald."

Voldemort:...

"You may think you are very humorous, but when I was not so famous, there were people who respected me so much! Later, they all died!"

Voldemort gently held Karkaroff's wand between his index and middle fingers, and he was like a music conductor, moving gracefully in front of him.

However, the next moment, the battle started without warning!

Voldemort flicked his wrist, raised his wand immediately, and a curse flew out like an arrow!

"Avada Kendawa—"