Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

It's night, England.

In Cornwall, in a green valley, there is a small house.

The house looked a bit old, with spider webs hanging on the corners and the walls already turning yellow, which made the house look a bit eerie in the dark night.

With a creak, a door to a certain room in the house was pushed open.

A short, fat man with a broken finger held a bowl of magic potion, walked into the room tremblingly and knelt on the ground.

"Master...Master...the medicine is ready..."

"Ah... well done, Wormtail..." The slightly sharp voice sounded very eerie in the dark room, and then, there was a weak swallowing sound in the room.

In the darkness, something seemed to be swimming on the floor, which made the short and fat man look nervous. With a flick of his wrist, the soup accidentally spilled out.

"You burned me! Trash!"

"Oh... I'm sorry, Master..."

"Damn idiots..." The voice sounded very annoyed: "One or two, they are both hopeless losers! Where is that loser? Is there no news yet?"

The owner of the voice is naturally Voldemort, whom Ivan misses day and night.

Voldemort was extremely weak at this time, but he was obviously much better than when they first met.

Perhaps because he absorbed the life force of the troll, he looked like a very strong baby with a snake face. At this time, he was being served by Wormtail, drinking a potion that could restore a certain amount of his life force.

And Wormtail is none other than Ron's pet rat Scabbers, Peter Pettigrew.

"Lockhart has entered the school, my master..." Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly: "Now he should be waiting for the opportunity..."

"Hmph, you idiot who is greedy for fame..." Voldemort's voice was cold: "But it's only thanks to him being an idiot that he can be bewitched by me so easily..."

After a pause, as if to show his kindness, Voldemort softened his voice slightly: "Although he is a fool, his talent is not bad. As long as he can kill that white-haired bastard, I don't mind... let him get what he wants. The gift of…”

"Of course, the same goes for you, Wormtail..." Voldemort said calmly.

"Master..." A trace of greed flashed in Peter Pettigrew's eyes.

"The premise is that you can work for me safely, instead of lingering in the home of a pure-blooded scum for more than ten years like before!" Voldemort's voice was solemn: "Wormtail... you know how I have lived these past ten years. Of?"

Peter Pettigrew's eyes were horrified: "Master, I have always...always wanted to find you..."

"Hmph, you believe everything you said..." Voldemort sneered, he didn't believe the other person's lies.

If it weren't for Alvin's sudden attack at the opening dinner, which caused his mood swings to be too strong and established a certain connection with the soul fragments in Harry's body, he would still not be able to find any trace of Peter Pettigrew.

Although 12 years had passed and one of his fingers was broken, Voldemort still recognized at a glance that the fat mouse was the original Peter Pettigrew - it was in this posture that he quietly found and surrendered to him.

But now, this guy was disguised as a pet vole, hiding in Weasley's house, eating and waiting to die.

The first thing Voldemort did after taking control of Lockhart was to ask Lockhart to find an opportunity to get this guy to his side.

He couldn't trust Lockhart's glib and flamboyant man, and his stupidity often made him angry, but Peter Pettigrew still let him control him. After all, the guy had no choice.

Although he didn't know the reason, Sirius Black, who suddenly escaped from prison, did help him a lot.

When Lockhart brought Peter Pettigrew over, Voldemort didn't even say a word before the guy knelt down to show his loyalty.

"Master...can I ask, how long will we stay here?" Peter Pettigrew whispered.

"It will take a while..." Voldemort's voice was filled with chills: "The nosy guys from the Ministry of Magic have been looking for my traces, and now even you are being targeted, at least until Lockhart kills that guy. , we can only stay here..."

"For now... keep a low profile... when I recover, those people... will all pay the price!"

"But... can Lockhart really kill him?" Peter Pettigrew expressed concern about Voldemort's plan: "Master, that guy is really scary. He has even noticed me, but I don't know why. , and never took action against me..."

"Last year, he even killed Hagrid's three-headed dog with his bare hands. With that guy Lockhart's ability -" Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly. Apart from Voldemort, Alvin was probably the second person who frightened him so much. People.

"Black magic is ineffective against that guy, and he can even detect my existence. It is indeed an amazing ability..." Voldemort thought of Ivan now, and couldn't help but gnashed his teeth: "But after all, he is just a stupid kid, isn't he? Only black magic can take human life..."

"At Hogwarts... there is the legacy left to me by my great ancestor..." Voldemort's voice was cold: "I asked him to go on my behalf - release it - kill him -"

……

Meanwhile, Hogwarts, Gryffindor Common Room.

"There is no Snorlax in this world!"

As Hermione spoke these words with no doubt in her voice, the war between her and Luna began.

Looking at the two girls arguing fiercely on the side, Alvin deeply felt what it meant for a woman to stand up to five hundred ducks. He was now suffering from a headache due to the quarrel between the two.

The cause of the matter can be traced back to dinner. Because Luna and Ginny were very close, and Ginny was obsessed with Harry, the seats at dinner were as follows:

Ron, Harry, Ginny, Luna, Alvin, Hermione.

Ivan still remembers that Luna had a wand in her ear and was sitting next to him, telling him about "The Quibbler" and the legendary Snorlax. Out of curiosity, Hermione asked what a Snorlax was. beast.

Then a rigorous academic school and a romantic fantasy school began to conflict with each other, starting from the Bend-Horned Snorlax.

Hermione herself doesn't like Luna very much. Although part of this is due to Ivan, the larger part is because of their completely opposite personalities.

Hermione is rigorous and pragmatic. She is like Professor McGonagall when she was young. Even though she has become a lot more rebellious because of Alvin, some habits and characters have been engraved in her bones for a long time.

And Luna - a crazy girl with a butterbeer cork necklace, carrot earrings, and owl glasses, a snore with an open mouth and a closed mouth, and firmly believes that Fudge must eat a goblin for every meal, and it must be charcoal-grilled. …

This made Hermione feel very uncomfortable. She found that the two of them were completely opposite in terms of their way of thinking and their perspectives on the world.

Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger are like two completely different people.

Finally, something terrible happened to Alvin.

The two people, who were dry from the quarrel, closed their mouths and turned their attention to Alvin.

Ivan was silent for a while: "I firmly believe that Ultraman is real."

Hermione: "???"

Luna: "???"

Seeing the puzzled looks on the two of them, Ivan explained: "Ultraman, a giant life form that can turn into light, comes from the M78 nebula..."

Fred and George, who were secretly watching the show, laughed out loud. Fred said: "What a clever answer, huh?"

Ivan gritted his teeth: "Shut up..."