Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

"Ah~ Principal Snape, you don't know them. They had nothing to do but go and provoke Tiedan. Now look! Tiedan rolled them into a ball and kicked them around like a ball for a long time. And he treated Simba like a golden retriever and almost let Simba die by sitting on him!"

The Slytherin boy who carried the three people over told Snape what had happened in silence. He was not a member of the Temple, but he was also speechless about their behavior.

Not to mention Snape~

"Badger...the badger will stand up! And it will grow bigger..." Rawl weakly raised his deformed hand and stretched it towards Snape, speaking intermittently.

"You are here for a mission, not to do whatever you want! It is the Dark Lord who is powerful, not you who follow him. Have some self-awareness! And... forget it, you should just recover from your injuries first."

Snape closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was too lazy to say anything. Let it be whatever it is.

……

"How about it, professor? Is it easy to be the principal?" (^ヮ^)

Snape returned to the headmaster's office and found that the boy was still there!

"No! Why haven't you left yet!"

"Why would I leave if I haven't finished talking to you? Besides, Gua Zai is still working for you. Can't I come and see my Gua Zai?"

Alvin held Guazi in his arms, touching its smooth scales, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Of course Snape knew what Ivan meant, but what could he do? He had already chosen to pay for his past mistakes in this way, and he would not regret it anyway.

There is no way I could regret it.

"If you're staying just to say this, then you can leave. I'm not interested in discussing these meaningless things with you."

Snape waved his wand and opened the door, his intention to chase people away was obvious.

"Okay, if you have any trouble, remember to come to me, especially if you encounter an overly enthusiastic young man. I will handle it."

Since Snape doesn't want to talk about this topic, forget it. I won't force him.

"By the way, Professor, Harry will come back eventually. Have you figured out how to explain it to him? Or, have you figured out how to explain it to those eyes?"

With one foot out of the door, Ivan turned his head again, but...

"Get lost!" Snape roared.

"Alas, Professor, you are mean to me again. After all, time has passed and even the most familiar people will get bored. This attitude is bound to make people sad. I was just kindly reminding you that misunderstandings between people are not easy to explain. I just wanted you to make some preparations in advance, but who knew that you would make the professor unhappy. After all, it was the student who said too much. In the future..."

boom!

Snape couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his wand, threw Ivan out, and slammed the door shut.

Phew~ It’s quiet now.

"Hey~ I'm in a hurry!"

Snape sat in the chair and covered his chest. If he had been a step later, he would have been really pissed off by this kid.

(ΘーΘ*) "Gua~" (Drink some)

Guazai handed over a bottle of potion and helped open the lid.

Snape took the potion and drank it all in one gulp. He prepared this potion specially for himself in his second year. He would drink it every time he was mad at Ivan.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would be pissed off by this guy and die young! After so many years, he still couldn't calmly face this guy who was so pissed off that he wanted to kill himself.

It's annoying enough to have those idiots around, and this guy comes out to add fuel to the fire! Really~

Snape put away the empty medicine bottle, touched Quackie's head, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the sky in the distance and fell into deep thought.

Want to... explain?

Forget it, let’s talk about it later. One day, the truth will come out.

Chapter 526 Salazar's Wand

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Ilvermorny College.

Ilvermorny is located in Massachusetts, USA. It was founded in the 17th century and is located on the top of Mount Greylock. The school is cast with a variety of powerful magic, making it invisible to people without magic and unable to reach the area where it is located, but sometimes it will appear in the clouds.

The founders of Ilvermorny were Aesop Sayre and her No-Maj lover James Stewart. It is the only known magic school founded by No-Maj people. Newt's wife Tina graduated from Thunderbird Academy in Ilvermorny.

Outside Ilvermorny, Voldemort stood with Bella halfway up the mountain, looking at the college on the top of the mountain.

"This is it."

Voldemort closed his eyes and felt it, and he found what he wanted.

"Master, aren't we going in?" Bella asked curiously.

"No need for that. My goal now is the magic wand. As for this school, I will conquer it in the future. There is no need to rush."

Voldemort said nonchalantly, stepping towards the source of the power he felt.

Although the magic power was dormant, he could still feel the breath that belonged to the same source.

Sure enough, nothing left behind by the Big Four was simple.

Outside Ilvermorny School, a snake tree is growing lushly. For centuries, no one has ever been able to cut down or destroy the tree, as if there is a mysterious force protecting it.

Now, this tree has become one of the symbolic symbols of Ilvermorny.

"Sure enough, it is right below, sleeping, waiting for its master to wake it up! Now, here I come."

Voldemort walked up to the snake tree, walked around it, and looked visibly excited.

Although he hadn't got the wand in his hand yet, he had already felt the powerful magic coming from underground. Just by standing here and feeling it, he felt that the power was much stronger than the Phoenix Feather Wand he had used before!

If he holds this in his hand... even if it is not as good as the Elder Wand, it is far superior to most wands in the world. The key is that this is also the most suitable wand for him right now!

"Congratulations, master, you got what you wished for." Bella saw that Voldemort was happy and immediately bowed to congratulate him.

As Voldemort's most fanatical believer, as long as Voldemort is happy, she will be happy too!

"Who are you! What do you want to do to this old tree!?"

An old man appeared behind the two of them, holding a wand, looking at Voldemort and the others with a wary look on his face.

It's no wonder he was on guard, because Voldemort didn't look like a good guy, and Bella! She looked like a mentally ill person.

Such a strange pair appeared at the school gate. If it were any other school, I guess they would have the same attitude!

"Old man, mind your own business!" Bella doesn't care who you are. If you dare to meddle in Lord Voldemort's affairs, you will lose several lives.

"If you two don't explain your origins, then I will be rude. After all, there are thousands of students behind this, and I need to be responsible for their safety."

The old man's face became solemn, but he did not back down, even though the pale-faced boiled egg put a lot of pressure on him.

"Bella, be polite!" Voldemort withdrew his gaze from the tree, taught Bella a lesson, and then looked at the old man again.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to greet you, but here are the things that my ancestors left for the descendants. As a descendant, I just want to take them back."

Finally, he had a new wand to use. Voldemort was in a good mood and he generously gave away his hypocritical kindness again.

"What? You are... from the Gaunt family!" The old man thought for a moment after hearing Voldemort's words, thought of the story when the school was founded, and immediately associated it with that family.

"Yes, I am a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. I came here today to take back his wand."

Speaking of the identity of the Slytherin heir, Voldemort was extremely proud! He inherited the Parseltongue, which means that his bloodline is very pure! Much higher than his humble Muggle father.

However, he was not respected because of this identity. Instead, the old man who looked like the professor in Ilvermorny became nervous!

"Then... you are the Dark Lord! Aren't you in England?" The old man became nervous, holding his wand tightly, but his steps were retreating.

He was the professor of Transfiguration in Ilvermorny. Generally speaking, his ability was considered elite! But Voldemort was notorious, and he didn't think he could deal with him on his own.

Fortunately, this evil guy has not shown any intention of killing anyone at the moment.

"Hmph~ Soon, the whole world will surrender to the master. It's just Ilvermorny. The master can come whenever he wants. What's it to you?" Bella snorted coldly.

Bella stood in front of Voldemort and raised her wand to confront him. If the old man dared to say anything rude again, she would kill him immediately!

"You are honored to witness me taking back the relics of my ancestors." Voldemort was not going to waste any more words. He couldn't wait to get the wand.

"Ssahasa~Hashliganessa~" (Wake up, Slytherin is calling you!)

Voldemort stretched out his hand toward the roots of the snakewood, and the hoarse, dark voice of Parseltongue emanated from his throat.

Ka La~

The sound of rolling mud and rocks came from under the tree after the Parseltongue fell, and this old tree that had lived for centuries began to tremble visibly!

"No! No!" The old man had a bad feeling in his heart and began to retreat towards the academy behind him.

Perhaps he should have called someone to stop him immediately!

But it's too late!

Several tentacle-like tree roots broke out of the ground, and a black wand was entangled in them and raised up, then handed to Voldemort.

Voldemort reached out and picked up the wand, and the roots quickly retreated. The snakewood tree seemed to have lost half of its vitality and became listless. The straight trunk became a little bent, and most of the leaves turned yellow.

The origin of this tree is this magic wand. Now that the magic wand is gone, if it had not lived for centuries and taken deep roots here, it would probably be dead by now.

The wand was awakened by Parseltongue, and the powerful magic from the era of the Big Four had awakened. Feeling the power of Voldemort's blood, the wand also conveyed joy to Voldemort.

Voldemort stroked the still intact wand, feeling the connection with it, and a sense of pleasure arose spontaneously!

"It's wonderful! This powerful feeling is so wonderful!" Voldemort's face was full of intoxication.

After being intoxicated, Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes and looked at the old man who had turned around and was about to run.

"Avatar Setara!"

A green lightning bolt flew out instantly, and the powerful force of death instantly took the old man's life!

"As the first life to die under this magic wand in hundreds of years, you should feel honored! Hahahaha~"

Voldemort's evil and rampant laughter echoed at the gate of Ilvermorny...

Chapter 527: Harry the Troubled One

"Harry, look at the news today, Voldemort has gone crazy!"

Somewhere in London, Harry had just tied up two members of the Death Eater search team when Ron, who had found the newspaper, ran over shouting.