A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Riddle said calmly, but no one saw that his hands hidden in the cloak were trembling. In fact, he was extremely nervous, "Eleven years...since we It has been 11 years since the last gathering. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday...that is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark, right?"

"I smelled guilt, and fear," he said. "There was a stench of guilt in the air."

The Death Eaters surrounding him trembled, and everyone seemed to move away a little, but did not dare to move.

"I see you, healthy and sound, with the same magic as before - arriving so quickly - and I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to the aid of their master, the one to whom they have sworn eternal allegiance?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move, no matter it was the Death Eaters or the Aurors, they were all frozen in place, quietly listening to Voldemort's speech.

"I answer myself," Riddle said softly, "They must have believed that I was dead and thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said that they were innocent, unknowing, and bewitched..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not come back? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard? Do you want to prove your potential?"

"I answered myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort... Maybe they have pledged their allegiance to someone else now... maybe it is the leader of the lowlifes, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles, Albus... Dumbledore?"

"However, now I'm back, your master Voldemort is back, even more powerful!" Riddle shouted loudly.

"Show our power to the world, and let them fall under our magic!" Riddle raised the wand, and a burst of dazzling green light emitted from the tip.

The melee started.

That green light was like the horn of war, and everyone realized: the war had begun, Voldemort had returned, and he had completely returned to the magical world.

Riddle pointed his wand at an Auror approaching him and roared: "Avada eats the big melon!"

The man fell to the floor almost instantly and lost his breath.

But Riddle didn't bother to look at him more, and dozens of Aurors rushed up, and they fought together.

He fully used various spells repeatedly, waving the wand like a sword, with sparks flying from the tip of the wand - the death curse would hurt the soul, and even Voldemort would not use it easily.

Of course, Voldemort never hesitated to use the Death Curse.

An old wizard who was walking with a slight limp rushed up. His magic eyes were rolling in his eyes. He grinned with a scarred face and said: "Mysterious man? Are you really a mysterious man? Or someone Are you pretending to be him? Stop pretending, I can see your face under the cloak."

"Oh? Really?" Riddle frowned slightly. He didn't know the old guy in front of him, but the old guy's magic eyes made him remember this guy deeply.

If Dumbledore were here, he would definitely be able to get to know the old wizard in front of him, because this is his friend for many years, the most outstanding Auror, Alastor Moody

"Petrify them all!" Riddle jumped down from the steps and shouted. He must deal with this old guy to prevent his Horcrux identity from being exposed.

I think Mr. Lumpo will be very angry if he finds out.

Fortunately, the surrounding wizards were in a mess and no one noticed what Moody said. Riddle only needed to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Moody just turned around deftly and avoided Riddle's curse.

Ah ha, how flexible this is!Just looking at Moody's walking posture, no one would have thought that he would be so flexible during combat.

"Who the hell are you?" Moody spat secretly, both of his eyes (including the magic eye) fixed on Riddle.

"I am Voldemort!" Riddle roared angrily. He fired a fatal spell at Moody, but Moody used high-level armor to protect him and accurately deflected it to the side, hitting a Death Eater. A fire suddenly lit up.

Moody looked solemnly at the hooded man in front of him. He was very sure that the man in front of him was definitely not Voldemort, but he couldn't figure out what the purpose of this man was, or what he planned to do.

"You are foolish to come here tonight, no matter who you are, under the name of You-Know-Who." Moody said calmly, "A large number of Aurors are already on the way-"

"When will I be finished?" Riddle spat, "You must go to see Merlin before me."

Moody waved his wand vigorously, and silver light flew from the tip of his wand.

However, Riddle turned around and dodged like a gust of wind. A second later, he appeared behind Moody again, waving his wand and pointing at the fountain. The water inside rose out of thin air and converged into a strong current. Go for Moody.

Moody's prosthetic leg delayed his movements. Although his brain had already reacted, he still did not dodge. Half of his body was hit hard by the water jet, which pinned him firmly to the floor. .

Riddle also wanted to add another magic spell, but another group of people suddenly rushed in and blocked his subsequent attack on Moody.

"Who?" Riddle narrowed his eyes and looked at the other group of people who broke in.Most of them had scarves wrapped around their necks, and their clothes were very different from those of the Ministry of Magic.

"Voldemort, your death has come!" Suo Chi, the leader, shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

The Death Eaters nearby gathered towards Riddle. They formed a circle around Riddle. One of the Death Eaters had some golden hair exposed from the edge of his hood. He leaned next to Riddle and whispered: " Master, those are the secret cultivators from Tibet, their strength... is unfathomable."

Riddle glared at Suo Chi dangerously, and then made up his mind almost instantly.

Run away!Run away!

Tibet... This definitely has something to do with Mr. Lumpo. If he knew that he accidentally injured or even killed a secret cultivator, God knows what he would do to himself!

So, almost instantly, Riddle raised his wand high, and a silver flash of light swirled in the main hall, and with a loud bang like a cannon, the floor shook.

A second flash of silver exploded, and several Aurors screamed as they struggled to open their eyes, and the air was thick with dust.