Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 195 The Story of the Dark Lord ([-])

Voldemort was still talking.

"After the resurrection plan with the Philosopher's Stone failed, I turned my attention to an ancient black magic. To complete the potion used for resurrection, three powerful medicine primers are needed--the bone of the father, the flesh of the servant, and the blood of the enemy. .”

"The bones of my father and the flesh of my servants are easy to obtain, but the blood of my enemies is not so easy... It is true that I can use the blood of anyone who hates me, but that does not make me stronger. I insist on using the betrayer blood..."

"How to obtain Wormtail's blood is a big problem. Wormtail has a dirty temperament like a mouse. After plotting against me, he hid in a distant foreign country and hid. Quirrell advised me to find an enemy at random and revive him as soon as possible. I admit that I Shaken."

"I ordered Inferi to go to the Quidditch World Cup and release the Dark Mark to signal my Death Eaters to rally... Friends, I'm disappointed, I'm even sad because no one wants to unite in Black Under the magic mark... I realized that if I didn't overcome past failures and simply resurrected, I might never regain my true power."

"Fate favored me again. As I expected, Dumbledore was full of guilt for this former student who was covered in bruises. Although he rejected the student's application to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, he finally couldn't bear to look at this poor student. The guys dragged their crippled bodies and continued to make a living outside."

"Fortunately, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that Dumbledore found was Peter Peddie Road," Voldemort looked at Peter, with a malicious smile twisted on the corner of his mouth, "That's it, my Infernal Corpse and I Enemies of my own became professors and colleagues under one roof at the same time.”

"Oh, I almost forgot, the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup wasn't unanswered. Last August, August Rookwood found me, but he didn't come back because he was loyal to me Yes, it’s not. Crouch had already found him at that time, and the reason why he wasn’t imprisoned in Azkaban was because he held the opponent’s handle.”

"The Dark Mark made the Minister of Magic very anxious. He began to consider sacrificing his zzz life to expose Rookwood's true identity. Rookwood sensed danger, and Xingye fled back to me, vowing to serve me again. Brought me a prophecy."

"This prophecy is about a boy named Harry Potter. According to the prophecy, Harry Potter is my old enemy and has the ability to defeat me... Dear Death Eaters, I solemnly introduce to you This Mr Potter—"

Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, and his high-pitched, grim voice pierced the putrid air.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry writhed violently between the ropes, his eyeballs twitching wildly in his skull, his neck arched strangely, his feet trembling helplessly among the weeds.

Peter felt very uncomfortable seeing Harry suffer so much.The Death Eaters laughed, and Snape moved a little, his face turned towards Harry, and he didn't show anything in particular, but he didn't smile either.

Voldemort raised his wand, and the torture was over.The laughter of the Death Eaters echoed in the night air as Harry hung limply between the ropes that had tied him to Voldemort's father's tombstone.

"I think you've seen that this boy can't compete with me at all. The so-called prophecy brought by Rookwood is nothing but crazy woman's nonsense." Voldemort turned around and walked slowly back to the center of the Death Eaters circle. , but Peter's attention was not on Voldemort, he noticed that Snape immediately turned his face away, returning to the rigid, numb posture just now. "

"However," Voldemort continued, "it's easy to kill one more child while catching the traitor Wormtail. I let the Infernal Corpse I manipulate bring them from Hogwarts. The Triwizard Tournament It's a great opportunity."

"I let the Inferi set a dark magic trap on the wall of the Hogwarts basement. August Rookwood was useless, so I made him a sacrifice to activate the trap. Then, I passed the black The magic mark let Wormtail hear the chanting, luring him into a trap..."

"I have placed thousands of highly poisonous black snakes in the trap. As long as they are scratched, the venom will fester and swell the wound. In the end, the injured person will rot until only the bones remain, and die in extreme pain... Such torture befits Wormtail, but... my Inferi messed things up."

"Wormtail withstood the attack of thousands of black snakes, and I have to admit his strength." Voldemort sarcastically bowed to Peter, "So, my Infernal Corpse had to do it myself... However, it It was actually defeated by Wormtail, not only that, it was also stabbed by poisonous fangs in the battle..."

Peter was utterly confused that he hadn't defeated Snape, that what Voldemort knew was not the truth, and that he was running Occlumency at full capacity to keep Voldemort from finding out the truth.Voldemort continued with his speech.

"It's an embarrassing record. No matter how much elixir I put on this walking dead body, the infernal corpse is an infernal corpse after all. This accident almost ended my plan. Fortunately, Dumbledore's sympathy was overwhelming enough - he put this The Yin Corpse took it to an old friend of his for rescue, and healed it with phoenix tears, which gave me a limited time."

Voldemort walked to Snape's side, looked him up and down, and shook his head slightly, "Your task is accomplished," Voldemort said softly, "The curse has spread to the final stage on you, and if you continue to hurt for a few days, you will die." I can be freed...Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."

Snape tried to defend himself: "My lord, I..."

Voldemort flicked his wand lazily, and Snape let out a cry, and was blown away, landing on a dark tombstone, sprawled and motionless.

"It just happened to bury itself by the way." Voldemort said with a sneer. The Death Eaters were amused by the funny scene, and Peter felt disgusted.

"This infernal corpse is indeed smarter, but it's a little too smart. We don't need these dead people to talk to their masters, or greedy for their 'life' that no longer exists. For this reason, I made a small improvement, the latest The version of the Infernal Corpse does not hurt, knows no death, and is silent, I think the guards of Azkaban have met them at this moment..."

Voldemort walked up to the gap beside Lucius and stopped. "Bellatrix should have been standing here," he said softly, "but she was buried alive in Azkaban... But, Azka Caban will be breached tonight, and she will be rewarded more than she ever dreamed possible."

Voldemort continued walking, and now he was looking at the widest opening, "Nine Death Eaters are missing here, six of them died for me, two were in Azkaban, and one... …" He raised his wand and looked at Peter, all Death Eaters' eyes were on Peter.

"There he is, and I'm going to execute him in public next." Voldemort raised his wand, pointing at Peter.

(End of this chapter)