The days at Hogwarts

Bellatrix hesitated for a moment, and the Death Eaters began to commotion. Some were still shaking uneasily, and some were muttering something under their breath.

Snape did not hold on, but answered Bellatrix's question seriously: "That heavy night, I was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I pretended to be seeking a teaching position in order to be more... Good surveillance Albus Dumbledore.”

Voldemort nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue.

"You also asked why I didn't try hard to find the great Dark Lord after he disappeared..." Snape lowered his head guiltily, "I must apologize to you, Master... the reason why I didn't search is the same as Avery's. , Yaxley, the Carlo brothers, Greyback, and Lucius, I thought you failed."

The breathing of Lucius and Avery, the only ones present, became sluggish, and their hearts that had just calmed down were hanging again. They stared at the person who dragged them into the water again. If their eyes could release magic, they would like to use the crushing spell to crush him. He exploded into hundreds of pieces!

The relaxed atmosphere became stiff again, and Loren immediately became on guard.

"Please forgive me..."

Voldemort only raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Get up, Severus, stand up...you beg me for forgiveness? I will not forgive, I will not forget the long thirteen years, I want you, and you Pay off the debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you.”

"At your service," Snape said again.

"Is this your loyalty?" Bellatrix screamed, looking a little crazy in her rage. "While I was suffering from the Dementors in Azkaban, you were hiding in Hogwarts, comfortably playing the role of Dumbledore's favorite!"

She stopped, her chest heaved violently, and her cheeks turned red: "What have you done to survive under Dumbledore all these years? Why have you stayed there? Could it be said that you were secretly spying on Dumbledore?" Breedo? Why did you prevent the Dark Lord from getting the Philosopher's Stone three years ago?

"There are many reasons to stay there..." Snape paused, "A comfortable teaching job, observing what Dumbledore did, and investigating what happened that night. Master understands what I am thinking... …”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the woman he had begged to save his life, but did not interrupt him.

"Three years ago, all I saw was the greedy and incompetent Quirrell trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I admit that I did my best to stop him, but I must say, if I knew your plan, You will only be resurrected three years earlier..."

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 increasingly clear. I knew you would definitely make a comeback. All the Death Eaters knew 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."

"You know, of course, that 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 all eyes on the two of them. Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr. glanced at Snape out of 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.

Chapter 503 Harry escapes

"Now, let's duel..."

"[Heart-cutting out the bones]"

Severe pain occupied all his senses. Harry's eyes rolled crazily in his head. He could no longer spare any extra energy to think about how to escape. He fell to the ground in an instant, and his throat let out an uncontrollable scream that he had never heard before in his life. Scream.

As if the dagger was red-hot in the fire, it pierced every inch of his skin, gouging out pieces of shapeless flesh, and then scraped the bones bit by bit with the sharp edge.

The pain lasted for who knows how long. Just as Harry's consciousness gradually became blurred, everything stopped. Harry turned over and climbed up, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"pause……"

Voldemort is like a hunting python. His thick snake body has been wrapped around the prey, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing to let him breathe, both for teasing and for better torture.

"Rest for a while...it hurts, Harry. Do you want me to come again a few more times, or do you want it to end like this?"

Harry did not answer, and sighed slightly in his heart. Until now, he had not figured out how to draw the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters away from him, so as to buy himself enough time to summon the trophy and activate the portkey.

His fingers gently brushed the holly wood wand. No matter what, try it and die...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a shiny object not far away. It seemed that his legs were too weak to stand still. He staggered a few steps and almost hit a wall of Death Eaters.

A mist had arisen in the cemetery late at night. Voldemort's sinister eyes penetrated the mist, revealing a scarlet glimmer, and the wilderness echoed with the laughter of many Death Eaters. It seems that no matter how long or whenever they see someone being tortured, they get pleasure from it.

Loren had no intention of interfering.

He silently hid in the hiding place made of stone carvings and weeds. His sense of prying eyes came out from the narrow gaps. While searching for traces of Dumbledore's presence around him, he was still recalling Voldemort's speech just now in his mind. .

Voldemort claimed that on that night thirteen years ago, Lily Potter sacrificed her life to use ancient magic, leaving a long-term protective power in Harry's body. As the target of ancient magic, Voldemort has never been able to touch Harry. Hurt Harry.

So Voldemort used Harry's blood as material to reshape his flesh and blood body. The ancient magical power of protection left by Lily Potter also existed in his new body. The same blood allowed him to touch Harry again. , hurt Harry.

But in fact, the talisman of protection forged by Lily Potter with her life still exists, and even exists in two states...

The vague guess made Loren's lips curl into a playful smile. From this point of view, Voldemort's plan not only failed to make him stronger, but instead dug a deep hole for him.

Loren's eyes flickered. According to the pictures he found from his long memory, the two twin wands were the key to this duel.

One is made of holly, the other of yew, and their cores come from the tail feathers of the same phoenix.

"Perhaps you are tired and desperate from our duel. Do you want me to end it now, Harry? I will give you a painless relief, soon..."

Seeing that his limbs no longer trembled and he tightened his grip on the wand again, Voldemort raised the wand, but this time Harry was already prepared and used the spell he was most familiar with as if instinctively.

"【Avada Kedavra】"

"[Expelliarmus]"

A strong crimson light burst out from Harry's wand, instantly hitting the oncoming green light. The two magic spells met in the air and almost immediately infected each other into a dazzling golden light, and the explosive magic was exchanged. There was turmoil everywhere.

In another dimension that neither the naked eye nor the sense of magic can detect, two wonderful connections connect the souls and bodies of the two people, tightly intertwined, as if they are an inseparable part of each other.

Harry clenched the wand in his hand tightly. It vibrated violently as if it was electrified and was about to come out at any time. Oppositely, Voldemort's pale and slender fingers were also tightly clenching a trembling wand.

The instinct of the wand core overwhelmed the two people's will at this moment, and the majestic magic power in the two people's bodies tilted out uncontrollably, as if they wanted to use all their strength to decide the winner in this confrontation of magic spells, making them Even if you want to withdraw, you can't.

The two wands were connected by a flickering golden thread, and then hundreds of arcs of light burst out from the middle. Lightning-like dazzling brilliance intertwined and gathered around them, forming a dome of golden light network. Trapping Harry and Voldemort in it, keeping the Death Eaters out.

Harry clutched the wand tightly with both hands. The influence of the Cruciatus Curse had not completely faded away. Every muscle, every blood vessel, and every bone in his body was trembling with residual pain. His sluggish head only had one thought. He tried his best to squeeze out the power hidden in every part of his body to compete with Voldemort's power.

The pressure and pain made his brain move slower and slower. In this stalemate, Harry felt some kind of illusion, as if his wand was absorbing something and becoming stronger.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in the surrounding light network, and a lightning-like instant spread to every light filament. A vague and beautiful music sounded in the air, the sound was crisp and slender, and the lingering lingering sound was the song of the Phoenix. .

Accompanied by the phoenix song that represents hope, Voldemort's wand suddenly trembled like a scream, and streams of gray smoke emerged from his wand. The gray smoke separated from the wand and condensed together in the shield surrounded by the light network. The first gray smoke that emerged turned into a severed hand and dissipated, and the gray smoke behind condensed into shadows of entities, first the head, then the chest and limbs...

Seeing the appearance of this person, Voldemort inside the light net and little Barty outside showed horrified expressions at the same time!

Barty Crouch, he was still wearing the neat suit that he had still worn on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, and his meticulously combed short gray hair was a little messy because of exhaustion.

"Hold on, Harry." His voice came from a very far away place, with a bumpy echo. He glanced outside the aperture, tears looming, but his tone remained calm, "Hold on, don't let go!"