hogwarts shady

A very thin ray of light penetrated the thick fog over Hogsmeade.

Immediately afterwards, countless silver threads spurted out from the tip of the staff, spiraling upward along this sky-reaching beam, extending at the top like a tree crown.

These branch-like silver threads grew rapidly, and soon hung down from the sky like vines, eventually weaving into a huge ball of light.

The souls and lives that poured into Ryan's body from the Resurrection Stone all seemed to have found an exit. They spurted out from the wand and filled this virtual ball of light.

A clear dragon roar came from the light ball, like the first cry of a baby after birth.

The fog in Hogsmeade began to tremble violently, as if an invisible hurricane was sweeping through the village.

The ball of light shattered, and the shining life force fell from the sky like raindrops.

In the steaming mist, the patron saint spread its wings-it was a huge Hungarian pterosaur.

Silver streams of light flowed across the surface of its body, making this pterosaur appear extremely sacred and solemn.

It raised its head and let out a silent roar.

Bright silver dragon breath erupted from the mouth of the pterosaur, completely opening a big hole in the sky above Hogsmeade.

The silver dragon lowered its head, as if it had completed its mission, and disintegrated into tiny pieces of light.

Ryan fell backwards and a pair of big hands supported him.

"Amazing, kid." Dumbledore's voice rang in his ears.

Ryan wanted to smile a little, but his body was already too exhausted.

He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

Dumbledore handed the unconscious Ryan to the professors who followed him in. Professor Sprout quickly picked up Ryan and apparated away.

The principal stood up and looked around the empty room.

Swinburne had fled the moment the Patronus of Lane appeared.

"What happened here, Albus?" Professor McGonagall was breathless at the scene in front of her.

Dumbledore shook his head: "There is a rather complicated story here, Minerva. It cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Fortunately, both Harry and Ryan finally stopped it. An evil conspiracy."

He waved his wand, condensed a silver phoenix patronus, and said to it: "Tell Connelly to have everyone from the Accident and Disaster Department come to Hogsmeade. I think the villagers need a thorough treatment." .”

The Phoenix Patron nodded, spread its wings and disappeared into the air.

Dumbledore looked at the formation diagram on the ground, and his face inevitably darkened. He looked at the sand on the altar again, and sighed softly.

The Charles family was all murdered by Voldemort.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and fire surged in his eyes.

"Tom..." the principal said the name slowly and in a low voice.

Dumbledore calmed down the anger in his heart, and he looked up at the roof, where a big hole had been broken.

He waved, and a disk-shaped object fell from the roof beam.

It was an extremely delicate compass, inlaid with a dazzling array of magic jewels. However, there was a big hole in the center, emitting a strange smell of burning metal.

Dumbledore handed the compass to Snape.

Snape touched the surface of the compass with his fingers and studied it carefully before nodding: "This should be it."

Dumbledore sighed: "What a generous move. In order to complete the plan, they actually used two legendary magic items, and they are also the best."

"They're just the founders of pure-blood families." Snape sneered, "They're all just sitting on their hands."

"Don't say that, Severus." Dumbledore shook his head, "At least, Swinburne has exceeded our expectations several times."

Professor McGonagall frowned: "Albus, that person is not dead, what are you going to do?"

"Oh, don't worry too much, Minerva." Dumbledore laughed. "After such a torment, I think it's time for Voldemort to stop for a while, and our future is undoubtedly full of hope."

On the other side, in the old house of the Gaunt family, Voldemort cursed Dumbledore while placing a fatal curse on the resurrection stone ring.

He possessed Swinburne like Quirrell, controlling Swinburne's body and continuing to impose traps and curses in the house.

Voldemort smiled viciously. He knew that the secret of Horcruxes could not be kept forever, but exchanging a piece of soul for Dumbledore's life was a good deal no matter how you thought about it.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought of Dumbledore.

It was clear that he was about to be reborn, but a little wizard ruined his plan.

How powerful can a little wizard be?

It must be Dumbledore, this old and immortal guy, who is planning the plot behind his back!

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

Dumbledore was simply too powerful. Not only did his magical power not decline with age, but his cunning and cunning became even more powerful with experience.

Fortunately, this old guy is pedantic and will eventually die.

Voldemort retreated outside the house and cast a final spell on the door.

At this time, a little girl's voice sounded behind him: "Is it over?"

Voldemort squirmed his face behind Swinburne's head with some confusion. He saw a little blond witch wearing a red robe and looking as delicate as a doll.

The little girl also has a red heart decoration under her right eye.

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked.

The little girl didn't even look at him and continued: "Not only did it not succeed, but I also lost two legendary magic items. Have you figured out how to explain it, three of spades?"

Voldemort was a little angry, and he wanted to wave his wand to teach this ignorant child a lesson.

However, he suddenly lost control of his body.

Swinburne opened his eyes, and his tone was still crazy: "Isn't it your fault, old witch? If it weren't for your crow's mouth, I would have succeeded long ago."

"Whatever you think." The girl said calmly, "It's not you and me who make the final judgment. You can try this way of saying goodbye and explaining to Joker."

She pointed at Voldemort on the back of Swinburne's head: "Have you decided how to deal with this thing? You have already lost your brain. Don't lose your body in the end."

"This is too simple." Swinburne shrugged, "It's just a soul parasitism spell. Although I don't have much research in soul science, it's still easy to use rituals to make other souls act as substitutes for me."

He directly took out a bottle of potion and drank it.

"What are you doing, Swinburne?" Voldemort felt a huge repulsion, and he roared, "Are you going to betray your master?"

"Are you kidding?" Swinburne laughed, "What makes you think that I am your true believer?"

He whispered a runic spell, and Voldemort shrieked and dissolved into a cloud of steam again.

Swinburne touched his bald head and laughed: "This is not bad."

He took out a makeup box from his pocket and drew a crooked heart under his right eye with black eyeliner.

"Let me introduce you again -" Swinburne showed an exaggerated smile like a clown, and the love in the corner of his eyes became neat, "Swinburne Burst, code name is Three of Spades."

He pointed to the little witch in red beside him: "This is the Queen of Hearts."

Voldemort had calmed down, and his voice was vicious: "Have you betrayed me from the beginning?"

"I have never believed in you, so why betray you?" Swinburne said softly.

"What is your purpose?" Voldemort suppressed the anger in his voice and tried to sound as kind as possible. "We may still have an opportunity to cooperate."

"No, I think it's better to forget it." Swinburne said contemptuously, "You are no longer worthy of cooperating with us."

Voldemort's soul trembled violently, and anyone could see his anger, but with this weak steam, he could do nothing.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Voldemort's voice was extremely cold, "If you want to restore the glory of pure blood, then we can become companions."

"The glory of pure blood, what's the use of that kind of thing?" Swinburne sneered, "It is indeed right to give up on you early. Apart from being stained by the legacy of your ancestors, what else do you have?"

"What did you say?" Voldemort roared.

"Am I wrong?" Swinburne said pitifully, "You are just a poor guy with no strength, and your strength is just inherited from your bloodline. What else do you have besides that? The glory of pure blood? Oh, don't be stupid, there is no such thing as a pure-blood hybrid. All wizards are thieves who steal the power of gods. Pure-blood is just an excuse for profit..."

He said sarcastically: "Can't you even see this clearly? You are just an extremist who happened to be favored by those big families and pushed out by the moderates to fight for their own interests."

Voldemort screamed: "Who are you! You were once a dog under my feet. What qualifications do you have to laugh at my ideals?"

"Your attitude is really pitiful." Swinburne snarled, "I didn't help you for some pure-blood ideal. I thought I could get what I wanted from you..."

"What do you want?" Voldemort asked sharply.

Swinburne laughed strangely, opened his arms and said enthusiastically: "A war, a war more intense than the last wizard war!"

He immediately became very calm: "But, I don't see any hope of war in you now."

"War?" Voldemort sneered, "Is this your 'ideal'? It's so childish."

Swinburne chuckled and shook his head: "War is not a goal, war is a means. And our goal, haha..."

He put one hand on his left chest: "May our Lord grant everyone peace."

"Who are you?" Voldemort's voice was hoarse, and even he felt that these people were not normal.

Swinburne squinted his eyes and laughed: "You don't deserve to know our names. Of course, if you can start a war again, we don't mind pushing you... By the way!"

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and threw it on the ground: "This is one of the research contents of the Life Alchemy Society. If you are willing to put down your ridiculous ideas about blood, it will still be very useful to you - we should go , old witch.”

"You talk a lot of nonsense." The girl in red said without mercy.

"This shows that I am a very enthusiastic person." Swinburne said, "Well, what about the thing I entrusted to you? Who is that little wizard from Ravenclaw?"

"I told you, he is very strange." The girl replied, "It is impossible to predict. He is either like you, disturbed by someone using anti-divination methods, or..."

"Or what?" Swinburne asked.

"Either, he and I are the same kind of people." The girl was silent for a moment and replied.

The sound of the two talking became farther and farther away until they disappeared.

Voldemort looked uncertainly at the direction they were leaving, and finally laid his eyes on the parchment——

Your father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son.

The flesh of your servant, given voluntarily, may regenerate your master.

The blood of your enemies, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemies.