Mastering Thunder from Hogwarts

After leaving Anduin's ranch, Harry and his party walked back to the common room with disappointed expressions.

Professor Wilson failed to listen to everyone's opinions in the end, but insisted on insisting that Snape would not do anything to harm him and Harry.

Even Snape's curse on Harry during the Quidditch match could not change Professor Wilson's view.

From Anduin's mouth, several people also learned that there was indeed something hidden in the room at the end of the fourth floor, but it seemed to be related to Dumbledore, not Professor Wilson as previously thought.

"What should I do? The professor seems to be completely unwary of Snape, but we all know that he has evil intentions." Harry scratched his head in distress.

"I really don't know what the professor is thinking. Someone is clearly coveting the things under that room, but he acts like he doesn't care." Ron complained incomprehensibly.

"But did you hear what the professor said? The things hidden in that room are related to Principal Dumbledore and the man named Nico Flamel." Hermione rolled her eyes and thought, "You know this Nico?"

Can Flamel?"

Harry, Ron and Neville shook their heads in unison.

"Perhaps as long as we find out who this mysterious name refers to, we can know what Snape is planning, so that we can warn the professor again to avoid letting the other party's conspiracy succeed!" Hermione, as a member of the small group

The person with the most ideas immediately suggested.

"That's a good idea." Harry nodded in approval, "But there's only one name, where should we start?"

"Well..." Hermione was also stopped by Harry's question, "The person who can be related to Principal Dumbledore must not be an unknown wizard. We can start searching in the library first!"

The remaining people knew that there was no other way now, so they could only nod in agreement.

On the other side, Anduin, who had sent away the little wizards, had returned to his residence on the Leona, and was frowning and thinking about something.

"What's wrong, sir, have you encountered anything troublesome?" Hogg, who was resting next to him, looked at Anduin curiously.

"It's Quirrell, that guy is just looking for death." Anduin narrowed his eyes with an ominous expression, "He tried to cast a spell on Harry's broom during the Quidditch match. I didn't expect this guy to be so brave.

, dare to attack the little wizard in public."

"Are you referring to the accident that happened two days ago?" Hogg scratched his head in confusion, "Didn't Snape look after him at that time? It seems that Quirrell didn't succeed in the end, otherwise we would have been alarmed long ago.

Already."

"But his hands got deeper and longer. Who gave him such confidence?" What Anduin saw was something deeper behind him, "And Harry and the others seemed to have noticed something and couldn't continue.

Let Quirrell go wild."

"Then you mean... you are ready to launch that plan?" Hogg raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were going to wait for a while, and didn't you say that Quirrell will be watched by Dumbledore?"

"But the old man seems to have neglected his duty. It's time to warn that guy. Let's set it tomorrow, just in time to give them a big gift before Christmas!" Anduin tapped his fingers on the desk in front of him and ordered softly.

road.

"No problem!" Hogg stood up excitedly, "I'll get ready right now!"

After saying that, Hogg rushed out of the room, and it was obvious that he was very excited.

Anduin, who was at the desk, tilted his head and looked across the wall in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, as if he was thinking about something.

…

The next day, after finishing the herbalism class in the morning, these first-year wizards were walking leisurely from the greenhouse towards the main tower of the castle.

At this time, winter has begun in Hogwarts, and the Christmas vacation will be in two weeks. Although it has not started to snow yet, the teachers and students in the school have already put on thick winter clothes.

Among these little wizards, Hermione is the most special. She is holding a transparent glass bottle in her hand, with this cute little blue flame suspended inside.

Hermione, who discovered that she was quite talented in controlling flames, made such a gadget when she had nothing to do. Although it was not an alchemical item, it was more than enough for keeping warm.

Although this blue magical flame is no different from ordinary flames, it is very popular with Hermione, and she even lit Snape with this flame.

The wind outside was blowing extremely hard today, which made everyone outside feel a chill on their necks. This made Hermione couldn't help but hug the flame vial tighter.

Ron and others beside them were still chatting.

"The jumping bulbs in Professor Sprout's greenhouse don't feel as good as the ones we saw in Professor Wilson's last night. Is this because of the Tebbo warthog droppings?" Ron recalled last night.

What he saw and heard, he muttered with some curiosity.

"Can you stop being so disgusting?" Hermione gave the other party an angry look, "We are going to have lunch now, so don't keep mentioning those things. I used seven or eight of them in a row to clean them after I went back last night.

'Curse to get rid of that strange smell!"

"But don't we have to go over and do dirty work tonight? I think we'd better get used to it early." Ron shook his head indifferently.

"You idiot!" Hermione was so angry when she heard that Ron had to talk about this before eating, she reached out and slapped him on the back.

"Didn't you see that the compost yesterday had obviously been stored for a while? How could there be so much every day? We either move it every few days, or we clean a little bit every day." Hermione rolled her eyes.

, preached to Ron word for word.

"Is that so? I thought we would have to work as hard as last night every day." Ron was delighted when he heard this, "No wonder the professor only found Percy and the other three at the beginning. I thought the professor wanted to torture them.

Woolen cloth."

"Do you think everyone is as smart as you?" Hermione replied dissatisfied.

Harry and Neville next to them saw this scene and couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing. Of course, this is also a daily experience for several people.

"Evil spirits, do you feel that it's extra cold today?" Ron, who was sprayed in the face by Hermione, changed the topic awkwardly and pointed to the sky with his finger.

The weather at this time was indeed as he said. It was colder than the previous two days. It was obvious that the weather had not changed yet and it had not started to snow.

At the same time, the sky was filled with low dark clouds at some point, but it didn't look like it was preparing for thunder or rain.

The other people also looked at the sky with some confusion at this time. They always felt that there was something strange today, but they couldn't figure out what the problem was.

And just when these junior wizards were about to return to the main tower, a sudden change occurred!

"The bones reappear!"

Suddenly, a sharp, dark voice of chanting a curse appeared in everyone's ears, like a lizard whispering beside them.

Then a dark green magic bomb suddenly shot out from nowhere, rose straight into the sky, and then exploded in full view of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, the curse that suddenly exploded turned into a green light, rolling continuously in mid-air, until finally a strange magical image appeared!

It was an extremely huge skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, with a large python coming out of the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

It rose higher and higher after appearing, a group of green smoke emitting dazzling light, like a new constellation against the dark clouds.

The image that suddenly appeared rose above Hogwarts in a short while, allowing all the teachers and students in the school to see it clearly.

"What...this...what is this?" Harry, who was just outside the castle, widened his eyes in horror and murmured questions.

Malfoy, who was also in the crowd, flushed with excitement and shouted involuntarily.

"The Dark Mark! This must be the Dark Mark. My father once mentioned it to me. It's exactly like the description!"

"The Dark Mark? What is that?"

A group of young wizards, including Harry and others, looked at Malfoy who was shouting in confusion. This was the first time they had heard this word.

"That's the mark of the Dark Lord!" Malfoy explained to everyone with a slightly trembling voice, "In the past, when the mysterious man was still alive, whenever a Death Eater killed someone, they would leave black marks on the body or the house.

The magic mark, which is also the symbol of the mysterious man whose name cannot be revealed."

"Oh my god, this is simply too scary!" Hermione frowned in disgust, "But why is there such a mark in Hogwarts? Is it someone's prank? But this is so obvious.

It’s not like that!”

"This can't be a prank!" Malfoy swallowed, "No one dares to joke about You-Know-Who's symbol. It is an ominous symbol."

"Could it be..." Malfoy suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that the Dark Lord has really returned?"

After saying this, Malfoy couldn't help but tremble all over, partly because of fear, partly because of excitement.

He had grown up listening to the stories of Voldemort. In the eyes of Malfoy's father and his relatives who were also pure-blood families, the Dark Lord was synonymous with power, invincibility, and pure-blood glory.

Malfoy, who had been so influenced, naturally harbored a hint of admiration for the Dark Lord, so he was inevitably a little excited after seeing the Dark Mark.

But at the same time, Malfoy also knew that the Dark Lord was also a representative of coldness, cruelty, darkness, and power. As an 11-year-old little wizard, he still had an instinctive rejection of these, so he subconsciously feared this person.

The return of the Dark Lord!