Casting spells

But in fact, they are not only a means to monitor and control schools, but also a whole set of early warning systems.

Especially the portraits that don't need to rest are almost everywhere in the castle. Even if someone successfully breaks into Hogwarts, it is difficult to avoid their eyes.

It can be said that from the moment Harry Potter and his friends entered the school, every secret action that Harry Potter and his friends thought they hadn't been discovered was actually under the strict supervision of the headmaster, even if they encountered danger several times.

Dumbledore stroked his gray beard and pondered for a long time, and finally continued to ask in an uncertain tone: "Then I asked you to check his identity. Is there any result?"

"Sorry, no. Whether it is the world of ordinary people or the magical world of the East, there is no trace of his existence." The portrait gave a straightforward negative answer.

"Unbelievable! There is no identity, no sign of existence, could it be that he just appeared out of thin air?"

"I don't know if he came out of nowhere, but I do know that he is more dangerous than he looks, and you'd better not take it lightly."

"Continue to stare at him for me! If there is anything unusual, please be sure to notify me as soon as possible."

"Understood!"

……

Just as the principal's room fell into silence, Lucius in Malfoy Manor had just received an anonymous letter from someone who didn't know who sent it, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Because there is nothing on this letter, only a skull-shaped pattern that exudes emerald green and keeps shaking.

That's right!

This is not some scary prank, but the famous Dark Mark!

As a member of the Death Eaters, he naturally knew this pattern that terrified countless people.

"He...he finally came back..."

After more than ten minutes, Lucius spit out these words from his mouth.

Needless to ask, the letter was merely a notice that he was ready to serve the Dark Lord at any time.

But he, who was planning to control the Ministry of Magic and make the Malfoy family the ruler of the British wizarding world, didn't want the Dark Lord to return at this moment.

After all, compared with Voldemort's domineering style of "those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish", he gradually began to like Zhang Cheng's gentle strategy, hiding behind his back and controlling everything, instead of rushing to the front stage and becoming a The target of public criticism.

It's a pity that Lucius still doesn't think he has enough strength to resist the call of his former master, so after hesitating for a moment, he resolutely casts Apparation and arrives near a dense forest.

Just as he was looking around at the surrounding environment, a very gloomy voice suddenly echoed in his ears: "Ah! My loyal servant finally obeyed the call and appeared!"

"Master...Master?!" Lucius couldn't help shivering, and quickly knelt down on one knee to express his respect, even though he still didn't know where the Dark Lord was hiding and whether he had really regained his power.

"My servant! Tell me, why didn't you come to find me and help me all these years?" Voldemort's voice revealed a trace of hatred.

"I'm sorry! Master! Dumbledore and his minions have been tracking down and suppressing the Death Eaters, so that we all lurk and dare not act rashly." Lucius explained with a trembling voice.

"Dumbledore!" Hearing this name, Voldemort immediately released a strong killing intent, but for some reason, he returned to calm after a while. "Forget it, I don't need to pursue what you did, but you have to do one thing for me. Go and invite that mysterious wizard from the East to meet me, I need his power now..."

7Chapter 16 Reaching an agreement

Undoubtedly, Lucius Malfoy did not dare to disobey the orders given by Voldemort, even though the Dark Lord is now extremely weak and may be killed by the following enemies at any time.

Without any hesitation!

After returning to the manor, he immediately wrote a letter and mailed it to his son Draco via owl, and then Draco handed it to Zhang Cheng.

The reason for this extra effort is mainly because of the fear that the letter will be intercepted by some people with ulterior motives.

After all, if a father wrote a letter to his son, it would not attract much attention. If it was written to a professor who was working at Hogwarts, many people, including Dumbledore, would be very vigilant.

About a day later, Zhang Cheng received the letter written in invisible ink. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "What is this? An invitation letter? Or some self-righteous person?" Guy thinks he can control me like any other idiot?"

"Master! I think this is more like asking for help! You should know that his current situation is not very good, and he can't even be regarded as alive in the strict sense." The Supreme Authority sneered and expressed his opinion.

For an artifact that truly incorporates countless powerful forces, it doesn't take the wizards of this world seriously.

Whether it is Dumbledore, or Voldemort, who makes ordinary wizards dare not even mention their names, they are essentially far from the boundaries of transcending mortals.

Although the latter comprehended some rules of death and used them to create crooked gadgets like Horcruxes, mortals are still mortals after all, not to mention facing extremely powerful gods, even many extraordinary people can easily kill them.

"Help! It sounds interesting. But I doubt if he has the guts to come out and meet me in his current state." Zhang Cheng joked with a playful face.

"Hahahaha! As long as he is not a lunatic or a fool, he will never be stupid enough to appear in front of you directly. It doesn't make any difference if he dies. If I were him, I would choose to hide in a safe place through a spell and a medium Have this conversation." The Supreme Authority, no doubt knowing the character of its Creator very well, let out a piercing laugh.

"That's right! If he dares to appear directly in front of me, I will strip his soul without hesitation and read everything I want from it."

After finishing speaking, a cold light flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and according to the coordinates provided on the letter paper, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

next second...

He appeared directly in the deepest part of the dense forest. Apart from tall trees, there was only a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror that seemed out of place with the environment.

Obviously, this mirror is the medium through which the other party intentionally stays to communicate.

As a powerful spellcaster who can turn the entire British wizarding world upside down, Voldemort's IQ is not too bad, and he understands that he must not take any risks in his current state.

Watching the waves of ripples constantly appearing in the mirror, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smiled and bowed, and took the initiative to greet him, "Good afternoon, Your Excellency."

"Hello, mysterious wizard from the East." Voldemort's half-dead appearance was gradually revealed through the mirror.

I have to say that he is really miserable at the moment. He is lingering in a half-soul state by occupying the body of the creature. Not only is his strength weakened to the extreme, but he also has to change his body almost every once in a while.

The two of them stared into each other's eyes through the media without saying a word. After a full 5 minutes, Zhang Cheng broke the silence with a smile: "Excuse me, why did you summon me here? Or another way, what do you need?" I worked for it?"

"Don't worry, dear friend, before talking about cooperation, I think we should know a little about each other. According to the information I got, you seem to be conducting some interesting experiments on life, right?" Voldemort asked meaningfully .

No need to ask, he knew that when he met Lucius before, he probably used magic like Legilimency.

"Yes, I'm trying to reach into the realm of the gods and create a new kind of intelligent life from scratch. Of course, it is too difficult to do this at this stage, so I plan to start from the transformation. How? , are you also very interested in this subject?" Zhang Cheng didn't try to deny it, but admitted it openly.

"Creating life! What a great feat! How could I not be interested! I invite you to help me make a stronger and more perfect body." Voldemort responded with an impassioned voice .

As a master of black magic, he knows better than anyone how difficult it is to modify the body, especially the wizard's body modification technology, which has been completely lost hundreds of years ago.

If he could have a transformed and powerful body, even defeating Dumbledore would not be too difficult.

"Oh? Then I'm afraid you will have to wait for a while. With the technology I currently have, I can't meet your requirements for the time being." Zhang Cheng pretended to be helpless and spread his hands, as if he was helpless.

"It's okay, my patience has always been good, you can slowly carry out your own research. In addition, I heard that you accepted Dumbledore's invitation and went to teach at Hogwarts. Tell me, what do you think of his set of ideas? Sample?"

At the question, Voldemort parted his lips in an ironic smile.

"It's boring and boring. I wonder if you are satisfied with this answer?" Zhang Cheng replied meaningfully.