I swung a sword at Hogwarts

She couldn't bear it for a moment and asked, "How did you survive?"

Reaching out to touch the nail on her face, Narcissa couldn't even believe that this was her sister.

Although she was once crazy, Bellatrix was a beauty before, not the monster she is now.

"Resentment is the driving force of my survival." Bellatrix seemed to be immersed in the land of gentleness.

She leaned against her sister and recounted this time.

Voldemort used a very ancient form of dark magic to heal Bellatrix, albeit one that allowed the person to survive.

But he gradually became less like a human.

Voldemort went to settle accounts with those who betrayed him.

Voldemort, whose soul returned, seemed to have regained his intelligence. He lay dormant and contacted those dark creatures.

Originally, the Malfoy family was included in the liquidation.

But Narcissa used the flying cicada that belonged only to the Black sisters to send a message, which made Voldemort change his mind.

Perhaps remembering Narcissa's previous contribution in inciting the rebellion of the house-elves in the Black mansion, he gave her a chance.

"Oh, my Sissy, my sister, you won't betray us, will you?"

Bellatrix, looking pitiful, stroked Narcissa's face.

"Bella," Narcissa said, "I have something to tell the Dark Lord."

"About the thing hidden in Hogwarts," Narcissa didn't finish.

Bellatrix's face turned pale and she put her sharp wand against Narcissa's neck.

Bellatrix was like crazy, half crying and half laughing, saying: "Sissy, you have to do something to make me believe you."

"What do you want to do?" Narcissa's fingers curled and clenched around a wand under the table.

Bellatrix said frantically: "I have a mission, you will definitely help me, right, Sissy?"

The sharp tip of the staff pricked Narcissa's skin, and her heart sank.

For her hand, which was grasping the wand, was entangled by a cold, slender green snake.

Narcissa had no choice now.

She slowly let go of her wand, nodded, and said, "I'll help you."

Bellatrix returned to her pitiful self.

...

Chapter 424 Durmstrang’s new principal

night.

The divination bird flew out in the rain.

The puddle formed by rainwater was stepped on by a big foot.

The muddy water splashed onto the man's robe.

But he couldn't care less.

On his thin chin, his goatee was sticking wetly to his neck.

The panicked people ran into the wild woods.

The man was terrified as one figure after another passed by the tree trunk.

"No, don't," lightning flashed across the sky, revealing the man's face.

A tall, thin man with white hair.

His robes were stained, his wand was clenched tightly in his hand, and his face was full of fear.

"Please, please let me go."

Igor Karkaroff.

Headmaster of Durmstrang.

A former Death Eater.

Now he is like a stray dog, being chased outside.

The rain fell on him, making him look extremely miserable.

"Karkaroff."

The delicate voice sounded like calling an old friend.

Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

The night explodes with white light.

Karkaroff was horrified to find three people appearing ten meters away.

They were wearing black coats that blended in with the night, like the god of death reaping lives.

The rain was blocked by the black hat.

After the white light dimmed, Karkaroff attacked in that direction.

The light of the spell flashed across the night sky, blasting a hole in a tree.

But the person from before was not there.

"Who are you?" Karkaroff yelled like a madman.

"We only serve the strong."

"Boom——!"

A bolt of lightning struck a tall tree in the distance, and Karkaroff realized that the sound was not far from him.

He didn't know when he appeared less than two meters in front of him.

Face to face, Karkaroff couldn't believe it.

The light disappeared again along with the lightning.

Instead, there were only three green lights in the night.

After the green light.

"Morsmordre"

There was a Dark Mark hanging in the sky.

When Karkaroff was found, his hands and feet were cold and his body had no vital signs.

There was a line of words engraved on the tree trunk I was leaning against.

"This is the consequence of betrayal. Those who oppose me, be afraid."

The rough old hands stroked the tree trunk, and the old man with a broom beard frowned.

"It's him," the old man said with disbelief in his eyes, "Voldemort, he appears here."

The Auror looked solemn as he searched the surroundings for any traces.

The old man looked at the man standing behind the Auror and asked, "Mr. Edgar, your family knows the most about the dark arts."

The prejudiced words could not shake Ludwig's calmness. He walked over and checked Karkaroff's body.

"Avada Kedavra." Ludwigi said the conclusion that frightened the old man, "Yale Fan, there are signs of pursuit, he is not alone."

Yale Fan is the old man's name.

Yale Fan grabbed his beard irritably, "This is impossible. He is left alone."

"There's a crazy woman beside him," Ludwig said without changing his expression, "We all saw Karkaroff's fear some time ago."

"Yes I know."

Even if you want to deny it, the facts are before you.

Even if Yale Fan is unwilling to accept it, he needs to understand one thing.

The Dark Lord might be nearby.

An owl flew down from the sky. Ludwig took it and was about to open it when Yale Fan snatched it away roughly.

"Principal Durmstrang?" Yale Fan's eyes widened. "When did this happen?"

"The headmaster of Durmstrang has abandoned the school and run away," Ludwig explained in a good-natured manner, "and the school board has invited me."

"They actually let you go," Yale Fan's eyes widened as his broom beard flew up, "This is an irresponsible behavior. The evil Edgar shouldn't be standing in that position!"

“You can talk to the school board about that.”

Ludwig's expression darkened, "Now it's time to return my things to me."

Yale Fan panted hard, but finally handed the thing back.

"I'll talk to them."

He uttered a threat and left with the Aurors and Karkaroff's body.

Ludwig looked at the letter in his hand and said to himself inexplicably: "The divine power is great."

After taking a deep look at the words engraved on the tree trunk, he turned and left.

...

"The former headmaster of Durmstrang has died, and He Who Must Not Be Named has taken action"

Newspapers flew into thousands of homes in the wizarding world.

The newspaper delivery owl was flying over Privet Drive, and was about to deliver the newspaper.

A snowy owl descended from the sky and kicked the owl away, then snatched the newspaper.

John saw Basil flying over with the newspaper and was used to his bossy behavior.

He was drinking Mrs. Wick's hand-ground coffee while reading the newspaper.

Watson, wearing a tie, asked his self-resembling wizard chess king in front of the mirror, "How about this?"

"Very handsome," the Wizard Chess King gave a thumbs-up. "I hope the girls on the street won't be stunned by his handsomeness."

Wearing a red checkered tie, Watson came to the table to eat.

He was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand. If conditions had not allowed, he would have wanted to buy an owl.

These newspapers are much more interesting than the Muggle ones.

"Who is that Igor Karkaroff?" Watson asked like a curious baby, "and what are Death Eaters?"

John took a bite of his sandwich and said in a way that Watson could understand, "He was a school principal who had joined a terrorist organization before. He was killed by the terrorist organization in revenge for betraying his boss."

"There are terrorists in the magical world?" Watson was amazed.

He saw how popular "I Swing a Great Sword at Hogwarts" was, so he asked John to buy a set for him when he bought the textbooks.

John answered casually. The way the father and son get along with each other is amazing.

Mrs. Wick looked at her husband and son with amusement, then looked up at the clock and reminded him, "It's almost time."

When Watson saw that there were still ten minutes left, he hurriedly stuffed the food into his mouth and took a sip of milk to swallow it.

"I'm sorry, the hotel has been in trouble recently, so I can't accompany you to go shopping." Watson walked to his wife and stayed with her for a while, then hurried away.

John looked at his mother, Mrs. Wick, whose blushing face resembled a young girl in love, and silently pulled the newspaper higher to hide his somewhat broken expression.

Watson suddenly had an idea and wanted to go buy teaching materials with his son.

But at this critical juncture, some problems arose in the hotel and he had to go and solve them personally, so he had to promise to send John to school.

After breakfast, John got into the car driven by Mrs. Wick.

In fact, he could teleport there directly, but he just thought of it as accompanying Mrs. Wick to relax.

Looking at the dripping rain outside the window, some thoughts flashed through John's eyes.