I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Unbearable flashed in her eyes, and she asked, "How did you survive?"

Reaching out to touch the nail on her face, Narcissa couldn't even believe that it was her sister.

Although crazy, Bellatrix was once a beauty, not the monster she is now.

"Resentment is the driving force for my survival." Bellatrix seemed to be immersed in a gentle land.

She leaned against her sister and talked about this time.

Voldemort used a very ancient form of dark magic to treat Bellatrix, albeit keeping the person alive.

But he also became less and less human.

Voldemort went to liquidate those traitors.

Voldemort, whose soul has returned, seems to have regained his IQ, hibernating, and contacting those dark creatures.

Originally, the Malfoy family was under liquidation.

But Narcissa used the flying cicada that belonged to the Black sisters to send a message, which made Voldemort change his mind.

Probably remembering Narcissa's previous contribution to instigating a rebellion against the house elf in Black's old house, he gave her a chance.

"Oh, my Sissy, my sister, you won't betray us, will you?"

The pitiful little Bellatrix caressed Narcissa's face.

"Bella," Narcissa said, "I have something to tell the Dark Lord."

"About that thing hidden in Hogwarts." Narcissa didn't finish.

Bellatrix's expression changed, and she put the sharp wand against Narcissa's neck.

Bellatrix seemed to be crazy, half crying and half laughing: "Sissy, you must do something to make me believe you."

"What do you want to do?" Narcissa curled her fingers around a wand under the table.

Bellatrix said frantically: "I have a mission, and you will definitely help me, right, Sissy?"

The sharp tip of the staff stung Narcissa's skin, and her heart sank.

Because her hand holding the wand was wrapped around a cold, slender green snake.

Narcissa had no choice now.

She slowly released her wand, nodded and said, "I'll help you."

Bellatrix was back to her pitiful self.

…

Chapter 424 Durmstrang’s new principal

night.

The fortune-telling bird flew out from behind the curtain of rain.

The puddle created by the rain was stepped on by a big foot.

The muddy water splashed onto the man's robe.

But he didn't care about that much.

On his thin chin, a wet goatee sticks to his neck.

The panicked people ran into the wild woods.

One figure after another passed by the tree trunk, making the man extremely frightened.

"No, don't," thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, revealing the man's face.

A tall, thin man with white hair.

The robes on his body were full of stains, he clutched the wand tightly in his hand, and his face was full of fear.

"Please, please let me go."

Igor Karkaroff.

Headmaster of Durmstrang.

Former Death Eater.

Now, he is like a lost dog being chased outside.

The rain fell on him, making him extremely embarrassed.

"Karkaroff."

The delicate voice is like calling an old friend.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

The dark night explodes with white light.

Karkaroff was horrified to find three people appearing ten meters away.

They wore black coats that blended in with the night, just like the reapers of death.

The rain was blocked by the black hat.

After the white light dimmed, Karkaroff took action in that direction.

The light of the curse streaked across the night sky, causing a tree to be blown open.

But there was no one there just now.

"Who are you?" Karkaroff yelled like a madman.

"We only serve the strong."

"Boom——!"

A thunder snake struck a tall tree in the distance, and Karkaroff realized that the sound was not far from him.

At some point, it appeared less than two meters in front of him.

Face to face, Karkaroff couldn't believe it.

The light disappeared again as the thunder and lightning disappeared.

Instead, there were only three green lights in the night.

After the green light.

"Morsmordre"

There is a Dark Mark hanging in the sky.

When Karkaroff was found, his hands and feet were cold and his body had no vital signs.

There is a line of words carved on the tree trunk it leans against.

"This is the consequence of betrayal. Those who oppose me, be afraid."

Rough old hands stroked the tree trunk, and the old man with a broom beard frowned.

"It's him," the old man said with disbelief in his eyes, "Voldemort, he appears here."

The Auror looked solemn and looked around for traces.

The old man looked at the man standing behind the Auror and asked, "Mr. Edgar, your family knows dark magic best."

Prejudicial words could not shake Ludwig's calm. He came over and took a look at Karkaroff's body.

"Avada Kedavra." Ludwig said the conclusion that frightened the old man. "Yelefan, there are traces of a chase. He is not alone."

Yalefan is the old man's name.

Yalefan grabbed his beard irritably, "This is impossible, he is left alone."

"There is a crazy woman beside him," Ludwig's expression remained unchanged, "We all saw Karkaroff's fear some time ago."

"Yes I know."

Even if you want to deny it, the facts are before your eyes.

Even if Yalefan is unwilling to accept it, he still needs to understand one thing.

The Dark Lord might be nearby.

An owl flew down from the sky. Ludwig took it and was about to open it, but Yalefan roughly took it away.

"Principal Durmstrang?" Yalefan's eyes widened, "When did this happen?"

"The principal of Durmstrang abandoned the school and ran away," Ludwig explained good-naturedly, "and the school board extended an invitation to me."

"They actually let you go." The beard on the broomstick was blown up, and Yalefan's eyes were as wide as bells. "This is an irresponsible behavior. The evil Edgar should not be in that position!"

“You can talk to the school board about that.”

Ludwig's expression darkened, "It's time to return the things to me."

Yalefan gasped and finally handed the thing back.

"I'll talk to them."

He made a threat and left with the bodies of Auror and Karkaroff.

Ludwig looked at the letter in his hand and muttered to himself inexplicably: "My powers are vast."

After taking a deep look at the carvings on the tree trunk, he turned and left.

…

"The former principal of Durmstrang died, and the person who cannot be named took action"

Newspapers flew into every household in the magical world.

The newspaper delivery owl flew over Privet Drive and was about to deliver the newspaper.

The snowy owl fell from the sky and kicked the owl away and snatched the newspaper.

John saw Basil flying over with the newspaper and was used to his domineering behavior.

While reading the newspaper, he was drinking Mrs. Wick's hand-ground coffee.

Watson, wearing a tie, asked the wizard chess king who looked like him in front of the mirror, "How about this?"

"Very handsome," the wizard chess king gave a thumbs up, "I hope the little girls on the street won't be stunned by his handsomeness."

Wearing a red checkered tie, Watson came to the table to eat.

He also held a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand. If it weren't for the fact that conditions didn't allow, he would have wanted to buy an owl.

These newspapers are much more interesting than the Muggle ones.

"Who is that Igor Karkaroff?" Watson asked like a curious baby, "and what are the Death Eaters?"

John took a bite of the sandwich and said in a way that Watson could understand: "The principal of a school used to join a terrorist organization. Later, he was killed by the terrorist organization in retaliation for betraying his boss."

"There are still terrorists in the wizarding world?" Watson was eye-opening.

He saw the popularity of "I Swing the Sword at Hogwarts" and asked John to buy a set for himself to check out when buying textbooks.

John responded casually, and the way father and son get along is amazing.

Mrs. Wick looked at her husband and son amusedly, then looked up at the wall clock, and reminded: "The time is coming."

When Watson saw that there were still ten minutes left, he hurriedly stuffed the food into his mouth, took a sip of milk and ate it.

"I'm sorry, things in the hotel have been in trouble recently. I can't accompany you to go shopping." Watson walked to his wife for a while and then left in a hurry.

John looked at the blushing face of his mother, Mrs. Wick, and silently pulled the newspaper higher to cover his somewhat broken expression.

On a whim, Watson wanted to buy textbooks with his son.

But at this critical point, there were some problems in the hotel that needed to be solved by him personally, so he had to promise to send John to school.

After breakfast, John got into the car driven by Mrs. Wick.

In fact, he could teleport directly there, but just think of it as relaxing with Mrs. Wick.

Looking at the pattering rain outside the window, some thoughts flashed through John's eyes.