There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Greeting the Return of the Dark Lord

Lucius is not stupid.

Quirrell spoke nicely, but the expression on his face could not be faked.

That look of rejecting people thousands of miles away is too familiar.

Someone came to ask him to borrow money or help, and Lucius did the same to his poor friends.

No one wants to have a hot face and a cold ass.

Unfortunately, for the sake of his son, there was only one Hogwarts teacher at the scene, so Lucius could only forcefully smile and show his affection to Quirrell.

"It's a real hammer." Voldemort sneered: "Lucius may not have recognized you as a special agent, but he must have known from the dark wizard that you are willing to jump ship to join the team of Death Eaters, so I came to meet you."

"Lucius has evil intentions and is lurking in the Hogwarts team, which will definitely cause serious trouble."

"And in Gaunt's old house, there are also spies sent by the white wizard. The two parties have undercover agents and intrigue."

Quirrell gasped.

Is this the method of top black and white wizards?Luozi is as unpredictable as the horns of antelopes, and murderous intentions are hidden everywhere, and undercover agents may be placed at any time.

Quirrell looked at the innocent smiling faces of the little wizards with pity. They were still full of confidence, thinking that the plan would be successful at night.

silly!
The truly evil dark wizard has come in undercover!

"No wonder they." Voldemort said in a deep voice, "They were cautious enough to force Lucius to swear three unbreakable vows in a row. Lucius is too cunning to blame."

Quirrell nodded, the master was right.

If it weren't for the whole experience, Quirrell would never have imagined that black and white wizards have layouts in each other's camps.

There is only so much you can see, how much should you not see?

Quirrell fell into deep thought.

Back then, when the master was at his peak, he was so mighty with demons, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles away. He was both wise and brave.

"I wish I could have been born 20 years earlier!" Quirrell sighed.

It's such a sad day now!
Voldemort: "..."

Although he didn't know what Quirrell had imagined, Voldemort wisely didn't ask.

Can't ask, sad!

"Then what should we do now?" Quirrell felt that his brain was not enough.

Being on the front line of the wizarding war between black and white, he was under a lot of pressure.

"According to the circumstances!" Voldemort smiled darkly: "Our existence is unknown to both parties."

"The white wizard thinks we are white wizards, and the black wizard thinks we are black wizards. We are both right and left, and we jump back and forth. Which side is weaker supports which side, let them fight and lose!"

"By then, we're coming out to clean up the mess!"

"Conquer the black wizard and own the first army that belongs to me!"

Voldemort felt that even though he was a little bit of a third party, as long as the black and white wizards beat each other's brains out, he still had hope.

"Master, think twice!" Quirrell persuaded, "I think we should favor the White Wizard now."

Voldemort wanted to curse.

Didn't you tell me to subdue the black wizard just now?

"One moment and another moment." Quirrell said, "Lucius didn't come before, everything is under our control."

"But now that Lucius is here...he knows us too well, if my claim to be the Dark Lord's agent is recognized, we'll be done for!"

Commissioner of the Dark Lord, the White Wizard naturally wants to kill him soon.

The black wizard also looked unhappy at Quirrell.

You know, it is not Voldemort who is in charge now, but Voldemort's Horcrux diary!
Heretics are worse than enemies.

Voldemort sighed, and finally left the Albanian forest on Quirrell. After he came out, the wizarding world changed drastically, as if everyone was full of bad water.

Where was the magical world full of kindness and purity back then?If it exists I will definitely go.

I want to teach students magic in the most beautiful Hogwarts, not attack the lair where the dark wizard is stationed with this group of Hogwarts students who are darker than dark wizards.

Sighs are contagious.

Voldemort sighed with Quirrell.

Can't you live a peaceful life?
The little wizards waited for dark and raided Gaunt's old house.

After Mark sent Lucius away, he returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, opened the drawer, and touched Voldemort's diary.

Ashamed to say, he holds one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

But since Mark got the golden cup, it seems to be dead... broken, and Mark doesn't make a sound no matter how he plays it, which makes Mark feel very unfulfilling.

It's better to use a diary. In the original book, you play with Ginny and Harry.

He is not only a warm-hearted big brother, but also a close friend.

Mark felt that he and the diary would be able to eliminate disputes and achieve a win-win situation.

With his hand on the diary, Mark's consciousness communicated to Tom Riddle.

A handsome, blond guy appeared in front of Mark.

"Hi sir, I am the last patriarch of the Malfoy family." Tom bowed gracefully to Mark: "My grandson entrusted me to you. I hope the friendship between the Malfoy family and Hogwarts will last forever."

mark:"……"

If he didn't know what Tom was, Mark would really be deceived.

The Malfoy family handed over their ancestors to the headmaster of Hogwarts in an attempt to form an alliance. This sincerity is too strong, and any headmaster of Hogwarts dare not take it lightly.

That was Malfoy, one of the 28 holy bloods, who was born noble.

The honor of the ancestors cannot be tarnished.

"Hi, what's your name?" Mark asked.

Ah this.

Tom blinked.

Urgent, wait online.

What was the name of Lucius' father.

Tom knew the Malfoy family when he was a boy, but he didn't know Lucius.

Who would know what his father's name is!

"The name is just a code." Tom said with a smile on his face, "It's not worth mentioning."

Tom just wanted to start the fooling mode, no matter from which point of view, Mark is better than Dumbledore fooling.

As the saying goes, if you don’t have a hair on your mouth, you can’t do things well. Dumbledore’s beard was too thick when he was young. He was able to succeed later, and his charm was recognized by many people, thanks to his beard.

Later, when he was old, his hair and beard were pale, which was a symbol of wisdom.

Who mentioned Dumbledore without a thumbs up?
"If Dumbledore was in power, I might not have fooled him. He knows me too well and never believed me."

"But this new principal is too young, let me teach him a lesson today!"

Then Tom sneezed hard.

Tom: "..."

What's going on, who is talking about me?

Logically speaking, he was refined into a horcrux, and while he possessed an alternative long life, he lost his body and the sense of crisis that many wizards have.

Blessed to the soul, whim has nothing to do with him.

A cold, fever and itchy nose are even more of a joke.

"The only reason... my body lifted me." Tom sneered.

The returned main body is aloof, claiming to be one hundred thousand black wizards under his seat.

Now he is stronger than ever before.

Mention yourself, there is only one reason.

Tom's eyes were sharp: "He wants to refine me!"

The horcrux is transformed by a soul of the master.

Of course Tom knew that his dream was to refine seven Horcruxes.

Steady as an old dog, he has gone farther than anyone else on the road to longevity.

But the deprivation of the soul has its own troubles.

The seven soul fragments left the body. The body may be powerful, but the weakness of his soul is inevitable.

"So, after his return this time, he found a new way to live forever from the wisdom of a hundred thousand black wizards."

"He mentioned me because he wanted to refine me, return to the integrity of the soul, and obtain longevity from other paths."

Back then, Voldemort searched for many ways to live longer, each with its own drawbacks.

Only Horcruxes are relatively simple and have the highest income. Knowing that there are problems, Tom once resolutely chose this path.

Now, there is a better way, and it is normal to change the way.

"I was made out, I'm just Tom Riddle, not Voldemort!"

"If you want to change the path and obtain longevity in a better way, I have no objection."

"But you want to refine me? I don't agree!"

mark:"……"

He didn't do anything, just watched Tom's face change for a while, just like singing a big show, what was he thinking.

"You said you were Lucius' father, right?" Mark said with a smile, "Your grandson was captured by a dark wizard, and he is the direct heir of your Malfoy family."

Speaking of the so-called grandson, the anger in Tom's stomach rose slowly.

It's okay if you don't talk, but you will get angry when you talk about it!
He was so good at hanging out with Lucius that he didn't provoke anyone, and he was ready to fool Lucius into the light at any time to find out the first-hand information about the body, but he was brought out by this cheating child out of nowhere and threatened with fiendish fire.

Now, he is in the hands of the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he is in danger. Malfoy will at least take [-]% of the blame!

The youngest son, the eldest grandson, the lifeblood of grandparents.

The eldest grandson was arrested, Tom thought about it, and he could only show indignation.

"It's a pity that I'm dead. If I'm still alive, I will definitely rush into the dark wizard's lair and kill them all to prove my reputation as the Malfoy family!" Tom's voice was gloomy and full of confidence.

There are only a few dark wizards in the area, and he is not afraid when he is in school!

"Okay!" Makten stood up with a loud voice: "Since you have the heart, I will give you this chance!"

The words were so random that Tom didn't catch them.

Mark took out the dark red black wizard robe and put it on his body, and took out the mask engraved with runes and put it on his face.

In an instant, the positive role of the Hogwarts principal turned into a gloomy, mysterious and evil dark wizard.

The muscles in the corners of Tom's eyes twitched violently, and something seemed wrong.

Hogwarts forbids Apparation, whatever.

No one knows more about the secret passages of Hogwarts than Mark.

He took a secret road that Tom had never heard of, and came to Hogsmeade village.

Then, use Apparition to descend on Gaunt's old house.

In Nuoda’s Gaunt old house, 200 Doha black wizards perform their duties and are busy working.

They had just drank Gaunt's snake soup, which was very nourishing, full of energy, and full of energy.

The fatigue from not sleeping last night was instantly emptied.

Mark sniffed hard, it's too delicious.

Damn black wizards, they eat such a good thing secretly, and they can only smell the fragrance outside the door.

Sooner or later, they will pay the price!

No, not sooner or later.

Today, just today!

In the eyes of the dark wizards, the supreme god in their minds, the Dark Lord strode forward with a mask on his face. Although he couldn't see his expression, he could still see it from the exposed skin of his face. He was not angry and majestic.

Mysterious, sinister, eerie, bizarre.

It fit perfectly with the image of the Dark Lord in their hearts.

The torrential magic power radiated from Mark, and the surrounding air was thrown away. All the dark wizards found it difficult to breathe, and they admired Mark.

Crash.

More than 200 black wizards knelt at Mark's feet.

"Congratulations to the return of the Dark Lord!"

"Hiss!" Tom was in a trance, never expecting that the revived Dark Lord was rumored to be the headmaster of Hogwarts in disguise!
In other words, he stole the name of my body, took away my inheritance, enjoyed the worship of my subordinates, and inherited the fear I brought to everyone?
Tom flew into a rage.

What Dark Lord?What Hogwarts headmaster.

Dirty thieves!
Shameful liar!

He deceived the entire wizarding world!
"What's the smell? It smells so good?" Mark came to Gaunt's old house this time mainly to figure out this problem. The smell was so good that it aroused his greediness.

If you don't ask clearly, there is no chance to ask.

Ah this.

The black wizards looked at each other with embarrassment on each other's faces.

In the end, all dark wizards' eyes were on Avery.

Avery: "..."

Look at what I do, do I have an answer on my face?
What is so fragrant, you can't figure it out?
But seeing Mark turn his gaze, the corner of Avery's mouth was bitter.

As a small leader, when facing higher-level leaders, he can only report the situation.

Other dark wizards are not qualified!
Rewards belong to small leaders, and punishments belong to small leaders.

The so-called thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king.

"Master, you have a great plan!" Avery boasted first: "As you expected, there was indeed an attack by a white wizard!"

mark:"???"

No, Lucius and I stood outside Gaunt's old house and watched for hours, in the dead of night, nothing happened, why did we attack?

"White wizards are insidious and cunning. They know that we have an ambush in the middle of the night, so they deliberately chose to attack early in the morning." Avery said respectfully: "Fortunately, your loyal servants fought bravely, were not afraid of sacrifice, and overcome all difficulties. I vow to fight the White Wizard to the end."

Mark is about to fall asleep, can you stop talking nonsense and say something useful.

"What they sent was a rare basilisk... England has not heard of such a terrible monster for hundreds of years. They are trying to use this magical animal to catch us all!"

Mark has an old trough and doesn't know how to spit it out.

The basilisk is indeed powerful, but if hundreds of black wizards stand there, not to mention the basilisk, even dozens of fire dragons can blow them all up!

A wizard stands at the pinnacle of the magic world.

Not only relying on wisdom, but also the power to blow everything up!

All magical creatures are controlled by wizards.

But speaking of basilisks...

Mark looked strange.

As far as he knows, the only basilisk in the world today should be the one in the secret room.

So the origin of this basilisk is very problematic.

"How do you know this is a basilisk sent by the white wizard?" Mark was curious, where did the news come from?
(End of this chapter)