Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"After feeling it, how many people would have the guts to come back? And how many would be foolish enough not to come?"

The spell to summon the Death Eaters has taken effect, but it will take some time until they find the precise location. Waiting is always an anxious and boring thing, like a witch's curse that can only be broken by time.

"Harry Potter..."

Taking advantage of this gap, Voldemort finally had time to walk up to Harry and look at the boy who had once caused him to lose his soul.

——So ordinary.

He has an ordinary name, ordinary appearance, and even his strength is not considered talented. He is far inferior to Snape who has mastered some black magic before entering school, and he is not as proficient in every field. ’s Barty Crouch Jr., not to mention Voldemort himself.

Except for a little bit of bravery that borders on recklessness, there is absolutely nothing praiseworthy about Harry Potter.

Now that I think about it, that prophecy is simply nonsense. Is such a person worthy of becoming Voldemort's destined enemy?

What a joke!

Voldemort suddenly felt how stupid he was in the past, and went to war because of an illusory prophecy.

But in terms of the result - he did lose, although he did not lose to Harry Potter, but to Lily Potter's ancient magic.

But is this a coincidence? Or is it an inevitable fate?

Voldemort was still unclear about this, but when he began to look at Harry Potter, he felt more and more that the boy in front of him was so insignificant. Even the unique magical talent "Parseltongue" was made from fragments of his own soul. brought to the other party.

He was not qualified to be his destined enemy. Voldemort soon confirmed this. There were only two enemies in the world worthy of him - Albus Dumbledore and Cyrus.

One is the greatest white wizard, and the other is himself!

But I have to say that Harry's courage is very dazzling. He is not simply reckless. In fact, he is very self-aware of his own strength and talent. But even so, he will not bow to Voldemort, even if he is lying down. On the ground, he was still staring at Voldemort with his stubborn green eyes!

Voldemort didn't care about the ant's anger. He lazily walked to Harry's side. He was surprisingly not angry at the boy who had caused him to lose power. Instead, he introduced his family history to Harry.

"Did you see, Harry, the corpse lying next to you is my father," he said kindly, without any dissatisfaction at all, and a funny smile appeared on little Barty's face.

"He's a Muggle and an idiot... just like your mother. But they all have their uses, don't they? Your mother died protecting you when you were little... I killed my father, you see , how useful he was after his death..."

Voldemort's words were like a blade piercing into the heart of Harry, the lion.

"Shut up!" Harry roared with hatred, wanting to tear Voldemort into pieces!

However, even if the lion cub was angry, he could not bite off half of the snake king's scales.

Voldemort flicked his wand contemptuously, and a Cruciatus Curse fell on Harry. He was just a small punishment, especially when Voldemort no longer took the prophecy seriously, he suddenly found that even torturing the child had lost its fun.

"Listen to me, Harry, you should be polite," his snake-like eyes were full of indifference, "I didn't make you like him, you should be grateful for my kindness, otherwise you have to wait now Let it rot, or be eaten by runes."

As he spoke, he raised his hand with his palm facing down. The three-headed rune snake straightened up, its rugged and bony head pressing against his palm.

He was just a threat, so it was naturally impossible for him to kill Harry.

"Killing my father with my own hands makes me a little sad." Voldemort raised his head and sighed lightly, but he couldn't see the slightest sadness. "But look, Harry! My real family will be here soon. Coming back..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of his cloak.

Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. They walked over one by one...walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood silently waiting.

One of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

Harry saw a woman dressed in black with shining eyes, but with a little suspicion. She looked so crazy that she even dared to question the Dark Lord!

"Who are you?" Bella raised her chin and pointed her wand at Voldemort.

She was really confused now. After his rebirth, Voldemort looked completely different from a human being, especially that face. Even Bella was willing to believe that he was born from the belly of a snake!

Is this the Dark Lord?

Although the Dark Lord twelve years ago was already very scary, he at least still had a nose, right?

What's more, not long ago, Bella saw with her own eyes the portrait of "Tom Riddle" published in the Daily Prophet. That handsome young wizard was the true appearance of the Dark Lord!

His return to youth is proof of his immortality!

"It really breaks my heart, Bella, you don't remember me?" Voldemort turned around and looked at the gathered Death Eaters, his eyes showing great dissatisfaction, "Who else can summon you besides me? ?”

He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the crowd, as if everyone was shivering together.

"What are you thinking, why don't you kneel at the master's feet immediately and beg for forgiveness?!" Little Barty was even more angry than Voldemort, or in other words, his anger could be seen.

He rushed between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, blocking Bella's wand pointing at Voldemort, as if he was going to fight Bella.

But Voldemort reached out and held his shoulder, his bone-like fingers clearly knuckled.

"Stand back little Barty."

After experiencing so many things, Voldemort can be said to value Barty Jr. as a servant very much, and he is not upset about those subordinates who were once loyal to him.

The loyalty of the Lestrange family, especially Bellatrix, is unquestionable!

"Master..." Little Barty took a step back, but still looked at Voldemort worriedly.

The Dark Lord finally regained his usual calm demeanor, and he walked forward without warning, his gray-white chest covered with snake scales exposed until it touched Bella's slightly curved wand.

"I know what you are suspecting." Voldemort said softly. His words were very soft and gentle. Who would have thought that he was a murderous demon king? He almost seemed to be talking to his lover, but this person was not Bella alone, but all the Death Eaters.

"Master?" Bella put down her wand doubtfully and prepared to kneel down.

In fact, not many people still doubt it at this moment. The appearance can be disguised, but the strength and temperament will not change. The person in front of him is undoubtedly the Dark Lord!