Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

The body belonging to the Death Eater Bellatrix.

She did not struggle throughout the whole process, and until the last moment of her death she was still gazing at Voldemort with the most affectionate eyes, although she could not see him at all.

As her heart stopped beating, her eyes gradually faded. At this moment, her eyes seemed to reflect a hint of the other person's shadow, but also seemed to see nothing.

The raging black flames engulfed the room and everything inside.

Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters and planned to launch a full-scale attack on his first and final destination - England.

No one noticed during the meeting that Barty Jr. looked at Snape for a moment, and Snape also looked at him.

Then Snape saw Barty Jr. lip-syncing to him.

Snape paused but said nothing.

'He killed her.'

This is what those lip shapes mean.

At this point, all the Death Eaters from Azkaban were killed, and the remaining Death Eaters were those who had luckily escaped the disaster and were not completely trusted by Voldemort.

The resistance of the English Aurors was beyond the Death Eaters' imagination.

Whether in Bulgaria, Romania or Germany, they had never encountered such tenacious and fierce resistance. They were ambushed as soon as they entered England. Countless Aurors and strikers surrounded the Death Eaters who were the first to explore the way, and then there was no news from them again.

Next came the army of dark creatures led by Fenrir. The werewolves were ambushed by the fishmen who appeared out of nowhere and were dragged into the water one after another. The banshees had even worse luck. In the pitch-black night, they encountered a huge sun that appeared out of nowhere, which directly made a large group of banshees lose their combat ability. Then a group of fire elves who appeared out of nowhere subdued the remaining banshees. As the darlings of fire, the fire elves are born to be the nemesis of the banshees. They were basically defeated with just a simple look. As for the Dementors, they encountered a group of strange opponents, a group of blue and weird Cornish elves.

Cornish pixies vs. Dementors. No matter how you think about it, the latter will beat the former. However, the facts are shocking. The Dementors were chased and scattered by a group of Cornish pixies.

"Master, as expected of the birthplace of magic, the resistance encountered is also the most intense."

It would be great if they were all like the German Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic. It would be even easier than the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. After hearing the name of Voldemort, those wizards were terrified and it was easy to take them down with almost no effort, and they encountered basically no resistance.

"It's all that Fudge's fault."

Voldemort sneered. He admitted that the fake Fudge was the second only to Dumbledore among all the opponents he had met so far. After all, he was able to compete with him in a short period of time. Unfortunately, that was not the case now. If he met him face to face again, he was confident that he could subdue him in a very short time.

Voldemort did not take the loss of his subordinates to heart. He had completely mastered the Elder Wand and could turn the situation around at any time as long as he took action.

It's just that he himself doesn't want to take action at this time.

He didn't care about the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't care about the Death Eaters.

He needs to find someone.

The destined person in Harry Potter's prophecy.

Snape rushed over from outside, exhausted. He took off the black hood on his head and said to Voldemort with a little excitement: "Master, I found Harry Potter's trace."

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes and stood up from his throne for the first time: "Where is he?"

"In Godric's Hollow."

Planning to die in the same place as your parents? What a great choice.

Seeing that Snape seemed to be hesitant to speak, Voldemort spoke again.

"Anything else? Severus."

"While investigating Potter, I also discovered another person, Neville Longbottom, who was at St. Mungo's."

When Voldemort heard Snape mention Neville, his eyelids without eyebrows raised slightly.

Is it time to choose between the two again?

No, it's not a choice between two options at all. His choice has never changed from beginning to end.

Under the influence of the Apparition spell, Voldemort appeared in Godric's Hollow.

Soon he found Harry who was paying respect to his parents at the cemetery.

"Senior Tom, please wait a moment."

Harry's voice sounded unusually calm, and he was not surprised by Voldemort's arrival.

Voldemort did not take action, but stood there, quietly waiting for Harry to finish paying homage to his parents.

Voldemort continued speaking only after Harry emerged from the cemetery.

"Harry Potter, you really want to avenge your parents, you really want to kill me, then take out your wand and fight me fair and square."

It's not fair at all, but Voldemort's wand alone gave him a huge advantage.

“Find a quiet place, the woods next to it is a good choice.”

Harry was not at all disturbed by Voldemort's words.

How should he describe his feelings towards his parents? Actually, the feelings are quite complicated. He has never seen them since he can remember. The Dursleys have taken care of him since he was a child. The people closest to him are his eldest cousin Dudley, followed by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

He can only learn about his impression of his parents through other people's oral accounts.

In fact, he didn't like his father very much, but he was full of curiosity about his mother Lily, because Professor Snape often mentioned his mother in front of him, and every time the potion was not well prepared, Snape would use his mother as an example.

So the desire for revenge is not actually that strong.

But this did not stop Harry from hating Voldemort.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The magic that Harry released when he raised his hand was beyond Voldemort's expectations. It turned out to be a curse.

Unfortunately, it was easily deflected.

"Very interesting black magic, but it doesn't work."

Voldemort grinned. "Use more force. Take out the Fiendfyre you used earlier and show me what you can do."

The battle between the two lasted for more than an hour. Harry was already out of breath, but Voldemort was still as calm as when he first came.

In the gap between the two men's fight, Voldemort's lips moved slightly, and the silent spell was released at the same time as he cast the spell.

Harry was knocked to the ground.

"You're unlucky, Potter."

"You are the only one left. Although I admit that you are excellent, you are not good enough."

"So you are destined to be killed by me."

Harry remained expressionless, but during his break in the battle, he pressed his chest. Voldemort, immersed in joy, did not notice this small detail.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

The dark green spell hit Harry without any surprise.

His body fell heavily, his glasses fell to the side, and his pupils began to dilate rapidly.

Even the color of the body began to fade at this moment.

"Harry Potter is dead, hehehehe!"

Voldemort's crazy laughter resounded throughout the valley, and the next moment he turned into a cloud of black smoke and quickly disappeared from the spot. Perhaps happiness came too suddenly, so that he even forgot to take away Harry's "corpse", or perhaps it was because of something else that made him forget about it.

However, he didn't know that not long after he left, Harry's body began to recover at an incredible speed.

Not long after, Harry got up from the ground, lifted up his clothes, and found a broken ruby ​​lying quietly on his chest.

"Welcome back, brother."

A tall shadow blocked the sunlight above Harry's head, and a strong hand was extended in front of Harry.

"How does it feel to live your life again?"

“I’ve never felt so refreshed.”

Harry chuckled and took the hand.

Chapter 479 Your wand is female, mine is male

"Lead the remaining troops to attack Hogwarts. I will declare myself the king of the world today."

Voldemort is back, and he is full of vigor and vitality, as if he has returned to decades ago when he first led the Death Eaters.

"Master, we are not occupying the Ministry of Magic anymore?"

Little Barty asked in surprise.

"What's so good about occupying that place? Our goal is to capture Hogwarts at any time if I want to. It's a school and a place of hope. As long as we destroy that hope, those wizards will have no choice but to listen to us and the Aurors will come to us on their own."

"Yes Master."

Lucius said respectfully, his tone more respectful than ever before, that he would faithfully carry out any orders issued by Voldemort as long as he was still the invincible Dark Lord.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Lucius' attitude. Lucius was a smart man and should have seen something. However, Voldemort did not mind. It was most convenient to deal with smart people. He did not even need to give any instructions and the other party would do everything well.

As long as he is still the arrogant Dark Lord, no one will betray him, and Voldemort is even more certain that he has done nothing wrong.

As long as he has this Death Rod (Old Wand), he will always be the powerful and invincible Dark Lord.

"Master, can I ask what happened that made you happy?"

Lucius asked respectfully in a tentative tone.

Voldemort glanced at Lucius, then glanced at Snape who was brewing potion below, grinned and said in the most relaxed tone: "Harry Potter is dead! HE~HEH~!"

Almost everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then there was a thunderous cheer from the Death Eaters, especially Fenrir, whose cheer was the loudest.

The Dumbledore who could stand up to the Dark Lord is dead.

Now the only Potter who could possibly stand against Voldemort is also dead.

Voldemort is invincible, and the era of the Death Eaters is about to come.

At night, on the cliff closest to Hogwarts, a group of people were looking down at the castle not far ahead.

At this time, the castle has raised a transparent defense wall - the ultimate protection.

"Hogwarts should have received the news that Potter is dead. Maybe they are now planning a final desperate fight."

The final battle command of Voldemort was still handed over to Lucius, with Barty Jr. and Snape assisting.

These three people are the people he trusts the most now.

"I suggest that the werewolves continue to serve as the vanguard."

"Impossible. I have already suffered heavy casualties among my men. Unless we can get reinforcements, we will be courting death if we go forward," Fenrir said loudly.

Most of his werewolves were damaged in the attack of the fish-men, and the banshees were almost wiped out. Although theoretically there should be no losses on the Dementors side, most of them were missing. No one knew where these Dementors had gone, as if they had disappeared out of thin air. As for the humanoid witches, their fighting power could be ignored.

As for the giants, their numbers were hardly reduced. The problem was that they were only willing to obey Voldemort and not listen to Fenrir.

"I think I have another way." Snape said, distributing bottles of potions to everyone. Every dark wizard got one bottle. "I know there is a group of eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest. I think those eight-eyed hairy horror creatures are very suitable to be the vanguard, but you, Fenrir, need to drive them away."

"no problem."

Hearing Snape say this, Fenrir nodded in reply.

Just don't let his subordinates take the first wave of damage. Anyway, the method of making a werewolf is very simple, all you have to do is take a bite.

"The giants will be responsible for destruction. Gao Gaoma and his men are very suitable for this task."

Listening to the three discussing how to capture Hogwarts, Voldemort caressed Nagini's body with great satisfaction. As the most important battle to destroy "hope", Voldemort simply took it along as a witness to his rise.

Soon, countless eight-eyed spiders living in the Forbidden Forest were driven out of their nests by the dark wizards and rushed madly towards the Hogwarts castle.

Countless figures were moving outside the castle. They came and arrived at the gate of Hogwarts.

Countless eight-eyed giant spiders, werewolves with ferocious eyes, tall giants and dark wizards holding magic wands.

Voldemort looked with disdain at the ultimate protection blocking them, which was known as the strongest protective magic.

With a light wave of the wand in his hand, he pointed it at the castle, and the so-called strongest spell was easily cut open. The transparent cover in front of Hogwarts turned into countless points of light and dissipated.

"Open the door."

Voldemort said softly.

Immediately, several giants holding huge stones smashed open the gate of Hogwarts, and countless human and animal figures poured into the castle. After entering the castle, no one noticed that a barrier had risen outside the gate again, but this barrier was similar to the previous one yet completely different.

"The target has entered the attack range. All teams, please pay attention to sniping. OVER."

Eight hundred miles away, the centaur Firenze took his eyes off the sniper rifle's scope, picked up a walkie-talkie next to him and spoke.

Only equipment modified by Dudley can be used normally in Hogwarts.