Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 172 The Damn Skull
After arranging everything, Klein returned to Hogwarts.

As expected, he caught up with the hot breakfast cooked by the house-elves.

"You got up very early today."

While spreading butter on his slice of bread, while speaking, Draco still had a sleepy look on his face - in order to become a friend who could match Klein, he quietly studied under the covers yesterday.

"Ah."

Klein nodded and didn't say much.

In fact, he didn't wake up early, he didn't sleep much at all.

"Today is the day of the "Mutual Aid Club" event again. The representatives of each college have been elected. Don't forget to prepare your speech tonight."

Although after Cedric joined, Klein has been acting as a hands-off shopkeeper in the "Mutual Aid Club", but everything is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

For example, the "representative of the college" that he hadn't cared much about for a long time~
"Oh?"

Klein came to his senses and nudged Draco with his elbow.

"Tell me, who are the academy representatives?"

"Other colleges don't know, our college is Pansy"

Speaking of this name, Draco had a toothache—that girl's combat prowess was beyond the charts, and many senior girls couldn't compete with her.

"...and Captain Flint."

Marcus Flint, the captain of the Quidditch team, is a rough man, but not lacking in calculations, a standard Snake Court talent.

Klein nodded.

Being able to be a representative among so many students still has two brushes. Under the care of these people, the "Mutual Aid Association" will definitely be more organized.

Some irresponsible Mr. Grindelwald thought to himself.

"boom!"

Because he got up so fast, Voldemort's head hit the wall beside him.

But now he can't care about the pain in his head, the feeling of annihilation of his soul is almost driving him crazy!
Hate, boundless resentment.

If negative energy can kill people, then this Azkaban will definitely be killed by him until there is no blade of grass.

As if 1000 million cold needles were piercing deep in his heart, Voldemort gasped heavily, his big round eyes turned blood red.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain disappeared.

But this is not the end, the weakness fed back from the depths of the soul instantly swept the body, and Voldemort's body seemed to be crushed by a mountain.

He was lying on the cold floor, even his thoughts were a little distracted.

"Sauron, Sauron, Sauron"

Muttering a name back and forth in his mouth, Voldemort seemed to be stupid, and his expression became more and more crazy.

After the diary, is it his pet snake?
There are six back roads, now only four are left, he hates it!
"No, I can't stay here anymore, I want to go out, I have to go out!"

After the weakness passed, sobriety gradually returned to the mind, and Voldemort struggled to get up from the ground, his fingernails piercing deeply into the fragile skin.

Now he has no possibility of escape from prison.

The weaker his mind, the weaker his body, and the weaker his body, the weaker his spirit.

It's almost a vicious circle!
There is only one way.
That is to completely abandon this body that Quilinus Quirrell sacrificed everything, return to the ghost state again, and leave by traveling through the spirit world.

"It's going to make me very, very debilitating, no doubt, but it's better than life!"

Before the soul fragments in Nagini's body were not destroyed, Voldemort always had a little luck in his heart. If he could use this body to leave Azkaban, then the subsequent resurrection ceremony would be much simpler.

Unfortunately, the ideal state is only an ideal state after all.

You can get what you have!

As the ruthless man who almost subverted the British wizarding world, Voldemort made up his mind that he would never look back.

With a sinister smile, he walked to the side of the cell, and then suddenly started to speed up.

Not to mention, although he is only 1.4 meters tall, those two short legs are really not slow to move around.

Three or four steps away from the wall, he stopped, and rushed towards the reinforced wall in a very standard "rocket head hammer" posture.

"Farewell, cage!"

Voldemort cried out in his heart.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Voldemort's room seemed to tremble slightly.

"Ok?"

The patrolling jailer noticed something strange and rushed to the door of the cell, just in time to see Voldemort lying quietly on the ground, and he didn't know whether he was fainted or dead.

"It's dishonest!"

A prisoner who tries to commit suicide in Azkaban is a violation of Ministry of Magic law!The Ministry of Magic did not sentence you to death. You want to commit suicide. Isn't it too disrespectful to the Ministry of Magic?
Angrily, the jailer found a dementor, opened the door, and let the monster, covered in a tattered hood, float in.

then
"what!!!!!"

Heart-piercing screams resounded through the cell.

"Oh, enjoy it."

Strictly speaking, the life of every prisoner here belongs to the Ministry of Magic.

wanna die?

How simple is it!
The jailer waited patiently for the dementor to enjoy his "delicious meal", and when the movement inside had almost disappeared, he let the dementor float out and locked the door again.

"See if you dare next time!"

Of course, it was impossible for Voldemort to speak back now.

The current Dark Lord is like a water balloon that was thrown into the sky and then fell down hard. He is full of meat and vegetables, and he feels that there is no good place in his body.

Damn Chilo, why is this body weak everywhere, except the skull is so thick!
Voldemort felt so wronged.

"I can't give up"

Perhaps it was a rebound after bottoming out. After suffering a certain level of misery, Voldemort became a bachelor instead.

break!kettle!Shen!Boat!
His eyes were red, and he didn't care about the blood dripping from his head. He retreated to the side of the cell again and started to accelerate for the second time.

If you can't kill yourself once, hit yourself again.

I can't believe it!

"boom!"

There was a louder sound than before, and Voldemort's eyes went dark again, and he lost control of his body.

"Oh, how stubborn."

The jailer who hadn't gone far hurried back, and what he saw was Voldemort lying on the ground like a dead dog again.

Same charter.

Open the door and release the dementors.

But within 3 minutes, the same or even more tragic movement came from the cell.

"what!!!!!"

Absorbing all emotions, the dementor floated out satisfied, the jailer skillfully locked the door, turned and left.

"Qiluo, you fucking, how dare you harm me!"

Gritting his teeth and reciting the name of the servant who had long since lost his soul, Voldemort's eyes unconsciously shed tears of blood.

He hugged his knees and curled up on the ground, cursing unceasingly.

"Damn Sauron, damn the Ministry of Magic, damn jailers, damn dementors, damn skulls, damn skulls, damn skulls!"

(End of this chapter)