HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

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After Harry and Cedric ran away, Minogue turned around, looked at the Death Eaters slowly approaching behind him and let out a strange laugh, as if Minogue was the villain.

"It's finally this time...hehehehehe..." Mino lowered his head, his gloomy voice and sharp laughter echoed in the cemetery, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

The Death Eater walking at the front couldn't help but take two steps back after picking up Voldemort on the ground.

"What are you doing? Go and catch her!" Voldemort's angry voice failed to cover Mino's laughter.

Harry and Cedric, who were running at full speed, looked back in horror to see if Minnow was crazy.

Mino put his hands in his pockets, imagining that he could suddenly pull out a mortar and level the situation in front of him, but he didn't. He didn't even have a gun. He didn't know which one would be more useful than a wand.

Mino raised his head and looked at the Death Eater pointing his wand at him. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Hey, just kidding - oh, my God, look at your black robes, they look so nice..."

"Heart-breaking!" "Avada Kedavra!"

Mino quickly dodged, swinging the darts, spinning and jumping to avoid the green beams.

Unfazed by the stink bomb, Voldemort calmly directed his followers to wake Peter Pettigrew and proceed with his plan of giving him his entire body.

"If Dumbledore had a time turner, wouldn't he be able to come over and beat these Death Eaters until they don't recognize their own mother?" Mino muttered while dodging.

But the time turner probably shouldn't be used casually, as it might accidentally backfire and make Voldemort even more powerful.

"Wait a minute!" Mino kicked the nearest Death Eater and blocked him in front of him. "Let's take a rest first! I'm a little tired!"

A tall and thin Death Eater sneered: "What does this have to do with us?"

"If you don't rest... I will kill your children. What do you think, Mr. Nott?" Mino put his wand on the neck of the Death Eater he was holding hostage. "You should have heard that your children Talk about me?"

"The devil..."

Mino vaguely heard such a title.

"Who said that? Which one? Is it you? Crabbe?" Minnow slapped Nott angrily, "I'm so angry!"

"I didn't say that!"

"you shut up!"

The chaos ended inexplicably, and Harry and Cedric also ran away. The amazing thing is that there was really no Death Eater to chase, otherwise Mino would have to spend more effort to bring hatred to himself... It seems to be because of hatred It's already in myself.

Peter Pettigrew woke up after being attacked one after another, and tremblingly begged Voldemort for forgiveness. Voldemort probably still needed him, and he didn't say anything to death, waiting for his next action.

A huge stone cauldron was pushed out, and Mino stood up, letting go of Nott, who was holding her hostage, and letting the other Death Eaters tie her up.

Nott wanted to slap him back, but he backed down when Mino opened his mouth and was about to bite him.

Mino knew that he would not be able to run away. There were more Death Eaters than there were on the night of the World Cup, and they seemed to be prepared. They actually put steel plates under their clothes.

But at least Mino still managed to make many people fail, and even knocked one of them unconscious with the head of his victory over Krum, which made Mino very proud.

The package that wrapped Voldemort was opened, and Mino looked over. Voldemort inside had no hair, and seemed to have scales on his body. His skin was dark and red, like injured tender meat.His arms and legs were thin and limp, and his face was a flat, snakelike face with gleaming red eyes.

Mino stared for a while, then...

"Ugh... vomit..." Mino almost vomited out his dinner, "Sorry, it's a bit disgusting... vomit..."

This Voldemort was so Voldemort that he just urged Peter Pettigrew to speed up and did not immediately find someone to teach Mino a lesson. Maybe it was because Mino actually vomited some of his dinner and no one dared to approach him.

"Oh my god! I didn't finish digesting the roast!" Mino was very upset.

"Vomiting..." It turns out that vomiting is contagious.

"Quick!" Voldemort roared again.

Peter Pettigrew put Voldemort into the crucible. His body was shaking, and he seemed to be frightened by the sight of Voldemort, but Minnow was curious about why he wasn't sick.

Peter Pettigrew was speaking, his voice trembling as if he were delirious with fright.He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "My father's bones, inadvertently donated, can regenerate your son!"

The tomb at Mino's feet cracked open, and Mino tried to stretch out his feet to block it, but a small wisp of dust rose into the air in response to Peter Pettigrew's call, and landed gently in the crucible.The diamond-like surface of the liquid burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a vivid blue that was immediately poisonous.

Peter Pettigrew was whimpering.He drew a long, thin, gleaming silver dagger from his cloak.His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "Your servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, can make your master reborn."

Minnow stared directly at Peter Pettigrew, wanting to see how he cut the flesh.

Minnow was shocked because Peter Pettigrew cut off one of his hands.

“Gee, if only you had hemorrhoids.”

Mino seemed to hear some Death Eaters laughing, but stopped quickly. The voices seemed to be those of Crabbe and Goyle. Sure enough, the child was as stupid as his parents.

Peter Pettigrew came to Minnow after writhing in agony.

"The blood of the foe...forced to sacrifice...can bring your enemy...to life."

"You want my blood? Okay, take it quickly." Mino happily stretched out his untied hands, "I volunteer, take it quickly."

Peter Pettigrew was stunned, and for a moment he was at a loss as to what to do.

"Why don't you take action? Don't you want Voldemort to resurrect?" Mino suddenly became hardened, "Have you already betrayed Voldemort? Oh! I knew it!"

"No! Of course I didn't!" Peter Pettigrew said excitedly, "The blood of the enemy - the enemy was forced to sacrifice..."

"I volunteer, does that matter?" Mino said, stretching out his hand again.

Peter Pettigrew was silent, and his bleeding broken arm didn't seem to hurt anymore, as if he was thinking about why James could have such a thing with Lily.

"She has been tied up." A voice said, then stepped forward and took away Peter Pettigrew's knife, cut Mino's hand and let some blood come out.

Mino immediately recognized that the voice belonged to Lucius.

Peter Pettigrew, who was recovering from panting in pain, tremblingly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Mino's wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He staggered to the crucible with Mino's blood and poured it in.The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white.Peter Pettigrew completed his task, knelt down next to the crucible, leaned over, and collapsed on the ground, gasping and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.

"Soup?" Mino swallowed. He was really hungry just after vomiting.

The cauldron was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them became the color of black velvet.

"Oh!" Mino exclaimed excitedly, and then raised his hands excitedly.

"She broke free!" Nott shouted in horror.

"What?" Mino looked down at the ropes that fell from his body, then picked them up, wrapped them around himself, and sat down obediently, "Look, there's none."

"We've seen it!" Nott shouted.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A stream of white steam rose from the crucible.

"It's cooked..." Mino swallowed again.

Then, through the white mist in front of him, Mino saw the black figure of a man rising slowly from the crucible. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Put on my robe," the cold, shrill voice said from behind the steam.Peter Pettigrew was sobbing and sobbing, still protecting his residual arm. He hurriedly grabbed the black robe that wrapped the bundle from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

Mino looked at the intact Death Eaters surrounding him and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Your men are not very good." Mino stood up again, and the rope fell to the ground. "There are no outsiders here, so why are you wearing robes?"

Mino felt that Voldemort was not interesting. They had been "good friends" for four years, but he still had to wear clothes when they met.

But no one should be here without clothes.

Voldemort stared at Mino, and Mino felt the severe pain in his scar, so he began to try to make Voldemort less hostile.

"I wish you a happy resurrection, I wish you a happy resurrection..." Mino clapped his hands and sang to celebrate Voldemort.

After a moment of silence, the Death Eaters also blessed the Undead Demon.

Mino felt the scar hurt even more. It seemed that Voldemort was more considerate, so he couldn't go to Haidilao to celebrate his birthday... Wait, there is no Haidilao here... Oops, I'm confused...

Mino felt like he was about to faint from the pain. Could this be Voldemort's skill? He could make a scar head faint by staring at it.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me..." Mino couldn't help but cover his face.