days at Hogwarts

Voldemort's newborn skin was as pale as a stone statue, without any blood. He took a deep breath and ran his slender fingertips across his arms, neck and scalp. The free breathing and clear touch made him intoxicated, making him feel that he was alive. He had been dreaming about this breath for thirteen years. The fresh air was sucked into the new lungs, the chest swelled, and then it was all exhaled.

He stretched out his hand, and a wand flew out of Bellatrix's pocket. It was well maintained and as smooth as new.

"Owner……"

The robe of Bellatrix's broken arm was soaked with blood, her eyes were shining with excitement, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Voldemort raised his wand and danced in the air. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the wand. It was like the light of the moon reflected on the lake being picked up, floating in the air with bright waves, and then the silvery white strip of light twisted. It transformed into a human hand with slender fingers, as white as porcelain, shining brightly.

Under the gaze of everyone present, the white human hand fell down and fit into the bleeding wrist. The light converged and turned into silvery white. The interface was seamless, even more perfect than the original palm.

Loren glanced in surprise. This healing technique had traces of ancient magic, but the method of implementation was very simple. The remaining vitality in Voldemort's new body was used to fabricate the limbs, and there was something similar to the unicorn curse hidden in it.

Voldemort's vague will is hidden in the arm. Rather than being Bellatrix's new hand, it is better to say that it is Voldemort's wireless-controlled bionic hand. Normally he would obey Bellatrix's orders, but he could fall under Voldemort's control at any time.

Bellatrix was unaware of this, and gently scratched the stone base with her index finger. The gravel fell rustlingly, leaving a straight chisel mark. Her eyes became more fanatical, with tears of joy in her eyes:

"My master, thank you, thank you..."

"Your loyalty has never wavered, Bellatrix. You would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than abandon me. Now, I am back, and I will give you supreme glory and unimaginable rewards. "

Voldemort hissed softly, while holding her other hand, pushing her sleeve to her elbow, revealing the somewhat dim tattoo: "It's time for it to come back, they will all notice it, We'll see, we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger on the tattoo design, and the Dark Mark suddenly became clear. Thick ink rose to the surface of the skin, and venomous snakes spit out from the skull's mouth, making it pitch black.

……

Hogwarts, on the Quidditch referee's bench, Dumbledore responded to Principal Fontana's invitation to Hogwarts and Ilvermorny in a calm tone:

"For specific friendship-related matters, Vice Principal McGonagall will contact you after the competition, Ai Gilbert."

Principal Fontana was stunned for a moment: "Okay... okay."

It was obvious that this person was very interested in this plan a few days ago.

Dumbledore picked up the teacup that was still warm, took a gentle breath, and smelled the fresh smell of the amphorae leaf powder in the polyjuice potion. He felt that handling affairs and telling cold jokes like a principal was better than boiling potions all night. To tire yourself out.

The dark maze was still silent. Only the occasional faint light showed that the game was not over yet. The audience and referees were eagerly waiting.

At the edge of the stands, torches were burning quietly, and the bright yellow flames burned out residual images in the dark night, like liquid medicine made from a magic stone. The little wizards were tired of shouting and standing, but the place was not clear. The chattering sounds gathered together, and the evening wind from the direction of the forest on a midsummer night brought the sound of insects and birds chirping, making people's brains hurt.

Just before Dumbledore put down the tea cup in his hand, two quick and fast curses suddenly shot from the direction of the stands.

The radiance of magic illuminated the faces of the judges, and the pupils of pairs of eyes suddenly shrank. Sitting for a long time made them relax their vigilance. It was not until the magic spell fell next to them that they heard the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall chanting the spell. into the ear.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[The original shape appears]"

The quick and short beam of light penetrated Crouch's body, and his stature instantly shrank by a large margin. His originally well-tailored dress became wide and redundant, and his neatly combed short gray hair stood up and swayed. Pull it out long, and finally turn into a thick black hair.

Seeing a face that was somewhat similar to the young Barty Crouch, Karkaroff and Bagman were horrified and exclaimed in unison: "Little Barty Crouch!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over in a hurry. The old witch was wearing the cloak of the patrol. Two neat spells controlled the Death Eaters lurking inside the school. The dashing and heroic appearance of her youth was vaguely visible.

"The game continues, I have notified the Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall did not look panicked at all.

It finally begins...

Dumbledore nodded calmly and said, "Minerva and I will handle this matter. Please ask the referees and commentators to continue to maintain the order of the game. I will give everyone an explanation after the Goblet of Fire is over."

Ms. Maxim and Principal Fontana were slightly surprised, but said nothing and allowed Professor McGonagall to use the levitation spell to lift the petrified Barty Crouch Jr. and walk toward the castle with Dumbledore.

Bagman's round blue eyes kept moving. Thinking of the capital invested in this game, his eyes flickered a few times, but he made no other movements.

Karkaroff opened and closed his mouth. He tilted his head and stared at the two free spaces next to him. His expression became more complicated, and his anxiety and panic became more intense.

……

I don't know since when, the stars and moon have been hidden in the thick night. Dark clouds and mist are constantly gathering from all directions, hanging thickly above the head, making people breathless, as if the sky has become lower.

The black clouds continued to surge and accumulate, slowly outlining a somewhat familiar black shadow. A huge skull condensed into shape, and slowly spit out a twisted and twisted poisonous snake.

“How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?

“How many people would be foolish enough not to come?”

Voldemort had a proud look on his face, and his crimson-gleaming eyes scanned the dark cemetery. He paced back and forth between Harry and Bellatrix, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the bones of my father..." Voldemort's tone seemed to be teasing a dying pet, "How about I tell you about my family history? We have plenty of time. get along."

"He was a Muggle and an idiot... He abandoned my mother when she revealed her identity as a wizard..."

As a descendant of the Slytherin family, Merope Gaunt met the rich and handsome Muggle young master Tom Riddle on a sunny afternoon. After Gunter and his son were imprisoned, she used a love potion to successfully combine with her sweetheart.

The long-term relationship made Merope mistakenly believe that Riddle had true love for her. He removed the infatuation potion and voluntarily revealed his identity as a wizard, and was then abandoned... Merope hated magic from then on, and after giving birth to a child with difficulty, he was named Tom Horse. Volo Riddle himself died on New Year's Eve.

"Did you see that house?" Voldemort pointed to Riddle House on the hill in the distance. "That's not my home. I went back there later..."

This is the second time he has told this story. In the summer of 1943, Voldemort found out his life experience, returned to Little Hangleton, killed the Riddle family and put the blame on Morfin Gaunt...

Harry said nothing, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his wand lying quietly on the grass a few steps away.

"Ah, I'm a little sad..." Voldemort said softly, "But fortunately, my real family is back."

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks, and wizards were apparating in every dark place among the graves, behind the fir trees. They were all hooded and wearing bone masks.

Except for the last two figures who appeared, there was no cover on their faces. One was wearing a dark green robe, and the other was wearing an ill-fitting dress, with dripping blood oozing from his body.

Looking at the faces of the two people, the Death Eaters nearby were horrified and couldn't help but murmur:

"Barty Crouch Jr. and..."

"Severus Snape."