There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Mark's soul was cut into three pieces, one for the bell, one for Beitangxue, and one for Hogwarts.

As for how the Horcruxes in the other two worlds operate, Mark doesn't care.

Just wait for the food to be collected.

He has absolute confidence in himself.

Then, Mark suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"The Philosopher's Stone was made into a Horcrux and given to Beitangxue. How could Voldemort be resurrected?" Mark's eyes twitched fiercely.

In the world of Harry Potter, the means of resurrection are very rare.

The only known ones are the Sorcerer's Stone, the Resurrection Stone, and the ancient rituals arranged by Voldemort in his later years.

Flesh of servants, blood of enemies, bones of relatives.

The only Sorcerer's Stone was left outside, trying to refine a piece, even if Nicolome himself shot it, it would not be easy.

The formation of that thing is full of coincidences, and I don't know how many times it failed before it succeeded once.

The Resurrection Stone can only resurrect shadows that are more real than real, more illusory than real, and any crappy wizard can kill that shadow to the brim.

Rituals are easy to talk about. Mark chopped off Quirrell's arm to get the servant's meat, dug up Voldemort's ancestral grave to get the bones of his relatives, put more mutton in Hogwarts' meals, and collected Harry's nosebleeds as the blood of his enemies. .

It's a pity that it was Harry, not Harry, otherwise it would be easier to collect blood.

Mark is full of entanglements, is it possible to use this ritual to really resurrect Voldemort?

The problem is, at that time, Voldemort's magic power was so strong that dozens of young wizards might not be able to fight shoulder to shoulder, so it would not be effective in training young wizards!

Mark sighed, forget it, those who can do more work.

Since Voldemort can't make it, I'll try to help him!

Mark thought of a simple and brainless method with a small investment and quick results.

Mark found Snape first.

This once Voldemort's right-hand man, a close comrade-in-arms who personally admitted.

At that time, he was under the secret order of Dumbledore to jump left and right among the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, and his status among the Death Eaters was only below Voldemort.

Other famous Death Eaters, such as Lucius, Bellatrix, Regulus, and Karkaroff, were among his peers.

And the Order of the Phoenix is ​​more than one person, and it only obeys the orders of Dumbledore.

This background is amazing!

Unfortunately, he won his career and lost his love.

When Mark found Snape, Snape was flipping through ancient books, trying to find the whereabouts of the Resurrection Stone.

Mark is relieved that one must always have a goal in life.

Otherwise, if you lose your spirit, life will be meaningless.

In order to resurrect Lily, Snape is full of vitality now, not like a middle-aged man in his thirties, but more like a young man in his teens.

The road is tortuous and the future is... dark.

The resurrection stone cannot really resurrect people, the route is wrong, the harder you work, the farther away you are from success.

"Snape, tell me, what is Voldemort's hobby, catchphrase?" Mark asked.

For example, one mouthful and one mother wants to fart, and the mother is sloppy, how will you know such things if you don't try it.

As soon as you hear these words, you know who is talking.

Snape didn't need to think about it, even if ten years had passed, what Voldemort had done was still in his heart.

"I will give you the supreme reward! It is much more precious than anyone else!"

"From today, you will all join me!"

Mark nodded, that's enough.

It doesn't need to be too detailed, just have a meaning.

"What are you going to do?" Snape asked.

"I'm going to pretend to be Voldemort." Mark said honestly, he never lied.

Snape: "..."

God pretends to be Voldemort.

Mark thought very clearly, it doesn't matter if Voldemort is weak, as long as he is strong?

Wearing the robe of a dark wizard, everyone can be a dark wizard.

Then the dark wizard recognized it, and still said Voldemort's classic speech, even if it was fake, it was no different from the real one.

Mark patted Snape on the shoulder.

"You know, Voldemort could be resurrected at any moment."

"This is what I think, I will pretend to be Voldemort, recruit his subordinates, and kill all the Death Eaters who are loyal to him!"

There was a murderous look in Mark's voice: "There is no need to talk about the rules of the world when dealing with Voldemort!"

"I call it the Hair Removal Program!"

"To kill Voldemort, kill the Death Eaters first!"

Snape was thoughtful.

Indeed, in the past, Dumbledore was too passive when he was the talker.

He is full of forgiveness, kindness, and belief in truth, goodness and beauty.

Every time Voldemort led his men to burn, kill, loot, abuse Muggles for fun, and Dumbledore arrived with his men at the end of the matter.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters returned home.

The majestic and legendary white wizard has many admirers, but he is led by the nose by Voldemort.

Now, Mark took the initiative to attack and set up a trap to surround and kill a wave of Voldemort's hardcore buddies, and Snape was moved.

It wasn't just Voldemort who killed Lily.

And Voldemort's Death Eaters.

To avenge Lily, he is willing to pay any price.

"The headmaster is right." Snape said, "If you need my help, just ask!"

He had a great reputation in the Death Eaters group and knew many people.

With him testifying for Mark as Voldemort, it will be more trustworthy.

"I need to get ready," Mark said.

Why is Voldemort called the Dark Lord?

Not only because of his high mana, but also because of his many henchmen.

Just a Snape, no one believes that Mark is Voldemort.

Specializing in art, Mark found Hogwarts outstanding graduate Simpson.

After graduating, he took the initiative to start a business and actively engaged in the business of dark wizards. He became famous in England, and hundreds of brothers under him lived with him.

A dark wizard who doesn't want to be a dark lord is not a good dark wizard.

Mark needs a professional to provide the Dark Lord experience.

"Easy!" said Simpson. "Dark Lord, for the strongest!"

"As long as you have enough subordinates, you are the Dark Lord!"

"Whoever refuses to accept will be destroyed!"

Mark nodded, reasonable.

"I am the Dark Lord, and since I was in front of everyone, a hundred thousand wizards fell at my feet!"

"The terrifying darkness is about to descend on the magic world!"

Simpson complained bitterly: "Principal, I can't support the plate you said."

"It's okay." Mark said: "You are just the head of the black wizards in England. It's time to call the heads of the dark wizards in Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland!"

"Yesterday you told me that many of our Hogwarts graduates are black wizards."

"Are there people from us in these places?"

"Yes, there are." Simpson shook his head and said to the rattle drum: "They are all doing well. The problem is that the economy is not good now, and black wizards are not easy to mix. All the black wizards add up to two or three thousand numbers, which is far from the ten you said. The difference is too big.”

"Or, find foreign black wizards to help support the scene?"

Of course not, Mark strongly disagreed.

It's not that I'm worried that foreign black wizards will come to affect the local situation, but that they come all the way to help, and if nothing else, they have to reimburse travel expenses, food and lodging.

The farther the distance, the greater the investment, and the loss outweighs the gain.

What is the wrong place to spend this money?

"One hundred thousand black wizards is actually easy." Mark said.

"Huh?" Simpson couldn't believe it.

I have been in the circle of dark wizards for so many years. Is it for nothing?

"We can call it one hundred thousand."

Simpson: "..."

As expected of the principal!

With a big wave of Mark's hand, Simpson ran to do some business. Suddenly, thousands of black wizards set off.

The wizarding world was in a state of panic.

Everyone has heard that the ten-year period has come, and the Dark Lord who caused the horror and darkness has returned!

Housing prices in Hogsmeade have skyrocketed, and everyone who buys a house feels like a genius!

Expensive is expensive, but looking at the towering Hogwarts Castle next to it, I feel a strong sense of security.

What place is safer than Hogwarts?

What is money?

Money is a bastard, if you don't have it, you're making money.

There is only one life!

Being poor is nothing more than begging for food, as long as you don't die, you have a future.

Today, according to the classes arranged by the Hogwarts professors, Quirrell and Hagrid led a group of young wizards to patrol Hogsmeade.

All are dressed in Hogwarts uniforms, majestic.

Quirrell has scars all over his body, listening to the owner of a nearby store chatting with the residents, he feels uncomfortable.

"God! The man who can't even say his name is really resurrected!"

"Didn't we make sure a long time ago? Otherwise, who would be willing to spend a lot of money to buy a house in Hogsmeade?"

"Hogsmeade's location is good, but it's not worth the price, but if you include the security services that come with it, it's very cheap."

"I heard that a large number of Death Eaters ran to meet the mysterious man. Hey, I don't know when this round of darkness and terror will pass."

"It doesn't matter when we go there, Hogwarts is covering it, hold on!"

"We are stable, what about outside? The world is not stable, the economy is depressed, and life is getting more and more difficult."

"I heard that [-] black wizards went to pay homage to the mysterious man. This wave is estimated to be protracted and not so easy to get through."

"No way, no way, no way? No one thinks that one hundred thousand black wizards really exist, right? How many wizards do we have in total? Where can we gather one hundred thousand black wizards?"

"You know what, black wizards are having a hard time, and they all long for the return of the mysterious man to bring them a better life. The mysterious man announced his comeback, and black wizards from all over the world have come to seek refuge, trying to make a fortune!"

"Do you know how big the world is? Crooked Nut Kernel lives in dire straits, and the proportion of black wizards is extremely high!"

Quirrell's face is getting worse and worse.

It's mine, obviously it's all mine!

Leading one hundred thousand black wizards, making the world fear, and countless wizards trembling.

However?

What the fuck I was a security guard at Hogsmeade, patrolling with a big stupid guy and a bunch of kids.

Yesterday he was bullied by a werewolf and saved by a black wizard.

Originally, they should all kneel at my feet!

"Professor Quirrell, may I ask you, the fifty Galleons you owe me..." Hagrid laughed honestly, and rubbed his two palm-like hands vigorously.

"We'll get the patrol money right away."

Of course, the professor and the young wizard patrol Hogsmeade not for free.

Mark is now rich and powerful, saying that he is not short of this money, and will send the salary to everyone in advance.

The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, let alone Mark.

Hagrid usually spent a lot of money, but recently his money was a little tight, so he set his sights on the money he lent to Quirrell.

Quirrell frowned.

Fifty galleons owed to you?

joke.

Why should I pay back the money I borrowed with my ability?

Your money?If you call it, will it agree?

Of course, the Dark Lord has been raging outside recently, and Quirrell can't offend his colleagues.

This matter cannot be exposed.

If the school finds out that he has borrowed most of the school's professors' money, something big will happen!

The best result would be to be expelled from Hogwarts, and luckily, he might be imprisoned in Azkaban in the name of fraud.

At that time, Voldemort will be able to reunite with Bella and Black, the generals he has been talking about all the time.

Congrats, congratulations.

Quirrell decided to take a stab at it.

"Hagrid, didn't we agree to pay back the wages next month?" Quirrell said with displeasure, "You've been urging me for money in just a few days?"

"Why, don't you believe me?"

Hagrid hung his head, ashamed.

He would not have asked Quirrell for money if he hadn't had to.

Quirrell smiled, a gentleman can deceive him.

He decided to make persistent efforts!

"If you don't believe me, I'll pay you back the money right now!" Quirrell waved his sleeves: "It's only fifty Galleons, you're chasing me so hard."

"From then on, the friendship between our colleagues has been broken, and meeting each other is like strangers!"

Quirrell didn't believe it when he said this, who would have the nerve to ask for money?

Especially Hagrid, with a big beard and a rough face, he seemed to be a man of pride, generous and generous, and he was ashamed to ruin his colleagues for dozens of Galleons?

"Okay," said Hagrid.

Quirrell could hardly believe his ears.

Is this what people can say!

"You-Know-Who is back," said Hagrid. "We, the professors, are on the front line of terror."

"No one can guarantee how long they can live."

"The scariest thing in life is that when a person dies, the money is not spent. That's too sad."

Hagrid said sincerely, "Professor Quirrell, you should understand me."

Quirrell: "..."

I don't understand!

Master, master, it would be great if you are the one who is resuscitated now!

I don’t pay for eating out in the city!

Of course the bills owed do not count!

Voldemort: "Blame me!"

If it weren't for your lack of strength, I would have to make compromises and be frightened?

Voldemort is also full of anger!

"Professor Quirrell, if you don't pay back the money, I'll have to announce your situation to everyone." Hagrid said, "If you don't have any money, forget it. If you have money and don't pay it back, isn't it nice?"

The British don't like to borrow money. Occasionally, they have a loan relationship. As long as they have the ability, the sooner they can pay off their debts, the happier they will be.

It's not a good feeling to be in debt.

Pay off your debts with ease.

Quirrell could only smile: "Return."

Fifty Galleons only, drizzle.

And in a room in Hogsmeade Village, Lucius hugged Narcissa, frowning fiercely.

He also heard news of Voldemort's resurrection.

"One hundred thousand black wizards is impossible!" Lucius said firmly.

But it may not be without reason, even if it is doubled, there are still [-] black wizards.

It is also a very large number.

Just mentioning it makes people despair, not knowing what to do.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Lucius' face turned bitter, he opened Voldemort's Horcrux, and Voldemort couldn't tolerate him.

Otherwise, I really want to vote.

And in the legendary place where the Dark Lord summoned a hundred thousand black wizards.

There were two dark wizards holding a young blond man firmly.

The young man kept struggling.

"I have made contributions to Hogwarts, and I have shed blood for the wizarding world!"

"I want to call the principal! I want to see the principal!"