Hogwarts' new house

Little Barty laughed.

"Originally I just wanted to kidnap Kawen'er's son and force him to do a small favor. Unexpectedly, I also snuck in." He looked at the ancient town triumphantly. "Three days are enough for me to find the altar to resurrect the owner."

Looking at little Barty's clown-like face, Gu Zhen suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his mentality. Suddenly traveling through time, all kinds of magic dazzled people, and it was an indescribable feeling of novelty and fun.

Especially when he was forced by the sheepskin contract left by Foster to accept and complete tasks. Experiencing the life and death of magical animals in a dream again feels like playing a simulation game. Especially after Voldemort's soul was turned into a black crystal by Sivir in front of him, Guzhen ignored him even more, and even ignored him completely.

No, this is very wrong. There are living people in front of you. They are not mission bosses and will not stay there waiting for you to defeat them.

It was already a hostile relationship, why didn't you lead Dumbledore and Toad to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes first, and then kill him completely? Why did it take so many days as if it didn't happen?

This kind of game mentality will deceive yourself not only yourself, but little Anze was also deceived in this way. At least in the original work, at this time, both Voldemort and Barty Jr. are honest.

Gu Zhen took a deep breath and glanced at little Anze apologetically. The little guy huddled in his father's arms and seemed to be asleep.

Little Barty was still smiling unscrupulously: "I'm here, the master is resurrected haha"

"Resurrecting your uncle is called resurrection," a voice with gritted teeth cursed. The toad walked out of the void in pitch black, its tailcoat was blown into strips, and a small strip on its back was still burnt. cigarette.

He held a black diary with one paw, and the other paw reached into the diary and poked out a shadow.

Riddle struggled with a look of horror on his face, desperately trying to get back into the diary.

"Come out!" Toad slapped Riddle on the head with a round slap.

"You are really capable of blowing me up. If you are capable, come out and challenge me." The toad stepped on the diary with its hind feet, and plucked Riddle's hair with its front paws to pull him out.

Dumbledore walked out of the secluded forest with a smile and explained to the ancient town: "Tom's research on the altar is not good enough. He failed to blow up the Void Frog and instead blew up the altar to pieces. However, the resurrection of his memory is completely dependent on the altar. , after the altar was destroyed, he could only retreat into his diary."

"However, I am very curious." Dumbledore looked at Barty Jr.: "Voldemort is not a generous person. I can't imagine that he would allow a Horcrux to be resurrected when his main soul still exists."

After the Horcrux is resurrected, he becomes Tom Riddle in his youth, rather than the future Voldemort in essence. The resurrection of the Horcrux is more like a clone of a cloned body, and a clone of the soul.

The purpose of the Horcrux's existence has never been to resurrect. It is just a magical creation, a magical instrument that ensures the immortality of the subject's soul.

How could Voldemort have the kindness to dissipate his Horcrux and resurrect him?

"I don't believe you have put all your efforts into this. You came to Wintervale just to resurrect a Horcrux. What are you planning?" Dumbledore squinted his eyes, as if he could see through the soul, and stabbed Barty Jr. like a knife.

There was cold sweat on Little Barty's forehead, but his expression became even more excited. He was licking his tongue and his body was already trembling with excitement: "It's Dumbledore who was actually discovered. It's a pity. If the owner of the golden cup can also be resurrected, the two black men The Demon King will definitely be able to stop you and let the master return completely in Winter Valley."

"But it's good now. I already have the capital for resurrection. My mission is completed."

Little Barty was relieved and smiled cheerfully.

"You're stalling for time" Dumbledore frowned.

The ancient town of "Little Anze" suddenly woke up: "Toad, seal that child"

"It's too late." Little Barty smiled unscrupulously: "It's too late for you to realize. Master, he is coming back."

Toad slapped the diary aside, pushed his paw forward and wrapped a bubble in little Anze.

"Hey hey hey, do you know why I sewed up that child's eyes?" Little Barty said with a proud look on his face: "I'm not a pervert, how could I abuse a child? But the child's eyes are too pure and cannot hide the sharp gaze of the owner. "

Following his words, the sleeping little Anze suddenly screamed in fear, his little hands helplessly grabbed his back, and his little shirt was torn to pieces by him. There was a criss-cross wound on his back, diagonally slashing from his shoulders to his lower back. A face in the middle of the wound had gradually opened its eyes.

Voldemort with bald head and hollow nose

Little Barty bent down and saluted Voldemort: "I have met the master." He grinned at the others in the field: "Thank you for forcing me to summon Anze to the altar. It is a pity that the master of the Gold Cup can be released on the altar. , with two masters blocking it, the master will definitely be able to use the altar to swallow up the child's life force and resurrect him immediately."

Calvin stared at the face on Anze's back, and his breathing that had just calmed down suddenly started to gasp again. He knelt down to Guzhen and Dumbledore with a common voice: "Save him, save him. I am willing to go to Azkaban, and I will do anything to save him."

He didn't know what happened to his son, but it was definitely not a good thing. This man's face would kill his son. He was only three years old.

Dumbledore's hand holding the Elder Wand trembled slightly, and his breathing became heavier. He turned around and flicked the wand. Little Barty was knocked away with a bang, smashed a locust tree and fell to the ground, rolling several times. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he gritted his teeth and laughed: "It can't be saved. No one can save him. This is a curse cast by the master himself. It is neither real nor imaginary. You can't save him."

Little Anze's face was pale, and sweat was dripping down. He grabbed Calvin's face and groped back and forth: "Dad, Anze hurts, can Anze cry? If Anze cries, will they kill dad?"

"Yeah" Calvin held little Anze tightly in his arms and kept kowtowing to Dumbledore: "Professor, save him, save him."

Shouldn't a father refuse to save his son until he dies? Little Barty turned over and smiled arrogantly.

"Laugh at you, sir." Toad suddenly hit him in the face with a pipe and a pot, knocking him out with his half-open chin. Little Barty waved his tongue and screamed "Ahhh" but could not make a sound. He looked at Toad for a moment. Turned into panic.

"I can't save you. The title of Lord Frog is just for fun." Toad shook and shook off the rag strips he was wearing. His body suddenly became illusory, and he jumped into the air and ran into Xiao Anze's arms.