Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 370 364. I, Voldemort, am back

Looking at the boiling liquid in the huge cauldron, Voldemort's face was full of excitement.

Finally I can get my original body back.

He couldn't wait to throw away this damn goblin body.

"Lucius, you did this very beautifully."

Voldemort looked at Lucius standing beside him and praised him without hesitation.

"This is all thanks to your leadership, Master, and the assistance of Vincent (Crabbe) and Gregory (Gower), who did a great job."

Lucius' humble attitude made Voldemort very satisfied.

"Crabbe and Goyle's children?"

"It's true that the two idiots who didn't rush over immediately did a good job this time."

"You will be responsible for these things from now on, Lucius."

Voldemort's words made Avery, another Death Eater standing in the room, change his expression slightly, but he did not dare to question Voldemort's decision.

He just stared at Lucius fiercely.

Voldemort was very aware of his subordinates' little thoughts, but he would not stop them. After all, competition would provide motivation.

"Now. I want my body back."

With that said, Voldemort jumped into the boiling cauldron without thinking, just like he did when he was at Riddle's old house.

This time he didn't feel his body being burned, instead he felt incomparable pleasure everywhere in his body.

A burst of white smoke immediately filled the huge crucible, and the magic potion inside was instantly evaporated. The overwhelming magic power changed the surrounding environment. The wind and clouds changed color. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the biting cold wind blew the old building away. The house creaked.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of Death Eaters, Voldemort shed his goblin body and replaced it with a human body.

The body was tall and thin, like a skeleton, and it seemed to have scales on it, as if the pale skin had been soaked in formalin for three days and three nights, and seemed to emit a pearl-like light. There is no nose but two holes instead, and there are no lips on the mouth. The blood-red eyes appear brighter in the darkness. The pupils are two slits, like cat eyes, and the forehead is as bare as a hard-boiled egg.

This is not so much a human being as a monster.

Dangerous magical transformations grant him unimaginable powers.

When he came out of the huge cauldron, he was wearing a pure black robe. Like Grindelwald, he also liked black.

When the surrounding Death Eaters saw this, they immediately crawled to his feet to form a circle, even Lucius was no exception.

Voldemort opened his arms, as if embracing the world, and took a deep breath.

"I, Voldemort, am back."

His most dangerous dark wizard ever, the Dark Lord of the Death Eaters, is back.

That unimaginably huge magic power frightened the Death Eaters behind him. It was really back. It was still as powerful and invincible.

"Hey Hey."

Voldemort grinned and let out an unpleasant laugh. If you listen carefully, you will find that the laughter is mixed with a hissing sound.

The Death Eaters laughed in agreement, like a group of goblins waving flags and cheering for their leader.

He slowly turned in one direction, his eyes seemed to be able to travel across distances and reach his destination.

"The first step is to free my loyal servants. They have suffered for more than ten years."

"Of course. Let's grab our natural ally along the way."

That location is Azkaban, a place known as the most terrifying prison in Europe.

Except for a few people, no one knew about Voldemort's return, especially the Ministry of Magic. As the Minister of Magic, all Fudge did every day was to wait for the letter sent back to him by Umbridge.

He was eager to know whether Dumbledore was planning to oust him and whether he was plotting anything behind his back, so he arranged for his most trusted confidant, Umbridge, to go there.

A few months ago, the actions of Scrimgeour and Dumbledore, the head of the Auror Office, made him lose his sense of proportion.

When a large number of wizards were imprisoned in the temporary prison of the Ministry of Magic, he was completely panicked. They told him that these people were Death Eaters. He said that he did not believe it, but in fact he deceived himself and thought that "that name cannot be mentioned" People are dead, the past is past, and these former Death Eaters are no longer harmless.

So this hot potato was handed over to the Wizengamot.

The result was naturally satisfying to him.

He didn't know that the Wizengamot had undergone a major overhaul.

In other words, he doesn't care if there is a blood change, he just wants to keep his position as Minister of Magic.

After opening the letter sent by Umbridge, Fudge read it word for word.

To be fair, he didn't want Dumbledore to drive him out, because he was indeed inferior to the other party, but he was determined in his heart that Dumbledore would drive him out, so he had to take action before Dumbledore drove him away.

Very conflicted and bewildered.

"Percy!"

Halfway through the letter, Fudge covered his heart and screamed for his personal secretary.

Umbridge wrote in a very exaggerated tone on the letterhead that she had found evidence that Dumbledore had secretly formed a force, but the other party was very cunning, so she needed help.

This is the last thing Fudge wants to see.

"You are looking for me."

The office door was gently pushed open, and young Percy walked in from the door. He was polite and every move was in line with Fudge's requirements for a secretary.

"Go to the Auror office quickly and arrange for a few Aurors to go to Hogwarts."

"Director Scrimgeour has refused several requests to send Aurors out."

"Just say it's my order!"

Fudge sat down while speaking, clutching his heart, his face as pale as a layer of plaster.

"Your condition looks very bad. Do you need to arrange a therapist at St. Mungo's? I know a lot of people there."

Percy's words seemed to hit a certain point in Fudge.

"I need a powerful wizard!"

"It just so happens that I know a few very powerful wizards, more powerful than Aurors. Do you need them?"

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Half an hour later, Percy emerged from the Auror office.

"It's crazy! Fudge is crazy!"

Scrimgeour looked at the transfer notice in front of him and angrily slammed the table (table HP-1), glaring like an angry lion: "Aurors exist to capture dark wizards, not to What does a bodyguard who comes to play house mean when he comes to Hogwarts? There are dark wizards there?"

"Who? Dumbledore? Compared to that, I think it's that disgusting woman Umbridge."

In fact, Scrimgeour didn't like Dumbledore that much, but he hated Fudge and Umbridge even more.

But what if he doesn't agree with this order?

It's not a discussion with him, but a notice. If he doesn't want to resign, he can only follow this order.

After all, the other party is the Minister of Magic.