Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 431 The Resurrection Ceremony, the Change of the Presbyterian Church (Part 1)

Gulp! Gulp!

As Barty Crouch Jr. poured a tube of scarlet blood, the fiery red liquid in the tongs pot was constantly churning.

The color changed again, this time, to Inky Green.

A majestic breath of life rises, and every time the bubbles in the tongs pan burst, it seems to further release the energy of the ceremony.

And Peter Pettigrew, who was standing not far away, looked at the ink-green liquid in the tongs, and felt a strong temptation deep in his heart.

That is the desire derived from the instinct of life.

Not enough, when he felt his master's icy gaze, his whole body turned cold, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to take another look.

waste!

Voldemort looked at Barty Crouch Jr. who was also standing beside the tongs, still keeping his composure, and cursed inwardly.

Sure enough, loyalty is in contrast.

Afterwards, Voldemort looked at the completed resurrection ceremony, regret and unwillingness flashed across his face.

According to his original plan, using Harry Potter's blood would achieve the best results.

Definitely, Dumbledore's is not bad either.

But now the situation does not allow him to be picky.

If you don't resurrect, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance.

Therefore, only the blood of Alastor Moody, who had bitten the Death Eater Auror like a mad dog before, could be used.

Only he, with the hatred in his heart, can barely be regarded as an enemy.

This is also the main task of Barty Crouch Jr.

Pettigrew Peter is impossible to do this piece of shit.

Thinking of this, more unwillingness, anger, and madness welled up in Voldemort's heart.

They actually forced themselves to admit such an ant as an enemy.

hateful! hateful!

Anger is rising, and reason seems to be affected again.

Moody must die, his bones will be ashes, and his soul will be tortured forever.

However, Voldemort's repressed sanity soon gradually returned.

Looking at the black green liquid in the tong pan in front of him, without hesitation, he controlled himself, and his baby-like body fell into it.

Then

call!

Mo Green's flames rose, but Barty Crouch Jr. and Pettigrew didn't feel any heat.

Instead, there is a kind of coolness, as if some kind of strange energy in the surrounding space is attracted and focused in the flame.

Little Barty perceived the changes in the surroundings, and on the arms covered by the sleeves, a faint gold golden dragon magic brand quietly appeared.

The brand flickers slightly, as if collecting all the progress and changes of the resurrection ceremony.

This is the task assigned by his real master Lockhart.

This ceremony is very important, Master Lockhart specially emphasized.

soon

call!

Mo Green's flame rose rapidly, reaching as high as a person.

Everyone present could feel a strange, powerful aura gathering.

next moment.

boom! boom! boom!

The tongs shattered and splashed everywhere, and the black flames suddenly disappeared.

In the original position, a figure emerged.

The whole body is smooth, showing evil pale skin, red eyes like demons, exuding evil and dark breath.

Definitely, and his most distinctive feature - no nose!

"Master, here are your clothes, wand."

Little Barty Crouch lowered his head, respectfully raised the Black necromancer robe and wand on his hands high.

call!

The breeze passed by, and Black's necromancer robe quietly attached to Voldemort's body.

Feel the wand made of yew in your hand, and the powerful force flowing from your body.

Voldemort nodded slightly.

But there was no look of joy on his face.

That's right, compared with his heyday, he has now recovered to about 60 to 70%.

On the one hand, the flaw of the ritual, on the other, the other he, split the power.

But fortunately, as long as there are enough resources, there is still hope for recovery.

definitely, if able to devour each other.

Well, he will be strong again, even stronger than Dumbledore.

The thought brought greed to Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

This time, it is both a crisis and an opportunity.

Swallow him, be the only one, and the world will be in his hands again.

Pureblood Presbyterian Church, meeting room.

"Everyone, the Dark Lord sent someone to say that he has always wanted to meet us." Eusto Frank said anxiously, "The attitude is a bit tough, even threatening."

"What will our elders do next?"

Hearing what Eusto said, the necromancers of the pure-blood families fell silent.

In the previous battle with Lockhart, they lost and spent a lot of resources.

Now in the licking of wounds phase.

Definitely, in other words, to put it in a better way, it is to watch Lockhart's next path, wait for the opportunity, and accumulate strength.

When the time is right, strike hard.

This is what they have been doing for thousands of years.

If you can't beat it now, it doesn't mean you won't have a chance in the future, especially when Grindelwald pops up again.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the future will never be smooth, and chaos is the main theme.

Under such circumstances, after completing the deal with Lockhart, their elders fell into silence.

But now, the appearance of Voldemort disrupted their plans.

"What do you think?" Vlad Travers, the president of the Presbyterian Church, said lightly.

"Find an opportunity to unite with the Dark Lord and avenge Lockhart." A necromancer from a pure-blood family asked tentatively.

"Why don't you see what the Dark Lord wants to pay first?" The necromancer confided in some abnormalities.

"No, I think it's too dangerous now, the Dark Lord is the source of trouble, don't get involved in their affairs." A necromancer sitting in front said with some fear.

"Yes, as long as you don't participate, you will never lose." Some necromancers agreed, safety first.

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Vlad Travers listened to everyone's discussion, neither affirming nor denying, just listening silently.

He had to admit a reality.

He was defeated by Lockhart and could not defeat the Dark Lord.

Not to mention Dumbledore, and as for Grindelwald, hey!

Although his strength has entered the top ranks, he made the wrong choice.

He is very likely to become a sacrifice before the war.

After all, weakness is the original sin.

His experience told him so, and he believed it.

"The Dark Lord seems to be different this time." Eustor Frank raised his voice.

Afterwards, Vlad fixed his eyes on the other party.

"He seems less crazy than before, more rational, and even reveals a touch of elegance in his behavior."

"It gives me the feeling that he became the president of the student union in Hogwarts many years ago."

Hearing this, Vlad's expression changed, and he asked for the first time.

"Eusto, can you guarantee the accuracy of your description?"

"President, I can assure you of this. I saw the state of the Dark Lord with my own eyes." Justo said affirmatively.

Immediately after hesitation, he spoke again: "However, President, the Dark Lord gives me a very different feeling than before."

"Also, in the previous communication process between him and us, there was one point that we need to be cautious."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his language and objectively describing what he saw.

"This time, he didn't talk to us about the status of pure blood and the blood of necromancer."

"The idea he told us is that the strong go up and the weak go down."

"I think this change should also be added to the thinking."

Eustace said cautiously.

In the past, when the Dark Lord recruited them, his emphasis was on maintaining the Necromancer lineage, the status class of pure blood.

It was different now, which made him feel vaguely uneasy.

"In that case, I want to meet and chat with the Dark Lord." Vlad said calmly.

(end of this chapter)