From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Chapter 481 Burn!

"It's getting dark, Lord Voldemort."

Bertha packed up everything in the store, ordered the goods for the last time, packed up the goods, and then carefully carried the medicine with her and walked to the door of her small shop.

Today is Easter, Ilvermorny School of Magic has entered the holiday, and the school's protection has been set up, but it is almost undefended for her.

"Come on, Bertha, tonight we'll start a new..."

Voldemort could hardly contain the excitement in his heart. If it wasn't for the doubts he had accumulated in his heart during this period of time, he would even have a grand celebration with a killing or something...

Bertha entered the entrance of the secret passage skillfully but nervously, her wand lit—she had never felt her heartbeat so clearly.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the empty passage, and every step was on her heartbeat, which made her forehead covered with thin beads of sweat without knowing it. She was afraid that she would encounter the next step from Ilverman. Professor or student of Ni, that means that there will be one more dead person tonight.

However, nothing happened—from the secret passage to the lobby, and from the lobby to the snakewood in the open space of the campus.

The 100-year-old snakewood now has shiny and shiny leaves. The huge canopy covers the sky half the size of a football field. The moonlight sprinkles from the branches and leaves and is cut to the ground—Bertha can guarantee that this place Must be a great place for a date.

"What are you doing, Bertha... Take out our medicine and spill it on the tree."

"what?"

Bertha was stunned for a moment, and then, the potions boiled with blood and sweat were poured onto Snakewood's torso like splashing water.

Those potions did not have any corrosive effect. To be precise, when the potion was splashed on the tree trunk, it was quickly absorbed, and the snake wood itself became more lush and green.

"Then, hold it, Bertha..."

Bertha complied without any hesitation, and the next moment, she felt that she had lost control of her body.

An extremely unpleasant language came from the back of her head, hissing like a snake breathing.

But she understood the meaning of those words almost instantly, "Wake up, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Big Four - wake up!"

Although she had never heard of it, the name of the language immediately popped into her mind, Parseltongue.

In the story of Ilvermorny's founding of the school, Slytherin's own wand was completely sealed by Gormley Gaunt using Parseltongue, and now, the sealed lock meets the real key...

Just as she was thinking, the snake tree that she was holding tightly suddenly grew countless vines, wrapping her tightly, and then, in the corner of her eyes, those vines began to weave frantically. .

A human figure woven entirely of vines quickly formed behind her, and then a powerful force more seductive than the best fascination agent desperately poured into the human figure - it was accumulated by Snake Wood for hundreds of years. The incomparably powerful vitality has completed the qualitative change under the accumulation of quantity.

Under the impact of this force, Bertha felt that the missing area on the back of her head became extremely itchy, as if countless things were about to emerge...

"It's almost like...the potion of immortality made from the legendary magic stone..."

'Such a powerful force - Lord Dark Lord...'

She turned her head hard, and the body woven from vines behind her was no longer as rough as before. It seemed to be breathing and undulating regularly. With each ups and downs, a large piece of withered yellow leaves appeared. It fell from the crown of the tree and spread on the ground, and the body became more delicate.

As the fallen leaves on the ground covered with a thick layer, the body finally stopped beating.

"Bertha..."

A familiar voice sounded several times farther than before, "You did a good job...very good..."

Voldemort stretched out his hand from the tangled vines, his tone full of admiration—just when Bertha thought he was about to step out of the vines, his arm lightly stroked the vines, and the next moment, the fire burst out !

The greedy flame spread rapidly along the vines, and a ray of sparks sputtered out and fell into the fallen leaves on the ground, and the fire instantly rose into the sky!

"Lord Dark Lord!"

Bertha, who was instantly caught up in the sea of ​​flames, let out a wailing cry. However, when the flames caught her, it automatically avoided the past, forming a very beautiful ring, and then instantly devoured the thick snakewood leaves behind.

In less than half a minute, the flames had already burned above the snakewood, and after a slight lingering, it burned all the way along the snakewood's huge torso.

"wake up…"

The hissing snake voice sounded, but Bertha couldn't understand it again this time, but she didn't need to understand it either-amidst the burning flames, a primitive wand quietly broke through the flames, flew out, and landed lightly. In the hands of Voldemort, it is as if he had painstakingly obtained it from the master of the wand.

"Lord Dark Lord..."

"Quiet, Bertha..." Voldemort's red eyes looked at the burning snakewood, but he didn't lift his head, "I know, I have used less than half of the power it has accumulated over the past century, but without the burning of this fire, it is not so powerful. power, how can I deceive..."

Voldemort explained in a low voice - he couldn't accept the fact that he lacked a lot of memory, especially since those memories had not been recovered until now, so he decided to magically deceive anyone or something who could know his life and death.

It's an extremely dangerous method, as in doing so he will even lose the protection of those Horcruxes briefly, but it's very necessary - it's impossible to tell whether it's a loyal Death Eater or a disloyal one Know that he has returned.

More importantly, the person who might have caused him to lose his memory—probably himself—wouldn't know of his resurrection.

He didn't know if his guess was right, but if there was, he would kill that self with his own hands, because he was the one and only Lord Voldemort - even if he might just be a smeared remnant.

"Come on, Bertha..."

Voldemort waved his arm and took away his only loyal servant - next, he had to scrutinize his memory, form his own team, and then test his dangerous idea for himself.

As the two of them left, the sky-high flames completely lost their restraints and burned wildly.

—

"pain…"

Harry struggled to cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself, but the pain from his body wasn't something that an outside spell could stop him.

He even tried to apply the Bubble Head Charm to himself, but it still didn't work - of all the knowledge he had learned, he had never dealt with the piercing pain inside his body!

'The head is going to be... cracked...'

Harry, who was pulling violently, even temporarily had the ability to control his body, but it didn't help.

One minute? three minutes? five minutes?

Harry felt like a year had passed every second, but in the midst of such excruciating pain, he still felt something wet slipping from his forehead, and a **** smell rushed into his nose instantly.

"My head is about to explode..."

Amidst such doubts, Harry saw a small piece of crystal-clear shard-like thing emerge, easily passed through his bubble head spell, and floated in front of him.

The next moment, he felt that his entire body was pouring into the piece of debris several times faster than before, and it began to rapidly expand, expand and expand, turning into a mass that made Harry extremely disgusting and even look at it. A product that I don't want to watch anymore.

However, the day-to-day training allowed him to still hold his wand firmly.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Fractured!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

He quickly used the magic that he knew clearly, but to no avail. The disgusting thing was absorbing his power crazily. He thought that the powerful spell could not cause even the slightest damage to it.

It even became more greedy, and approached Harry lightly, grabbed his hand, and tried to eat faster.

However, just as its barely tentacled existence touched Harry, it let out a heart-piercing scream.

It tried to let Harry go, but Harry knew what he had to do almost instantly - he gathered his last strength and hugged the **** thing frantically.

Harry immediately felt a strong burning sensation, and even a spark fell from the place he was holding, but he didn't even plan to let go at all. Happy.

He doesn't know where the monster came from - but it doesn't matter, he seems to have found a way to die together.

—

"how come…"

Karkaroff looked at the mark of the Dark Demon on his arm, and his heart was full of doubts.

He felt more and more that the Dark Mark was wrong these days, and almost every minute he was worried that he had suddenly received a death notice from the Dark Lord.

But now the mark is no longer as hot and dark as before, and its color is even slowly dissipating to its previous appearance.

It was like setting off a firework. After the spark flickered for a long time, not only could the dangerous red color be lost, but even the smoke could not be cut.

'stay…'

‘Escape? ’

Karkaroff was making a difficult decision - when he was middle-aged, he no longer had the courage to enter the magical world of a country like he did back then, and then strive to become the head of a school to practice his talents.

He knew better than anyone that as soon as he set off, the opponents who were finally subdued by him would swarm him and throw him from the headmaster's throne.

But... If you don't run away, is it an illusion these days?

He didn't dare and didn't have the courage to gamble with his life that the Dark Lord's resurrection was killed.

It was then, and it is now... It's not for nothing that he's been called the toughest dark wizard by Moody's.

"Then let's run..."

He made up his mind, disembarked from Durmstrang's own ferry, and strode towards the castle at Hogwarts - although he was Durmstrang's headmaster, he was studying at Hogwarts. During the seven years of his life, he knew no less than anyone about the secret passages in the castle.

—

'It's not right...'

Karkaroff's hand reached for his wand.

But a Disarming Charm hit him right before he could reach for his wand, sending his wand straight into the air.

'I'm careless...'

Karkaroff felt a bitterness in his heart. He was emotional, and he felt that he had suddenly become a bereaved dog, and he relaxed his vigilance while being sad.

'I don't think the Dark Lord would sneak into Hogwarts for the first time to trouble Dumbledore...'

'Moody's right, I do...'

Just when he was about to poke his neck, a voice he never imagined he could hear here came out, "What are you doing in the secret passage of the school in the middle of the night, Principal Karkaroff?"

'It's that Professor William! ’

Karkaroff was instantly pleasantly surprised—judging by the way this Professor William dealt with Death Eaters, he didn't think he would be a Death Eater at all.

Besides, how old was this professor back then?

"I…"

In an instant, Karkaroff turned countless thoughts, but he was too aware of the habit of the professor he admired - a lie can't be deceived, and if there is a slight flaw...

"It's not like... I don't even have the courage to admit it... It makes people look shriveled for no reason..."

"I'm running for my life, Professor William."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Karkaroff's face, "Leave the position of the principal, leave my students, leave the responsibility and honor, because of the man you know, he is back."

"The Dark Lord?"

William looked at Karkaroff.

"Yes, just tonight - you should know what he did..."

"Tonight?"

Originally, William, who had gone through the dark passage because he was too late to return and did not intend to wake Hagrid, was stunned, and then a strange look appeared on his face.

"Just tonight?"

"Yes—" Karkaroff simply broke the jar and showed his Dark Mark, "It's been wrong some time ago, but tonight it's normal to be scary..."

Countless thoughts popped up in William's mind - relief, waiting announcements, late grades...

But one of the most important news trumps the others.

"Harry..."

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Karkaroff, I'm in a hurry!"

He didn't even have time to return Karkaroff's wand and ran all the way to the other side of the secret passage - the Dark Lord was resurrected, so did he target Harry this time?

In about five minutes, he ran to the end of the secret passage. Then, he directly took out the rope, stuck it to the ceiling, and moved quickly in the corridor with an extremely fast pulling method. .

The passing oil painting was awakened by the noise he made, and then watched in astonishment as a professor swept across the corridor in a gesture that was more daring than Gryffindor to deduct points.

The startled Filch didn't even have time to identify who was violating the rules. He just saw a wizard wearing a normal wizard robe swaying through the corridor.

"Don't let me catch it, or else!!"

Filch's voice was left behind by William, who ran quickly to the door of the Gryffindor lounge without even bothering to apologize.

But at the moment the lounge has become a mess...

The fat lady guarding has opened the entrance to the maximum and issued a sharp warning sound.

"It's on fire, it's on fire, the lounge is on fire!"