Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"...In front of everyone, your students recruited Voldemort, but you told me that the Magic Institute had nothing to do with it?" Ms. Maxim's expression seemed to be looking at an idiot, "Do you think I would believe such a thing? "

Mr. Tanaka's expression remained unchanged. No, in fact, he just had a habitual facial paralysis, and now he was already panicking inside.

Why is there a guy among the students in the school who is Voldemort's man!

No, you can’t doubt students!

Mr. Tanaka is serious, this is definitely not the fault of the students, it must be the fault of that damn Voldemort who has no limits!

He seduced my most important student!

Damn bastard!

"I think Mr. Tanaka is a trustworthy partner." Principal Dumbledore broke the deadlock at the right time and asked apologetically, "I'm sorry, Olim, can you help me pull out the knife from behind? I'm a little nervous Out of reach..."

"What?" Ms. Maxim was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a dagger stuck in Principal Dumbledore's back.

The handle of the knife was made of ivory and inlaid with many beautiful gems, but the blade exuded a very uncomfortable smell, which ruined the beauty of the knife.

"This is a cursed sword." Mr. Tanaka said, "Just like the demon sword Murasame..."

"You also said that this matter has nothing to do with your magic!" Ms. Maxim said angrily, "You must know this knife!"

Mr. Tanaka argued, "It's not...I mean, this knife makes people feel very uncomfortable. After pulling it out, you'd better use some exorcism items. Um, I heard that they use it here in Fuguo." Lighted pine branches?”

Professor McGonagall couldn't listen anymore. She took out her handkerchief, wrapped it around the handle of the knife and pulled it out.

There was no blood flowing out. Principal Dumbledore took the knife from Professor McGonagall, created a scabbard, put it away, and then said, "Thank you, Minerva, don't worry about me. In fact, because It's a bit cold today, so as an old man, I put on a little more clothes. Don't worry, this knife didn't hurt me...

"I already believe that this is the arrival of my student himself. It is indeed his style to weaken the enemy." Principal Dumbledore sighed with emotion.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. It was so scary. Dumbledore was their spiritual support! If it was solved like this, everyone would go crazy!

"Gustave!" Professor McGonagall roared angrily at the guy who was still lying on the ground, "You bastard!"

Mr. Gustav, the new headmaster of Durmstrang, is not well. Damn, why is Dumbledore fine!

How could he wear so many clothes!

Doesn't this old guy like to wander around Hogwarts with only one coat?

What’s up with that little vest!

After setting foot on the land of the Fu Kingdom again, if asked what he wanted to say, Mr. Fu said that he just wanted to know, where is the young man bound to his fate?

As a scholar who is determined to embark on the road to immortality, and a wizard who is so afraid of death that he becomes a third-level cripple, Voldemort's dedicated research spirit is worthy of praise.

Yes, even if he got a magic book filled with powerful soul power from a certain former prefect, Mr. Fu's wish was still so simple and boring. He wanted to live, he wanted to live forever!

Can a living soul be called alive?

He needs to have a strong, strong body.

What's more, his current soul and body cannot be called flawless at all. His stomach bleeds every day, and the clothes on his abdomen are dyed so that they get wet and dry, and dry and wet again. No matter how you think about it, it is really too much!

Therefore, Mr. Voldemort looked away from the Grimoire. He now urgently needed to know a way to gain new life.

The unintentional donation of your father’s bones can regenerate your son! The flesh of your servant, given voluntarily, may regenerate your master. The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can resurrect your enemies.

This is text from a strange book, but it is not difficult to understand. Simply put, he needs three things: "the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies" as medicine to stimulate that The power of a potion.

Although it feels a bit unreliable, who is Mr. Voldemort? I will do it if I think of it, but before that...

Let’s defeat the corrupt country first.

"Hoo-ho-ho-" Hermione and Parvati fell to the ground.

Because the two people used the Patronus Charm many times, all their strength was drained from their bodies. Their feet became weak and they didn't want to move.

Parvati fumbled twice, rummaged through her pocket and found two mint candies, and handed them to Hermione, "Would you like one?"

Hermione happened to hand over two large Honeydukes chocolate bars, "Would you like one?"

They both saw the dessert in the other's hand and coughed dryly.

Nibbling on the large chocolate in her hand, Hermione was a little glad that she was a wizard and didn't need to worry about gaining weight...

No, wait.

Maybe you need to worry!

No matter how you think about it, there are a lot of fat people in wizards!

Just like Mrs. Weasley... Uh, no, change it.

Mr. Weasley...emmm...

Mr. Diggory...

Mrs. Diggory…

Well.

Hermione was about to cry but she suddenly realized that among the adult wizards she knew, except for Sirius and Lupin, everyone else was quite fat?

Boom.

No matter how you think about it, it’s all chocolate’s fault!

Swallowing the chocolate in her mouth angrily, Hermione felt that she felt much better.

It is indeed something that can bring happiness to people. Chocolate is so good!

But speaking of it, why do we have to eat chocolate? It seems that bananas are also foods that can make you feel happy, right?

Hermione thought she had discovered a blind spot.

At this moment, Robert rubbed his head, walked over, and sat down next to Hermione, "Why are there so many ghosts...Did Tom Riddle bring all his family property with him?"

"Sure enough, it's Fu... him!" Hermione made a sound, then suppressed her words.

She still remembered that there was magic in Voldemort's name. If he said it casually, he would be sensed and crawl along the network cable to find someone. That would not be good.

It is this way of breaking up sentences that is comparable to that of experts who break up chapters, and it forcefully describes Voldemort in a strange direction...

No, wait a minute, the word "Futa" seems to have come from neon, right?

It seems that Voldemort went to the Neon Kingdom, right?

So it’s not like he’s... incomprehensible to whatever terrible culture he provoked? !

Robert shuddered and looked horrified. He was indeed Voldemort! I almost scared myself to death before I even met him!

He quickly reached into his pocket and took out a large chocolate, tore open the packaging bag and took a bite.

No, no matter what the situation is now, he needs to eat something to calm down his shock.