Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 228

Chapter 228

The black delicate dress outlines a slim figure with bumps and convexities, and the long black hair is permed into big curls, casually scattered on the shoulders that look extremely fair without seeing the sun.

A string of soft white pearl necklaces passed through the delicate collarbone, encircling the slender swan neck lightly, and her slender black high-heeled shoes made a series of unhurried and crisp sounds, covering the eyes of the people around her. footsteps.

Perhaps the imprisonment in Azkaban made her weak, and the dementors could not drive her into madness, but her magic power was weakened by being with this inhuman creature for a long time, and although a few months of cultivation could make her escape The collapsed emaciated state, but the magic power has not yet recovered.

But not important.

At least for now, it doesn't matter, she just needs to be as beautiful as a flower, holding the hand of her lover, to enjoy the beauty that she once longed for but can't describe or touch.

Bellatrix tightened her arms, and she smiled dreamily and leaned her head gently on the broad shoulder beside her.

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"Ok?"

The handsome man in her arms waved his magic wand. After they broke into a luxury villa like a walk, the unexplained male owner just appeared in their field of vision when he was struck by a beam of miserable green light. Falling to the ground, the man seemed to have crushed a bug, he didn't care at all,

"What's wrong Bella?"

The revived Voldemort is not an ugly noseless monster, maybe the torn soul looks that ugly, but the body that accommodates this soul is shaped by Bella, based on the Dark Lord she saw in her memory. restored.

Although Bella was not only completely impressed by Voldemort's handsome and stalwart appearance at the time, she followed him wholeheartedly; the two of them's enthusiasm for black magic and admiration for pure bloodism were also an extremely important reason. , but why reject a look that has not changed from what you see in your memory?

"I'm just a little bit unbelievable that I'm still a little bit."

Bellatrix looked up and met those bright eyes, it seemed that the distorted pupils with an inexplicable flicker poked Bella's XP, she tightened her legs slightly, "I dare not Believe that this actually happened.”

A scream interrupted Bella's babbling love story. The hostess here saw the man who fell to the ground. She just saw that miserable green light. Although she didn't know what it was, it was definitely not Something that brings happiness.

"Avada Kedavra."

The disturbed Bellatrix pointed at the woman angrily, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

"Noisy is like pigs." She spat disdainfully, "Muggles should stay where they should be."

"We'll see that day soon, right!"

Bella hooked Voldemort's neck, and stared affectionately at the handsome, perfect Dark Lord as he remembered with those shining eyes.

"Of course, yes, of course."

Voldemort nodded, and he gave a doting smile.

"As long as you want it, then no one can stop me."

"I'm going to clean up England, it won't take long."

"Those who betray and betray me will be punished most harshly, while those who follow me wholeheartedly will be treated like heroes."

"Just like now, just like you, Bella."

The Dark Lord raised the corners of his mouth, showing a charming smile that made Bella hold her heart and almost suffocate.

"What do you want now?"

What responded to him was a pair of fiery red lips, amidst a burst of wanton laughter, this luxurious mansion where no one else lived was filled with joy.

Just when heavy panting and mellow echoes were intertwined, Sirius filled the last handful of soil in a sun-drenched valley.

This is the most beautiful place in the back garden of the castle built by Sirius. Green trees and flowers surround this gorgeous valley. You can also see the castle not far away and the lake in front of the castle.

A few lines of words are engraved on a simple tombstone:

'Reculus Arcturus Black'

'The warrior who guarded the glory of the true pure blood with his life, the true inheritor of the ancient and noble Black family. '

"May your bravery, justice, kindness, erudition, and perseverance be passed down forever."

Sirius put his first-class Merlin Medal in front of the tombstone. In his heart, this medal should be given to his younger brother.

He is not a cowardly and stupid idiot, but a warrior who has deceived everyone and chose to die in obscurity.

"Go back, let me be alone for a while, just for a while."

Seeing Sirius sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, they quietly left according to his wishes, and the flame of the phoenix ignited again, bringing them back to Hogwarts castle.

"What are your plans now, Professor?"

A few people with heavy hearts sat on the chairs beside the round table. This heavyness came from Regulus' unknown contribution and Voldemort who had been resurrected by Bellatrix.

A fearsome Dark Lord who may have been erased of his last shortcoming and can feel the power of love.

People can never guess what a terrible price a person who knows what love is, understands what love is, and feels what love is, will pay for the person he loves, and what terrible power he will exert.

The power of this kind of emotion is multiplied in the magical world. This kind of thing that is more vague and unpredictable can explode with shocking power when necessary.

Just like what Lily Potter did, she bounced back the unstoppable, soul-pointing death curse, the most evil of the three unforgivable curses, Avada Kedavra, and the bounced spell even surpassed the power of the original magic , completely destroyed Voldemort's physical body. If there were no Horcruxes, perhaps at that time, Voldemort would have been completely wiped out of any trace.

Dumbledore tapped on the table, and he fell into a long silence.

In fact, before he came back, he had already thought deeply about this question.

"Perhaps because of Bellatrix, Voldemort will understand what love is, and be made up for the last fatal flaw, but there are some things that he will not change."

"A habitual murderer has a family and understands love, but it doesn't mean he won't kill in the future, especially his family members are actually executioners and butchers with blood on their hands and disregarding life."

"It just makes them worse."

Dumbledore looked up, and he seemed to have cleared his mind.

"I don't think we should have to wait too long."

"Tom is not a very patient person, and neither is Bellatrix, especially after having power, Tom has always been very fast in doing things."

"Remember what we saw in memory? The first day we quarreled, and the second day the rabbit hanged to death."

"Short-sighted and impatient." Ron nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right." Dumbledore's expression became a little more relaxed, "Although it is a bit frustrating to say it, the fact that we have to admit is that we can only wait passively now."

"But it's not impossible to do anything, at least some preparations can start now."

"I have set up traps at the entrances of the school leading to the outside world. Teacher LeMay personally made them. Although we haven't found any trace of Peter Pettigrew, it cannot be ruled out that he is also by Bellatrix's side."

Ron told Dumbledore about his arrangement.

"The makers of the Marauder's Map are the four of them, but I really hope that Tom will come in through some 'undetected' secret passages."

"The biggest opening to the outside world of Hogwarts is actually not in the secret passage, but in the Forbidden Forest, which is the most undefended open door of the school, and the magical creatures inside can't stop Tom."

"I think so, but the magic arranged by successive principals can be used as an alarm."

"I'll let Hagrid move to the Dragon Farm. The Dragon Farm is connected to the magic of Hogwarts and can protect his safety."

"Remember? There will be no real murders in Hogwarts. As long as Hogwarts is not destroyed, then this magic will always be in effect. No one can break it, at least not Voldemort."

"It means that I can go up against Avada Kedavra and knock Voldemort unconscious with a punch, then catch and kill him?"

"But he will find out. He will definitely find out when the first Kedavin misses due to some force majeure."

Dumbledore shook his head. Ron's words were very tempting. However, Voldemort would not be a fool. On the contrary, his extraordinary talent in magic made him only inferior to Dumbledore.

"Even after stepping into the confines of Hogwarts, he may be aware of the iron law that hangs over Hogwarts. Magic will always leave traces, and it cannot be hidden from people who observe carefully."

"Okay, I think you should go back to dinner now, you're hungry after a busy day, we need to pay attention to Tom's business, but it's okay, I'm at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's confident smile carried a special aura that could not be denied, and this indescribable subtle feeling made both Ron and Neville feel relieved.

After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, they tacitly took out the sun badge, and then the sun knights who packed a lot of food met again in the Room of Requirement.

"Portkeys, alchemy shield stickers, you all take care of these, this Christmas group trip may be in vain, Voldemort was resurrected by Bellatrix"

Ron succinctly explained what he and Neville had experienced before, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little dignified.

"We don't know when Voldemort will come, so in the days ahead, we need to be more vigilant."

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Christmas was getting closer and closer, Ron chose to stay in school this time, and Nicole May sent him a lot of useful things, such as the long-awaited dragon hunting sword and gun.

This large killer forged from Sorcerer stone fragments and magic metal was strengthened again by Nicolas May. While studying the Colossus, Nicolas May had a new understanding of alchemy. This also changed the [-]-meter sword and gun from [-] kilograms to [-] tons.

After installing this new plug-in, Ron's wand even grew an inch longer. It would not have that terrible weight without transformation, but once the transformation is completed, it does not use the power of the mount, or perform a complete dragon wand. Ron couldn't even lift this outrageous thing.

Rather than saying that it is a weapon used by humans, it is better to say that this is a weapon designed for alchemy mechs. It is not that the giants cannot lift it at all, and Hagrid can't even swing it for an hour or two.

Yes, after the arrival of the goods, the curious Hagrid tried this big thing. He took the dragon hunting sword and gun and chopped down more than a dozen magical giant trees with two or three people hugging each other. , but according to his description, this thing is not as good as his felling ax with big wheels. The only advantage is that it will not break the blade and is strong enough.

While they were discussing the matter of returning home for Christmas, Dumbledore in the principal's office pointed his temple with a finger, leaned his elbow on the table, and stared down at a piece of parchment.

Since the resurrection of Voldemort was confirmed a few days ago, Dumbledore has used many of his informants. Although the Order of the Phoenix he established was temporarily disbanded, its members are still scattered throughout the wizarding world, and they have their own jobs. , went deep into various places in England's magical world.

The parchment in their hands is the intelligence news they sent back in the past few days.

A message about werewolves.

"Fenrir, I'm back."

Looking at the person in front of him who was no different from the Dark Lord he had seen ten years ago... no, it should be the person he saw earlier, Fenrir Greyback tried hard to calm his mind.

"An interesting liar?" Obviously his efforts failed, Fenrir licked his yellowed and blackened teeth, and some unknown dirt remained on his messy beard, exuding an unpleasant smell of corruption .

"Maybe we can have extra meals today." He who loves human flesh and blood showed a greedy smile. After the downfall of Voldemort, the life of werewolves was not very good. They hid in the deep mountains and old forests, but they are rarely seen. There are very few people who come to die, even Muggles.

Looking at the werewolves slowly approaching from nearby, Voldemort's eyes showed a trace of disdain and contempt, but his expression was very calm, or peaceful, a look of treating everyone equally.

"I promised you to live under the sun, so now is the time."

"I'm back, even though it's been 13 years."

"My loyal followers have found me, and I will take back everything that should belong to me with my own hands. The accident 13 years ago cannot stop me again, and I am back."

Voldemort opened his hands. It wasn't these foul-smelling, disheveled werewolves he wanted to embrace. Under the moonlight, he seemed to embrace the darkness around him.

A green light shot out from the shadows without warning, and easily killed a werewolf who had approached Voldemort. The man walked gracefully with a smile that made chills creep down the back. Bellatrix's Appeared, awakening Fenrir's dusty memory.

"Oh it's you."

The leader of the werewolf didn't care that his subordinates were killed for no reason like this.

"You did it, right?" The expression on Fenrir's face became weird and distorted.

"You escaped from Azkaban because of this"

"You actually did it?"

"Of course." Bella took Voldemort's hand, with obvious disgust on her face, she hated this dirty bastard, but if Voldemort needed it. Bella leaned her head on Voldemort's shoulder intoxicated up, looking up into his eyes, "Of course I did, so now it's time for us to take everything back."

"What should I do?"

Fenrir, who had a greedy smile on his face, seemed to recall the happy moment when he followed Voldemort and could enjoy the pleasure of flesh and blood. Although werewolves were not very popular with other Death Eaters, they lived at that time. The day is more comfortable than ever.

Even if Voldemort didn't fully fulfill what he promised at the time: to live in the sun, if he could return to the days at that time, why hesitate?

It can never be worse than it is now.

"Do what you've always wanted to do and announce my return."

"Simple, right?"

The words that sounded light and light seemed to be soaked in blood. Fenrir, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head as he did more than ten years ago, but after he raised his head again, a trace of greed that had been accumulated for a long time and had never been released by the catharsis killed him. The intention came out quietly.

The werewolves caught by his gaze lowered their heads not daring to look at them, and the long howls of wolves echoed in the deep forest shrouded in moonlight, creating an uncomfortable and noisy ripple.

(End of this chapter)