Hogwarts lazy snake

The nails on that hand were long and pointed, like five sharp little daggers.

At the same time, this huge creature, which had no natural enemies in this forest, began to scream miserably.

The screams echoed in the forest, making the atmosphere even more eerie and terrifying.

However, the hand did not let it go, and immediately stretched out another hand from the snake's cavity. As the hands swayed irregularly in the air, a hissing sound was heard, as if something was scraping on the ground.

Very weird.

The anaconda's pain seemed to have reached its peak.

Its huge body was twisting wildly, and every inch of its muscles was twitching violently. The snake body, which was originally full of power, now seemed to have lost control.

Its eyes were filled with madness and despair, and the green light became dim.

Its mouth was stretched to its limit, and its scales began to bleed due to excessive expansion. The blood flowed through the gaps between the scales, dyeing the surrounding ground a glaring red.

Its inside felt like it was being cut by countless red-hot knives. Every time the owner of those pale hands squirmed, it felt a piercing pain. The once majestic snake tail flapped weakly on the ground, raising a cloud of dead branches and leaves.

A hairless person slowly crawled out of the anaconda's mouth.

If Harry and the others were here, they would definitely recognize the face that appeared under the trapdoor, Voldemort!

His body was like a pale marble statue, with lifeless skin clinging to his bones, and his whole body exuded a chilling and eerie aura.

Finally, he completely broke free from the anaconda's body. He stood aside, looking coldly at the anaconda that once helped him to be reborn.

The anaconda was already dying, its body limp on the ground, with only its weak breathing proving that it was still alive. However, there was no mercy in Voldemort's eyes.

At this moment, Voldemort was looking at his body with crazy eyes, feeling his muscles, blood flow, and that strong sense of reality.

"What a powerful force this is!" Voldemort looked at his hands and his body: "This is what it feels like to have a body again, just for this!"

After looking at it for a while, he looked at the anaconda that was still alive, walked over and squatted down.

He waved his fingers, a cold light flashed, and the anaconda's body was tightly bound, unable to move.

Then, Voldemort walked towards it expressionlessly, and with a flick of his finger, a sharp magic blade appeared in his hand.

Without hesitation, he began to skin the anaconda, his movements skillful and cruel.

The anaconda's body was shaking violently, but it could not make any sound. It could only watch with despair in its eyes as its skin was peeled off bit by bit.

Voldemort took the flayed skin in his hand and waved his fingers again, moving his hands like a composer and conductor, chanting a complicated spell.

The snake skin gradually changed under the effect of magic, becoming as thin as a cicada's wing, while still retaining the deep green color that the anaconda had when it was alive.

He continued to work his magic and made the snake skin into a long-sleeved garment.

This dress seemed to still carry the vitality of the anaconda. A green light was burning faintly on the dress, emitting a mysterious and evil aura.

Voldemort looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he put on the clothes made of anaconda skin.

Feeling that his body was still a little thin, he turned his gaze again to the huge body that had been skinned.

Knock, Knock

Then it gnawed on the anaconda's body like a wild beast.

His teeth bit into the anaconda's flesh, making a disgusting chewing sound.

With every bite, he could feel a surge of strength spreading through his body. As he continued to devour, his body gradually became stronger, and muscles began to bulge over his bones.

His originally sunken cheeks became fuller, and his eyes flashed a more evil light.

Just as Voldemort was about to leave the forest, a greedy voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The voice seemed to come from the endless dark abyss, cold and full of temptation: "Tom, you are not strong enough. Although Hogwarts has what you need, it requires you to have powerful magical powers to defeat the opponent."

"And those little wizards, their life force and magical energy can be used by you. Go to Hogwarts and take back everything that belongs to you."

"I will, no need for you to remind me!"

After saying this, Voldemort paused, then called out a name in a whisper: "Albus Dumbledore!"

Voldemort listened to the voice, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of greed and desire, and he silently calculated how to carry out his plan in Hogwarts. Then he looked towards the direction of Hogwarts with evil purpose.

Looking at a weird tattoo on the arm, it is a skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth, which looks eerie and scary.

Then Voldemort reached out his hand to the tattoo to make his Dark Mark clear and burn.

At the same time, a wizard who was talking to someone in a manor somewhere suddenly felt a pain somewhere in his arm, and his face suddenly changed.

After a hasty goodbye, he walked to a secluded corner to check his arm.

In a huge prison on a gloomy and terrifying deserted island, several imprisoned wizards suddenly felt something and looked at a certain part of their body.

A teacher on holiday, dressed in black and living in a house somewhere in Knockturn Alley, also felt something and her face changed drastically, but she quickly regained her composure and covered a painful spot.

And some high-ranking wizard officials, next to a garbage dump somewhere, and even an animal all reacted.

In the end, no matter if someone shouted out loud, or shouted in their hearts, or even had ecstasy, joy, nervousness, fear and other expectations, in the end it all became...

"Back!"

After doing this, Voldemort looked at the Dark Symbol quietly. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and a faint arc spread across his lips. The shape of his lips was like an exquisite bow, seemingly soft but revealing an indescribable sharpness.

Then Voldemort disappeared into the gloomy forest.

Only one sentence was left echoing in the air: "I'm back! The Voldemort you fear is back."

Only the skinned anaconda's body was left, emitting the smell of death, and the surrounding trees seemed to be trembling at this cruel scene.