From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Wake up... boy... wake up..."

Harry gasped and woke up from the cold ground.

Standing in front of him was a pale woman, who looked haggard but could not hide her beauty.

Harry wanted to step back and pull out his wand as he had trained countless times in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but his head hit a hard object and his hands were tied so he could not move.

"You are Malfoy's mother!" Harry recognized the woman in front of him and had a terrifying guess, "You colluded with Karkaroff! You also attacked Moody with the Imperius Curse! I thought Malfoy was not that bad!"

"That proves that their disguise is in place! You are also very energetic! Harry Potter!" Another voice sounded, and Narcissa, who was standing in front of Harry, left.

When Harry moved his sight, he found that he was not lying on the ground, but tied to a tombstone with a rope. This was a gloomy and desolate cemetery, with withered grass mixed with residual snow, showing dilapidated, and it seemed that no one had come to maintain it for a long time.

Behind the tall cedar trees was the white outline of a small church, and in the distance there was a small hill with an old house on the hillside.

Harry finally saw the person who had spoken before, a sickly and thin man with a mixed expression of pride and ecstasy on his face.

The man used his wand to control a huge stone crucible, which was placed not far in front of Harry. The liquid inside looked viscous and thick, just like the mercury often used by alchemists.

"Who are you?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Battie!" the man replied, "The Barty Crouch you saw on the map!"

"Absolutely impossible! Barty Crouch is an old man!" Harry shouted.

"Yes, the one you are talking about is my father. We all call him Barty Crouch..." Little Barty approached Harry, pulled his cheek like checking an animal, and opened his mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense to him, Barty. I've been waiting too long!"

Another voice sounded, and Harry turned his head to see a serious and dull old man holding a ball of rags. He looked very similar to Barty the Younger, and Harry knew that it should be his father, Barty the Older, Crouch.

Harry noticed that Barty the Older did not speak, and the voice actually came from the rags in his arms...

Maybe it was not rags, but a baby.

"Yes! Lord Dark Lord!" Barty the Younger made an exaggerated salute, and used his wand to light a fire in the stone crucible, and the liquid like mercury began to emit steam.

Harry never thought that he would meet Voldemort in such a situation, but he had no regret or fear in his heart. Instead, he asked loudly: "Why don't you show your true face! Voldemort! Are you afraid of me? Afraid of failing me again?"

"You dare!" Little Barty pointed his wand at Harry frantically and chanted the spell loudly, "Crucio!"

The unbearable pain surged from all over his body, like countless files rubbing on Harry's bones. His eyeballs were beating wildly in his eye sockets, and every organ in his body was wailing. For a moment, Harry even felt that it would be more pleasant to die...

"Stop!" Voldemort's angry voice sounded, "He is mine, Barty! If anything goes wrong with Harry Potter before I resurrect, I will let you watch every bone of yours being crushed into powder with your own eyes!"

The pain in Harry's body stopped, and Little Barty said humbly and fearfully: "Yes! Lord Dark Lord..."

"Hurry! I can't wait!" Voldemort urged again.

The liquid in the stone crucible has begun to boil, and the surface of the liquid is like countless satins dotted with jewels.

Barty Jr. took Voldemort from his father's hands and held his sticky, wet body in his arms, just like holding his real son. Then Barty Jr. put Voldemort into the boiling potion, and with a hissing sound, Harry seemed to hear the sound of Voldemort's body hitting the bottom of the crucible.

"Watch carefully, Harry Potter! Our master is coming back! He will bring absolute rule to this world! And this rule starts today! Start with my wand!" Barty Jr. pointed to the gray sky with the wand that tortured Harry severely, and chanted loudly, "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son reborn!"

The grave where Harry was tied to the tombstone cracked a crack, and a small wisp of dust responded to Barty Jr.'s call and gently fell into the crucible.

The glowing potion suddenly reacted violently, sparks kept flying out, and after a few seconds, the liquid turned into a bright and dirty blue, which made people know it was poisonous at a glance.

Barty licked his lips bloodthirstily and took out a dagger from his arms.

Harry thought Barty was going to operate on him at first, but he didn't expect him to hold the dagger on his arm and laughed and said, "This is my supreme honor! Master! The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, can make your master reborn!"

After a muffled groan, Barty's left arm was broken at the elbow and fell into the crucible with a plop. The poisonous potion changed again, from turbid blue to flame-like red, and the ominous light illuminated Harry's terrified face.

"Now it's your turn... Harry Potter!" Barty stopped the bleeding of his broken arm, came to Harry with the dagger, and stabbed him in the shoulder.

With Harry's screams flowing out, Babat threw the sharp blade in his hand to one side, holding some blood with his hands.

He returned to the stone beside the stone, and he still said with a loud saying in his mouth: "The blood of the enemy is forced to give up, which can resurrect your enemy!"

The little Batty fell in front of the puppet because of pain and ecstasy, staring at each of Mars that flew out of the pupa until the color of the liquid changed again, becoming a black velvet color.

Bai Mengmeng's mist is constantly rising. As a man rose together, he was tall and thin, and it was no different from a skeleton.

"Put me." The cold, arrogant and sharp voice said.

Little Batty immediately trembled his lips "Yes", and hurriedly got up from the ground, but before he had time to stand up, Voldemort issued the next instruction: "Naxisa, you are here."

His complexion was like white paper, and Naxisa, who was standing aside from the beginning, seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake. She returned to God, hurriedly picked up the black robe on the ground, and put it on Voldemort's pale head.

Voldemort made a contented sigh, and then began to check his body. He was thin and powerful, not better than the skeleton. The slender fingers started from the chest and explored his new body. I have no hair on my hair.

Those scarlet eyes seem to shine, even in the pale snow, it looks very crowded. Voldemort was so ecstatic. He flexibly moved every part of his body, like dancing a strange and horrible dance.

"What a moving reunion, Harry Potter." Voldemort made a loud laugh, "After thirteen years, we finally face to face again."

Harry stared at Voldemort's pale face, and there was no emotion in his heart, but there was a discomfort in his throat, and he couldn't help vomiting.

Voldemort was disliked away, and turned to stare at the little Batty, who was still kneeling in front of the puppet.

"Batty, my most loyal servant." Voldemort said lazy, "How should I reward you?"

The Babato almost burst into tears. He stood up and kissed the back of the Voldemort and said loudly: "It's too early now, you still have many enemies that have not been cleared ... After you have completed the ultimate dream, it is not too late to reward me. ""

"I thought I would die silently in the forest in Albania ... I didn't expect that I still have so many loyal followers, you, Batty, and the Nasissa and Lucius couples ... and The Gores of Life in the Kuiddic World Cup gently said gently, "I said to you solemnly, I would not forget each of you.

Batty stretched out the intact right hand, and Voldemort rolled his sleeves, and a bright red tattoo was revealed, which was the appearance of the black demon label.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

At the moment when Voldemort was successfully resurrected, this black magic mark that had been lost has become as hot as a soldering iron, and was actively passing the news of the Black Devil's king to every Death Eaters.

Voldemort watched his masterpiece very satisfied, stretched out his pale fingers on it: "It is also back, everyone will notice it ... Now, let's see how many people have the courage to come back? How many people can choose stupidly? "

Harry didn't understand what Voldemort was talking about, but he could see that he was waiting, waiting for some people to respond to his move.

Voldemort across the stones and began to pace in front of Harry. A dark green snake swimmed out of the snow, spitting Shinzi around his master.

"You are standing on my father's grave, Harry Potter." Voldemort's voice reminded people of snakes, or more huge reptile animals, Harry can almost feel his cold scales passing through his neck "He is a idiot sesame melon ... just like your mother ... but they have exerted their own use and gave us a new life ... Your mother saved your life with the" magic of love '' My father contributed his bones and made me re -rebuild ... From this perspective, we are quite similar, right? "

Harry did not answer, but the calories and courage were returning to his body little by little, because Voldemort just mentioned his mother, and he had just returned from his death and is now in Hogwarts as a professor of the potion class. Essence

He knew that Avi and Dumbledore would definitely find their disappearance. Maybe it was a long time, and the three Weasley he had directed would take the initiative to report it.

"Did you see the house on the hillside? Potter? My father has lived there. And my mother is a wizard, living in a village under the mountain, and she must not be in love with him. After his identity, he abandoned her ... My father didn't like her magic ... "

"He left her and returned to his Muggle parents. At that time, I was not born, Potter. When my mother gave birth to me, it was difficult to die. He ... I reported to him, and the person who had the same name as me ... Tom Ridel ... "

Voldemort's pacing did not stop, his red eyes kept watching Harry, and seemed to want to leave some wounds on him with his gaze.

"Recalling the family history made me a little sad ..." Voldemort said softly, but then he raised his tone again, "Now! Look! Harry! My real family is back!"

There were many capes in the air, which came out of the sky, and Harry guessed that it was the sound of the phantom movement.

Between the tombstones, in the woods, on the grass and the snow, many wizards wearing black capes, wearing a hat, and covering their face with black cloth appeared.

They moved carefully, fearing that they would disturb the Voldemort standing in the middle ...

Then they fell to the ground one by one, just like believers worshiped their gods.

A man in a luxurious robe attracted Harry's attention. It was Lucius Malfoy. He scored Harry on the first project of the top three hegemony. Essence

Lucius Malfoy was the only wizard who did not cover his face or fell to the ground. He quickly welcomed the Voldemort and shouted respectfully: "You are back ... I can't believe this is real……"

"Lucius." Harry heard a trace of enthusiasm in the tone of Voldemort. "My loyal old friends can do it like you ... People can hold all the beliefs and make such a big movement at the Queidic World Cup to attract my attention ... "

"But this movement is too big, not only we, but even Ao Luo found you." Voldemort still whispered softly, and Lucius's face had exuded sweat. "Then At that time, I had just been relieved, with the help of Batty Crouch's father and son ... Unfortunately, the old Crouch temporarily changed the hexagram, and we had to control him with the soul gravitational curse ... It is a pity that even if there is nothing, it is still without everything. Still fantasizing about power, if he can wake up early, maybe it can become our first magic minister!

"That's just my duty as your loyal servant ..." Lucius whispered.

"When I saw Harry Potter as a warrior from the newspaper, I understood that you can trust it, Lucius." Voldemort explained proudly that it was not just to Harry, but also for all standing for all standing for all standing. Death to eat here.

"We fainted the two Ao Luo outside your manor and controlled them with the soul -winning curse. Fortunately, the current Magic Minister is a idiot, otherwise our actions may be more hindered. Unfortunately, you have always been in Huo Gwwarts, there is no way to contact you under Dumbledore's eyelids safely, and Batty is anxious to prove himself, so I will give him the task of this child ... Don't blame me to take it away Is your glory? "Lucius?"

"As long as your will, I will not hesitate to obey." Lucius still didn't raise his head.

"Let me see your eyes, Lucius." Voldemort said coldly.

Lucius lifted his head slowly, and looked at the scarlet eyes of Voldemort with those gray eyes.

Voldemort enters the countdown of death!