The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Harry really didn’t know what was going on. He wanted to know, but he would never give in in front of Voldemort, so he shouted back in a stronger tone: "Of course I know what happened! Your plan is better than Malfoy's.

My mind is still shallow! Just wait, someone will come to save me soon!"

"No one will come to save you," Voldemort wanted to say viciously, but the remaining curse made his last voice tremble uncomfortably: "The chaos in Hogwarts is enough to contain Dumbledore, even if the chaos in Hogwarts

Not enough, the movement in the Muggle city is enough to make him eat a pot!"

Harry gritted his teeth and shook slowly, struggling slowly with his hands tied behind his back. He felt the thick hemp rope that was constantly tightening sink into his skin. If he pressed harder, the barbs on the rope would pierce into his skin.

But he couldn't stop, Harry thought, he had to free his hands to get the wand, because he couldn't cast spells without a wand.

At this time, Voldemort stopped his tirade, gasped, white air spurted out from the hole in the center of the flat, pale face, and shouted helplessly: "Where are my Death Eaters?! Why! Why?

So far, no one has come! Stand up! Crouch!"

Silverhand Crouch stood up and stood humbly behind Voldemort.

Just when Voldemort was about to say something else, someone finally came, but - there were a little few people - only four... no, five.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," when the men in black robes walked out of the shadows wearing masks, a look of relaxation flashed in Voldemort's red eyes. He quickly calmed down and said, "It has been ten years since the last meeting.

Three years... but I have deeply felt the powerlessness of the Dark Mark. You... and those who are not here today... have witnessed my immortal potential and powerful strength countless times, but now, you have given me back

There is only the stench of guilt and fear in the air! There are so many people who don’t even dare to come!”

At the end of the story, Voldemort was already furious. He really couldn't understand - even if the promises he had made were not enough to convince these Death Eaters, how could the deterrent power of corpses and death be false? Wizards

Since when have you become so brave?

"Master," Lucius Malfoy received instructions from other sources, and he said tremblingly: "It's not that someone doesn't want to come..."

"Lucius! You cunning coward!" Voldemort interrupted his subordinates in a tone of voice: "I didn't expect that you would have the courage to speak out at this time... As far as I know, you switched to the Ministry of Magic.

When he claimed to have been bewitched, he burst into tears, which made everyone present moved... Maybe it was because of your golden Gallon... It's quite interesting, isn't it?"

"Master!" Lucius Malfoy trembled and almost shook off his mask: "That's just a temporary measure! I just want to protect myself and serve you in the most complete manner after you are resurrected... You

Look, when you called, I rushed over as soon as possible..."

"Really?" Voldemort said: "But according to my most loyal servant, the servant who was just given a name - someone ran away immediately after seeing the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup?"

Lucius Malfoy shuddered again, making people wonder if he had malaria. He smiled ingratiatingly, with a hint of false sorrow in his enthusiasm, and said: "This is exactly what I just wanted to say, Master.

At the Quidditch World Cup, the servants like us who gathered... were attacked, which is why some people didn't show up. They... could never show up again."

Voldemort's snake face became stiff, and he asked coldly: "Give you another chance, Lucius, my friend, what you said about 'never appearing again' is the worst thing I thought.

situation?"

"We encountered a surprise attack!" Lucius Malfoy did not dare to hesitate or use compromise techniques. He said in the most intuitive language: "The attackers killed many of us!"

Voldemort remained silent for a long time, and the wand in his hand trembled to the rhythm of Lucius Malfoy. He suddenly growled "Avada bites the melon", and the direction of the curse turned out to be one of the Death Eaters who appeared.

What's even more bizarre is that the other party responded immediately, using deformation to change the shape of the ground, and erecting an earth wall to block the death curse.

The earthen wall was shattered immediately, but the person behind the wall had disappeared. Instead, Silverhand Crouch let out a shrill scream. He was stabbed in the back by the man in black robe who suddenly appeared beside him.

, an ordinary household folding knife was left on him, and the woman in black robe had no intention of getting back the knife stuck in the bone seam. She kicked away Crouch's wand and was picking up the wand from Crouch's body.

The crown falling from Harry's head.

It's a curse! Voldemort thought furiously, it's the curse that makes him so slow! It's the curse that makes his magic power weakened! And the long incorporeal life prevents him from mastering all the power at this moment! However, even if Voldemort can give himself

Even if he made ten thousand excuses, he couldn't stop the man in black robe. He could only repeat his old tricks and use what he thought was the cruelest spell - another death curse.

Silverhand Crouch floated up and uncontrollably stood between the black robe and Voldemort. He faced the spell with his body. He died completely after letting out a loud and sudden wailing, and then fell to the ground again.

Turning into a breathless corpse, the man in black robe hiding behind him disappeared again. At the same time, the rope that bound Harry lost its magical power. Harry fell from the air, and he immediately used his limbs together, using wild and fast movements like a beast.

He crawled towards his wand stuck in the grass. After picking up the wand, he felt a warm and slender hand grabbing his arm and lifting him up. He also vaguely caught a glimpse of the hand holding him up wearing black lace gloves.

.

Voldemort used the third death curse - this time the light of the death curse became different - green evil beams intertwined into a fishing net of death in mid-air, and were scattered by Voldemort towards Harry and the man in black.

At that time, the man in black robe's phantom movement was ready and could leave at any time, but Voldemort's eyes flashed red, and the man in black robe's phantom movement was interrupted. Seeing that the death curse was about to come, Harry on the side bravely did it

Out of his own resistance, he used the most classic spell. When he thought he was going to die, he shouted at Voldemort: "Expelliarmus!" At the same time, the chest of the man in black robe lit up with a soft white light, among which

The talisman worked, and before it completely lost its power, it opened up the protective barrier, providing enough time for Harry's curse to shoot at Voldemort.

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This simple disarming spell should have been easily deflected by Voldemort, but the wand in Voldemort's hand uncontrollably stopped the killing curse he had just released. The green net was completely annihilated in the protective knot held up by the man in black.

On the world, the light of the barrier can only flicker a few times before it is broken into the most basic magic power. At this moment, Voldemort's wand and Harry's wand were pointed at each other from a distance. Both of them felt the loss of control of their wands at the same time.

His own power poured out along the wand. There was also a vague call. The two wands were calling each other, pulling the power of their respective masters to communicate properly. If I have to explain something, I can only say that this is "the wand's persuasion."

way".

The person in black robe had to react quickly. When Harry and Voldemort were connected and neither could cast spells, she seized the opportunity and forcibly disconnected the two in a very short period of time after re-preparing for the Apparition.

, and then disappeared together with Harry.

It was over. Voldemort looked solemnly at his wand. He turned his back to the cowering Death Eaters. He didn't speak for a while, thinking about the scene that he couldn't understand. He determined that the cause of this scene was related to the wand, and then

Turn around suddenly——

"What are you doing? Trash! Why are you just watching! Is your wand broken?! Idiots! Cruciatus! Cruciatus! Crucio! Crucio!

"Voldemort turned from silence to riot, waving his arms crazily and shouting angrily. He used the Cruciatus Curse on the Death Eaters one after another. The Death Eaters rolled on the ground in pain and accepted Voldemort's resurrection.

The first powerful order after: "Go and kill the Muggles! Go and kill the Muggles in the busiest places! I want you to continue the work that you didn't finish just now because the Ministry of Magic arrived! You continue to attract attention! Kill!"

Kill! We must kill until Dumbledore appears and all officials from the Ministry of Magic are dispatched!"

Later, he said some irritable and incompetent words, but no one cared anymore. The Death Eaters took action and headed to the city. Voldemort in the cemetery stood there, with only the trees and maggots in the soil to accompany him.

Only at this time will he reveal a part of him that is unknown to the Death Eaters and unknown to the enemy - he hesitates and hesitates, and already has fear in his heart when he thinks of this situation - fear that the secret of his eternal life will be revealed to others.

Watching, fearing the loss of the soul container, fearing the powerful Dumbledore... But if it is really irreversible, Voldemort sadly made the worst plan and was ready to pay the most expensive price - as long as it can bring pain to others

, that is also worth it.

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