Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Little Hangleton at night.

Little Hangleton, a long time ago, was a gathering place for wizards. It was once very lively and prosperous.

Because he is a descendant of Sarah Chaslytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, where the Gaunt family lives.

The Gaunt family used to be very wealthy and prominent, and they were particularly particular about luxury and extravagance.

Naturally, a gathering place for wizards formed around it.

However, with the passage of history and many events, the Gaunt family gradually declined and even came close to extinction.

Therefore, Little Hangleton now looks very deserted.

Most of the houses are very simple, some even have no windows, and the doors are shabby.

Just one look at the thief will make him want to cry.

What makes people feel even more desolate is that there are hardly many young people here, only the elderly and children, and not even many elderly people.

Maybe, young people have moved into the city to work.

In the dark night, the entire Little Hangleton was pitch black except for the occasional dim candlelight.

Coupled with the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the sparse chirping of cicadas, and unknown calls, it seemed even more eerie.

At this moment, in the dark night, a figure with a wretched face and a short and fat figure walked cautiously towards the depths of Little Hangleton.

The body is slightly stooped, and the hands are still on the chest, holding a dark wooden basket among the magnolias. There is a baby who is gray all over, with wrinkled skin and an ugly face.

"Master, we have arrived at the place you mentioned, what should I do next?" Peter Pettigrew stood in front of a barren grassland and asked in a low voice.

Well, the tone was cautious, mixed with fear.

At this moment, in the blue wood, attached to the baby's body and not yet fully resurrected, Voldemort opened his eyes.

Then, under the respectful gaze of Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort controlled the baby's body to float slowly.

He glanced at Peter Pettigrew indifferently, and then set his gaze on the barren grass, with a trace of urgency flashing in his eyes.

hiss! hiss! hiss! (Gaunt appears)

Peter Pettigrew heard a hoarse, gloomy, strange and evil voice, which made him, who was originally timid, tremble all over.

It's the Dark Lord's talent - Parseltongue!

Then, as the Parseltongue voice disappeared, the air above the barren grassland in front of him was like water, making waves.

Soon, under the gaze of Peter Pettigrew, a slightly eerie black manor appeared.

This is where the Gunter family comes to their old home.

"Go in!" the baby version of Voldemort said briefly, then returned to the wooden blue.

He is in poor condition right now and needs to conserve his energy. I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to command this waste later.

In order to protect the Horcrux, he had left many traps and curses in the old house.

Now, it has become an obstacle.

When Peter Pettigrew heard this, he immediately held the wooden blue obediently and walked towards the old house.

"Slow down and take the path on the left, twice as slow as usual. Faster speeds can easily trigger traps."

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"Jump up directly, don't step on the stone steps, be careful of the curse."

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"Don't push the door, stay away, cast a spell, activate the trap, disappear and then go in."

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After Peter entered the manor, every few steps he took, Voldemort's reminder sounded in his ears.

Every reminder added fear to his weak heart.

Curses, traps, and the breath of death coming from time to time.

It made him panic in his heart, but his body was like a stiff piece of wood, and he didn't dare to move at all. Whatever his master said, he did whatever he did.

Afraid of death due to one's own fault.

Finally, he successfully entered a room deep in the old house.

After being reminded by his master and successfully avoiding several fatal traps, Peter Pettigrew finally reached his destination.

On a slightly decayed mahogany table, there is a half-open treasure box, and in the box, there is a ring inlaid with black stones.

This is the ancestral ring of the Gaunt family, and what is inlaid on it is the Deathly Hallows - the Resurrection Stone.

When Peter Pettigrew laid his eyes on the ring, almost instantly, all his attention seemed to be swallowed up by the ring.

His eyes were full of fanatical obsession, and he reached forward to grab the ring.

"idiot!"

An angry curse entered Peter's ears.

At the same time, the Death Eater mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm began to glow green, as if soul-shattering pain poured into his heart.

The whole person collapsed on the ground, his body kept twisting, and his mouth kept wailing.

"Ahhh."

The extreme pain awakened Peter Pettigrew, freeing him from the temptation of the death curse on the Resurrection Stone.

You know, Dumbledore was hurt by this curse.

After seeing that Peter was free from the temptation of the curse, Voldemort did not continue to activate the Death Eater mark.

However, after Peter Pettigrew had recovered, he was still covered in painful cold sweat, and some wet sweat stains were left on the floor.

At this moment, Voldemort didn't care about Peter Pettigrew.

Instead, it floated in the air and slowly flew towards the ring.

The curse was placed by him, so he naturally knew its power and knew how to break it and avoid it.

Soon, the baby version of Voldemort was seen floating in the air, with a black mist exuding a dark aura floating all over his body.

The black mist began to gather and flew towards the ring.

Soon, the ring was wrapped and floating in front of Voldemort.

At the same time, Voldemort began to use his talent - Parseltongue.

As Parseltongue is well-known in the wizarding world, it naturally has its own special features.

In addition to being able to control snake-like creatures with commands, every word spoken in Parseltongue is accompanied by magical power.

Words alone can cast a certain amount of magic.

Of course, this requires skill.

hiss! hiss! hiss! (Curse. Open and disappear.)

As the strange tone of Parseltongue sounded in the empty and dark old house.

The black mist in front of Voldemort began to roll, and seemed to have some effect on the wrapped Resurrection Stone.

And the rolling amplitude became larger and larger, and there was even a slight crackling sound coming from it.

However, everything was wrapped in black mist, and the power of the curse was limited.

After a while, the rolling range of the black mist gradually narrowed.

A trace of relief and relaxation flashed across the wrinkled face of the baby Voldemort opposite.

Soon, the black fog dissipated, and the resurrection stone ring, which had been lifted from the curse, was on Voldemort's baby hand.

Feel the cool and nourishing soul energy constantly coming from the ring.

Voldemort shuddered comfortably and absorbed it with all his strength to make up for the previous loss.

The Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows.

In addition to allowing the living to see the phantom of the dead soul, it also has a nourishing effect on the soul.

Especially magic in the soul has a very good amplifying effect.

Such as the death curse!

Voldemort, who was making up for his losses, seemed to have thought of something.

He turned around and glanced at Peter Pettigrew who had already stood up, and said coldly: "Go outside and wait for Barty Crouch Jr."

Immediately afterwards, continue to use the resurrection stone to restore your soul loss.

After Peter Pettigrew heard what his master said, he responded loudly, then turned around and left cautiously.

Being around the owner is too much psychological pressure.

Just like a rabbit standing next to a tiger, even if it is a seriously injured tiger, it will still be frightened and afraid.

Voldemort, on the other hand, had no time to care about Peter Pettigrew.

For him, the current situation is very unfavorable.

There is no need to talk about Dumbledore and the like, we are old friends. There is danger, but it is not that big.

The most troublesome thing is

The other one is resurrected!

That's right, when the other party's resurrection ceremony started, he clearly sensed the division of the soul.

Follow the original rules for casting Horcruxes.

No matter which Horcrux he is resurrected through, he will gather the memories and magic power in the dark and become the main body again.

The rest of the Horcruxes will fall into slumber, acting as agents of resurrection as before.

In other words, whichever soul fragment in the Horcrux is resurrected will be the complete version of him.

But it's different now. One of the soul fragments forcibly severed the connection with the main body through some unknown method.

Therefore, after the other party was resurrected, the remaining Horcruxes did not fall into slumber according to the original plan.

On the contrary, because the soul is split, it further stimulates the awakening of the soul and weakens it.

Now, there is him who has been resurrected, and there is another him who is in the state of a Horcrux, waiting for resurrection.

This situation far exceeded his expectations.

And the final result, with his wisdom, is naturally known.

Only one of the two can exist.

Devour or be devoured, choose one.

And he naturally had no intention of being reduced to food.

The only way to survive is through resurrection.

The earlier you are resurrected, the greater your chances of vitality.

Now, it’s just Barty Crouch Jr.

Outside Gunter's old house.

Peter Pettigrew stood outside, staring at the moon in the sky, and breathed out softly.

The master's state just now really frightened him.

However, this time he has made considerable contributions, and he does not ask for any reward, as long as there is no punishment.

Now, Sirius was out there hunting for him like a mad dog.

Only by being by the owner's side can you feel safer.

However, why does he always feel that he has forgotten something?

At this moment, suddenly.

There was a faint golden light in Peter Pettigrew's eyes, and he seemed to feel safe at this moment deep in his soul, and a golden dragon magic mark slowly emerged.

Hidden memories began to be released, and a large amount of information poured into my mind.

"Mentor Peggy Carter. Agent Training"

"Hiding around Voldemort..."

"Leading the Confrontation."

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He remembered, he remembered.

There was a hint of bitterness on Peter Pettigrew's face. He was captured by his real master Lockhart and sent for professional undercover training.

Later, he was worried that his ability to absorb spiritual thoughts from Voldemort would be exposed, so he sealed his memory and provided guidance.

Everything went as planned.

He found Voldemort who was still in the state of a Horcrux, helped him possess the baby, and helped him contact Barty Crouch Jr.

The thought of Barty Crouch Jr. made Peter Pettigrew feel cold all over.

Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive.

This news was told to him by Lockhart, and he was naturally very surprised at the time.

Later, he was also arrested.

Barty Crouch Jr. was different.

This guy already believed in Voldemort, and he never gave up betraying Voldemort no matter how hard he tortured him.

result

Thinking of Barty Crouch Jr.'s will being twisted and his soul being completely cleansed, he couldn't help but shudder.

Sure enough, when it is time to be aware of current affairs, we must also be aware of current affairs.

Living is the most important thing.

Buzz!

While Peter Pettigrew was thinking, a black light flickered on the plain not far away, and a young figure wearing a black wizard's robe appeared.

None other than Barty Crouch Jr.

"Peter, how is the situation now?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked expressionlessly like a robot, carrying a package.

"Everything is going as planned," Peter whispered.

After hearing this, little Barty nodded lightly for no reason and looked at Peter.

Seeing this, he naturally knew it. With a simple reminder, he took the lead and walked towards Gunter's old house.

Barty Crouch Jr. followed closely behind him. As he walked, his eyes and face began to gradually change.

His eyes were filled with enthusiasm for Voldemort, and there was also a hint of crazy excitement on his face.

Feeling a change in Little Barty behind him, a trace of fear appeared on Peter's face.

If he hadn't cooperated, I'm afraid now he would be like a puppet with no emotions and only knows orders.

Fortunately, Voldemort needed a living person to control and influence him.

He still has value.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Peter took little Barty towards Voldemort's location according to the route just now.

Not long after, Barty Crouch Jr. saw Voldemort in his infant state, holding the Resurrection Stone.

"Master, I have brought everything." When Barty Crouch saw Voldemort, he opened the package and said in a feverish voice: "When will we start the ceremony?"

"I will protect your resurrection with my life."

When Voldemort saw little Barty at this moment, he nodded with satisfaction.

Compared to the loser Peter, Barty Jr. is more reliable.

It was not in vain that he asked the other party to prepare the materials for resurrection.

"That's fine here." Voldemort nodded and said.

He naturally had a reason for choosing the old house.

In addition to the large number of curses and traps outside that can be used as defense, the Resurrection Stone, as a key medium, will further restore his original power.

And here, the ritual is also very suitable.

After hearing what Voldemort said, Barty Crouch Jr. opened the package and took out a lot of materials and items.

I saw little Barty placing a huge tong pot in the middle of the floor.

call!

As Barty Crouch Jr. waved the stick in his hand, a large amount of water began to appear inside the tong pot, and blue flames rose from underneath.

Soon, the water began to boil and the steam became thicker and thicker.

At the same time, Barty Crouch Jr. waved his wand again, and a large amount of material flew into the tong pot.

As the boiling water begins to melt, the liquid inside gradually turns silvery gray.

Then, Barty took two steps back, raised his wand high, closed his eyes, and sang loudly.

"The bones of your father, donated without intention, may make your son immortal."

puff!

A dead man's withered bones fell into the tong pot. In an instant, as if some violent reaction had occurred, the liquid began to bubble and gradually turned blue.

After a while, seeing the liquid gradually calm down, Barty Crouch Jr. sang loudly again.

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

Peter Pettigrew on the side seemed to have known it for a long time. Without hesitation, he took a step forward, walked in front of the tongs pot, and cut off a piece of his finger.

When his fingers fell into the tong pot, the originally calm blue liquid began to stir again, with a large number of bubbles popping out.

At the same time, the color gradually metamorphoses into a striking red.

Immediately afterwards

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can resurrect your enemies."