Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"He's calling me!"

Snape opened his sleeves, and the black snake wrapped around the bones wormed its way into the skull's eye sockets as if it were alive.

"What do you mean?" Ron didn't understand yet, but Hermione covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

"That's the Dark Mark, something only Death Eaters have!"

She looked at Snape in disbelief. Although no one liked him, not even Harry had thought that Snape was actually a Death Eater. The person he was loyal to was always a mysterious person!

"To correct you, only Death Eaters trusted by the Dark Lord are eligible!" Sirius said sarcastically. This is the truth. Voldemort will not leave the mark of the dark devil on everyone. For example, some werewolves and some wizards who are not worthy of being on the stage are not even servants in his eyes, they are just consumed materials.

But no one bothers with that now.

Snape didn't care about his ridicule. He just looked at Cyrus and waited for Cyrus' decision. Should he return to the Dark Lord's side, or should he continue to stay? Is it a showdown, or is it still hiding?

Cyrus quickly made arrangements for Snape, saying nothing but looking into Snape's eyes.

"You come with us, and then attack me. Of course, I don't think he will let you do it." This sentence rang directly in Snape's mind without anyone hearing it.

What Snape needs now is to show his loyalty to Voldemort. While Dumbledore is not dead, Voldemort needs a spy to stay by Dumbledore's side.

There are not many people who can do this well, and Snape has not yet been exposed.

At least Cyrus had no intention of breaking Dumbledore's arrangement for the time being.

"The problem is how do we find them!" Sirius stamped his feet hard. At this time, a tall figure hurriedly and panicked opened the door of the astronomy tower.

It's Hagrid!

"The Thestrals found Harry's blood in the Forbidden Forest!" He hurried in, almost rolling in, and shouted before he could stand still.

At the same time, several black shadows passed through the sky. They looked like horse bones, but had dragon heads and huge bat wings, like the mounts of the God of Death!

"What?" Hermione looked out doubtfully, but she saw nothing. On the contrary, Ginny and Ron were startled by the Thestral's terrifying appearance.

This kind of special Pegasus can only be seen by those who have seen death.

No one answered for Hermione. Sirius took the lead and rode on the Thestral's back, like a prince on an expedition: "Thestral will lead us to Harry by following the smell of blood!"

So, under the astonished eyes of Hermione and the three of them, they rode on the non-existent Thestral. The horse opened its huge wing membranes that day, and the gusting wind caused the planetary model in the astronomy tower to rotate.

"Wait, we're going too!"

Ginny tightened her wand and took a step forward. She kept looking at Cyrus without giving in at all!

"I can fight against Death Eaters! You taught me how to fight, didn't you?"

After a long time, Cyrus noticed that Ginny had indeed grown taller, her facial features had slowly opened up, and her skin was as white as snow. But in his opinion, he is still just a second-year student.

"We can do it too!" Neither Hermione nor Ron wanted to back away.

"You have to stay in school!" McGonagall said sternly.

Even Sirius did not support their adventure: "What we are facing are the mysterious people and the Death Eaters. They kill without blinking an eye. Boy, this is no joke!"

But neither Hermione nor Ginny nor even Ron paid attention to what they said, but looked straight at Cyrus until Cyrus shook his head.

"No."

Once Voldemort is resurrected, even he is not sure that he can defeat it now. It is impossible for him to take risks with several children.

"It's very late. Now go back to your dormitory. You will see Harry tomorrow morning."

He was almost commanding.

The three children were all a little unconvinced, especially Ginny. She had killed Peter Pettigrew before. Maybe Cyrus underestimated her a little too much?

However, when she looked into Cyrus's eyes, she no longer had any thoughts of resistance in her heart, as if the words Cyrus spoke were an order that could not be refused, a truth that could not be changed!

So she had no choice but to walk towards the door of the Astronomy Tower with her head lowered and her mouth pouted. Before leaving, she looked back with a look of grievance on her face: "Only Harry?"

"And I."

"Bang!" The door closed.

-

"Snapped!"

The air was torn apart, and little Barty emerged from the small black hole with the injured Harry, throwing Harry onto the dirt ground.

Harry was tied up all over and couldn't move, so he could only try his best to look up.

He saw a huge crucible standing on it. The pale and thin wizard who had appeared in the dream had a face full of fear. He was holding a small package in his arms and scratching at the bottom of the crucible with his wand.

A big snake with three heads swam into the darkness.

"You're back, little Barty."

The package in Karkaroff's arms moved and made a harsh sound, like sharp claws scratching the glass, which made Harry feel very uncomfortable.

Then, he saw the thing inside the package sticking its head out, completely exposed - it was a slimy, ugly thing without eyes - it looked like a baby, but it had no hair and had snakes all over its body. Tiny scales, the skin is dark and red, like injured red flesh - he has the face of a snake.

Harry knew immediately that this was Voldemort.

Harry had seen Voldemort in many forms, but none looked more pitiful than he did now, as if he would be strangled to death at any moment.

But he knew that Voldemort at this moment was more dangerous than before. The weakness was just his appearance. Maybe the next moment, the other party would be completely resurrected, and then spread terror in the British wizarding world like a poisonous snake spraying venom!

"It went well, my master!" Little Barty said happily.

"You never let me down." Voldemort said excitedly and coldly. His eyes were like two slits, and when they were torn apart, they revealed erect pupils. Being stared at by him, Harry felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Incomparable, blood coagulation!

"It seems that my appearance has frightened the 'Boy Who Lived'." Voldemort paused and said in a very contemptuous tone, as if Harry Potter was just a joke to him, "Well, Harry , let’s catch up on old times later.”

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were studded with diamonds.

"The fire is ready, Master." Karkaroff sounded hoarse and weak with a choked throat, as if he had just cried.

His face was full of fear, and even his hands were shaking. Voldemort was not as polite to him as he was to Barty.

"Now, put me in!"

Karkaroff carried Voldemort to the crucible, and the sparks dancing on the surface of the potion illuminated the evil flat face. Karkaroff put him into the cauldron, and the potion instantly submerged Voldemort.