I, Hogwarts Second Week

"The Minister of Magic is dead."

"It's the Death Eaters. They invaded Hogsmeade in a big way. The Aurors can no longer resist it." Barty Crouch looked tired and in a poor mental state. He seemed to have not slept last night and his voice was low. Di continued: "Our people were too scattered and unprepared. Their attack was too sudden. We were caught off guard."

"If possible, I hope you can allow the Aurors and the survivors of Hogsmeade to enter Hogwarts. We need to re-establish the defense line."

Barty Crouch didn't glance anywhere the whole time.

He was waiting for Dumbledore's answer.

The lines of his cheeks were depressed, as if they were being cut with a knife or an axe.

This face echoes his always tough demeanor, after all, every hawk has such a face.

Behind Crouch, Umbridge's face was filled with false sadness.

She seemed to have cried just now. When Fudge died, the toad pinched her thigh and forced herself to squeeze out a few drops of liquid.

In this case, the broken hair on her temples has no reference significance. After all, she was attacked and panicked, and her hair spread out intentionally.

This raises a huge question mark.

"Albus!"

Crouch yelled again.

Only then did the old principal speak slowly.

"I didn't expect, Connery, that he would be so early." There was a look of regret on his face, and behind his semicircular glasses were blue eyes with a sad color.

He looked deeply at Crouch.

"I thought he was going to do something."

"He made a difference. He died heroically in the battle against the Death Eaters. The entire wizarding world will remember this hero." Barty Crouch's voice was high-pitched, but there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"No!" The old principal shook his head, "I'm not feeling sorry for him. Connery, his soul has been corrupted by power. He should have expected all this when he embarked on this road without hesitation."

After saying that, Dumbledore looked deeply at Barty Crouch with his blue eyes.

Look at him pretending to be serious.

Look at the burning desire in his eyes.

Watching him become more and more overlapped with another person's figure.

"I feel sorry for you. You would have had a brighter future." He babbled like every elderly man, who was often stuck in memories and couldn't extricate himself.

"If I could have allocated some of the energy I spent on Gellert back then on you, maybe you wouldn't have gone astray."

"Tom." The old principal said calmly.

"We meet again."

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On the other side of the forest.

Owen and Sirius were walking quickly through the forest.

The darkness made it impossible for them to orient themselves.

A certain little black man was already lying down.

The dog godfather will surely sniff out a way out anyway.

Don't panic!

The worst thing is walking in circles in the woods!

Wait for Sirocco to regain his strength. Dude is another good guy!

While running away, someone still had a lazy smile on his face.

However, he was completely unaware of the turmoil in Sirius's heart next to him.

He was so shocked by the kid Owen that he felt numb.

Whenever he thought he had adapted, the child would suddenly jump out and ruthlessly kick his expectations aside.

Just like this time.

"Is this the right direction?" Owen asked as he glanced at a very familiar pine needle tree.

"I always feel like I've seen this tree three times."

"Not far away." Sirius's footprints were imprinted on the white snow.

He said silently.

There was no joy in catching Peter in my heart.

It can be said that if it hadn't been for the scene where Owen had just fought against the Death Eaters, he would have definitely enjoyed himself today.

"I feel like you're fooling me!" Owen directly exposed the fact that the dog godfather was leading the way blindly.

He had obviously seen this tree just now.

And the second time, he also marked the tree.

At this moment, the bright brand of the Three Sacred Artifacts on the tree trunk is quite eye-catching.

For a moment, Owen was annoyed. It was just dark, but he was not blind!

How long are you going to take me around here?

"There's someone in front of me." Sirius looked back at Owen and turned around.

"Is there anyone?"

"There is a strong smell of blood in the air." He said, "Don't you smell it?"

Owen rolled his eyes at him, then spread his hands: "I can't smell it, thank you!"

Such a heavy snowstorm.

It was difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak, the wind was howling.

How do you smell blood?

"So are we taking a detour?" He raised his eyebrows in a somewhat disdainful tone.

When do you guys give way to others?

"This way." Sirius pointed to the northwest corner.

It was a wasteland, devoid of any vegetation, except for piles of snow-covered rocks. Owen didn't ask any more questions, but followed him directly.

Running wildly, they soon saw a group of men covered in blood falling to the ground.

Standing in front of him was a man with one leg missing and his clothes all in tatters.

A man with scars all over his body.

"Moody?" Sirius' pupils narrowed a bit.

Then he rushed forward quickly.

"Wait a minute." Before Owen could say anything, Sirius had already rushed out.

"Tsk!" It couldn't be Gryffin. Can't you observe the surrounding environment before fighting?

Don't you even look at what Moody is fighting!

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the enemies.

"I thought there was only one place where they gathered."

A certain little black man said helplessly.

Then he immediately rushed over with the wand in hand.

"Whoosh~" Two tricky and treacherous curses flew out from the tip of Sirius's staff.

Pretty good Defense Against the Dark Arts, if he was dealing with just ordinary Death Eaters or dark wizards. Then these two curses will definitely cause inevitable trouble to each other.

pity--

"It's the Deadborn again!" The dog godfather exclaimed, finally seeing the true nature of those dark creatures.

"Why are there so many dead ones in the forest!"

"How many more are there?"

"What, are you panicking?" Owen, who was following him, immediately said and waved his wand.

"Don't panic! I have a trump card! They say that villains beat the young to get old! Does our old one! Invincible know?"

Going deep into the Forbidden Forest, Owen's head didn't get hot.

In other words, he was so unscrupulous because he always had someone's infinite protection.

Although it is invisible, it can give people strong confidence.

One word!

With grandpa here, I have nothing to fear!

Owen's eyes were clear, and his gray eyes moved away from the lifeless body on the ground.

In the distance, black shadows kept flickering. Although the number was not as large as the group he met, it was still quite a lot.

"I can only change my appearance!"

He shouted at Sirius.

"No~~~it's too late." Moody whispered weakly.

At this time, a group of dead people had already rushed up.

He brushed past Moody.

The huge mouthpart was like the licker in Resident Evil, grazing his cheek and passing over it.

The next moment, before Moody could breathe a sigh of relief, more mouthparts came towards him.

"Huh?" In the flash of lightning, Owen's head was spinning rapidly, and he quickly began to think of countermeasures.

Sirius on the side dragged Moody away from the corpse at the critical moment.

Kankan escaped the attack.

In mid-air, Sirius' figure was elegant yet rough.

His wizard's robes whirred.

One side jumps high, while the other side is lower.

Thinking in his mind, a rippling smile suddenly appeared on Owen's face, hey~ Isn't there a way?

Then he waved his wand and flicked it.

A small package suddenly flew out of the dog godfather's pocket.

Then the bag released in the air.

"It seems that no matter what, Shushu is really doomed this time!"

Owen threw out a levitating spell, and the white spell accurately hit Peter Pettigrew, who was already unconscious.

"It's time to eat! My little aliens!" After that, he threw the traitor far away in the opposite direction to them.

Then he jumped up on his legs and ran in the direction of Sirius.

On the other side, the Deathborn were very sensitive to weak souls, and they all turned around and chased the bait almost instantly.

And they have no nostalgia for Irving at all.

"Is this a weakness?" Owen muttered.

Then, the moment he touched Sirius, the three of them suddenly disappeared.

——————

It's snowing heavily. Darkness enveloped the entire castle.

Several professors who had stayed behind suddenly walked out of the auditorium.

Such as Professor Pomona Sprout, Professor McGonagall and others.

Wenda is among them.

Several professors hurried through the crowd.

It seems that there is something to report to Dumbledore.

They were just approaching, but when they saw Harry, their expressions seemed a little wrong.

His cheeks were pale and his whole body was trembling slightly.

His almond-like green eyes were staring intently at the Ministry of Magic official in front of him.

Barty Cratchit.

"Hahaha." An angry and cold voice sounded.

Then, the appearance of the wizard who called himself Barty Cratchit changed drastically.

After a while of twisting.

A tall, thin man, wearing a black mask, with a terrifying snake-like face, pale and haggard, and scarlet eyes with pupils like slits.

It's Voldemort!

Harry's pupils dilated slightly.

Although he had never seen Voldemort like this before, he said he recognized him immediately.

Voldemort's appearance had changed drastically from what he had seen in his first year.

The first is appearance.

He is much younger.

Harry didn't know how to explain it, but in his heart, Voldemort should be at least seventy or eighty years old.

But now it seems that he has returned to his twenties and thirties.

The black hair, paired with the pale, scarlet and extremely handsome face, gave people a strong sense of being a cult prince.

Then came the body shape, which was fuller and slender.

Harry didn't think Voldemort would have time to go out and exercise.

In fact, most wizards have very slim bodies.

After all, they who master magic will not work out and gain muscle through sweat.

Therefore, a slender and frail figure is considered the standard figure for wizards.

Voldemort is definitely different from ordinary wizards at this time, so he is not as exaggerated as a muscular man, but when his robe is lifted up, he can still see the contours of his close-fitting muscles.

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Voldemort and Dumbledore looked at each other.

The old principal's slightly surprised look appeared on his face, while Voldemort directly pulled out his wand without any pause, and a green light went straight towards Dumbledore.

Old principal, you can't avoid it.

Because behind him are a group of little wizards.

So, he chose to wave his magic wand, and the next second, the bricks and stones on the ground seemed to come alive. Formed into a huge stone man.

The killing curse hit the stone man directly.

The huge power directly exploded the stone into pieces.

Crashed rubble flew everywhere.

"ah!"

With a scream, Umbridge was directly hit by a stone and flew out.

Her shocked pupils were completely dull.

There was no reaction at all.

She would never have thought that the wizard who took her out from the Death Eaters was actually Voldemort in disguise.

"Oh my God!"

Professor McGonagall was also quick.

She was shocked and reacted immediately.

Then they gathered around and drove the little wizard back to the castle.

Professor Sprout held up her wand to see if there was anything she could do to help.

Of course, she was more afraid of another Death Eater entering the castle at this time.

And Wenda - her face is completely different from the others.

She felt neither panic nor fear.

Instead, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, full of doubts.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He succeeded?

Faster than they imagined!

"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly. "Although your plan is perfect and attracts a lot of attention, but -"

"That's enough!" Voldemort said ferociously, with that disgusting face on his face. "You think you can still defeat me now!"

After that, he fired another fatal spell at Dumbledore.

But it missed.

In other words, he was thrown off the original track by Dumbledore's curse.

"Boom!"

A huge gap was blown out of the corridor outside the gate.

In the darkness, a flash of light was enough for people to see how huge the gap was!

Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand lightly, and the spell the wand shot this time was beyond imagination.

Even the little wizards hiding in the castle felt an unspeakable fear and annoyance.

In front of them, there was a thick oak door!

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield from thin air to resist the spell.

No spell could cause any visible damage to the shield, although the spell struck the shield with a low, gong-like sound - a strangely eerie sound.

"Your magic has become stronger again." Dumbledore said calmly, twitching the wand in his hand quickly, and several spells at tricky angles were directed towards Voldemort from all directions.

He continued walking towards Voldemort as if nothing in the world could scare him.

It's like nothing can stop him.

"When you entered your twilight years, I was as new as before." Voldemort fell asleep, his scarlet eyes narrowed into slits, and his whole face was full of excitement and wild laughter.

"I don't know who helped you, but -" Dumbledore still walked towards Voldemort, and his tone was soft, as if they were discussing problems in school.

It was like a dream that brought me back to yesterday, to that vibrant time.

That was a boy named Tom Riddle, and he would often ask him about some profound magical principles.

"Unknown malice has eroded your soul without you realizing it."

In the sky, the snow seems to be heavier again.

The battle between the two is not over yet.

The ground cracked and a fiery snake spewed out of Voldemort's mouth.

The thick fire snake raised its head high, its eyes full of violence.

The flames around it instantly melted the surrounding snow.

A lot of water mist evaporated.

Then, the fire snake spit out a letter, its crazy eyes filled with the aura of destruction, and immediately under the control of Voldemort, it attacked Dumbledore.

"No one can erode my soul, Dumbledore." Voldemort laughed in the firelight, "Not even you!"

His cold and crazy voice resounded in the ears of the young wizards throughout Hogwarts.

Everyone stood in front of the auditorium door in horror, listening to the battle just outside the door.

Many people never saw Voldemort's true face.

There were too many people just now.

Only Harry and the others at the front could see Voldemort's face.

"Put away your hypocrisy!" Voldemort directed the flames like a whip to launch fatal attacks on Dumbledore.

"I have completely defeated death." He seemed to be declaring, shouting loudly.

He raised his head high and the muscles in his cheeks twitched wildly.

He was in a frenzy.

But Voldemort like this made Dumbledore frown again and again.

He sighed, with a hint of hatred in his tone: "You still don't understand, and you can't understand, that there are things worse than death in this world——"

A golden shield appeared in front of Dumbledore, and blocked the flames again and again.

Then he waved his wand, and the gravel on the ground turned into reins, and they moved quickly towards Voldemort's legs and feet close to the floor.

On the other hand, he waved his wand vigorously and vigorously to attract Voldemort's attention.

In the blink of an eye, the snow water melted by the flames was mobilized, and they swallowed Voldemort in one gulp like a Kunpeng.

Along with his fiery serpent.

"呲呲呲~~~"

Fire and water merge.

A huge plume of water vapor rises.

In an instant, a black cocoon of rippling water enveloped Voldemort.

The reins underneath also took the opportunity to dip into the water, like a swimming snake, wrapping up Voldemort.

Tighten his hands and legs tightly.

Prevent it from casting spells.

In the shadow of the water prison, the vague figure of Voldemort shimmered and stood dimly.

It was obvious that he was struggling inside to escape the watery cocoon that was suffocating him.

Then, I heard a bang!

"enough!!!"

"boom!!!"

A huge magic shock wave instantly attacked everyone present.

Poor Umbridge just woke up and was knocked unconscious again.

Professor Sprout, with a pale face, supported his wand, barely able to withstand this terrifying shock wave.