HP: The Shadow Returns

But as expected, Virta's painful screams did not come, and instead there was an ominous, extreme hysterical silence.

A bit of light jumped onto his face. After blocking it with his hand, Tom found that there seemed to be a little twisting light coming from the cracks in the cellar.

He stood up and did not bother to dust himself off. He came to the door that was not tightly closed, raised his hand and gave it a tentative push. Unexpectedly, the extremely strong iron door opened with a creak.

Tom's eyes were filled with flames dancing in the passage. They gathered together to emit a strong sense of heat. The extremely high heat even distorted the air.

He watched all this quietly, and finally opened his legs and walked into the flames without hesitation. The hot snakes licked his skin, leaving many burns on it soon.

Enduring the severe pain, Tom gritted his teeth and quickly came to the ground. Part of his body already showed a black and charred color from severe burns.

For a moment, he saw a scene that was comparable to the end of the world, and he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

In the empty world in between, flames soaring into the sky are everywhere. Big trees and houses have been burned down, and the twisted black ash in the sky is falling down like a volcano erupting. The blood-colored and dim sky is basically No end in sight.

Where is Huerta?

He glanced at the empty cross standing nearby in the fire. There were more and more wounds on his skin, and the burning pain reminded him that he didn't have much time left.

Tom looked around despite the pain, and while thinking hard, a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind

(I will always be here waiting for you)

that room? He hurriedly looked over from a distance, but the air twisted by the flames had completely blocked his sight.

It must be there.

Tom didn't know why, but his heart was very determined. He was about to walk over, but a stumble under his feet made him realize that something was wrong.

Looking down, he saw that one of his legs had been burned away, leaving only the dense, smoke-blackened bones holding him up.

Then we have to hurry up.

Tom seemed to feel no pain. He dragged his broken body and ran towards the house step by step. As he moved forward, the trees on the road behind him collapsed.

The black mist that struck like a sandstorm from one end of the world quickly swallowed up the sky and the earth.

At the last moment when this place collapsed, Tom entered the room first, and the extremely dazzling white light directly enveloped him.

The familiar falling feeling reappeared, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared, as if it had never happened.

The morning tide hits the rocks, the branches and leaves of the tall trees rub against each other, making a gentle and intoxicating rustling sound, and the warm beach is soft and comfortable.

The seagulls symbolizing freedom were hovering in the sky, and the continuous chirping woke up Tom. The dazzling sunlight came into view again, and he had no choice to raise his hand to block it.

Instead, he lay quietly on the sand and felt such a beautiful time.

Because Tom felt that he was holding a hand tightly at this moment, he could feel that she was also enjoying the peace after the pain.

"Brother...I'm sorry to trouble you."

Virta spoke slowly with half-closed eyes tiredly.

Tom turned his head, and the golden sand was stroking his hair. His eyes never left that beautiful and beautiful face, and the corners of his mouth curved.

The two of them leaned together quietly, the gentle sea breeze blowing their raised hair.

Virta slowly opened her eyes, leaned sideways in the man's arms, and looked at the familiar and handsome face. She seemed to be a little surprised.

"It's very similar to what's in the diary. Is this what you looked like when you were 16?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch the face. Voldemort's smiling eyes flashed and he reached out to hug the girl into his arms.

"I can't see myself."

The two of them cuddled together, gracefully like a white whale that jumped up and sank down in the sea. In such a beautiful situation, they seemed like a painting of incomparable nostalgia.

"When I first came in, I seemed to have lost my memory. I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't wake up and went through this reincarnation more than a dozen times."

Also burned to death a dozen times...

Voldemort held her body lovingly, passed under Virta's body with a pair of big hands, and gently stroked her smooth back.

"I've always been afraid of flames..." the girl continued hurriedly. She raised her head and spoke tremblingly, placing her two slender arms on the man's tall shoulders.

The two people's heads were getting closer and closer, and Virta could clearly see the lines on his face and the very pitiful expression.

"it's all over"

The sound of waves lapping against the rocks became more and more intense, and the seagulls in the sky still flew freely and chirped.

.......

Not long after Virta woke up, other assimilated members, dragons and thestrals woke up one after another.

The long-empty Jörmungandr Manor finally had some rare vitality.

Dusawa was the one who woke up the fastest among all the members. She stumbled to find her immediately to confirm whether her master had fully recovered.

When Virta appeared almost intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the most bizarre thing is that the great Dark Lord actually turned into a teenage boy, although he is very handsome...

"It seems they are still not used to it."

In the huge conference room, Virta, who was sitting at the end, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bella and his group, who had wide-eyed eyes.

Voldemort kept his face silent and said nothing, but the flash of red light in his eyes still convinced the Death Eaters that this was their master.

But after Bella's brief shock, uncontrollable admiration rushed into her eyes again.

Theodore was so anxious that he appeared next to Virta without even tying his tie, and then suddenly hugged her, facing Voldemort's unfriendly gaze.

His heart was pounding.

"It's great that you're okay..." The aftermath of the disaster in Theodore's heart made him feel much more relaxed.

The scene at that time simply frightened him.

"Of course, honey, I even feel more complete..."

Theodore, who had calmed down, kept holding her hand and did not dare to let go even if he was sitting next to her.