The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

Peter and the others were finally able to come ashore from the sea, and Bella and others also ended their punishment. They all believed that they were enveloped by gifts.

Dobby first counted the number of people who were alive, and then dispersed the dementors. The evening sun rarely stayed at the junction of sea and sky, casting a scarlet glow on the platform of this eerie castle.

At this time, against the light, Neo walked out of the laboratory and bowed slightly in front of everyone. Dobby beside him immediately cast a spell and summoned a clear spring for him to wash the blood on his hands.Neo was only Dobby tall, but when he muttered to himself, all the Death Eaters unconsciously wanted to lower themselves lower than his line of sight, but they did not dare to go too low for fear of Little things make this person unhappy.

“Today’s research was very fruitful!”

"Hey, I have gained so much through practice... Sure enough, it is far better to just talk on paper and work behind closed doors than to take a few steps in the field of knowledge in person. The mud is also a lesson, and the wheat ears are even more rewards... ..It's a pity that I can't often come across such reasonable experimental materials... Looking back on what I did before, after all, I still... felt a trace of guilty conscience. It hurts. I have to remember this. This feeling, as human beings, we should always respect life!"

"Therefore, all future test materials must be based on the principles of chance, no intentionality, no waste, and no false mercy. This is the bottom line of ethics. Don't throw it away casually!"

Neo soothed his guilty heart for a while, then shook off the spring water in his hand that was as pure as his quality, and used a floating spell from the pocket of the experimental suit to take out a pile of questionable quality...with blood and oil still coming out. leather scroll...

No matter how you look at them, they are all freshly made!As a senior Death Eater, his eyesight was not bad. Some people were daunted, while others were even more excited.

"Xingxing Ugly, why can't I be satisfied with you?"

Neo frowned and scolded a few words.

"Everyone gets one."

"Fill in the form carefully according to the content on it!"

"Your work efficiency is too low. With more than 50 people, it takes so long to build a castle. If we expect you, a group of undisciplined, impulsive, and thoughtless wastes to achieve the goal of pure-blood supremacy, I guess I have to go to Newmongar. Germany and Grindelwald are neighbors!"

Dobby quickly distributed the stack of scrolls, but in the end he found that there was one more scroll, and it looked at Neo in confusion.

"You write too!"

Dobby was immediately excited... well, the elves were equally scared and excited.

Soon, a group of neither humans nor ghosts were squatting on the platform, looking at the unfolded scrolls. They were all of the same style, and there were not many content items on them.

In the column of spells they are good at, most people have written one or more of the three unforgivable curses, and the rest are all kinds of black magic that are so evil that they are outrageous.

Transfiguration, potions, runes, alchemy, herbalism... and other categories, this is what Neo values ​​more.

Fortunately, many of these senior Death Eaters have been trained by Tom since they were students. Not to mention how proficient in academics other than black magic, Slytherin is, after all, better than Gryffindor. A group of anti-intellectuals whose noble pursuit is the Quidditch trophy should be a little smarter.

It was the remaining two items that made everyone hesitate.

The amount of Gringotts deposit... Why does the great Dark Lord care about vulgar Galleons?

It's okay to make such a wild guess, but it just adds a little more doubt.

But the last one made everyone feel a little cold on their backs.

"Are you willing to dedicate yourself to your lofty ideals and make sacrifices and contributions to the progress of British wizarding civilization... Bracket: For example, serve as a living volunteer for magic research."

All Death Eaters firmly believe that they can sacrifice their lives and blood for the cause of the Dark Lord, and they are absolutely not afraid of death.

But they touched their hearts and had to tell the truth. If they had to die, they would prefer the death to be a little more passionate, preferably sudden and hard for people to react to.

And lying on that table...

Everyone looked past the darkness behind Neo and looked at the temporarily transformed square table in the cell, stained with blood, minced meat, and white, yellow, and pink suspicious objects.

That is not the treatment we brave warriors deserve!

Everyone stared at each other, drifting around, feeling uneasy...until Neo explained to everyone with a smile.

"Don't worry about the last one, just scribble it casually when writing."

All the Death Eaters breathed a sigh of relief and wrote down satisfactory numbers after the previous Gringotts deposit amount.

Neo slowly turned around, his teeth chattering. No one took the initiative to check the last box. His ideological awareness was so poor... Wait, something was wrong. He turned his head and glanced at a picture floating in the air. The parchment, it shakes and dodges, as if to say, you can't see me, you can't see me.

That bastard Dobby didn't even check the box!

"Okay, hand over the written scroll."

With a wave of Neo's magic wand, it was like Hogwarts sorting, dividing everyone's scrolls into four areas according to the written content, and then each claimed their position and took their positions again.

"The first group, those who know alchemy, will start to decorate the castle and create three areas: living, research, and combat. Your task is very heavy. For the time being, I will let everyone help you and be coordinated by you."

"The second group, those who have a basic knowledge of potions and herbs, write a list of tools and materials, and give it to Dobby to purchase, and arrange the greenhouses and alchemy rooms in the castle. We are going to build Azkaban into a A fully functional city, if you don’t understand the planning of this area, you will copy the Hogwarts system..."

"The third group, those who are good at fighting, practice diligently and restore all your qualities to me. Soon, we will have a big move in the British magical world!"

Unsurprisingly, this sentence lit up the restless hearts of the Death Eaters. They had been tortured all day today to the point of death. They felt almost all aggrieved at the moment, but they did not dare to express it to Neo. Some of them People almost started to waver in their ideas, feeling that the leaders they followed were too inhumane. After all, they and others had made contributions to the organization and suffered for the master, why should they be treated like this...

Bah, a bunch of shameless beasts are talking about respect, Neo laughed.

"I can finally leave this damn place..."

"I've had enough, I've had enough, I don't want to hear the sound of the water anymore!"

As expected, these guys soon started to convulse again. They were a group of violent maniacs who had no enthusiasm at all for construction. The painting plan of the Holy City seemed a bit of a failure at first glance, but whoever Neo is, he can make a wand. Take hundreds of pages of notes, not to mention such a big thing as the Death Eaters' arrangements.

"You have to understand what this Azkaban represents. It will be your safest shelter, especially in the days when I am not around..."

Neo raised his hand and everyone was confused again.