Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

"Oh, dear, you are such a disappointment to me, Tom."

Suddenly, a hoarse and old voice was heard, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, coming from the wooden stairs on the left.

The tone was clearly Peter's, but the sound was not made by him.

At this moment, the body named Peter was lying quietly on the ground, accompanied by another body.

Voldemort twitched his nose slightly.

Snakes have a keen sense of smell, and Voldemort, who was born into the Parseltongue family of Gaunt, has a sense of smell that surpasses that of ordinary people, far better than when he borrowed the body of old Barty Crouch just now.

His eyes were fixed on the figure at the staircase, who was tightly wrapped in a black hood.

At this moment, Voldemort finally understood where the faint stench of corpse came from in the short few seconds since his resurrection.

If the stench of old Barty Crouch's corpse was just the smell of an ordinary rotting corpse, then the stench now was like the smell of old bacon that had been dried for thousands of years.

Obviously, this body is Hailpo's trump card, and it is also one of the powerful bodies he has accumulated during his thousand years of living in exile.

Such a corpse is enough to allow this thousand-year-old ghost to exert almost 100% of his combat power, becoming the strongest person in the world who is on par with Dumbledore.

Seeing the appearance of this corpse, Voldemort felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He immediately understood that Hailbo had obviously been on guard against him and had made careful arrangements in advance.

At this moment, Voldemort felt as if he had fallen into an inescapable trap and could hardly break free from the other party's control.

However, he did not give in easily and made a quick decision in his mind.

Through the special connection between souls, Voldemort sent an urgent message to other Horcruxes around the world.

【Be careful of Helbo! 】

This connection between souls is extremely fast and almost unstoppable.

According to Voldemort's original plan, this message should have been sent to his other self on the other side of the ocean, after all, there was a powerful opponent like Dumbledore.

And there should be no trace of Helbo there.

But surprisingly, there was not just one message sent, but one more!

What’s even more shocking is that the direction this extra message points to... is Hogwarts!

Voldemort had no time to be surprised or sigh, because Herbo had already lost his patience.

He raised his right hand, which was dry and withered like tree bark, pointed at Voldemort and chanted a spell: "Phoos". (φ?o?, Ancient Greek - Sunshine)

As the spell sounded, a scorching, dazzling light shot out like lightning, its speed even exceeding Voldemort's reaction speed!

In the blink of an eye, the ray of light had pierced straight through the Killing Curse that Voldemort had recast, and continued forward, severely burning his right hand.

This right hand is the brand new arm that Voldemort got when he was resurrected!

However, at this moment, it and the magic wand turned into ashes in the face of this mysterious and powerful light.

At this moment, Voldemort's heart was filled with fear and despair. He realized that he was too weak and could not resist such an attack at all.

He wasn't worried about dying again.

It was obvious that Hailbo was addicted to using him. After all, the potion that helped him resurrect was brewed by Hailbo himself.

Although he would not die, it was foreseeable that the young Voldemort was destined to live in humiliation.

The thought of his ugly appearance being seen by Dumbledore and the Ancient Demon King made him

The young Voldemort couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and anger.

"do my best!"

Now that his life was no longer in danger, the young Voldemort made up his mind to fight to the death with this old man who manipulated him at will.

Although he was weak at this moment, he at least had a body and could be considered a legendary wizard.

As long as we can cause a certain amount of damage to Hailbo, it will be considered a victory.

However, before the final battle, he was careful and sent more information to the Horcruxes in the direction of Hogwarts.

He knew very well that he had no hope of becoming the real Dark Lord, but he did not want the name Voldemort to be inherited by his obviously mentally ill self.

So he placed all his hopes on the last Horcrux to be born - Harry Potter.

After finishing all this, he once again harnessed his magic power.

He formed seals with his left hand... cough cough cough, and made hand gestures instead of a magic wand, condensing new magic to attack Helbo Bacon wrapped in a black hood.

His left hand danced like a nimble butterfly, and with each gesture, the magic power in his body condensed a little more.

These magical powers intertwined and merged with each other, and finally gathered into a powerful magical torrent, which streaked through the night sky like a bright meteor and headed straight towards the target.

At this moment, Haierbo Larou on the other side was also not to be outdone. His face hidden under the black hood could not be seen clearly, but from the dark power that was constantly gathering in his hands, one could feel his determination.

At the moment when the young Voldemort launched the attack, he also reacted quickly. He waved his right hand, and a deep black curse magic came into being, and he counterattacked towards the opponent with lightning speed.

The two dark curse magics, one in front and one behind, were like two ferocious dragons, meeting each other in mid-air.

They collided with each other, making a dull sound, and the whole house seemed to be shaking, with vases and bookshelves constantly falling to the ground.

However, surprisingly, these two powerful forces did not produce the expected violent explosion, but dissipated into nothingness at the same time after a brief stalemate.

A glimmer of excitement flashed in the eyes of the young Voldemort.

"There's a show!"

......

At the same time, Harry, who was far away, felt a little uneasy. This strange feeling made him feel uneasy, as if an invisible force was pulling at his thoughts.

He tried hard to find the reason, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out.

In desperation, he decided to put aside his doubts for the time being and returned to the dormitory to discuss what happened today with his good friend Neville.

This afternoon, there was shocking news on campus - Rufus Scrimgeour and Dolores Umbridge had swapped positions!

The former was promoted from director to deputy minister, while the latter returned to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as director.

This sudden personnel change undoubtedly brought quite a shock to Hogwarts.

Due to the sudden changes, instructor Robert Porter had to make a temporary decision - the [Auror Targeted Training Class] will temporarily suspend the course schedule tonight.

Harry finally had the opportunity to discuss these things in depth with Neville in the dormitory, because everything that happened today had a profound impact on both of them, and even on the entire [Auror Orientation Training Class].

They all signed internship agreements and confidentiality agreements before they could join the [Auror Targeted Training Class], which meant that they already had the status of employees of the Ministry of Magic. The funds used to invite Instructor Robert Potter to teach came from their internship allowances.

So, strictly speaking, at this time, these little guys from the [Auror Orientation Training Class] are already subordinates of Frank Longbottom.

Unfortunately, with the appointment of Barty Crouch Sr., the annoying Dolores Umbridge also became their immediate boss. This is undoubtedly a very bad thing.

"Neville, to be honest, I regret this a little bit," Harry said.

Neville shrugged, his eyes gentle and harmless, and you couldn't tell at all that he had once killed a senior Death Eater alone.

Neville said in a calm voice,

"Are you worried about Umbridge? But don't worry, Harry. Although the Auror Command is a subordinate of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, from an institutional perspective, the Aurors only need to obey the orders of the Office Director. This is what my father told me."

Harry knew that Frank Longbottom, Neville's father, was the new chief of staff of the Auror Command, so his eyes lit up, "Really? What if Umbridge asked us to perform some illegal tasks..."

Harry didn't finish.

But Neville already knew what he meant.

He nodded and gave an accurate answer.

He patted Harry's shoulder gently and said soothingly,

"Don't worry, Harry. My father won't let this happen. He has always been a very fair and just man. He will definitely protect us. Besides, it's not that we can't resist. If Umbridge really does something excessive, we can report it to other senior officials or simply refuse to carry out her orders."

"That's right. When the opinions of the Director and the Office Manager conflict, it is not considered dereliction of duty for the Aurors to follow the orders of the Office Manager. Of course, the premise is that you cannot do anything that harms the Ministry of Magic or violates the law."

Ron, who was standing by, gently put down the unicorn chess piece that he had held high, making a chilling "clang" sound.

Without even taking a breath, he interrupted.

"If you break the law, that's the Wizengamot's business. If you don't do anything that goes against Raven's ideas, he will save you. We Weasleys always help our relatives and not our relatives."