The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

"Dumbledore will negotiate with us?"

Lucius didn't know the old man well enough either.

"Of course he will. He has wanted to do this countless times. It's just that I didn't want to talk to him before."

After Dumbledore rejected Tom as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and threw him out of Hogwarts into the wizarding world alone, Tom was completely disappointed with the old man. The most common slogan he used to form the Death Eaters was What is mentioned is the "real family". Tom, before his soul was split and before he was distorted by excessive abuse of black magic, although he was cruel and cold-blooded, he also cared for these fellow Death Eaters from the bottom of his heart.

The Parseltongue also craves genuine recognition, and of course, admiration and fear fascinate him as well.

"Tom has passed. Now the leader of the Death Eaters is me, Neo. You may not understand this, but Lucius, I now ask you to invite Dumbledore to meet with me again. The location will be arranged by Dumbledore. , the time will be tonight."

"After we meet, tell Dumbledore... that I want to give him peace."

Lucius did not delay, he immediately nodded and turned to leave. As for Quirrell, who was more suitable for this task, seeing that he was still shivering, Neo opened the notebook.

Page [-], [Ancient Magic, Love, Soul Completion Plan].

"You need to put some oil on the clockwork that is about to rust again. Dumbledore is so scared at the slightest threat. If he is asked to send invitations to Grindelwald in the future, he will be paralyzed on the floor... ..”

Thinking of being able to conduct crucial research again, Neo was no longer sleepy. Sure enough, power and struggle were just adjustments in the Dark Lord's life, and magic had to play the main theme.

"Quirinas, come, let's go to the laboratory together. You look so bad. I'm very worried about your health."

On Neo's index finger, the rough ring lit up with a black light.

Quirrell stopped shaking immediately. He showed a mournful face and muttered "Everyone obeys the master" and "Master Neo's orders..."

"Dumbledore seems to have damaged his brain, or maybe Tom's previous methods were too rough and the sequelae started to explode?"

The two of them walked down the stairs. Dobby was hunched over, standing outside the door of the wooden house that had been temporarily transformed into a laboratory. In the room, George covered his face with a golden copy of "The Origin of Goblins" and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lying on the floor, the sun was warm, so he fell asleep.

Fred occupied the only chair. At this time, he was taking down the alchemical structure diagrams about gold galleons that Neo had drawn on the shelf and spreading them out one by one. He didn't even notice that the door was opened. He just rubbed his fingers contentedly, looking like he needed a beating.

As for the research materials on wands that Dobby had given them just now, Neo found that they were neatly stacked on the experimental table beside them, without moving.

Neo frowned. He tolerated the two naughty children's slightly outrageous mischief, but he couldn't bear to see the two of them taking care of the weeds in the yard, allowing their shining talents to run around in humble and funny directions.

If they can grow according to their wishes, at least they can grow into tall whomping willows, and at worst, they can grow into difficult devil's vines...

"Fred, do you like money?"

"Of course, who doesn't like those shiny things... Oh, Neo, here you come, wait a minute, I found these drawings are dusty, and I am about to dust them clean..."

Fred turned his head and saw Neo standing at the door with a calm expression, with Professor Quirrell with a cold expression behind him. He immediately hurriedly rolled up the drawings in front of him one by one.

He had known Neo for only a day, and knew that this little boy had a strict style in magic research. When he was waiting for someone to make a wand, he had been furious with the two brothers for their procrastination more than once, but the two of them had already been under Jasmine's mother's He developed a ruthless character under the stick, but he didn't dare to prick him even once.

When Neo was angry, they always felt that they were being targeted by some kind of bloodthirsty beast. Their intuition was so strong that it was very similar to Snape's discovery that Gryffindor's little wizard blew up the cauldron.

"You can't become the next Nick Mellor by being obsessed with vulgarity..."

Before Lucius and Azkaban, Neo had actually experienced the hard life of a pawnbroker for a few days. At that time, Quilo's savings alone were not enough to pay for the materials for his basic research, but now Neo is qualified to say this, even though he knows that the characters of these two brothers have been shaped by being dragged to the limit by their poor families for more than ten years.

We are keen on laughter and happiness because we know very well that power and wealth are far away from us from birth.

The consequence of being dissatisfied is that nothing can be changed except living like his brother Patsy.

"Haha, Neo, you are a great alchemist like Nick Mellor to compare with little wizards like us... But as for prank props, I might become the next Fred Mayer. Le Weasley, oh... Speaking of which, how did you know I was Fred, Neo? From the first day, you never missed me and George's names..."

George made an exaggerated and weird laugh. He was changing this somewhat sad topic. Naive children always talk about their ideals very loudly, while precocious ones are afraid of hearing such topics.

"Did you discover any secret marks on our faces that neither George nor I know? Is it a mole or a wrinkle..."

Neo laughed.

"You and George have different numbers of hairs. Yours is an odd number and his is an even number."

"Oh, Merlin's beard, you are like this again, tell me where you saw it!"

The book on George's face slid to the floor, and he pretended to sleep for a while.

Am I going to tell you that since the second meeting, I have tampered with your wands?

"You think this is a joke?" Neo grimaced, "I have a very low tolerance for doubts from ignorant people, so as a little uninvited lesson for you, I hope you will thank me!"

He raised his hand, and the ring emitted two black lights, hitting the twin brothers almost at the same time. Their faces still maintained expressions of shock, and their bodies fell to the floor in a daze.

Quirrell's eyelids twitched, and he realized that the two of them were still breathing. Then he looked at his master with a strange expression. He was able to do something to children. Lord Voldemort became more and more violent.

"It's your turn, Quirinus, lie down on the experimental table."

Quirrell found that his body was suddenly out of control. No matter how much he wanted to squat down, hold his head and beg for mercy, it still walked step by step towards the wooden table covered with white cloth, and he still lay down on it.

Facing Quirrell's shaking eyes, Neo pressed his wand against his forehead.

"This is the first time I've used this set of spells on someone, but it's not a big problem. Don't worry, you won't die. Call the gods to guard you!"

At the same time, a wand was held in Dobby's hand. Goblins cast spells without the need for spells, but the wand can have a huge increase. The Ministry of Magic clearly stipulates that no wizard is allowed to touch the wand for house elves or goblins.

Neo naturally took it as bullshit.

"Dobby, Legilimency, do as I ask!"