days at Hogwarts

Chapter 502 Obtaining the letter
Over the years, Harry has repeatedly questioned the old bat and then trusted Professor Snape. Harry has gradually adapted to the special characteristics of the old bat professor. Even after being repeatedly targeted in the potions class, Harry gradually adapted to the numbness, so that Snape occasionally If you don't deduct a few points from him, he will even feel surprised.

Seeing Bellatrix's hysterical questions and Snape's cautious but calm answers, Harry, who was imprisoned on the angel statue, felt nothing in his heart. He only felt the pain in his chest being strangled by a scythe.

It wasn't that he didn't care about Snape's position, but to be fair, he couldn't tell what the Potions Professor's outcome would be tonight, but he knew that there shouldn't be any suspense about his outcome tonight.

To sort out the current situation: He is now tightly imprisoned by the stone statue. The wand fell from his hand and fell on the grass a few steps away. His feet were dangling in the air, and he could not even run with his fleshy legs.

Although the many vicious Death Eaters gathered in front of him had restrained themselves a lot in recent years, and each of them pretended to be sanctimonious, Harry knew that more than ten years ago these people were criminals who enjoyed torturing half-blood wizards and Muggles with the Cruciatus Curse. .

If he can get the wand successfully, the disarming spell he is proud of should be able to play some minor role. When he is not prepared for a sneak attack, he can knock down one or two people, or at most three or four, but there are at least two here. A dozen Death Eaters.

He even suspected that even if these people stood there stupidly and let him attack one by one, it would take him a few minutes to recite the spell, and this time would be enough for Voldemort to cut him into pieces and bury him in the grave...

He has also been able to master the Iron Armor Curse. His many magical riots and the skills he learned from Loren are enough to protect against most spells, but unfortunately Voldemort's Death Curse should not be included.

To sum up, the frontal breakthrough and escape is probably a dream.

But it was not hopeless. The only way he could think of at this moment was the Goblet of Fire trophy, which was more than twenty feet away. If he could touch the trophy and reverse the Portkey magic on it, he would be able to return to Hogwarts instantly... …

So the problem he faces now is how he should break away from the shackles of the stone statue without alerting anyone under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, and quietly get his wand...

Harry's eyes fell on the wand with a phoenix tail feather core not far away, thinking about how fast he could obtain the trophy with the summoning spell under the best conditions, and whether it could be faster than Voldemort's death curse.

"...If I knew he was working for the master, how could I not help, just like last year during the Christmas holidays, in the Leaky Cauldron, in Diagon Alley..."

Snape was still answering, but he had already stood up, his hands hanging by his sides, and the deep gaze in his black eyes stared straight at Bellatrix without any fluctuation.

Bellatrix was stunned for a moment, as were Loren and Harry, who were listening in the dark. The siege gradually came back to their minds.

At that time, the great Dark Lord asked Wormtail to lurk back to Hogwarts to recover Ravenclaw's diadem, while he created a commotion to recover Hufflepuff's golden cup. She did not expect that several professors from Hogwarts happened to be present. Suddenly, he was surrounded by McGonagall and Flitwick and was in danger.

If Snape hadn't let go of the siege, she would have been judged again, and perhaps she would have revealed her master's hiding place, delaying the return of the Dark Mark again.

"In the past few months, the Dark Mark has become clearer and clearer. I knew you were definitely going to come back. All Death Eaters know about it!"

Snape said slowly, as if he were brewing a pot of polyjuice potion, and the Potions Master had plenty of patience: "I have enough time to think about where I should go and plan what I should do next, such as Run away like Karkaroff and even tell Dumbledore, no?"

"I was briefly lost, but my loyalty has never been betrayed!"

"Then how do you explain the matter about Harry Potter? He is still alive and well to this day. You have four years to do whatever you want with him..." Bellatrix's question was no longer passionate. Her softened tone was proof that she was re-accepting her companion.

"Things are more complicated than you think. Although I targeted him in every possible way, Dumbledore protected him more closely than I imagined. In addition, I spent those few years planning and investigating what happened that year. I must stick to my duties."

Snape's voice changed slightly, like a bubbling potion in a crucible: "Do you think I have completely gained Dumbledore's trust? He has always refused to give me the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position. You You know, he seems to think that it will make me fall back into trouble and tempt me to go back to my old ways.”

Bellatrix frowned: "Is this the sacrifice you make for your master? Can't you teach the subjects you like?"

Snape did not continue to answer, but looked at Voldemort directly in front of him, as if he wanted him to make a decision.

"That's enough, Severus, you have proven your loyalty..." Voldemort waved his hand, and Snape walked to the empty seat next to Barty Jr., returning to his original position thirteen years ago.

Voldemort looked at the still vacant position in the circle, staring with scarlet eyes, as if someone was standing there: "There are five less Death Eaters here, four died for me, Rosier, Will X, Regulus and Peter... if one of them doesn't have the guts to come back, Karkaroff, he will pay the price..."

Voldemort's voice suddenly increased, and his lipless mouth twisted into a smile: "It's too late to feel sorry for those who are absent. What is worth celebrating is that the famous Harry Potter came to my rebirth party! We even Might as well call him my special guest!”

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and these masked men secretly exchanged glances. Lucius glanced at his proud expression, then looked at his colleagues standing on the left and right, and after a brief silence, he moved forward. Taking a step forward, he said cautiously:
"Master, we long to know...please tell us...how did you accomplish this, this miracle and return to us?"

Loren was silent for a moment.

As expected of Lucius Malfoy, it’s no wonder that the Malfoy family can continue its legacy.

Draco still has a lot to learn...

"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius..." Voldemort became visibly happy, "The beginning and the end of this story are all related to this little friend of mine."

"Of course you know, they say this boy is my nemesis, don't you?" Voldemort walked around the circle of Death Eaters, and finally stood in front of Harry, focusing everyone's attention on the two of them. Personally, Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr. glanced at Snape quietly from the corner of their eyes.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort raised his head slightly with a gentle smile, like a kind professor, "You don't need my introduction. I heard that your popularity is almost as high as mine. You survived the catastrophe. Boy, your legend is made up of lies, Harry, do you want me to tell the truth about that night thirteen years ago?”

"What about you guys? Do you want me to tell you what made me lose my magic?"

Voldemort returned to the center of the circle and looked around. The extremely oppressive gaze made all the Death Eaters lower their heads involuntarily. They knew that no matter how the Dark Lord failed last time, he was now stronger again.

"It's because of love. You all know that on the night when I lost my mana and body, I wanted to kill him." Voldemort glanced at Snape who was trembling slightly, and his scarlet eyes revealed a meaningful expression. look.

"His mother, when the lovely Lily Potter gave her life to save his only son, inadvertently gave him some extreme protection, which I admit I did not expect - I Don't touch this boy."

Voldemort stretched out a slender pale finger and slowly approached Harry's cheek. "It's an ancient magic. I should have remembered it, but I foolishly ignored it. But it doesn't matter, things have changed..."

"Now, I can touch him."

The cold tip of that slender pale finger touched Harry's scar, and for a moment it felt like the entire North Tower was piercing into his wound, and Harry's head felt as if it was going to explode.

"Hi-ah-"

The shrill wail seemed to be some kind of beautiful piano music. Voldemort closed his eyes and enjoyed it for several minutes. Finally, he chuckled close to Harry's ear, removed his fingers with satisfaction, and continued to speak to the Death Eaters:

"Friends, I admit that I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by the woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back to myself. Ah... that was my spell. Nothing could resist it. I was stripped. The body is worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul...but I am still alive."

"In the past thirteen years, I have not known what I am for a long time, but I have gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality. You all know my goal-to conquer death. It seems that I At least one or two of those experiments worked, because I didn't die...

"I hid in a remote forest and waited, imagining that my loyal Death Eaters would definitely find a way to find me, but I waited in vain..."

Loren listened with relish to Voldemort's neighing sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, echoing in the quiet and remote wilderness cemetery. Every spell that could help him required the help of a wand, but at that time Voldemort was just an shapeless ghost.

The resentment that the wandering soul from Albania had been suffering for ten years seemed to turn into a cold gray mist, tightly wrapping around everyone who listened, causing the circle of Death Eaters to shiver.

"It wasn't until four years ago that there seemed to be hope for my resurrection..."

Voldemort patiently and detailedly described how he tricked Quirrell into taking him out of the Albanian forest, returning to Hogwarts, and seizing the Philosopher's Stone. His plan was shattered by Dumbledore, and he also very clearly hinted at Snape's role in it. The obstructive effect made other Death Eaters sweat for him.

Then three years ago, the failed Voldemort wanted to continue to lurk in the Albanian forest and wait for an opportunity, but something he entrusted was suddenly damaged, causing him to risk leaving the forest and spending a small amount of money accumulated from the unicorn blood. With more power, he threatens a house elf to take him away to find help from another friend.

Before he could finish speaking, Lucius and Crabbe looked pale and sweaty. The atmosphere was awkward for about two or three minutes. Voldemort seemed to have been suppressed for too long and continued to talk tirelessly.

"A young admirer took in me, Vincent, Crabbe's son. The minuscule amount of intelligence and magical talent he inherited from his father meant that he did poorly at school and was influenced by people in the name of Harry. Being ostracized by Potter and being despised by people he used to consider friends, the humiliation made him angry and made him thirsty for power, so he accepted me..."

Speaking of being defeated by Harry Potter again in the duel class, Voldemort showed a terrible smile, and his scarlet snake eyes became hollow and cold: "But he only has clumsy and well-developed limbs, and his poor brain does not have enough capacity to carry it. My wisdom, for this I have to seek the help of my great ancestor, the greatest of the Four, Salazar Slytherin..."

"Sure enough, my blood is my elixir. After contacting my ancestors, my luck has become better and better. Vincent is not suitable for possession, so a friend of mine sent me Wormtail. He also Without enough wisdom, my friend took care of his cumbersome soul for me, leaving only his strong body."

"Oh, my dear friend, my mutual friend with Harry Potter." Voldemort looked at Harry with strange eyes. His eyelashes trembled a few times as if he was curious, but he quickly changed the subject without saying anything more.

"During the year of rest in Ilvermorny, I fully explored Slytherin's legacy, trained Vincent to become a qualified Death Eater, and also perfected the resurrection ritual..."

"The bones of my father...the flesh of my servants...and most importantly, the blood of my enemy Harry Potter!"

"Bellatrix suggested that I use the blood of any wizard. Any wizard who hates me is my enemy, but I know that only you, Harry, are my only choice... which happened to be on hold for hundreds of years." The Goblet of Fire restarts again... The blood that made me lose my magic thirteen years ago, the protection your mother left on you will also exist in my blood."

Voldemort came close to Harry's wound and smelled the smell of blood, looking intoxicated. The next moment, he healed his injury with a wave of his wand and released the restraints on him.

Not only the Death Eaters were stunned, but Harry who fell to the ground was also stunned for a moment.

"Pick up your wand, Harry, you should have learned how to duel, right?" Voldemort asked softly, like a professor giving an example, "First we must bow to each other..."

Voldemort bowed first, pointed his wand at Harry, who was still confused, and pressed his back ruthlessly with an invisible hand, causing the Death Eaters to burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)