HP: The Shadow Returns

Lucius not only said this, but as if he had successfully hypnotized himself, he slowly stood up with a look of enthusiasm on his face, and took off the tall and pointed hood on his head.

"Without you, I can only appear in front of others with another face every day. It's just my mask."

To be honest, Huerta almost laughed out loud, and she did, especially when Peter raised his severed hand and said

"I'm back"

After that sentence.

"But that's just because of fear, not loyalty!" Voldemort was starting to go crazy at this moment. He came closer and praised him, "But in the past few months, you have been very useful."

Then he raised his hand and gave Peter a silver hand.

At this moment, he heard Sansaro's laughter and ran over quickly. He didn't carefully observe the Death Eaters around him before he realized where he was now.

In a manor I had never seen before, the hovering dragons and thestrals were just acting as guards.

And that woman with green eyes, Lucius just glanced at her, and suddenly felt familiar, and turned his head away when Voldemort scolded her extremely angrily.

"Close your dirty eyes!"

"It doesn't matter, brother, we will meet in the future, it is inevitable."

Huerta's cheerful and indifferent words suddenly stirred up waves in everyone's hearts.

The Dark Lord has a sister? ! Lucius subconsciously looked at the only person at the scene who had not been held accountable, Nott. The other person's calm expression and movements obviously already knew everything.

Why? Could it be Nott? He didn't dare to look around, although the woman didn't care.

"Yes, sooner or later..." Voldemort came over again and touched her head, and then walked to the savior as he spoke.

"I almost forgot you were still here, Harry, Boy-Who-Lived, look at you."

There was joy and arrogance in his words

"You don't need to introduce yourself. I heard that your popularity is almost as high as mine."

"Your legend is made up of lies. Do you want me to tell the truth about that night 13 years ago? The truth that really made me lose my power..."

He kept pacing back and forth, the excitement of rebirth rising in his heart.

"Your mother, the lovely Lily Potter, gave her life to save her most precious only son with love, while also giving her the utmost protection."

"I can't touch him, it's an ancient magic, I should have expected it."

Virta narrowed his eyes when he heard this, the protective spell of love? It can reflect the damage from the killing to the caster...and protect him in the following days.

Wait... She seemed to have thought of something. A dark light flashed in Huerta's mind, but it was fleeting. She half-closed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

"But it doesn't matter, the situation has changed now!" Voldemort grinned, turned around, rushed to Harry Potter, raised his pale arm, and pressed hard on his scar.

"I can touch you!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The savior seemed to feel extremely painful, grabbing the remaining vines and wailing non-stop.

Voldemort's laughter became more and more perverted.

"Hahahaha"

Virta felt that it was a waste of time, although she could understand the feeling of wanting to torture the opponent and feel the wonderful pain.

But now is undoubtedly not the time to do this. Dumbledore will soon realize all this. Now is not the best time to make a comeback.

But he insisted on doing it himself.

Voldemort put down Harry Potter and forcibly commanded him, forcing him to start a duel with him. He continued to stimulate Harry with words, and the torture of the Cruciatus Curse was not far behind.

"Bow! You must understand the etiquette! Dumbledore doesn't want to see you like this! Very good, your parents will be proud of you, especially your inferior Muggle mother"

"I will kill you, Harry Potter, just as I simply killed your parents."

"After tonight, no one will question my power. After tonight, when they talk about you, they will only talk about how you begged me to kill you."

"And I," Voldemort said with a cruel smile on his face, "I graciously agreed to your request."

"I'm going to kill you with my own hands!"

He took the lead in attacking, and the savior hid behind a stone in fear. Stimulated by Voldemort's words, he gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to come out again.

"Then as you wish!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus"

An electric arc was emitted between the two wands, and the two forces connected together, immediately sending out a shock wave, but it was far less powerful than the power of himself and Dumbledore that time.

They were unable to cause harm to each other. Huerta saw all this clearly from a distance. Was her cold and stern eyes because of the wand?

This is too coincidental...

At this moment, she understood everything. Huerta's expression was full of coldness. He couldn't kill Harry Potter at all because he used the blood of the savior! damn it! He should listen to himself!

"Avada Kedavra!" Huerta raised his hand very neatly.

The bright light of Avada illuminated everything around them. Under this dazzling light, everyone opened their eyes and saw the figure of the savior suddenly disappearing.

It must be Dumbledore. The death curse also hit the scorched ground.

"Ahhhh! No!!!!" Voldemort roared angrily.

Now no one dares to touch his bad luck, they all huddle aside and remain extremely quiet.

"Brother, little Barty will bring him here, if nothing happens to him." Sansaro frowned irritably and glanced at the Death Eaters. She always felt that things would not go so smoothly.

Then he turned his face and asked, and his voice returned to normal.

"Theodore, go and take a look...if Dumbledore comes, just come back. Little Barty is not important."

Is that boy Theodore Nott? Lucius's pupils trembled in surprise when he heard this. Looking at it this way, that woman.

"Everyone, don't stand around all the time. Go to the castle, Dussava, and prepare desserts for these guests."

Virta stepped forward and took Voldemort's arm, teleporting him directly to the study in the dark mist, and then directly pulled him to sit on the sofa and communicated with him in a low voice.

"You can't kill him, remember what I said at the beginning? He can speak snake language! What does that mean!"

Voldemort was silent, but the veins on his head had popped out, indicating that he was on the verge of rage.

"You clearly know the magical protection that woman gave his son, why do you need his blood to resurrect you!"

"That will make me stronger!" He was a little dissatisfied with Virtario's scolding tone, turned to stare at her, and said disdainfully

"And the protection of love? That is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

Virta could tell what was wrong with him, but she still held the man's cold and thin hand and retorted forcefully.

"That will make you stretched! You will be passive!"

"If this continues, Dumbledore will only be happy about it. That protective spell is obviously effective, otherwise you wouldn't have waited until now to come back to me."

Virta straightened his face, letting those terrifying and cold snake eyes look at him

"That's not what we are going to do now. Brother, anyone can kill him, except you."