There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 110 Hey, Hydra

Quirrell was lost in thought.

Voldemort was so angry that he was about to explode on the spot.

He is the owner of Gaunt's old house!
Watching a group of dark wizards acting recklessly in his house, Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold.

"Qiro, kill them for me!"

Quirrell didn't hear it.

There are hundreds of people, strong soldiers and strong horses, and my small arms and legs will kill me with the head?

"Go to Azkaban, rescue my loyal Death Eaters, and let the dark wizards in front of us know what pain is!"

Voldemort roared.

The Gaunt family is the only great family that inherits the noble Slytherin blood today.

It is also a symbol of the orthodoxy of Voldemort's blood.

Voldemort is the only one left in the once glorious Gaunt family, and he should have all the right to inherit.

How can such an old house with a symbol of history and culture allow others to act recklessly?

"Master, haven't we discussed it? There are a lot of dementors in Azkaban. You may not be able to live in your current state." Quirrell advised: "Besides, apparition is strictly prohibited in Azkaban. In the past, I had to take a boat.”

"You also know on the side of the boat that it's loose on the outside and tight on the inside. If I rob the boat and report it in minutes, I can't operate it."

"Stupid!" Voldemort said hoarsely, "What do you want in a boat? You can swim!"

Quirrell blinked.

Master, what are you talking about, why can't I understand.

"I heard that someone in the far east said that the Pacific Ocean was not covered, so they resolutely crossed the Pacific Ocean and swam to the Lighthouse Country."

"Azkaban was built on a small island in the North Sea, and the North Sea belongs to the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, not far from us."

"People can swim over, why can't you?"

Quirrell: "..."

Voldemort's majesty and prestige frighten thousands of dark wizards, why can you just put your mouth on the back of my head?
Human constitutions are not the same. Maybe someone can cross the Pacific Ocean in extreme anger and meet the happy life of gunfights every day, but I can't!

"Really?" Voldemort wondered.

"No way!" Quirrell swore, "It's a dog that can swim!"

"It's a pity." Voldemort expressed regret.

"If only you could swim across, as for the dementors," Voldemort sneered.

"It doesn't matter if they are disobedient. Azkaban is full of our people. If we rescue a few, our power will grow. How can a mere dementor beat a wizard?"

"If you refuse to surrender, I will destroy the dementors together!"

Voldemort's idea makes sense, but Quirrell has a question.

"You all know that the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban are your most loyal servants, how could your Horcrux not know?" Quirrell said tactfully, "So..."

Voldemort fell silent.

He suddenly felt very lonely.

Although the world is big, there is no room for him.

The Horcruxes betrayed him, his loyal servants betrayed him, the prisoners of Azkaban may betray him at any time, all the teachers and students of Hogwarts and the vast majority of wizards in the wizarding world are enemies of life and death with him.

This life is a failure.

What's the point of being alive?
Voldemort's mood faded.

"Cheer up, Master!" Quirrell clenched his fists: "The Dark Lord in my heart is an unrivaled hero. One day, he will come on a broomstick and give me the status of being under one person and above ten thousand people!"

"Don't make me guess the beginning but not the ending!"

"Do you still remember the promise you made to me that day?"

The corner of Voldemort's mouth was bitter.

Let it go, let it be for Quirrell, try your best for the last time.

If that doesn't work, take Quirrell back to his hometown... let's farm.

Gaunt's old house, the dark wizards racked their brains to arrange it.

Under the guidance of Mark, the dark wizards proceeded from reality, united as one, worked together, and cooperated for a win-win situation. With the Dark Lord theory as the core, they gave full play to their subjective initiative.

Fully implement the decisive basic strategy of killing the Death Eaters, and speed up the process of building the old mansion of Gunter. Facing the new situation, new tasks, and new requirements of the Dark Lord, all the dark wizards expressed that they will continue to strengthen and improve various organ spells, hold high The banner of pure blood is unshakable, and it is incompatible with half-blood wizards and mudbloods.

At the same time, promote the realization of the reasonable demands of pure-blood wizards, safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of pure-blood wizards, minimize discordant factors, regard the construction of Gaunt's old house as a century-old project, and strive to build a new Dark Wizard Ministry of Magic base in the shortest possible time.

Create a good social environment and provide the source of power for the Death Eaters to comprehensively build a new magic world with pure blood as the core.

In addition, comprehensively strengthen the construction of the procuratorial team, establish a strict, fair, and civilized law enforcement image, treat pure blood as warm as spring, and punish crimes with three glasses of wine.It's as hot as summer for mixed races, breaking the law and spending money to make up for laughing.As ruthless as autumn to mudbloods, law enforcement is impartial, violations must be investigated, crimes must be investigated, no matter who is behind the other party, investigate to the end.

Mark asked Simpson and the other dark wizard leaders to pick them out, all of whom were completely hopeless Death Eater reservists.

Ordinary black wizards are just playing tricks and stealing chickens and dogs, and whoever is the most powerful will take refuge in whomever they are, and act as a fence-sitter.

And the people in Gaunt's old house really want to change the world.

The leader of the dark wizard is called Avery, a former Death Eater, who is famous in a sense.

At the end of the Goblet of Fire, Voldemort summoned his brothers after his resurrection, and the Death Eaters came to bow down one after another. Voldemort ignored everyone else and only cast Cruciatus on Avery.

The master tormenting you is loving you.

Now, Mark COS Voldemort has played a big role, and Avery hastened to join him.

With a wave of his hand, Mark appointed Avery as the commander-in-chief of Gaunt's old house, commanding the three evil dark wizards in 230, with great power in his hands.

Avery thought he would be punished by the Dark Lord, but he didn't expect to be punished. He was rewarded a lot, and he was very grateful for being reused.

Avery swears that he will do his best until he dies.

Willing to shed the last drop of blood for the Dark Lord!

Who dares to say a bad word about the Dark Lord, Avery is in a hurry with him!
The dark wizards were working in full swing, Avery had a gloomy face, followed by two younger brothers on the left and right, and he was patrolling.

"Who's that over there?"

"Looks like Quirrell," someone said.

"That's right, only Quirrell's head is covered with a cloth, just like the Protoss."

Avery was taken aback.

If you talk about Quilo, just talk about Quilo, what are you doing talking about the Protoss?
wanna die?

You guys are wise to shut up.

There are too many things that shouldn't be mentioned these days, even dark wizards who have no taboos have to pay attention.

"I heard that Quirrell works at Hogwarts." Avery thought thoughtfully, "Is it Mark's order to come here?"

"No." Immediately, Avery denied his conjecture.

The Dark Lord had just issued an order, even if Mark had internal support among the dark wizards, it was impossible for Mark to know so soon!
"Grab it and ask and you'll know." Someone suggested.

In front of a series of spells such as Cruciatus, Soul Reaper, and Out of Body spells, no one can hide their secrets.

The famous Longbottoms were tortured by Bellatrix with the Cruciatus Curse, hoping to know the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. The Longbottoms suffered so much that they lost their minds due to the torture.

It's not that they don't want to say it, but they really don't know.

Avery waved his hand, and the four younger soldiers divided into two groups and outflanked them.

When Quirrell reacted, the four wands were already pointing at him.

As the BOSS, Avery walked over slowly.

The magic world is not big, Quirrell and Avery are old acquaintances,
The corner of Quirrell's mouth was bitter. He just persuaded his master to cheer up, but he was immediately surrounded by five black wizards.

Here, the backcountry, the wilderness.

Nothing but Dark Wizards.

When a person dies, no one will be able to find out.

"Don't cast the spell, don't cast the spell, it's me, Quirrell, we know each other." Quirrell recognized Avery and begged for mercy.

"Oh, it's you kid." Avery laughed.Wealth and honor do not return to their hometowns, like walking in brocade clothes at night.

He managed to get mixed up, what's the point of ex-friends if they can't see?
"Avery, you brought the dark wizard here?" Quirrell asked, he saw the identity of Avery's leader.

"The Dark Lord asked me to bring you a message." With power in his hand, he didn't panic.Little brother Avery was beside him, and his pride suddenly arose, thinking that Quirrell was a professor at Hogwarts after all, and if he could instigate him, wouldn't it be easy to attack Hogwarts in the future?
In order to repay the Dark Lord's kindness, Avery is willing to take the initiative to recruit useful wizards and recruit them into Death Eaters.

"Oh?" Quirrell raised an eyebrow.

The Dark Lord is speaking?
joke!

The real Dark Lord is on the back of my head!
I talk to him every day, with you?
What you are loyal to is nothing more than my master's Horcrux.

shallow!

childish!

"As long as you are willing to hand over your wand and surrender, you will have wealth and wealth at your fingertips." Avery smiled kindly, and Quirrell was like a spring breeze.

"Oh, here." Quirrell immediately handed over his wand.

The five wizards surrounded and fought, and they definitely couldn't beat them, so it was better to vote.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Avery: "..."

No, you are a dignified professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, don't you have no principles at all?
I just solicited a word and you voted?
No sense of accomplishment!

and many more.

Avery frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.

It is known that Quirrell is a Hogwarts professor personally approved by Mark.

Mark who?

The current headmaster of Hogwarts shouted for ten years to eliminate dark wizards and kill Death Eaters!
The people he recognizes must be strong and righteous.

Prosperity and wealth, life and death threats are of course important to small people, but Avery participated in the last wizarding battlefield. At that time, countless heroes were born in the white wizarding group.

Even standing on the opposite side, Avery admires the other side's persistence.

Life and death are ignored.

Money, but dung.

So, there is only one truth!
Avery sucked in a breath. He never expected that Quirrell, a sly-eyed man, really wanted to go deep into the Tiger...Death Eater's lair, eavesdrop on the secrets, and report to Hogwarts!
"He wasn't sent by Mark, but he was wandering around. When he suddenly discovered the situation, he immediately made up his mind. He was not afraid of life and death, only for the justice in his heart!" Avery sneered, what a Quilo, loyal and courageous Careful.

Fortunately, Avery was more skilled and saw through Quirrell's disguise!
"Welcome to join me, my friend." Avery laughed and patted Quirrell on the shoulder.

Internal response, only hidden in the dark can be a threat.

The exposed internal response does not matter.

Avery thought about it, thinking of a lot of ways to pass fake news through Quirrell.

If the information is not equal, how can you lose?
Avery clasped Quirrell's hands tightly, smiling inwardly.

The Dark Lord, my master.

In our war with Hogwarts, since I discovered the internal response sent by the other party, we will win the first round.

Don't reward me, this is what I should do.

It is my honor to serve you.

……

Hogwarts Castle.

Mark rubbed his nose, it was always itchy for some reason.

In front of them, dozens of little wizards are well prepared and ready to go at any time.

They are full of energy and blood, and they want to face the most terrifying enemy in the most perfect state.

Harry's body trembled with excitement.

Soon, it's time to face the real Death Eaters.

The opportunity to avenge your parents has come!
Kill the Death Eaters first, then Voldemort!
Hermione held a large bag in her arms, which was filled with various magical items, including the Ravenclaw diadem.

This crown is too powerful, as long as Hermione wears it, she can immediately regain her composure, think about problems without being affected by emotions, and rationally judge the best solution.

Hermione had a hunch that this raid, the crown would be of great help to her.

"Sister Kassandra." Colby approached Cassandra with a deep voice: "This may be the last time we meet."

"For the sake of having known each other for many years, can I realize my last wish?"

"No." Cassandra said coldly. "Fischer told me earlier that you wanted to take the opportunity of your last wish to touch my ass. If you want to die, I can fulfill you. You don't need to be so euphemistic."

Colby glared angrily, "I'm going to spoil my big business!"
Fischer lowered his head, not daring to look his brother in the eye.

"And Fischer, if you want to take a photo with me, don't think about it." Cassandra looked disgusted: "If you take a photo, you will sleep with the photo at night, right?"

Gryffindor next door sneered.

Faintly as if someone said where the toad came from.

Hermione shook her head, the battle was imminent, and Cassandra's Slytherin twins were in a disordered state of mind, and it really shouldn't be.

"Okay!" Cassandra walked in front of everyone: "I will direct this operation, who supports it and who opposes it?"

Colby stood behind Cassandra without saying anything to the Fischer brothers.

The so-called dog licking is how the goddess humiliates, and they are willing to do so.

Cassandra has a high prestige at Hogwarts, she is willing to stand up, even if someone has different ideas, she dare not compete with Cassandra.

After winning, Cassandra led the Frey brothers and even the whole Slytherin to fan the ghostly wind.

If you lose, Cassandra will put on shoes for you directly.

It's too risky, and it's not a good thing, and it's not worth fighting for.

"Very good." Cassandra was very satisfied: "The name is not right, our team raided Gaunt's old house to save Malfoy, we must have a famous name."

"That's right!" Gryffindor expressed support: "I suggest calling it Fire Phoenix!"

"Laugh off my big teeth, Fire Phoenix sounds like a woman."

"Understood, that's called Spike!"

"Howling Commando!"

"Call it Hydra." Cassandra said, "A snake can't do without a head. I will be the leader of Hydra."

"You all have your own thoughts, which coincide with the nine heads and nine thoughts of the nine-headed snake."

"I've already thought of the slogan."

"Chop off one head and grow two!" Cassandra raised her wand: "It means we will never perish!"

"I am the only one who died, and there are people who will come after me!"

Except for Gryffindor's strong objection because of the snake, the other two colleges expressed no opinion, [-] to [-], and Gryffindor students could only reserve their opinions.

"Put it on." Cassandra took out two dark wizard robes and handed them to Harry and Hermione.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, what was this for?

Dazed for a moment, Harry and Hermione noticed that the seniors around them took out their dark wizard robes and put them on. In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by dark wizards!

(End of this chapter)