The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

Once Neo showed his strength, things went much smoother.

The dementors all flew out from behind the hiding clouds and lay flat in the air, not daring to raise their heads higher than Neo's toes.

The Death Eaters also returned to the dark and decaying tower in an orderly manner. They were no longer noisy as before, but their eyes were wandering and their minds were floating.

It seems that these people still have to take time to accept the changes in their appearance.

"Brothers and sisters, during these years, I miss the days when you were with me very much, you know..."

Neo closed the notebook. The purpose of his trip was mainly focused on these guys, so his smile was so real and full of sadness.

"Great Master, well... I will always recall the care you gave me. Even the dementors have not taken away my love for you..."

In the crowd, an unkempt witch stretched out her paws in excitement.

It would be very rude to interrupt the leader when he is talking.

"Cruciate."

Neo raised his hand, pointed the bird-snake wand, and immediately fell silent.

"Who is she and how dare you interrupt me?"

"She is Bellatrix Lestrange, your most ardent... admirer..."

Lucius stood up and explained.

The platinum man had a strange look of surprise on his face when he spoke. You must know that there have been some gossips about Voldemort among the Death Eaters. The heroine is Bellatrix. Objectively speaking, she looked harmonious when she was young. She has a pretty good temperament... although this witch has always had a husband, and her husband Rodolphus is still standing not far from her at this time.

Neo recalled slightly and suddenly felt that he was unclean.

"Adoration is the furthest emotion from understanding. I don't want you to worship me. That will make your heart far away from me..."

Neo retracted his wand very naturally. As he spoke, he walked into the crowd and elegantly lifted Bella from the ground, who was lying on the stone.

After dodging the opponent's claws that wanted to hug his calf, he immediately turned around and came to another ugly, short, bald, and vulgar wizard.

Personality worship is too stupid. In the long run, it will hinder the progress of the team's thinking. Neo must reverse it, and the Death Eaters must learn more positive things.

For example: Magic is power!

"Peter, you must understand me. Come on, tell me why you left the hypocritical Order of the Phoenix and chose to join us, this harmonious and friendly family of Death Eaters?"

There was no blood scab on Peter Pettigrew's head, and the Aurors gave him simple treatment. Of course, the ugly scars still remained on his bald forehead.

When Neo looked at him, he trembled all over.

Why did I betray the Order?

Peter looked down at Neo's wand hanging from the side of his robes and swallowed.

"Why...I...because, because I understand your great...noble pursuit, so I am willing to serve you..."

He bent down as he spoke, and Neo was surprised to find that the dwarf could actually make his body shorter.

"That's good, what else?"

Neo encouraged.

Peter Pettigrew thought he was a little clever, but at this moment his mind was still at a loss. He had no idea why Voldemort would throw the question at him.

As one of the last batch of people to join the Death Eaters and from Gryffindor, Peter was not familiar with the people present, and he had not made any contribution to resurrecting Voldemort.

Neo chose him, of course, because of his extremely high survival wisdom.

"And...you can lead us to glory...Long live the purebloods!"

Peter Pettigrew raised a hand.

Even such anti-intellectual slogans were shouted out, but what was even more helpless was that the Death Eaters present just followed this trick. Dozens of arms were raised high, including Lucius.

They gathered under this idea when they were young. At that time, their thoughts may not have been mature enough, their ability to discern was low, and they did not have a firm will. But when these people wantonly harmed others for this idea, they set off a war with the entire British magical world. After the war, he was imprisoned in a desperate place like Azkaban for many years.

No matter how stupid your words are, they can be beaten by pain into an unbreakable belief.

If pure blood is not noble, then what is the meaning of war and what is the meaning of my own tragedy over the years? People need a sense of existence and purpose.

From fighting for ideals at first, to fighting just to stand up.

All large-scale wars in history have evolved from noble to despicable, almost in this process.

Neo looked at everyone and nodded with satisfaction, their morale could be used.

"Peter, although you don't fully understand my thoughts, it is very rare. So, let me just add a few words here..."

"We have all experienced some sad situations over the years, yes, including me. From the original high glory, the Death Eaters fell to the throne, our bodies were soaked in blood, and our souls were covered with scars. Today, in this On this rare day when we are reunited, you may ask..."

"Where is our future?"

Neo paused here deliberately, waiting for the group of people in front of him to express their demands, which was their most direct wish after being released from prison.

In the days to come, once these guys start to numb their souls with cruelty and disguise their emotions with cunning, it will not be so easy for me to pry into their thoughts.

"We should counterattack the Ministry of Magic immediately!" The speaker was a former Auror.

"Counterattack the Ministry of Magic!" Another Auror.

"Ministry of Magic!" There are quite a few Aurors who were imprisoned alive...

"Kill Dumbledore!"

There are also some wild-minded students who want to kill the principal. This kind of emotion seems to be difficult to resolve in both the Eastern and Western education systems.

"Kill Harry Potter!"

Does this guy know what he's talking about? Death Eaters are starting to scare even children?

"Kill all Muggle wizards and half-bloods!"

Quirrell frowned. He was a half-blood, and these words sounded harsh.

His speech became more and more arrogant, and the bottom line of human nature disappeared from the moment he spoke.

The crowd was in chaos, and everyone's emotions gradually evolved into a desire for destruction.Rather than trying to kill anyone, these guys simply want to destroy everything.

They are all good seeds needed by the training base for anti-humanity fighters.

Finally, Neo stretched out his arms, raised his wand high, and let out a shout that overwhelmed the entire audience.

"Then let us destroy this world and kill all life, from wizards to Muggles, from goblins to magical animals, flowers and plants..."

"Burn the earth to ashes, cover the sky with dark clouds, dry up the ocean, and everything will end!"

"If you take your own life in the end, there will be nothing left to pursue anyway!"

Everyone was stunned immediately, this... We just want to kill the guys we don't like, and at the same time take back the power that should belong to us, we are not that crazy...

Neo looked down upon these tough talkers with disdain.

"I have many ways to destroy everything I see in front of me, but the question is, do you have any way to rebuild them?"

"Pure blood is supreme, but there must be a stepping stone underneath it!"

"Don't you still understand?"

"The king needs nobles and knights, but also untouchables and slaves!"

Such an idea that deviated from the trend of history was shouted out by Neo as a matter of course. He did not expect these idiots to learn what revolution and progress were. It was enough for them to know where their wands pointed.

The Death Eaters were all shocked by his impassioned speech.

Neo touched the ring on his index finger and was very satisfied with his eloquence.

Then start issuing orders.

"Then, if you have no doubts, let us take the first step and build a royal capital, our holy city, starting from Azkaban at our feet!"

"Ooh, long live Voldemort!"

Peter was the first to raise his hand again, and everyone immediately found where they were from the trance.

They raised their wands and pointed at the ground in front of them.

Transfiguration, Transfiguration, Transfiguration...

There are things you can do, and your bloated brain will be free from random thoughts.