Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 50 Firefly

Not surprisingly, the "Mutual Aid Club" is on fire!
The name Klein Grindelwald is like a golden signboard, attracting almost all freshmen.

Even those young wizards in the second and third grades are eager to join the club.

after all
That was Grindelwald, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history!
Who wouldn't want to make friends with such a person?

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"If you make your decision known to outsiders, they will definitely think you are old and confused."

Sitting on the sofa and speaking in a low voice, Severus Snape was still as gloomy as ever.

But what was different from before was that the black robe on his body was very clean, and even his greasy long hair was much smoother.

At first glance.

seemingly
Still a little handsome?
"Ha ha."

Dumbledore just laughed and said nothing.

When does he need to explain to others when he does something.

My old man is quite old, what's wrong with being self-willed?
"I was too busy watching him, lest he be distracted from Potions."

It was distressing at first, but when the words came to his lips, they became cold again.

Snape kept a straight face, recalling Klein's performance recently, and sighed without leaving any trace.

"I mean, he's got enough potions and spells, so why bother with 'fraternal aid'?"

This is what he can't understand the most.

For a genius like Klein, it is the right way to pursue excellence and create extraordinary.

How are some mediocre wizards eligible for extra guidance?
If these mediocrities prevent Klein from climbing to the top, it will be a loss for the entire magic world!
"It's okay, I'm sure the kid will handle it."

Looking at Snape with a half-smile, Dumbledore still had a cheerful face.

The old man's heart was like a mirror. In this man's heart, the students of the other three houses combined could not compare with Slytherin.

And the entire Slytherin combined, can't compare to Klein alone!
Eccentric to such an extent, it can be regarded as the only one.

"I take it with a grain of salt."

Seeing that he couldn't shake Dumbledore's thoughts, Snape snorted coldly, had no choice but to temporarily put this topic aside, paused for a few seconds, and turned to talk about business.

"The eyeliner you left outside said that some traces of "the one" were recently found."

Dumbledore knew who "that one" was.

Hearing the news about Voldemort, the old man couldn't help correcting his expression and asked back.

"where?"

"Balgeria, it is said that the Mark of the Black Demon was found there."

When talking about "Dark Mark", Snape held his arm unnaturally.

The Mark of the Dark Lord is a permanent engraving, once it is imprinted, it cannot be removed for a lifetime.

This was his shame, and the last thing he wanted anyone to see. .

"so you"

After hearing this, Dumbledore looked at Snape.

"No, I'm not called up."

Snape said affirmatively.

"strangeness."

Since he didn't know about the Lord of the Rings, Dumbledore was a little puzzled.

Now that Voldemort has given up the Sorcerer's Stone, it must mean that he has found something better, and activating the Dark Mark means that he has become stronger.

Then why.
Would Snape not feel it?

Voldemort wouldn't just set off fireworks just because he was bored.

Balgeria, on the edge of the Black Forest.

"呲呲呲!"

Sparks flickered from the reed-like fingers, and Voldemort's big round eyes were both pleased and somewhat dissatisfied.

He was finally able to cast magic himself.

but
The power was far from what he expected.

"Patience, I need patience."

Taking a deep breath, Voldemort clenched his fists as if raving.

Quirrell gave it all in exchange for this ugly body.

But this is not the rebirth he wants!

Moreover, he discovered that his new body was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like Quirrell.

He has shrunk from the half-human height when he was reborn to the calf height of ordinary people!
The blessings of the Ring are as obvious as the side effects.

Voldemort estimated that this body was only enough for him to return to England.

After that, he had to reconsider his resurrection plan.

"Whoa."

Just thinking about how to get a real body in the future, suddenly, the thorn bush behind Voldemort swayed.

He turned his head vigilantly, only to see a tall man in a black robe with a pale face slowly walking out, unaware that the poisonous thorns had pierced his skin.

"vampire!"

Voldemort was taken aback and felt troubled.

If it was him at his peak, he could kill dozens of such vampires with one spell.

But now he is no longer at his peak, just a broken soul lingering in a false body.

He didn't even have a wand.

"That's my baby, it's mine"

The vampire who appeared looked down at Voldemort, bared his fangs and murmured.

No, exactly, he wasn't looking at Voldemort.

Instead, he was looking at the gleaming ring on Voldemort's thin finger.

This is because of Klein's evil taste: any unclean being who sees this ring will have uncontrollable greed.

Unclean, of course vampires who feed on blood are unclean.

So he was called by the Lord of the Rings, and stretched out his claws on the shining golden ring.

"Go away!"

It's all like this, how could Voldemort fail to see that this scum has taken a fancy to his treasure.

The screams were accompanied by roars, and the anger in Voldemort's heart was even stronger than that of his destroyed body.

No one can take his authority away.

This is his baby.

His alone!
Can instant death spells be cast without spells?

The answer is, yes!
The dazzling green light hit the vampire head-on, knocking his tall body back five or six meters away!
At that moment, Voldemort seemed to have become the dark lord again.

Unfortunately, hallucinations are hallucinations after all.

The all-killing "Avada Kedavra" failed to kill the vampire.

"Roar!"

A low growl that was obviously not human-like sounded from the mouth, and the nameless vampire stood up quickly, a pair of black bat wings suddenly appeared on its back.

Voldemort's eyes were also red. Even in the most desperate time, he could not allow the inferior creatures to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Curse, thrash, bite!

Voldemort was, at this moment, even more of a beast than a vampire.

Perhaps his determination was appreciated by the Lord of the Rings. With his growl, the flame inscription on the ring suddenly flickered, giving him more magic power.

And this is the opportunity to turn defeat into victory!

"what!"

The long-lost victory made Voldemort's soul seem to have been sublimated.

But he didn't know it, when he was standing on the vampire's corpse and roaring to the sky.

A few pairs of greedy eyes suddenly opened in the darkness.

Balgeria, dark forest.

It has always been a gathering place for dark wizards and all kinds of dark creatures.

Voldemort with the Lord of the Rings, like a firefly in the night, emits an extremely attractive light.
(End of this chapter)