The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Yay! Merry Christmas!)

The Riddle Mansion...has long been abandoned. It is located on a hillside. From the inside of the house, you can see the entire village of Little Hangleton.

Half a century ago, the owner and family of this mansion died in despair. Now it has become a haunted house, no one dares to approach it, and the Frank gardener who is considered the murderer has disappeared.

He was burned, along with his Lee Enfield.

"Have you fed Nagini's milk?" The cold voice came from the chair in front of the burning fireplace. Although it was a question, it was in a commanding tone.

"It's all done...everything is ready..." Wormtail turned his back to him, showing a trace of impatience, but quickly returned to respect, "Master, your words have also been conveyed."

"Very good... very good~"

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the snake called 'Nagini' straightened up, looking at the door vigilantly, and a young man in a black robe walked in from the night.

He looked around, clicked his tongue, looked around, and said: "No matter how many times I come here, I hate this place...I thought I was used to it, tsk tsk...It reminds me of the past again."

"Oh~ that's because...you and I are the same," said the person on the chair.

"Same? No...no no, it's not the same." The young man sat gracefully on another chair with a pocket watch on his body, and his entry made Wormtail even more frightened.

"You are not yet successful, and I am...even if the factor is Delphi"

"Then what should I call you?"

"Tom? Voldemort? The Dark Lord? Just be happy, everything doesn't matter..." Tom shrugged, enjoying the trembling of Wormtail, "It's really boring after immortality. In the end, I'm devoted to the research of magic again."

Tom Riddle, a name unfamiliar to Voldemort, a name he discarded, and now, dramatically, being used to refer to this... 'another Voldemort'?

"Master, Karkaroff has been captured!"

A man came in to report. He looked at the chairs where Tom and Voldemort were sitting, and he respected them very much. He didn't dare to lift his head up. It was a kind of fanatical worship.

"Bring this traitor in... Slave, I didn't rescue you for food"

Wormtail, who had nowhere to go, responded humbly, and dragged Karkaroff who was bundled into a rice dumpling, and Barty Crouch Jr. poured water on his head.

Karkaroff, who was awakened by the icy well water, saw Tom's shoes sitting in front of him, and climbed up. It was a delicate and handsome face, but...Karkaroff It's like seeing a ghost in the daytime.

Wormtail turned the chair around, and now Karkaroff could see the... thing sitting on the chair when he turned his head.

"Master...Master..." He tremblingly said this title that he hadn't said in more than ten years.

Karkaroff's lips were white, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, but when he wanted to cry out, Tom waved his wand gently, and he closed his mouth, and he could only stare.

He twisted on the ground, unable to make any sound, unable to reduce the pain by shouting, he just felt like a group of ants were gnawing on his heart.

In this cruel scene, only Wormtail closed his eyes and lowered his head.

But Tom crossed his legs and looked at Karkaroff on the ground with great interest, just like those spectators in a circus looking forward to the monkey being whipped and riding a bicycle.

Karkaroff scratched the floor with his fingers, making scratches abruptly. Some of the wooden thorns stuck into his fingernails, and he even knocked his head on the ground frantically.

He tried to use other pains to cover up or divert the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

"Look at you... now one is more powerful than the other, tsk tsk...Karkaroff, tell me, what can you give for your life?" Voldemort temporarily stopped the torture.

In the huge mansion, only Karkaroff fell to the ground gasping for air.

"Forget it... you should do what you should do... at least, you all have to pay a small price" Karkaroff was about to speak, but Voldemort hissed weakly, "Crouch , before the plan is executed, he will hand it over to you to take care of it."

"I don't understand, um...Master? Why don't you let me go?" Crouch looked at Voldemort, then at the elegant Tom, he didn't know who to call for a moment, "I'm not questioning! I just... .Worrying that Karkaroff will betray us again..."

"You are very useful, little Barty... He dare not betray, I can now find any of them according to the marks on his body..." Voldemort's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was so low that it disappeared.

So next, Tom can only tell him: "You are the most loyal one of the few, so naturally there are more important things for you to do~"

Tom got up and walked in front of him, straightening the folds of the shoulders for little Barty with both hands. This behavior seemed to him such an honor, and sure enough...he knelt on the ground immediately.

It is the wildest emotion.

"I am willing to do anything! For the Lord Dark Lord! Even to die!"

"No, you don't need to die, you just need to follow me...and visit some people again..." Tom dusted off his collar, and said relaxedly, "I can teach you resurrection magic... .Like... some of your favorite people"

His words made little Barty's eyes less enthusiastic and more joyful.

"Wormtail, you just follow your old master."

"Yes..." He replied with trembling teeth.

It's completely out of control now, and to him it's a Dark Lord who's more Slytherin than Voldemort, the most Voldemort of... Tom Riddle.

.........

The next day, the storm stopped, and for most Hufflepuffs, what they were most looking forward to was the new Moody.

Judging from his usual words and deeds, he looks like a retired Auror with extreme psychological trauma. He is always vigilant, and when someone passes by him on the road, he will be scrutinized for a long time.

Gryffindor's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class was scheduled until Thursday.

"Cyrus... wait! Your hands are too hard, my dear" Professor Sprout pointed to the Babo tuber in his hand, "If Harry hadn't worn dragonhide gloves, his skin would have been covered by now. got burned"

“Sorry...a bit of a waste”

The pus of the Babo tuber smelled strongly of gasoline, and almost everyone filled three or four bottles of the viscous yellow-green pus.

Disgusting as it may look, this pus is the best remedy for stubborn acne...  

"Poor Eloise Midgen, she still wants to use a spell to get rid of her acne" Hannah, opposite Cyrus, gossiped in a low voice, "Madame Pomfrey just put her nose back this morning. ..”

"Haha! Wonderful note, the nose is gone...the pimples are gone too?" Ron clapped his hands in dragon leather gloves and laughed.

Harry frowned and thought for a while, then something suddenly occurred to him, he hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice and said, "Didn't I see... that person? It seems... It seems that it has no nose. ..”

It seemed to be the case, and it was still in the first grade, but Cyrus saw it in the form of a soul, and it did seem to have no nose.

"It doesn't have a nose to prevent acne?" Cyrus joked with the Dark Lord without any scruples, "It's really tasteless... Wait...Dormammu doesn't have a nose too? Haha..."

No, this joke must be written down, and if we can meet again, he must use this to make fun of Voldemort and Dormammu.

Although Voldemort's name does scare wizards, but... no nose?This is so much fun, Ron and Neville even have a picture in front of their eyes.

Hannah, on the other hand, simply thought the idea was fun.

After class, Harry and the others went to Hagrid to continue taking the elective course on the protection of magical animals, and Cyrus was called to the library, where someone was calling him!

"Are you... are my Master?" Cyrus quietly walked behind Hermione, the necklace around his neck stopped heating up, he said seriously with a low figure.

"That's right! I ordered you to come here!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, wondering what tricks he was playing again.

Looking at Hermione, who was as serious as Professor McGonagall, Cyrus closed his mouth instinctively, and obediently sat beside her, looked around, and after making sure that Mrs. Pince was not nearby, he took out the Order a snack.

Hermione pushed away the multi-flavored beans on the table in disgust.

She is different from Cyrus, she can't make every taste different and like fruit, once she even ate durian?almost threw up...

"Hey...what's the matter?"

"I'm thinking about one thing...whether or not Malcolm should follow Malfoy..." Hermione rubbed her chin, her eyes narrowed because of the blown hair.

Malcolm Bardock was yesterday's freshman, and from what he said, Malfoy's small group seemed to be paying attention to him...Maybe he hoped that his shabby club would join someone?

"What did he think?" Cyrus asked her.

These little wizards are provided by the government to go to school, and they will have some attributes, so that they will not forget the outside world immediately after graduation. This is a thread that increases their connection with society.

Although their main purpose is to learn, it is inevitable that they have a little government task in them.

"Malcolm said it didn't matter, and... he was also a little curious about the... families that Malfoy told him?"

"That's it!" Cyrus rubbed his hands excitedly, "Infiltrate! I want to infiltrate the remaining small group of Slytherins!"

"There are not many of them in total." The girl closed the window next to her, "Let's go? The next class is... um... Let me check the timetable, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

"Professor Lupine probably can't wait any longer." But Cyrus was even more curious about the new Professor Moody.

A former Auror, it is said that he participated in Voldemort's wizard war, and his methods are famously ruthless... It's over!It seems that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is getting more and more serious now.

So... there should be more and more homework, right?

They lingered in the library for a while before Hermione dragged Cyrus, who suddenly didn't want to go to class, to the classroom. There was no way, who made her accidentally stamp her seal just now?

"What's for lunch?" Hermione suddenly thought that she hadn't had lunch yet.

Merlin...she was with Cyrus, she forgot to eat by accident...

"Pumpkin pie?"