Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 561 Voldemort's Temporary Shelter
At midnight on November [-]th, when the MacGuffin was exorcising the blood curse in the cavern deep in the Forbidden Forest,
In the Old East End of London, Ilford, Goodmeyers Mental Hospital...in a narrow alley in an old residential area,
A man suddenly appeared from the void, he took two staggered steps, and it took about a second before he stabilized his body and recognized where he was.

"A Muggle house..." He muttered viciously, stuffed his wand into his cloak, and walked quickly towards the Gudmayer Mental Asylum.

The man was a man in his fifties, everything was tight on him... suit, shiny shoes, tie, perfectly pomaded hair... looked like a Muggle banker.Apart from a black cloak on the outermost part of his body, there is little to prove that he is a wizard.

After coming out of the alley, on the left side is a bush of low thorns that grows randomly. Go straight to that direction...it is a low and steep slope, which is full of all kinds of discarded Muggle garbage products, plastic bags, plastic bottles, trash cans, paper bag lunch boxes, household kitchen waste...there is still a faint smell wafting there.

Under the bloody moonlight, the blurred shadows of wild cats shuttled around... Those small animals kept running, neighing, fighting... Competing for their supper for today.

And on the right is a neatly manicured, high hedge, behind which is the Goodmeyer Mental Asylum.

It is also the destination of the visitor, or a temporary destination.

The wizard strode forward, parting the fence with a wave of his hand, and stepped into the grass of the mental hospital, his long cloak flapping at his ankles.

"I thought you were late, Crouch!"

Suddenly a rough, savage, and unceremonious voice sounded from under the shadow of a giant tree.

The person who made the sound slowly came out of the darkness,
Under the dim light of the blood moon, his facial features looked vicious and distorted,

The man who appeared in front of Barty Crouch had rotten yellow fangs, his pupils were a mixture of pure black and cloisonne, his gray hair was combed straight back, he looked like an undeveloped savage, his cheeks were covered with sparse hair, and even his forehead was covered with a layer of fluffy black hair...

It can be seen that this guy has worked hard to dress himself up, every beard and hair have been combed neatly, and there is a worn-out but polished black gemstone old-fashioned drop earring hanging on one ear.

But even so... the mixed smell of blood, mud, and rancidity on this person... still couldn't be concealed.

As soon as he leaned over, Crouch frowned.

Crouch took a small step back without saying a word, and after keeping a distance from the approaching person, he said sharply, "Greyback! Why are you here... You know, if you leak 'his' whereabouts and plans, I won't spare you!"

Crouch's voice was full of contempt and disdain for the man in front of him.

But his words seemed to sting Greyback,

The beast grinned, and he let out a weird low growl... After a threat, he said again, "If I were you, little Barty!...You should worry about yourself first! Your latest actions have angered that one! I hope the news you brought today...can satisfy him! Otherwise, you will be miserable, and I will appreciate it with a wonderful mood...You howling and screaming..."

When the two talked about the existence of a certain person, although they were threatening each other...but their voices immediately became depressed and deep, revealing great respect...and fear...

Crouch snorted coldly and didn't speak,

But he still frowned and straightened his collar.

He took out his wand... and turned his spotless crisp suit and tie into a wizard's black robe... and cleaned up the cloak he was wearing,
Afterwards, Crouch strode towards the other direction of the pasture, which was an annexe of the Goodmeyer Psychiatric Hospital—the original old treatment center.

Fenrir Greyback saw that he rarely had the upper hand, so he didn't say much. After letting out a strange laugh in satisfaction, he followed Crouch and walked towards the old building.

The gate of the old treatment center... has long been blocked by iron bars, and there is also a thick chain across the fence, which is firmly locked.
There are mottled dark brown traces all over the outer wall of this building, all kinds of moss grow wantonly in the dark corners, the window glass is gray and blurred,

There is no light in the whole building...

Coupled with the messy piles of desks and chairs in the bridge corridor outside, as well as the plastic bags of garbage, pieces of paper, and file bags all around the ground here... These can prove that this building has long been empty and abandoned by Muggles.

But neither Crouch nor Greyback seemed to see the locked iron door in front of them, as if the black wrought iron was like a thin layer of smoke, unable to stop their footsteps.

Passing through the iron gate, the two of them passed through it and entered the dilapidated and dark hall.

They creaked and stepped on the old wooden floor, and the terrible footsteps echoed in the corridor of the hall.

There is only a little light here provided by the very faint blood moonlight, which occasionally shines in through the glass windows that are not so cloudy....

Then the two walked through the corridor on the first floor very clearly, and turned around to the end of a corridor, where there was a tightly closed iron door sealed by several chains.

The two of them also directly broke into it,

— This is a staircase leading into darkness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Crouch took out his wand, lit up the [Luminescent Curse]... and began to move forward along the stairs until he came down into an underground tunnel.

— This is the abandoned subway passage in the City of London.

"Ha, it smells good... blood, bones, dark, damp and rotten..."

After Guderek entered here, his whole body stretched out. He seemed to adapt to the environment here, twitching his nose around, sniffing the surrounding air back and forth.

Crouch was very uncomfortable, he held his wand tightly and raised his vigilance.

It's no wonder that he is like this, around the two of them... from the very beginning, it was full of all kinds of small and small strange sounds... above the head, left and right, front and back... all of them... carefully discerning, it feels like there are things crawling around, and there are many of them, and they are crowded and colliding with each other.

It seems that Kraqi is still in the depths of the thick and inextricable darkness, and saw some kind of viscous... like some kind of black oil,

It rolls and changes... at certain moments it rises again, becoming some sort of black fog...

Crouch ignored Goodrek's excitement, he calmly picked up the wand, and the faint purple fluorescent light from the tip illuminated the front.

The two creaked and stepped on the Shashuo Road in the tunnel, heading in a certain direction, constantly changing sideways, and going deeper and deeper underground...

Crouch suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood and rancidity after passing around a rusty old Muggle car that didn't even have tire glass and was dismantled. At the same time, the alienated monsters who followed him in the dark made weird communication sounds.

"Go away! Go away!"

Before Crouch could react, Guderek roared angrily. He waved his long yellow nails and swept across the darkness... After retracting, his palms and nails were covered with black and red blood.

When Kratch saw it, he immediately brightened and enlarged the light at the tip of his wand, dispelling the darkness around him.

For a moment... Crouch saw... those gray-skinned monsters with slender claws shrank back into the darkness in an instant.

At the same time, at the very end of the tunnel, a circle of red light...suddenly lit up, and kept approaching. Along with the light and shadow, there stood a black female figure with hair radiating in the middle of the red light circle...

As this thing approached, the fluorescent spell on the tip of Kratch's wand was disturbed by unknown interference, and it began to flicker.

The figure also flickered at the same time, one time... one time, it kept approaching and attacking.

"Bellatrix!"

Crouch suddenly seemed to recognize who it was, a dark green skull suddenly appeared from the tip of his wand,

The mark of the Death Eater floated in the air, swallowing and spitting out the giant python.

The black shadow suddenly stopped and stopped.

After a snap of the fingers, the circle of red light suddenly disappeared, and two fires ignited on both sides of the tunnel...the walls of flames that almost reached the top of the cave...and in the darkness behind Crouch, sticky black mist billowed...The monsters on all fours also went back into the deep and dark cave one by one.

After looking at the black curse, Bellatrix looked at Crouch's face again. After two or three seconds, she sighed and said, "I forgot that you look like old Crouch now! To be honest... I haven't forgotten the guy who put me in prison..."

"However, before facing the master...you'd better change back to your original form!" Bellatrix said.

Crouch stared into Bellatrix's red eyes, took a heavy breath, and finally waved his wand to restore his appearance to its original appearance.

His face changed right in front of Bellatrix and Guderek. His old and rough skin became smoother, his long and delicate beard shortened and disappeared... his hair became dense and turned pale yellow, and his neat hairstyle immediately became messy.

Finally... a young man with pale skin, slightly freckles, and light yellow messy hair appeared in front of the two of them.

"Okay, can I see the master now?"

Little Crouch asked impatiently, with some urgency and some fear in his voice.

"Okay! Come with me..." Bellatrix also tidied up her hair and face, then nodded to motion for Little Crouch to follow her.

But after a few steps, the mad witch stopped immediately, turned around and said to Guderek who was walking with great contempt, "Werewolf... As for you... you can only wait here, I will ask the master... to see if he will receive you!"

"No! No—he promised, the great master promised... He said he would accept me, after I sacrificed my own people to him, after I carried out his plan perfectly in Muggle London...what he promised me, will engrave a precious mark on me..."

"Shut up...you idiot! Do you want to die?" Bellatrix's eyes glowed red. She took a step forward and pointed her long, sharp red nails at Goodrek's chest and shouted loudly, "Fenrir, don't forget... who are you facing.... You must be respectful, the Dark Lord has his own arrangements..."

"No! Why can you, a vampire, serve the master, but I can't even see the great Dark Lord..." Guderick yelled extremely dissatisfied, and he stared at Bellatrix with hatred in his eyes.

However, it was obvious that this guy could only bark like this incompetently.

He didn't dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi, so he had no choice but to accept the order in pain.

Bellatrix was obviously stimulated by Goodrek's 'vampire' words, she snorted coldly in extreme dissatisfaction, her face was ashen all the way, and she led little Kraqi to move forward in silence.

Until—the two were stopped by a huge wooden door at the end of the tunnel.

They had just stopped and hadn't opened the door, but the door opened automatically.

Inside is an empty circular room with no gorgeous magical decorations,

There are circles of dark green magic flames hanging on the surrounding walls, burning out of thin air, three up and down...providing a flickering and weird light here.

Then these lights, little Kraqi saw at a glance... the man

He, Crouch Jr. his great master,... the Dark Lord was floating in front of a half-open Iron Maiden impaled by a living humanoid.

The monster had dark circles around its eyes, and its bright red eyes revealed pain and despair.

Spikes pierced through any part of the body, and blood continuously flowed out from the hollows of the thorns, oozing down along the vampire's skin little by little, forming a sticky, sticky blood-colored pool on the ground...

After Voldemort heard the movement, he turned around, looked at little Crouch for a while, and then said in a high-pitched, clear voice, "Little Crouch, Bellatrix...you are wasting too much time. Keeping me waiting here...is not a good habit."

Voldemort's face loomed in the dim light: hairless, snakelike, with long thin nostrils, and shining red eyes with vertical pupils.His skin was very pale, so translucent that he could almost see the flesh and blood inside.

But this guy is not big, and he looks like he has just grown up.

But I have already met the little Kraqi who is more of a "young version of the mysterious man", and I already know that this is only temporary...

The great, unrivaled Dark Lord will eventually return and make a comeback.

"At that time, I... will be honored and will be the biggest contributor. Even Bellatex, a flattering old hag... no, sad... a vampire who can't hold a wand, will not have as much credit as myself..."

When little Kraqi lowered his head and apologized.

Voldemort walked to the center of the room in a hurry. He sat on a throne made of metal bars and bones, and his bright red eyes stared at Little Kratch and Bellatrix 'condescendingly'.

(End of this chapter)