The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 228 Combat and Analysis

"Shua~" Just as Weiss felt his body touch the solid ground, he quickly left from 'Hermione', hid behind a dead tree, and cut her throat with a dagger.

Weiss ignored the painful and surprised expression of 'Hermione', and just shook his head vigorously. The 'flying' just now made his whole head dizzy.

This is a house with a small garden, but unfortunately it is winter and it is a little neglected, and it looks a little dilapidated.

"Kablev, don't you plan to come out and meet?" A male voice rang out from the open door.

Weiss looked through the thin field of vision reflected by the dagger, and he could vaguely see many figures, surrounded by a man like a moon.

"Kabrev, I know you're hiding behind that tree." As Weiss said that, he felt that the tree behind him was hit hard by something, making it shake unceasingly.

"Who the hell are you? What's your purpose?" Weiss responded loudly to the man while looking around for another hiding place.

"I am the ruler of the wizarding world, the greatest wizard in the world, and the Dark Lord you call Voldemort." The man said in a superior tone.

"Master! I'll help you catch him! He cut my throat just now! I must let him taste this pain!" A resentful voice sounded, and his leaky voice reminded Weiss something bad happened.

"Shut up! Kabrev, your subordinates are making some noise, I'm making you laugh, come out, let's have a good talk!" As soon as Voldemort's fierce voice came out, the man suddenly fell silent, and then Voldemort used his magnetic force again. Said the full voice.

"There's nothing to talk about! I can still remember the Cruciatus Curse you cast on me in the first grade!" Weiss responded loudly, slowly moving towards the third hiding place he observed.

"Let's talk about how to revive your respected teacher—Nicole May." Voldemort's voice was extremely cheerful: "It's worth mentioning that you can't escape this room now."

"You said, my teacher? Nicolas?" Weiss stood up from a garden, his eyes flickering.

"...Yeah, look at me, I defeated the dead Voldemort!" Voldemort shrank his pupils as he watched the direction where Wes appeared, and then quickly calmed down, still speaking in a brisk tone.

"...Do you think I care that much about that old man?" Weiss narrowed his eyes, and his body seemed to be hiding.

"Hahaha, of course!" Voldemort grinned, stretched out his hand and waved, and a shivering figure stood up: "My not-so-faithful men told me that you had the chance to catch him with your own hands, but unfortunately Because of an unknown piece of news, he was able to escape again..."

"Peter Pettigrew..." Weiss recognized the figure through the sunlight, and looked at Hermione who was holding her throat and said to himself, "You are so fast, are they werewolves? Vampires have them too." Is it? Pull it out and bask in the sun together!"

"Hahaha, while you were still playing house, my former subordinates have gathered again." Voldemort did not answer Weiss's question but turned around with a wild smile, his eyes full of coldness: "A group of 'loyal' subordinates!"

"...And it seems that you have made a lot of money by playing games." Weiss saw a golden long-haired figure wearing a mask among the figures.

"... Kabrev, I have to say, you are so clever that you are annoying!" Voldemort squinted at Wes, rubbing his long and pale fingers on his wand: "If you are a person from our world ,You are already dead."

"It looks like you know something, Lucius told you, right?" Weiss still looked at the unidentified people standing behind Voldemort one by one. They were all wearing black hoods and covered with wide masks. looking at his own face.

"... Kabrev, you don't need to delay." Voldemort narrowed his eyes: "My men have already lured that annoying Dumbledore away very well. He will not come to rescue him." your."

"At least one portkey for each person. It's really an exaggeration." Weiss looked at 'Hermione' who had turned back into an ordinary man and said, "Is it worth it to catch me as a nobody?"

"Let's get back to the topic, Kabrev, do you want to revive Nicolas?" Voldemort ignored Wes's continued probing, and asked with a smile, and he was also very satisfied when he saw Wes' pupils Enlarge: "Crouch, as the host, you should move out a table, so that we can treat guests from different worlds as a gentleman. The rest of you, leave."

"Mr. Kabrev, come and sit down." A young man quickly arranged a square table and two chairs, and stared at Weiss with a wicked smile: "Please drink tea, or are you afraid?"

"Oh, thank you, some more biscuits." Weiss ignored his ridicule, sat down directly, and at the same time recognized him as the person who was holding the child that night - Barty Crouch Jr.

"I remember, you were caught by him before..." Weiss squinted his eyes and looked at Voldemort opposite, pointing to Barty Crouch Jr. who walked into the room.

"However, I have been resurrected." Voldemort said casually with a wave of his clothes, "Standing alive in front of you."

"What do you want me to do?" Weiss said silently, playing with the biscuits that had just been delivered.

"Stand by my side!" Voldemort's mouth curled up.

"Is that enough? Why?" Weiss frowned.

"Kablev, I could easily kill you, but I didn't, you should be grateful..." Voldemort said with narrowed eyes.

"Then come on, I don't care." Weiss casually threw the dagger he had been holding tightly onto the table, pointing the dagger at himself.

"Well, I have to admit, I hate your family very much." Voldemort shook his head slightly: "It's as crazy as the rumors."

"Oh?" Weiss squinted his eyes and laughed: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now? After all... so close."

"It's a pity that a baby who was born not long ago is about to die." Voldemort waved his hand casually, and a photo appeared in his hand. Looking at it, he tsk-tsk: "And I will not die!"

"...Are you sure you want to do this?" Weiss's face was full of frost.He grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the tea table.

"Don't worry, it's a few hundred meters away." Voldemort smiled exaggeratedly: "In order to show my sincerity for cooperation, I can even tell you the spell to resurrect me in advance! However, I will firmly protect the potion that needs to be used for resurrection." Hold it in your hand until, I conquer the world."

"Is the goal of you big devils always to conquer the world?" Weiss pouted.

"I'll give you a week and look forward to your answer." Voldemort stood up and looked down at Weiss: "Kabrev, there is only one life, right? And I'm not afraid of madmen."

"..." Weiss looked at Voldemort coldly, without saying a word.

"Of course, you can also tell Dumbledore, I don't mind." Voldemort threw down a piece of parchment, and said disdainfully: "However, I left long before that old stubborn came. Think about it slowly, Cab Lev! By the way, I left you a few toys just because of your annoying attitude..."

"Three werewolves? You underestimate me, don't you?" Weiss looked back following the sound of breaking through the air, and two other people clutching their necks appeared in the courtyard.

"Have fun," Voldemort said with a dark smile.

"Aren't there supposed to be four of you?" Weiss ignored Voldemort and turned to face the three behind him.

"You don't need Brother Fenrir Greyback!" A werewolf put his hand off his neck, where the wound had healed.

"I finally know why you said they were toys." Weiss glanced back at Voldemort who was standing aside.

"..." Voldemort stared fixedly at the werewolf who made the noise, gnashing his teeth angrily.

"Stinky brat! I'll tear you apart! Shred you hard!" The werewolf at the beginning began to transform while talking.

"There's only one dagger, not even a magic wand, tsk tsk tsk." Weiss rushed forward while shaking his head and sighing, and quickly rode on the werewolf before the end of its transformation, on both arms Two deep wounds were cut quickly, and the wounds seemed to be as deep as bones. Immediately, the two arms of the werewolf hung down, shaking constantly beside the body as he swung Wess.

While slashing twice, the alchemy formation on the left arm flickered, and a flame as thick as an arm hit a werewolf who rushed over after transforming, silently burning a wound on his chest, and the huge werewolf figure suddenly fell down. Down.

'The next step is to fight to the death. '

Weiss thought this way when he was thrown off, and the two werewolves did not dare to rush in. Two pairs of yellow vertical pupils stared at Weiss, and the shoulder granulation cut by Weiss squirmed, and the two ends of the flesh gradually gathered together. After a while, if it weren't for the still drooping arm, it would be as if it was not injured...

...two hours later...

"In their world, the use of weapons is beyond my imagination." Voldemort looked at the werewolf who was about to have his limbs removed and wailed, and said silently: "Besides, the combat experience is extremely rich, only using daggers."

"But to you, my lord, it's just a matter of a spell." Barty Crouch Jr. complimented respectfully, and at the same time mocked: "Cold weapons, that's what those damn Muggles will study thing!"

"That's right, what you said is quite right. A single spell is all you need for a piece of crap researched by Muggles." The corner of Voldemort's mouth raised a high arc, and he gave a Killing Curse to the still howling werewolf, and then his tone changed. : "But he can also use magic, look at this, it seems that a hole has been hollowed out in the middle of his body, the kind of flame that even a werewolf's hard body and resistant fur can't resist, although it's only for a moment, but this It's the 'black dragon wave' that the mouse said, and I didn't expect that I didn't even need a wand."

"Your Fiercefire Curse will never lose to that kid!" Barty Crouch Jr. continued to compliment his master: "And according to that mouse's information, his flame is not infinite."

"You're right, pass the order down, you can't use fire magic to deal with him." Voldemort nodded, and looked at the last werewolf torn into several pieces by the huge force, his eyes narrowed, as if asking and talking to himself He said to himself, "Is the last one really an Animagus?"

"Of course not!" Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head and said, "Master, you must have noticed that after he became in that state, he lost his mind in an instant, and rushed towards you with red eyes. I was stopped by that werewolf desperately, otherwise I would have to let him know how powerful my magic is!"

"You mean, this is an insurance set up by his family for his safety?" Voldemort looked at the ruined courtyard and said softly: "Crazy family."

"It's very possible, and isn't he still defeated by you in the end?" Barty Crouch Jr. said flatteringly: "Master can easily defeat him..."

"I understand what you mean." Voldemort chuckled and interrupted Barty Crouch Jr.: "Since you didn't kill him this time, why bother yourself, don't forget, he is not from this world people."

"Yes, master... Should we leave too?" Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't help asking when he heard the noise outside the courtyard, and then laughed evilly: "Or kill them all?"

"Damn bugs." Voldemort glanced at the approaching crowd, disgusted: "Let's go, I don't want to see a large sum of Galleons slipping away, only with them can I attract more people." Lots of wizards."

...Hogsmeade...

Weiss' figure slammed down from midair, stirring up dust all over the sky.

"Ahem~~Fortunately, there is no separation..." Weiss breathed heavily, and at the same time cursed fiercely in his mouth: "Damn Voldemort, actually sneaked in at the end! I can't finish with you! But luckily it's not a Killing Curse!"

"Merlin, don't move! Lie here and don't move. I'll contact St. Mungo for you! Merlin!" A female voice rang in Weiss' ears along with the sound of pushing the door.

"Ms. Rosmerta, please give me a bottle of whiskey." Weiss recognized the beautiful proprietress of the Three Broomsticks at a glance, Ms. Rosmerta, and said with pain, but his eyebrows were tangled up and was not convincing at all. .

"How old are you, how can you..." Before Ms. Rosmerta finished speaking, an old voice sounded from the other end: "Here, can you move it?"

"Master bartender, thank you, pour it on for me, now I'm weak and weak." Weiss looked up at the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, and grinned.

"How can you! You can see the bones in the wound! You can't touch alcohol! What's more, it's whiskey!" Ms. Rosmerta immediately stopped her, spreading her hands in front of Weiss.

"Rosmerta, get out of the way." The old man was impatient. He stretched out his hand and waved Ms. Rosmerta away, and poured half of the wine on Weiss' bloody chest with one hand. Suddenly Weiss sat up and grinned. howling.But after wailing, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to take out his pocket, and poured bottles of potion on the wound as if he didn't want money.

"Bai Xian is useless, the wound contains black magic, you just wait here, I have notified him." The old man handed the remaining half bottle of whiskey to Weiss: "Although the instant severe pain can stimulate You let your limbs recover, but your blood is bleeding too much, don't move around, drink this to relieve the pain."

"I would rather you handed me blood tonic." Weiss took the wine bottle with trembling hands, and drank it down gulp by gulp.

When Wes took his fourth sip, Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared beside Wes, seeing the huge wound on Wes's back, the scorched marks from the flames and the blood scattered all over the place, his pupils froze violently. Shrinking, breathing is also a little short.

"Hey, Professor, you came so fast, I thought I could have a few more sips." Weiss felt that the sun was blocked by the shadow, and couldn't help but look up. After finding that it was Dumbledore, he immediately felt relieved and lay down completely. He closed his eyes slightly: "Can you...take me back...to Hogwarts."

"Don't take him to St. Mungo's, just do as he said." The old bartender turned and went back to the Pig's Head Bar: "And let him remember to give me the money for the drink, ten Galleons."

…Principal room…

"Lie down, I'll clean up the black magic on the wound first." Dumbledore controlled Weiss to lie on his desk, and said seriously: "It will hurt very much, so when you can't help it, you can Cry out, Fox, please give me a few tears, and get some blood-tonifying potions from Severus."

"I have no...problem, professor, please listen carefully...what I'm going to say next, Voldemort...has been resurrected." Weiss's first words caused Dumbledore's wand to stop, and a pair of blue eyes looked angry and surprised Come over: "Did he hurt you?"

"No, it's mainly...a few werewolves...that's all." Weiss closed his eyes and said slowly, "At that time..."

…after an hour…

"...The names I found out include Fenrir Greyback...Barty Crouch Jr....Peter Pettigrew...There should be...Lucius Malfoy...At the same time, I suspect...Azkaban has been breached, The worst result is that the dementors may also submit to him..." Weiss still closed his eyes and said slowly one by one.

"Okay, I've remembered it all, you should go to rest too, the black magic in the wound has almost dissipated, I'll take you to Poppy's." Dumbledore wiped the fine hair on his forehead with trembling hands. Hanzhu said with relief: "Fortunately, there are no traces of teeth biting."

"I dodged it...help me find Hermione...I have to meet her in person...by the way, ask me something..." Weiss struggled to raise his hand, took out the wizard's cloak from the stretch bag, and covered himself tremblingly Get up: "It's not that I don't trust you, but..."

"... Sigh." Dumbledore sighed, and seeing Wes's difficult movements, he disapparated in an instant.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter? I haven't found Wes..." In the Forbidden Forest, Hermione eagerly said to the old man who suddenly appeared beside her with red eyes: "I saw a lot of blood! He shouldn't be able to go very far, should we go to the centaur tribe to ask?"

"...Don't worry, I've found him, you come with me." Dumbledore touched Hermione's head, and stretched out his arm for her to grasp.

After Hermione's eyes adjusted to the environment, she saw the pale Wes lying on the desk for the first time, and at the same time saw the blood all over the floor.

"Weiss, you... are you okay? Why is there blood all over the place!" Hermione rushed over quickly, reached out and touched Weiss's cold cheeks, tears rolled in her eyes, and wanted to remove the mask covering Weiss. cloak.

"Little Hermione, don't reveal it, you can't stand it." Dumbledore patted Hermione's head and comforted him: "I have already given first aid, next, you two have a good chat, I have to let They stopped searching and resumed classes."

"...You, in the second grade, drank polyjuice potion, who did you become..." Weiss reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand that was rubbing against his face, tried to open his eyes to look at her, and asked weakly.

"...became a black cat, and I took Millicent's cat fur as her hair." Hermione held Wes's cold hand in both hands, and responded eagerly with a crying voice: "Go and see When I was here, I touched my cat's ears, tail and paws! Let's stop talking, okay, I'll take you to the school hospital or St. Mungo's!"

"So...you're awake...wait, I'm fine...no problem...you answer me first...have you cut your hair recently...cut your nails, etc., how do you deal with them..." Weiss panted heavily , closed his eyes and said slowly: "This is...important...lost...how much?"

"No, I haven't cut my hair recently, and I threw my nails with Lavender's... You mean someone turned into me!" Hermione said with red eyes shaking her head, but suddenly she was taken aback, and suddenly A panic burst out from the bottom of my heart, and I looked at Weiss short of breath: "Did I hurt you? Did it become like me?"

"No...that's not you..." Weiss opened one eye, looked at the nervous Hermione half-closed, and shook her hand vigorously: "Be careful... think about it... when..."

"...I...was Fleur's male companion at the Christmas ball...I cut my hair, and when I woke up the next day, they were cleaned..." Hermione slowly recalled, her face became paler and her expression also changed. The more frightened she was, she said with trembling lips: "House... elves... why did I start SPEW for them!" The more she said, the higher her voice became, and finally she became a little hysterical.

"It's not to blame...they...it's just...in Hogwarts...there is...a...missing...house-elf...Spew is right..." Weiss' breathing became more and more heavy, and his half-opened eyes closed, Muttering: "Connected, connected... Winky... Barty Crouch... Ludo Badman..."

"Don't tell others... let Harry... play well..." Weiss squeezed Hermione's hand, and said in a low voice, "I will tell...Professor Dumbledore...I want to see him when I wake up..."

"Okay! I'll use the Levitation Charm to take you to the school hospital! Hold on!" Hermione took out her wand in a panic, wanting to release the magic.

"No, Professor Dumbledore...I'll be back in a while..." Weiss tugged at her hand, whispered, and then grinned an ugly smile: "I thought...you...you promised...Krum It's..."

"No! I really didn't!" Hermione's tears that had been swirling around finally flowed down, as if the grievances of the past few months broke out all at once, the tears could not be stopped, and she lay on Weiss and burst into tears.

When Dumbledore returned to the principal's office, he was obviously taken aback when he saw this scene. His face instantly became extremely ugly. He walked over quickly, and slowly stretched out his trembling hand towards Wes's nose. When he felt that he was still breathing weakly, The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and then he looked at Hermione who was still crying with black lines.

...3 days later, the school hospital...

"Voldemort must be the biggest banker now. We can't change anything. Even if we participate in gambling, he won't lose money to us, and he will confuse them all." Weiss shook his head and sighed: "Lu Dobadman has long been his man, and only by knowing the changes in the odds at the first time can he earn the most.

According to Draco and Pansy, he already owed a large amount of money at that time, and a senior gambler would sell his house for the last gamble, but his house is still empty, which shows that his principal has not yet been paid. When it is used up, of course there is no need to sell the house.

So where does his principal come from?His reputation is already well known, who would lend him?Only the biggest banker Voldemort left.

That's why, I don't feel that desperate and desperate feeling from him, and his help to Harry is only a verbal inquiry, and he has not put it into practice.

Barty Crouch must have been cast under some kind of spell, otherwise his character would never have given Percy all the work.

And the caster of the deepening spell is Ludo Badman, they are together all the time, and the work that should have been explained by Barty Crouch is all given to Ludo Badman, who has a lower position than him , including referees and commentators.

And the way they communicate with the outside world is what you brought in, including Hermione's hair, which was stolen by her.

Fortunately, her hair has been lost for too long, and she has applied a lot of potions to smooth her hair before. I am afraid that there are not many hairs that can effectively make potions. Eight Hermiones came out. "

"It's a wonderful inference, but unfortunately there is no evidence." Dumbledore clapped his hands in admiration, and then shook his head: "And I went to Barty Crouch's house, and there was no one there..."

"Did Azkaban also refuse your entry?" Weiss looked at Dumbledore's downcast eyes and said, "Fudge thinks the world is peaceful, but you are overthinking it?"

"Yes..." A trace of disappointment flashed in Dumbledore's eyes: "He began to worry that I would divide his rights."

"If the world is peaceful, then the world will be peaceful. Please, that Auror from last time find a few people to 'closely protect' them! Tell me not to hinder him and let out false news, he will come to me, and I will tell you at that time, no matter what, first beat him into that kind of child!" Weiss clenched his fist and said: "I This time I will bring the sword of light! Even the soul will be chopped into eight pieces by him!"

"Hehehe, you should recuperate first." Dumbledore said, looking at the blood oozing from the gauze wrapped around Wes's chest.

"Professor... Does that kind of magic really exist? The magic of resurrection?" Weiss asked after being silent for a while.

"...It can be said to exist, or it can be said not to exist." Dumbledore pondered for a while and said seriously: "Tom's soul fragments have not been wiped out, he will not die, then it is no problem to return to his own body .But your teacher..."

"I understand." Weiss nodded and said, "Then whose blood is the enemy's? You or Harry?"

"Harry's, in the first project, Barty Crouch asked all the warriors to put a crystal vial of blood, saying that it was for St. Mungo to analyze whether they had taken some potions, such as Felicia Yes." Dumbledore sighed: "I didn't expect this to happen."

"Uh, so what is Harry Voldemort's? Dad or brother?" Weiss blinked his eyes a few times and asked in confusion.

"I can't answer you." Dumbledore stroked his beard and stood up: "I can only say that little Hermione is here to visit you."

"Oh? Didn't she help Harry train?" Weiss looked out the door suspiciously.

"I don't know about this... But, from the old man's point of view, there is something I have to say." Dumbledore was about to wave his wand to release the apparition, but he stopped suddenly, looked at Wes with his eyes and said.

"What?" Weiss looked over in a daze.

"Don't kill people," said Dumbledore, waving his wand and disappearing in an instant.

"Does it mean that I don't want to die?" Weiss looked down at his wounds and guessed what Dumbledore meant.

　That's it, it's been changed for a day, and it won't be changed.13000 words today.

　　There are things to be busy in May, and the update will be more depending on the mood. . .

　　It is possible to rest for 30 days a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)