Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 459 Resurrection ([-])

Before the Dark Lord throws a tantrum, let's skip ahead a few hours,
At that time, it was already dark in Little Hampton, and the uninvited guests... The Dark Lord and his party had just quietly arrived in front of this old house.

Being wizards, they could easily have entered the dilapidated house without breaking the front door.

But no one has been here for many years.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the floor of the front hall. After the three of them entered, they caused air currents, causing them to disperse bursts of choking dust.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
A weak, sharp cough came from a gray cloth package.

"--Owner!"

A worried, gloomy voice... a voice filled with admiration and fanaticism.

The figure wrapped in the gray cloth spoke,

The moonlight outside the door illuminated the woman.

She took off the black hood that hid her features.

Blood-colored eyes, glowing red in the dark, with dark circles around the eye sockets,

Her skin was pale... Under the moonlight, she looked like a dead person. There seemed to be no blood flowing in the woman's flesh and blood.

The hair was disheveled and fell to the shoulders, a linen white...coarse, curly...

The face is thin and the chin is slightly pointed.

This woman is like a cold white statue, without the breath of a living person, as if Nuo didn't even breathe.

She was holding a gray sackcloth very carefully, and the expression on her face showed fear and fanaticism at the same time.

The gray cloth is not a big burden, holding her in her arms is like holding a baby.

"Don't talk to me in that tone, Bellatrix!"

"Although I'm so weak, it's not your turn to worry about me..."

But a man's voice came from inside.

——The voice was strangely high-pitched, as cold and biting as the wind.

It scared another little man who was also wearing a hooded robe to tremble.

"—Master, I..."

"Don't lie, don't lie to Voldemort, he knows everything, even if you don't speak... even if he is so weak now..."

"Master, you are the greatest wizard in the world, so powerful... Of course I dare not lie!" Bellatrix said tremblingly, her voice was deep and sharp, but it was much better than the crazy tone in the Honeyduke dungeon some time ago, not to mention the broken voice after Wendigo transformation.

The monster who claimed to be Voldemort snorted coldly, and then his tone slowed down a lot, "Yes, you think so, I know your loyalty to me, even now this situation has not changed..."

Listening to Voldemort's words, Bellatrix looked excited and stared at the monster in the bundle with fanatical and adoring eyes.

"But..." said Voldemort softly, "what's the use?"

"You are just a blood-sucking species now, unable to travel during the day, and suffer from [bloodthirsty] every week. You can only cast a few pitiful spells, and you can't even use a wand... As long as you find the right method, even Muggles can kill you..."

"And the only thing we have to rely on...is tired of the job? Isn't it, Wormtail..."

"Master! I—I didn't mean to leave for you, I didn't—"

Bellatrix looked up sharply, her red eyes were dripping blood, she stared at Peter Pettigrew, at the trembling little ugly wizard who backed away again and again.

"lie!"

Voldemort hissed, and he then asked Bellatrik to tear away the layer of sackcloth that had wrapped him, revealing his current figure.

It was a slimy, ugly monster with no eyes... the size of a baby, no hair, no skin, covered with soft dark red scales, piled up layer by layer... Limbs were long and thin, and the whole body seemed to have no bones, slumped in Bellatrix's arms.

Wormtail trembled even more after seeing it, and his eyes moved slightly, as if he didn't dare to look at this ugly monster.

"Look at me... look at Bellatrix..." said Voldemort grimly.

Bellatrix stared menacingly at Wormtail.

"How can we live without you... I need you or Bellatrix to feed me every few hours, and Bellatrix needs you to perform magic, steal Muggle or livestock blood to meet her needs without attracting attention..."

"Without your care, we would be exposed to the sight of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore within a few days... At that time, I would have to curl up in the Black Forest again, hiding in the darkness and waiting for the opportunity... And Bellatrix will also be arrested in Azkaban and insulted by those Muggle werewolf guards!"

- Hiss!
A strange sound came from outside, a huge twelve-foot-long snake snaked towards it.

"That's right, Nakia... and you... and after Wormtail is gone, who's going to get milk to feed poor Nakia? Or let him eat gutter rats?"

Voldemort laughed coldly, emphasizing the word rat.

Wormtail was almost fainting, his legs were shaking.

"Master, I am loyal to you... It was I who found you... It was I who brought Bellatrix to your side..." Wormtail stammered, defending himself incoherently.

--what!

Bellatrix let out a terrible sneer, and she licked her lips with her red tongue, and her eyes were even redder, as if they were bleeding.

"The former is a stinking lie, but the latter is true!" said Voldemort casually.

"Come and find me. This is indeed the most loyal act you've ever done... It's just a pity that you have no choice. Dumbledore, your friend Black, Lupine... even Cornelius Fudge understands that you are a cowardly traitor, and they are all secretly looking for you."

"When Remus Lupine, that werewolf, can actually serve as the guard of Azkaban... all this is obvious."

"And if Bellatrix hadn't attacked the witch in advance, you would have been discovered by Bertha Jorkins. Although I know you have no brains, I didn't expect you to be so stupid. A dead wizard appeared in a wizard's tavern without any disguise."

"But she, Lime Strange, isn't pretending," Wormtail pointed out angrily.

"With the help of her sister Narcissa, Bellatrix is ​​already a vampire... As we all know, she is now a Wendigo, a ghoul... In terms of appearance, it is completely different from that time... Even the arrest warrant before Azkaban escaped is completely different..."

Bellatrix raised her head after hearing this, showing her current inhuman femininity domineeringly.

Wormtail immediately lowered his head as if being burned, his whole body trembling.

"What's more, guys like Sirius Black appearing in the "Daily Prophet" openly without being recognized by anyone, you can know how depraved the current wizarding world is, full of stupid Muggle wizards... Bella...she will not be discovered."

Wormtail muttered under his breath, expressing his doubts about Bellatrix.

"How could she escape from Azkaban...the newspaper said she was dead...how could she come back alive...I don't believe her."

Voldemort let out a chilling laugh, and stopped Bellatrix, who was about to pounce on Wormtail and bite through Wormtail's throat.

"Okay, let's talk about that."

"The last time I met her in Hogsmeade... It has been a few months. Of course, I wonder if this is a trick or a trap set up by Dumbledore... After all, the plan was so easy and simple last time... Those idiots actually made a mess... And Bella... she was able to escape from Azkaban again."

Bellatrix listened to Voldemort talking about their failed mission last time, and quickly lowered her head in fear... Wanting to explain, "Master—"

"Shut up! Stupid is stupid...Even if the other party is that little wizard MacGuffin Albert...you are hopelessly idiots...Ten grown-up Death Eaters with powerful mana are defeated by a few young wizards who have not yet graduated, causing heavy casualties..."

"Of course, Bellatex, your loyalty is worthy of praise. You were able to give up your identity as a wizard, and would rather go Wendigo...to complete the task...Of course, you still failed in the end."

"Yes, that traitor, Severus Snape, that traitor stopped me... my lord!" Bellatrix said viciously.

"Heh! That slippery... Bella... you still haven't figured it out?"

"Severus saved you!" said Voldemort lazily.

"what!"

"That's impossible, he ruined our plan!"

"Oh, maybe it's because of this that he cooperated with your sister Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy to fake your death, then rescued you by turning you into a vampire, and sent you to us... These are all to make up for the damage caused by his own accident."

"Master, I don't understand!"

"Haven't figured it out yet? How do you think you transformed from a ghoul into a vampire...In the whole of Europe, among the potion masters I know, only Snape has the ability to prepare such potions."

"But he..."

"It's just hedging the bet... Both Lucius and Snape think so, and they do the same thing. They won't be as loyal as you, but they have their own cleverness. Lucius Malfoy cooperated with his wife Narcissa to save you from Azkaban and sent you to me. The purpose of his effort is... If I make a comeback, they won't be punished for their wavering. If I just rot in the mud like this, they can also enjoy their free life." Voldemort said coldly. Ice said.

"These treacherous guys, these soft bones..." Bellatrix yelled angrily.

"Don't be too harsh, Bella... In our cause, of course we need people like you who are absolutely loyal to me and unwavering... We also need Snape, Lucius speculators, and of course... When I sweep the magic world again and rule the entire world, you will be the ones who will receive the greatest reward."

"Master, I... I also have this credit." Wormtail muttered softly.

"Of course, there is also you... There will be a place for you, Wormtail." Voldemort said in a rather playful tone, but then his tone became severe,
"However, when you, Bellatrix, and Wormtail found me, I was so angry and surprised. I even suspected that you had betrayed me... or that Snape had completely surrendered to Dumbledore and set a trap for you to come here."

Voldemort's two servants trembled and did not dare to speak, but listened quietly to their master's narration.

That baby-like monster raised its weak and slender arms with great effort, and scratched Bellatrix's white and transparent skin with its long pointed nails.

"But then I realized that this must not be Dumbledore's trick, because he will never send the thing I most desire now..."

"That's right...Potter's blood!" said the hissing voice slowly.

Voldemort withdrew his arm, put that monster-like palm in front of his face, and gently sniffed the scent on his nails with his slender nostrils, speaking intoxicated.

"This is the only correct move you idiots made. Make a backup in advance...Although it was destroyed in the end, no one realized that Potter's blood merged into your blood after the explosion...with the curse of turning into a ghoul...and you, Bellatrix, transformed into a vampire again, so I can extract Potter's blood through a certain remote spell."

"Such a coincidence, almost like fate... Harry Potter's blood was sent to me in this way."

"That's right, only the great Voldemort noticed this, Dumbledore couldn't possibly have expected all of this." Voldemort said with a little pride.

"And I'm quite familiar with probing a person's memory and thoughts, and I'm very confident... When Dumbledore interrogated you, Bellatrix... Lestrange, you have already turned into a beast, a bloodthirsty ghoul... There may not be much memory and reason left in your head...Even that old guy can't explore our secrets."

When Bellatrix heard these words, her face was uneasy, and she trembled her arms a little uneasily. Voldemort in her arms seemed to be aware of it.

"Don't be embarrassed, Bellatrix... That incident is a symbol of loyalty... That's why I didn't punish you for your stupid behavior in Honeydukes' cellar... When I restore my mana, I will reward you, and you will regain your ability to cast spells."

Bellatrix stared at Voldemort longingly.

"Okay... now I have all the things to restore my mana. I'll go up and rest for a while. I've been waiting for 13 years. It doesn't matter if I wait for a few hours."

"Wormtail, clean up here, after I'm resurrected... I'll stay here for a while!"

"Bella, take me to the last room on the second floor... I need to recover and get ready for the magic ceremony."

"Yes, Master!"

Voldemort ordered coldly, and then let Bellatrix take him away.

Only Wormtail was left staring at the two of them with terrified eyes, slowly going up the stairs and disappearing from his field of vision.

Then he waved his wand tremblingly again and again, cleaning the room here of dust, cobwebs, all kinds of bugs... sundries.

"Clean up!"

(End of this chapter)