Hogwarts Lion Girl

Voldemort's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he swept across the Death Eaters kneeling in front of him, and finally stopped on a figure dressed in gorgeous robes, but unable to hide his cowering look.

"Lucius," he said in a hoarse voice filled with chill, "I am disappointed with your performance..."

Lucius' body trembled and he lowered his head even lower, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry..." His tone was trembling, trying his best to express his loyalty. "I promise I will be more loyal."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, his scarlet snake eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"…Now that you said so…" He drawled out his words, his tone full of threats.

Lucius' heart trembled, and he quickly said, "Sir, please give me another chance!"

Voldemort looked at him coldly and said slowly: "Okay, I can give you another chance, next..."

He paused and said word by word, "Don't let me down again."

Lucius felt as if he had been pardoned. He kowtowed and said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!"

He maintained a respectful bow and slowly retreated back to the Death Eaters' ranks.

At this time, Voldemort turned his attention to the remaining Death Eaters. He slightly turned sideways, and his scarlet snake pupils scanned the Death Eaters crawling on the ground. A cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Go, call back our former allies, those creatures lurking in the darkness, and reorganize our army..."

He paused, then slowly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the overcast sky. Thunder roared, as if responding to his words, "Tell the entire wizarding world, tell those cowards in hiding, I, Voldemort, am back!"

The dark clouds in the sky rolled even more, the thunder became even more deafening, and the Death Eaters responded in unison: "Yes!"

Their voices were filled with fanaticism and fear, and then they turned into black mist and quickly fled in all directions.

After the Death Eaters left, Voldemort did not move. He just turned his head slightly, and his scarlet snake eyes scanned the silent cemetery, finally stopping on Harry who was trapped by a stone statue not far away.

He seemed to suddenly remember something, a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards Harry step by step with slow and heavy steps.

Every step seemed to step on Harry's heart, bringing a heavy feeling of oppression.

"Oh, look who this is," Voldemort's voice was hoarse and cold, with a hint of mocking smile, "The savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter! I almost forgot about you."

Harry was firmly bound by the statue, unable to move. He could only look up in horror at the Dark Lord in front of him who exuded a terrifying aura.

"You were once my shame," Voldemort continued, his tone full of anger and resentment, "Those stupid wizards are saying that the great, powerful, Dark Lord was killed by a little baby!"

He laughed loudly, his laughter was sharp and piercing, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, echoing in the silent cemetery.

“Hahahaha… How ridiculous!” Voldemort’s laughter stopped abruptly, and his face became hideous. “Your mother, that damn Lily Evans! She used her ridiculous soul and weak life to cast a protection spell that prevented me from touching you!”

His tone was filled with deep hatred, as if he wanted to eat Harry alive.

"I have lost my body and become weaker than a ghost. I can only wait for help from those stupid and useless Death Eaters." Voldemort said gritting his teeth, his tone full of unwillingness and anger.

"I once possessed an animal, and found the right moment to catch that cowardly and stupid Quirrell, and he brought me back." He recalled his past experiences with a hint of pride in his tone.

"But, you nasty little brat, it was you who ruined my plan again! You made me weak again." Voldemort's tone became fierce, and his scarlet snake eyes stared at Harry, as if he wanted to see through him.

"But now I have finally succeeded, I have successfully resurrected!" Voldemort's voice was full of pride, and he opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

"And you! You are no longer an obstacle to me." Voldemort's tone became contemptuous and cruel. He slowly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at Harry.

"I can kill you right now if I want!"

Harry turned his head away stubbornly and said sarcastically: "You are resurrected now? You are just a monster without a nose!"

Voldemort: "..."

Voldemort laughed in anger, waved his wand, and a green light hit the stone statue that bound Harry.

The stone statue cracked with a sound, and the broken stones flew everywhere. Harry lost his support and fell to the ground in a mess.

He struggled to stand up, but his legs were numb from being restrained for so long that he could only lean weakly on the tombstone behind him.

Voldemort looked down at him, his scarlet snake eyes full of contempt and mockery.

He leaned down and lifted Harry's chin with his wand, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Voldemort's voice was low and dangerous, like a roar from hell.

Harry met his gaze fearlessly and shouted with all his strength, "I say, you look like a ghost, and you are worthy of being called a resurrection? You are nothing but a monster without a nose!"

Voldemort's face turned livid in an instant, and he abruptly retracted his wand, his rage almost burning him and the entire cemetery to ashes.

"What did you say!" he roared through gritted teeth, his voice full of disbelief and anger.

"I say, you are a noseless monster!" Harry had no intention of retreating, but repeated it even louder. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Voldemort's heart hard.

Voldemort was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Harry and roared, "Ha! You stupid little devil, don't you see clearly your current situation? You are like fish on the chopping board, let me slaughter you!"

"Then just kill me!" Harry hit back without showing any weakness, "You are a sneak attack guy!"

“A sneak attack?” Voldemort laughed as if he had heard a big joke. His sharp and piercing laughter echoed in the silent cemetery. “Are you referring to the little devil lying on the ground? With him, even if I let him prepare well, he can only wait for death!”

"He's dead anyway, so whatever you say goes." Harry said coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

"...Damn little brat." Voldemort was furious, but had no way to vent his anger, so he could only curse hatefully.

He turned suddenly and threw Harry's wand at his feet, the wand making a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

"Pick it up, I'll give you a chance, let's fight fairly..." Voldemort said coldly, his tone full of murderous intent.

Harry took a deep breath, endured the pain in his body, slowly reached out his hand and picked up the wand on the ground.