The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The living room was dark, with a layer of dust on the floor, as if no one had lived in it for a while, and there was a notice board stating that the house was for sale at the door. Wizards squeezed into the house, fiddling with Muggle items curiously, and someone was using spells to tidy up the house. This gloomy house was a little more human, but these were not good people.

They were once Voldemort's subordinates, the evil Death Eaters. Most of them served their sentences in Azkaban before, but now they have reappeared in the wizarding world, gathered under the command of a new generation of Dark Lords.

Harry appeared at the foot of the stairs.

His stomach convulsed in fear, and he struggled to stand upright by gripping on the escalator.

The gesture was like a trembling reed, but in the eyes of the Death Eaters, it looked like a lazy and dull emperor.

Harry still had no idea of ​​the power his face represented.

The living room fell silent, and the sound of falling snow on the street became harsh.

The dark wizards faced him and formed a fan, like a dense forest.

In this group of people, Harry saw a familiar person—Draco Malfoy, this nasty little wizard standing behind a man, who was, as expected, his father, old Malfoy. carved out of a mould.

Draco was oddly excited and surprised by Harry's gaze. His father, Old Malfoy, smiled and said, "Master is watching you, Draco, don't be timid, go forward bravely."

Harry saw Draco's sticky little white face approaching, his throat blocked by fear immediately burst open, and he let out a stern voice that he didn't expect: "Stand there!"

The young man is still in the stage of voice change, and his voice is like a drake, hoarse and piercing.

Draco's face turned even paler, and he was terrified, with tears in his eyes. His soft-ass appearance and his high-spirited performance at Hogwarts are completely two different people.

The group of wizards in the room were as dull as if they had been petrified.

"Let, let them go."

Harry had thought that he would be hit by countless evil spells, and he was ready to die heroically, thinking that he was repaying the Dursleys for their many years of upbringing.

However, there was no spell coming.

Facing young Harry, all the thugs bowed obediently like straw blown by the wind, wishing to kiss his toes. Someone put an anti-curse on the Dursleys.

It was Uncle Vernon who screamed first, then Dudley, and Aunt Petunia was still groggy.

Harry waved to them, "Come here." Trying to protect the Muggle family surrounded by dark wizards with a manly image.

However, what responded to him was Uncle Vernon's merciless curse: "You little bastard! Damn wizard! We have all fled to Africa and still refuse to let our family go! Come at me with any trick! Don't hurt me!" Petunia and my baby!"

Cousin Dudley shrieked piercingly and shivered in Vernon's arms.

Harry watched this scene incredulously, his uncle hugged his wife and children, and glared at him, as if there was a deep hatred between them.

Several clever dark wizards quickly used the Imperius Curse again to control Vernon and Dudley.

Harry asked blankly, "What did you do?"

"Following your order, we have brought the Dursleys back. At your command, we will risk our lives regardless of the ends of the earth." The speaker was a young man Harry had never met before, and he was called Xiao Ke Rauch.

"I asked you to bring them back? Why are they avoiding me?"

This set of rhetorical questions made the dark wizards look at each other, and Crouch was the first to react, and he shouted triumphantly: "Master wants to hear the crimes of Muggles! Let them speak for themselves!"

Uncle Vernon was pushed in front of Harry, and a witch poured a potion on him. After drinking the potion, the fat middle-aged man stared blankly at Harry, which made his swollen face look like a A dead pig's head.

Harry shuddered.

Crouch rolled his eyes and took the initiative to ask the question for his master: "You despicable Muggles, why are you going to Casablanca? Don't you know that the master's order for you is to stay here?"

"Because he's a bad breed...he went to that school and came back a total villain, he cursed my baby Dudley and he wounded me. I'm going to protect Petunia and Dudley while We all moved away with that little rascal going to school."

Harry shook his head vigorously, "Impossible! What do you say I did? What did I say?"

"You say 'I've been a slave for eleven years, and I remember every evil thing you did to me, every punch you gave me on the head.' And you turn Dudley into A pig. My Dudley was like a clever little angel, but then he turned into a complete fool. You said, 'in the mother's blood, I will not harm your life, but remember, never From today onwards, you are not living for yourself, especially you, Aunt Petunia. Your blood and bones are very important to me, protect them well.'..."

Vernon's sluggish accusation was like an iron awl, piercing Harry's heart. After piercing the dullness, many previous doubts were answered. It turned out that this family was not out of kindness, but was forced by force. . Harry didn't know how he bypassed Zongsi's restriction and could cast magic freely outside the school, but the result was obviously a revenge scene.

In the great self-blame and pain, Harry didn't know what to say for a while.

"Master, is it time to start?" Old Malfoy asked cautiously.

"What?"

"Of course it is... oh, sorry, I made a slip of the tongue, you make your own decision."

Harry looked at him, the omnipotent father Draco said, the Hogwarts board member, ex-Death Eater, and still a Death Eater villain. "What should I start with?" he asked.

All the wizards lowered their voices, let the admiration and fear slowly flow out from the bottom of their lungs, and they all said in unison: "Resurrection!"

Like a thunderbolt shot through Harry's mind, and the next moment, uncontrollably, he drew an elder wand from his sleeve - oddly enough, Harry had never seen it before - and pointed lightly at De Si Li's family.

Vernon and Dudley levitated under the silent spell like two pigs, bouncing lightly against the ceiling, while Petunia stayed put.

The black wizards were elated. They grabbed a huge stone cauldron from an old sack, and lit a flame underneath. As a large number of white and black soul stones were thrown into the fire, the liquid in the cauldron immediately began to boil.

Harry saw the mural carved on the surface of the cauldron, depicting a group of warriors throwing themselves into the cauldron to be reborn one after another, with strange magic runes flashing in the blank space, he read it almost without thinking: "Dagda (in Irish legends) Lord God of God) bless the brave, throw the corpses of the dead, and call back the spirits!"

All the Death Eaters held their breath, and a woman took out two simple coffins from the bag. The soil on them had been cleaned, but the traces of oldness and decay were still there.

Harry's mind was clouded by the sight of the coffins, and then, wet rain fell on his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears. With a wave of the wand, the coffin lid was opened, revealing only pale bones inside.

He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look again, because he knew who the skeleton belonged to.

Aunt Petunia screamed suddenly as the spell wore off on her.

"Who are you?! No, no, Harry, Jesus Christ, you have come to us! You still want to harm us! It was Lily before, but now you!"

"Shut up!" Little Crouch's wand flashed vicious red light, but before he could make a move, the elder wand in Harry's hand pierced a red light first, and landed on Crouch.

Cruciatus!

Little Crouch let out a miserable cry.

Harry put down his wand, and Crouch Jr. quickly covered his mouth.

Harry opened his eyes again, as if he had just woken up, and the expression on his face became very strange. After seeing it, everyone felt that the familiar young Dark Lord had returned.

But Harry still seemed to be dreaming, his actions and words were all without thinking and out of control.

"Petunia, my good aunt. Don't worry, and don't be afraid. I just need a little of your blood. So that your sister can return to the world, don't be stingy, donate your blood."

He waved his wand, and the female skeleton in the coffin flew up and slowly sank into the boiling cauldron. The red magic flame danced strangely, and its color gradually turned blue.

Petunia looked like she wanted to throw up, she was terrified.

Harry held the Elder Wand like a knife, and slashed at Aunt Petunia, a skinny woman who had lived in Casablanca for two months and her skin was a little tanned. Blood gurgled from the ends of her ten fingers and flew into the cauldron. Petunia's cheeks turned from healthy rosy to ashes little by little.

Harry finally stopped drawing blood when the magic flames turned pale green.

A man with his head bowed came out of the Death Eaters. He walked up to the dying Petunia, took out a bottle of potion and poured it down for her.

Harry recognized who he was, Severus Snape, the potions professor at Hogwarts, the vicious teacher who had been using his position to taunt and insult Harry.

Times had changed, and now he didn't even have the courage to look up at Harry.

The young Dark Lord ignored Snape, allowing him to treat Petunia who was bleeding profusely. His eyes rested on the cauldron, and he chanted a long and awkward incantation.

Harry's chanting grew louder, the house shook, and his face was full of emotion.

The next moment, the spring water spurted from the cauldron, almost reaching the ceiling, as if it were endless, but not a drop of water fell on the floor. In the fountain, a human silhouette slowly lit up.

Harry stared at it bewilderedly, and a gentle female face slowly emerged from the spring water.

"Not enough!" he cried suddenly, and when he pointed his wand at the Death Eaters, they cried out in horror, "Your flesh!"

The magic mark imprinted on their skin began to burn. The group of Death Eaters reluctantly stepped forward, waved their wands, cut off the fresh flesh from their bodies and threw it into the cauldron. Snape cut off his left arm without hesitation, as if it wasn't his bone and flesh, and when his blood was put into it, the effect would be the greatest and most obvious.

The fountain was stained red with blood, overflowing with more surging vitality.

The skeleton in the spring water was wrapped in more flesh and blood, and slowly condensed into a fresh human body.

"Come back, come back!"

In tears of joy, she was born slowly.