Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 265 The Dark Lord Rises Again
Barty Crouch Jr. wasn't stupid enough to ask those from the Ministry of Magic to accompany him to find Voldemort.

He would sneak out in the middle of the night, wandering around alone in a cotton cloak, hoping to spot his master.

Fortunately, Albania is not big, and the wizard's "shape-shifting" is also convenient. After seven or eight days of wandering around without thinking, he finally got something.
"here!"

The "Black Demon Mark" on his left arm was terribly hot, and Barty Jr. showed a look of joy.

After more than ten years, he is finally going to return to his master again.

"Master, your servant Barty Crouch calls for you with great sincerity."

Using the unique method of "Death Eaters", Barty Jr. activated the mark on his left arm.

As he called, the burning feeling became more and more intense.

But strangely, Voldemort did not show up.

The black forest in front of me is like a big mouth that chooses to eat people, waiting to swallow all reckless intruders.

"This"

Little Batty had a puzzled look on his face.

It stands to reason that the master should have heard his call.

That being the case, why hide from him.

Is there any accident?
Thinking of this, he seemed to have made up his mind, wrapped his cloak tightly, and stepped into the dark forest with his wand in hand.

"Woooooo."

The cold wind howled, blowing through the branches, like a female ghost sobbing in a low voice.

This forest is too evil, even a ruthless person like Barty Jr. who killed his own father with his own hands, would feel terrified.

"Master, master, are you there?"

Calling Voldemort's name in a low voice, Little Barty tensed up and looked around vigilantly.

He now knows why the owner chose this place
Because most people dare not come in this ghost place!

"Ow!"

Going forward little by little, suddenly, the cries of some wild beasts resounded around Little Barty.

His hairs stood on end immediately.

Desperately resisting the urge to shoot a flash spell, little Barty didn't have time to think about it, so he "shifted shape" and ran away.

Not prepared enough tonight.

Tomorrow, he must find the owner!

Open your eyes, it's noon again.

Voldemort's mind was in a daze, as if he had stirred up countless pastes.

"It's time to forage."

Looking at the sky, he murmured something in his heart, and carefully poked his head out of the hole—he was now possessed by a Bambora rat.

Because he is very fragile, he is very vigilant every time Voldemort goes out to look for food.At this time, he couldn't help but think of the time he spent in the London sewers.

At that time, although he was down and out, at least he could eat all kinds of fat and thin mice.

And now.
He is a mouse.

Alas, just thinking about it makes me cry.

Voldemort, though, had no strength now to complain, not even to hate.

If he wanted to survive and get a chance to recover, he had to endure, whether it was ten years, 20 years, or 30 years, he had to endure.

"Huh? Berries!"

After searching for a while, Voldemort finally found something he could safely put in his mouth.

Looking at the glowing red berries, he was overjoyed.

Stretching four short legs and running quickly, Voldemort opened his small mouth, and he couldn't help but bite, but just as he opened his mouth, a terrifying feeling rushed from his spine to his brain, instantly making him shudder. .

Danger!

Without thinking, Voldemort turned and ran.

Now he was a mere rat, and he couldn't even fight a cat, let alone the ferocious animals of the Black Forest and the dark wizards who lurked there.

Little life matters!

However, Voldemort was still too careless, or rather, his luck was really bad.

Those who want to attack him are not ferocious beasts, but human beings, real wizards!
"Oh? What a smart little guy."

The unknown black wizard grinned wide, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

Coincidentally, he also came out to find something to eat.

"It's all petrified."

No matter how poor he is, the dark wizard also possesses the most basic means of casting spells. With a wave of an old wand, he hits the fleeing Voldemort.

Immediately, the Dark Lord's four short legs stopped moving and froze in place.

"Haha~"

The lunch was settled, and the black wizard was overjoyed.

But Voldemort scolded his mother in his heart.

This life hasn't gained momentum yet, is it going to be eaten?
This.
Could it be the retribution of eating too many mice?

Fortunately, the sky is endless.

Just as Voldemort was struggling desperately, trying to break free from the shackles by will, a sudden wave of heat surged through his mind.

It feels so familiar to him
It is the calling of believers!

"The great Dark Lord orders you to appear quickly!"

In fact, Voldemort felt this way last night, but at that time he was sleeping soundly and his mind was clouded, he thought it was a dream.

Now that the magic of the "Black Demon Mark" was activated again, he answered the call without hesitation.

Whoever he is, help is important!
"Whoosh."

In response, a figure wrapped in a robe appeared instantly.

Seeing the stranger appearing suddenly, the nameless black wizard was taken aback, and shot out a spell without even thinking about it.

"court death!"

The familiar aura is in the opponent's hand, how could little Barty not know that Bambora is the Dark Lord himself.

Anxious and angry, he gritted his teeth, flashed the spell vigilantly, and counterattacked instantly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The Unforgivable Curses are the Unforgivable Curses.In the hands of a veteran dark wizard like Batty Jr., this magic exerted its due power.

With just one blow, the black wizard fell to the ground like a rolled up prawn, twitching continuously.

However, Voldemort, who was in the hands of the dark wizard, was also in severe pain, and passed out alive—the dark wizard subconsciously clenched his fist, implicating the hapless Dark Lord.

"Owner!"

Seeing that Voldemort's aura was getting weaker and weaker, little Barty almost died of fright.

He came to save the Dark Lord, not to kill him!

Little Barty kept calling here, clumsily using healing spells in an attempt to cure Voldemort.Over there, Voldemort had already started running through his mind.

At first, he saw Quirrell who gave everything, and saw the dark sewers of London.

Later, the faces of Peter Perudi, Bellatrix Lestrange and others also appeared.

Immediately afterwards, there was the golden ring, and Sauron's half-smiling, disgusting face.

"Oh, is it over?"

Voldemort seemed to be in a sea of ​​ice, his flat face was full of unwillingness.

He can accept the fate of being wounded by magic, and the fate of being destroyed by Sauron.

But what would it be like to be crushed to death as a mouse?

So frustrating!

"Owner!"

Just as the Dark Lord's consciousness became more and more blurred and his feeling became more and more cold, a call from far and near came from his ear.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of pure soul power fed back to his body
Dark Lord, rise again!
(End of this chapter)