Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

Chapter 177 Voldemort Returns from the Dead

Seeing the completely crazy woman in front of him, Mr. Russell, who was kneeling on the knees, laughed disdainfully. He wanted to force himself to stand upright, but was killed by Barty Crouch Jr. and the werewolf beside him. hold down.

Seeing that his efforts to stand up straight could not be achieved, Mr. Russell had no choice but to look at the crazy woman in front of him with his own eyes, and said in an extremely disdainful tone.

"Traitor, how can there be betrayal without loyalty, I have never been loyal to Voldemort, I am only loyal to my family, my surname, and that damned interest."

"Don't you understand why I rely on you? I just want to use you so that I can charge a higher price to that Mr. Dumbledore."

"And you are just using my surname and the reputation of the Rochelle family in the entire UK and European magic circles to achieve goals that you cannot achieve."

After saying this, Mr. Russell scanned all the people present with his own eyes, looking at those old friends or familiar faces, they all looked like they were dying of fear at the moment.

Mr. Russell felt a little disappointed at first, and then felt very relieved. He lowered his head and continued to speak slowly.

"Look at what you have done now, and what the once prosperous British wizarding world has become."

"How many tragedies have been caused by your unprovoked killings? Although I don't have much sympathy for those who died, I still think your methods are cruel and stupid."

"Look around you, this is the result you want, this is the so-called wizard supremacy, a group of corrupt people, followed by a group of despicable people, meeting in a dark place."

"No wonder that Mr. Dumbledore hasn't looked at you until now. You are too stupid and low-level."

After venting all the anger in his heart, Mr. Russell didn't say anything anymore. He had been walking alone since a month ago and had no contact with anyone.

In my own memory, I have never had any inappropriate communication with anyone, and I bought enough potion from France to kill Voldemort, and finally took out the family's ancestral sword. All the preparations were for this moment.

Seeing that the purple-black object in the center of the sword had been completely absorbed, and the distorted object in front of him was no longer wriggling, Mr. Russell finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

In his past seventy years of life, he never imagined that he would do such a thing, and he was always described as a complete cold-blooded animal by the people around him.

Even the family members who are closest to their blood will hide in their room after dinner every day and scold themselves for being ruthless and cruel.

Until this moment, Mr. Russell finally became himself, a simple boy with a sense of justice.

"Steel clang!!"

But just as Mr. Russell was waiting for his own death, the sound of metal falling to the ground reached Mr. Russell's ears.

The sound is so loud and crisp, especially in this silent conference hall.

This sound caused Mr. Russell to immediately open his eyes, and he also focused all eyes on the monster behind the rostrum again.

The twisted lump of flesh began to squirm again after a moment of silence, and the speed of the vibration became faster and faster, until a withered arm stretched out from the place where the crutch sword was pierced.

This is because of the appearance of this arm, the crutch sword that had been pierced into the body of the meat before breaking free from the pile of meat.

Accompanied by the appearance of that arm, there was a long sigh, and a thin man with a distorted face and no nose, like a snake, appeared before everyone's eyes.

The other party caressed the top of his bare head, as if there was long hair on the top of the head, and there were no pupils in the opened eyes, only a misty snow-white.

"Guru!!"

Accompanied by the man's return from the dead, everyone in the audience could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, although they had long known that Cornelius Fudge in front of them was Voldemort.

But seeing the other party really come back to life and stand in front of everyone, it still makes people feel a chilling feeling.

As for Mr. Russell in front of Voldemort, he just felt completely incredible. You must know that the potion applied to the cane and sword was specially ordered by him.

It not only contains the venom of all highly poisonous magical animals known today, but also several of the most vicious poisons that wizards can create.

Only by mixing all the known highly toxic substances together and fusing them through extremely ingenious techniques can the toxin that absolutely kills all living things be produced.

Obviously all the toxins had been absorbed by that body, why was Voldemort able to be resurrected, and looking at the other party's state, it seemed that he was not affected at all.

"Respected master!!"

Completely different from the fear of other people present, several Death Eaters who had been decapitated by Bella immediately knelt down on one knee and shouted their master in an extremely flattering tone.

At the same time, Bella also took out a strange magic wand from her body. That magic wand was just like the crutch the other party was leaning on, and its shape was exactly like a pale bone.

The mad woman held the wand carefully, walked up to Voldemort step by step, then knelt down on one knee, held the wand above her head with both hands, and said flatteringly to Voldemort in front of her.

"The great master, the eternal and immortal Dark Lord, now return your wand to you, and may all wizards submit to your feet."

"The Eternal Immortal Dark Lord!!"

"The Eternal Immortal Dark Lord!!"

After Bella uttered this rainbow fart, the other Death Eaters at the scene immediately yelled, and as they yelled, everyone else couldn't help but yelled slogans.

For a moment, the slogan of "Eternal and Immortal Dark Lord" echoed constantly in this most sacred place of judgment of the British Ministry of Magic.

But at this time, the Dark Lord did not take his wand. He completely pulled out from the twisted body, put on the iconic black robe, and walked barefoot to the rostrum step by step. .

Then he bent down and picked up the crutch sword that was still stuck in his body just now, and with his dry left hand with long nails, he gently stroked the moonlight-like blade of the sword.

Finally, under Mr. Russell's surprised gaze, Voldemort licked the groove in the middle of the blade with his tongue, filled all the remaining purple-black substance into his mouth, and then closed his eyes to pretend to enjoy it.

It seemed that he was tasting some peerless delicacies. After tasting for a while, Voldemort opened his eyes and said plainly,

"A combination like a genius, no one can escape from this poison, but if you know it in advance, you can concoct the corresponding antidote."

"I am right, Mr. Russell Rozier, and my faithful servant, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour."