Son of Voldemort at Hogwarts

"Do you know who is harming us? Zell." Ugo, who had just been rescued by Zell, looked solemnly at the ruins in front of him.

Zell touched his chin and said, "It should be those people."

"I need you to help me." Ugo stared at Zell and said seriously, "They killed my brother, and I want revenge."

Zell did not answer him, but after pondering for a moment, he said, "Do you know what your brother's superpower is?"

Ugo was silent. He was not stupid. He knew what Zell wanted to express. After a moment, Ugo said: "My brother's power is S-power: Cursed Eye. I know, even my brother has I definitely can't beat someone who can't beat me, but I just don't want to give up like this, because he killed my brother and destroyed my family. I know that you are different from other six-year-old children. I know that you don't want to help me, but , no matter what, please help me, I am willing to pay any price."

"Who said I won't help you." Zeldu glanced at Ugo as if he was mentally retarded. "I mean you can definitely go to the Superpower Association for help."

"It's useless." Ugo shook his head and said: "Although I am the second young master of the Superpower Association, they only listen to my brother, because my brother is the legitimate chairman of the association, and I am just a Head of the Psychic Branch." Ugo smiled bitterly, "They have long been unhappy with us two brothers, and they should take this opportunity to ignore us."

Zell smiled: "Who said you want to announce your brother's death? Don't forget there is me."

Ugo: Σд;

A dividing line with a plan

"Mr. Damia, may I ask what's going on?" said an old man with white hair at the conference table.

"If you want to say what's going on, shouldn't you know best?" Damia sneered, "Is the safety inspection in the Superpower Association that bad? How dare people know the real address of my home."

"You are slandering." A middle-aged man stood up and said, "Wouldn't you think that your friends would know the real address of your home and reveal it to others?"

"Of course, Uncle Cooper," Damia said, "My head is not a decoration. I can be sure that we are the only ones who know the real address of my home."

"That means there is a traitor here?" A middle-aged woman said in a bad tone.

"Oh, I'm not sowing discord, Aunt Hickman." Damia kept tapping her index finger on the table, "I just want some people to pay the price."

Nick Cooper said: "Damia, we all know that your brother is very sad when you die, but please calm down."

Damia sneered, "Maybe I'm a little uncool, but I hope you can give me an explanation on this matter."

"Do you know what you are talking about, Damia," Cooper said, "You are challenging our bottom line."

"Oh? Really? Nick Cooper," Damia took off the sunglasses she had been wearing, revealing a pair of onyx eyes, "but as far as I know, the name of the organization that attacked me is the Holy Lord. , the mark is a black dragon head, and he is also the murderer of my parents."

Nick Cooper shook his body inadvertently, but Gil Kaufman, the old man, did not look at Cooper and said very seriously: "Is it the organization that disappeared decades ago?"

"I'm afraid so, Grandpa Kaufman," Damia said. "It seems that you are much smarter than Cooper. This is evidence." Damia knew very well that this group of people would not believe it without seeing the evidence. Throwing dozens of photos on the table, they all showed the mark carved on the back of the bodies of those who attacked.

Kaufman's hands holding the photos were shaking after seeing these marks. The people at the conference table were a little more serious. Everyone had participated in the war decades ago, and they were very fond of this organization. It's familiar.

Damia looked at the serious atmosphere and smiled slightly: "It seems that we are going to unite the front."

A trembling dividing line

"Is this true?" A blond girl looked at the notice in her hand and asked the man next to her in disbelief. "Why is the organization so crazy that we dare to call them back together?"

The man also looked at the notice in his hand and frowned. "I remember the last time we were recruited was decades ago. Could it be that organization again? It's really troublesome, isn't it." The man hugged the woman next to him.

"Yeah, it's really troublesome, and so are these people." The woman pouted dissatisfiedly.

Another dividing line with nothing to do

"Huh?" A red-haired man looked at the notice in his hand and laughed wildly, "It seems there is another fight this time. Damn it, bitch, why did you hit me?"

"That organization has become rampant again, why don't you be so happy?" A yellow-haired woman held a pan and said very unkindly.

"Huh? Is it possible that I still have to be sad?" The red-haired man touched his head, "That's right. Traces of that organization were found again this time. It should have been paid for with another human life."

"Alas~" The yellow-haired woman expressed that she was very tired.

At the same time, superpowers from various places were rushing towards the headquarters non-stop.

A dividing line with water characters

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at the reports from various places and said with a smile: "It seems we are about to start taking action, right, Green." The man looked at the blond man in the shadow of the corner and said.