Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

"You mean, let me submit to them?" A hoarse voice came from a simple bed.

Bella crawled on the bedside. After hearing Voldemort's unhappy tone, she hurriedly explained in a low voice: "It's not like that. This is not what I said, Master. This is what the people who saved us said."

"Do you know who they are?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, Master. I only know that the person who came to find me is really...very powerful..." Bella still shuddered when she thought of the scene of facing the red cloak that day.

Voldemort was silent. He knew Bella very well. He knew that Bella was a crazy woman. No one except himself could control her.

Even Dumbledore couldn't do it, but that person could control her...that is to say, that person's ability should not be underestimated.

However, if you don't have the skills, how can you easily incite the Dementors to riot and then calmly rescue the prisoners of Azkaban?

"Show me the ring." Voldemort stretched out a small and deformed hand.

During this time, Bella and Rodolphus used black magic and potions to temporarily create a weak body for Voldemort.

However, although this body is weak, it is much better than the previous body possessed by the snake.

Every moment, he felt that his strength was slowly recovering, and at the same time, his confidence was gradually recovering.

Bella handed over a ring left by the red cloak. The ring was originally next to the line of handwriting that wrote Voldemort's traces.

The message left by the red cloak said that if Voldemort surrendered to him, he should wear this ring.

Voldemort looked at the ring in his hand, and a trace of anger flashed in his slender eyes.

"He dared to enslave my soul!" Voldemort roared angrily.

Bella was almost scared to death by Voldemort's words, "That ring...that ring...as long as you wear it, your soul will be enslaved?"

"Hehe..." Voldemort laughed in anger and threw the ring to the ground.

"It has always been others who surrendered to me, and no one has ever dared to make me surrender!" Voldemort said coldly: "I must be resurrected as soon as possible!"

Although that person made him surrender, which made him very angry, but that person was indeed powerful.

So, he must regain his power as soon as possible! Otherwise, he is a fish lying on someone else's chopping board! Let others slaughter him!

Voldemort is still very confident in his own strength. After all, in the era when he was rampant, only Dumbledore, the old dog, could fight him.

Next, if he is resurrected completely according to his idea, he will definitely be more powerful than before!

After more than ten years of frustration, he was resurrected in one day! Voldemort himself felt that he was terribly strong now! His wand was already thirsty!

"Master, what should we do now?What should I do? Should I contact my former companions? "

"No! I can't contact anyone before I regain my strength! In addition to the guy who rescued you, I feel that there is another group of people who want to kill me. So, don't expose your whereabouts easily!" Voldemort said calmly.

"Another group of people?"

"Don't you remember? That day in the Albanian forest, someone fought near us. If I'm not mistaken, one side is the one who rescued you, and the other side is the one who wants my life."

"Is it Dumbledore?"

"Not Dumbledore, I'm too familiar with his fighting style. It seems that he doesn't have such a resolute and sharp spirit to take people's lives... I felt the overly strong fighting emotions of both sides in that battle. This is a life-and-death fight! Dumbledore would not have such emotions... He is so noble that he can't even kill a chicken... A hypocritical coward! ”

“Why are you so sure that the two people fighting are coming for us? What if we just happened to run into them…” Bella said cautiously.

“How can there be so many coincidences in this world? The person who wants me to surrender thinks that I have some kind of benefit to him, so he will definitely protect us before I can create value for him. Moreover, he knows my whereabouts! In other words, when you were looking for me, he must have been watching you!”

Voldemort analyzed calmly, “Moreover, the timing was really too coincidental… You just found me, and someone was fighting next to you… That kind of movement is enough to prove that the person who came is not an ordinary person.”

“So, there is only one possibility, that is, a third party came to kill me, and the person who rescued you stopped him.”

Bella immediately became nervous, “Then let’s find another place to hide immediately!”

“No need… The red cloak you mentioned will help us block the third party. Because the Red Cloak knows our current whereabouts. He wants to use me, so I can use them too. "Voldemort said calmly.

Although his situation is very passive now, Voldemort is not panicked at all.

Because he doesn't know that his Horcrux has been completely destroyed.

So, he thinks he is still not going to die.

Therefore, even if the third party comes, or the Red Cloak goes back on his word and wants to kill him, he is not afraid at all. At most, he will hide again and wait for a few more years. At that time, he can trick another fool like Quirrell to help him, and he can still make a comeback!

As for the lives of Bella and Rodolphus? Those are things that can be abandoned!

"So, Master, what do we need to do for your resurrection?"

Hearing this, Voldemort immediately became energetic, "First... I want the boy's blood!"

"That boy? Who? ”

“Harry Potter!” Voldemort spat out the name fiercely.

This little kid who hasn't even grown all his hair actually defeated the great Voldemort? What a shame!

Until now, Voldemort can still clearly remember the despair and unwillingness in his heart when his killing curse was rebounded on that night more than ten years ago...

"I need the blood of my enemies." Voldemort said with anger.

"Harry Potter... After we escape from Azkaban, Dumbledore will definitely strengthen Harry Potter's protection. It may be difficult for us to get close..." Bella said hesitantly.

Harry Potter has a great reputation, and his existence represents a great significance.

Therefore, there is never a lack of people secretly protecting him around him. When he was a child, those wizards would take the opportunity to say hello to him, but Harry himself didn't pay attention.

Now that Bella and the others have escaped from prison, there is no reason why Dumbledore will not strengthen Harry Potter's protection.

"Since it's the blood of an enemy, I'll find someone else for you. Resurrection is important first..." Bella said carefully.

Voldemort has too many enemies, so many that anyone in Diagon Alley might have a grudge against Voldemort. This is the safest way to do it.

"No, Bella. I must use Harry Potter's blood. Only in this way can my killing curse work on him! His mother, that stupid girl... accidentally triggered an ancient protective magic, which prevented me from touching him... But I must kill him with my own hands! Otherwise..."

The reason why Voldemort was so obsessed with Harry Potter was actually largely because he was still thinking about the prophecy.

What a coincidence, Harry Potter couldn't even walk at the time, but he was able to defeat him! This made him believe in the prophecy!

So, according to the prophecy, one of him and Harry must fall under the wand of the other!

If he didn't use Harry's blood to revive, even if he defeated Harry, he would definitely repeat the mistakes of more than ten years ago!

Unless, he is willing to wait for a few years until Harry reaches adulthood, and then the ancient protective magic in his blood disappears...

But, not to mention that Voldemort can't wait now, even his current situation forces him to revive as soon as possible! Get back his power!

So, getting Harry Potter's blood has become a task that must be completed in the short term!

Bella gritted her teeth and made up her mind, isn't it Harry Potter? She fought hard!

"Master, what else do you need besides the boy's blood?"

"I also need..."

"Click!" The shabby door was pushed open in an instant, and Rodolphus ran in hurriedly.

"What are you doing!" Bella looked at Rodolphus angrily. This guy actually barged in so rudely and interrupted her most respected master!

"No... No..." Rodolphus was frightened by Bella and trembled, "Outside... There is a skeleton outside for no apparent reason... And... There is also a message..."

Rodolphus looked at Voldemort fearfully, "That is a message for the master..."

The room fell silent for a moment, and after a long time, Voldemort said in a hoarse voice: "Bella, take me to see..."

Bella nodded, stood up quickly, and picked up Voldemort...

At this time, Voldemort looked extremely strange, like a baby covered with venomous snake scales.

In the original book, he used Nagini's venom to make a temporary body for himself.

But now, Voldemort has no Nagini, so he has to use the venom of other venomous snakes instead, so the effect is not that good.

The Voldemort in the original book can already cast spells, but this Voldemort... is still a useless person who can't cast spells...

Soon, Bella carried him out of the living room.

This room is actually a travel tent, which Bella prepared specially when she went out.

Now, they blew up the tent and moved it to a secret place to hide it.

Rodolphus had been on guard outside just now.

So, he said that there was a corpse outside for no reason, and there was an extra message... This is almost impossible.

Rodolphus is also a powerful character. People want to do so many things under his nose, unless he is dead...

But now, this is the fact.

In the living room of the tent, a dark bone lay quietly on the ground, and on the table next to it, a line of words was engraved.

"I know you won't surrender easily. It's okay. I'll wait for you. When you fall into despair, consider whether to wear the ring. By the way, this is your father's body. If I'm not mistaken, you need this to resurrect, right?"

After reading it, Voldemort was silent for a while, and then began to sneer.

However, he immediately ordered: "Rodolphus, keep this body... I really need it when I resurrect..."

Bella felt a little regretful. In his opinion, since the Red Cloak wanted to help his master resurrect, and he was so powerful, why didn't he help get the boy's blood?

In fact, Dracula didn't know Voldemort would be so stubborn... He must use Harry Potter's blood to resurrect. In his opinion, Voldemort could be resurrected almost immediately by finding an enemy to take blood!

Besides, he was already a big help by delivering this body to him before the madman of the Fourth Calamity. And asked him to help take blood? Do you think I, Dracula, look like a nanny? !

"Yes... I'm sorry, Master... I really... I really wasn't distracted. I was watching here the whole time... But... I don't know why, in the blink of an eye, there were these things..." Rodolphus was dumbfounded.

On the one hand, he was afraid that the other party could do this.How could he do so many things under his nose without knowing it? In other words, he could be killed at any time, and he didn't even know what was going on.

On the other hand, he was worried that Voldemort would punish him. No one knew better than him how cruel Voldemort was.

"It's okay, Rodolphus... It's okay... Bella, just give him a little punishment. We still have a lot of things to do next..."

"Yes, Master..." Bella took Voldemort back to the room, turned around and walked out with the wand.

"Bella... Bella... What... What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going to give you a little punishment..."

"No..."

"Crucio!"

"Ah..."

...

Godric's Hollow.

Rebecca ran into Black's room excitedly with the Daily Prophet.

"Brother Black! You are awesome! The newspapers are full of your news!"

Black was studying an address book. After hearing Rebecca's words, he took off his alchemy glasses and took a look at the newspaper.

On the front page of the newspaper, a photo of Black was printed.

The headline read, "The youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts - Black Green!"

Black scratched his head. It seemed that the news that he would be a professor at Hogwarts next semester had leaked out.

Well...looking at the length of this article and the degree of bragging...it seemed that Grindelwald was quite satisfied with the wand.

Black didn't have to guess. It must be that Grindelwald was too excited, and then asked the Daily Prophet to find a reason to praise him...

Coincidentally, Grindelwald knew that he would be a professor next semester. This was an idea that Dumbledore plagiarized from him! So...

"The most outstanding and youngest genius in history..." Rebecca's eyes lit up involuntarily as she read the newspaper.

She didn't have any bad intentions. She was happy when anyone praised Brother Blake!

But, when she said this, Blake felt embarrassed. There was nothing she could do. Rita Skeeter was good at scolding people, and her praise was even more outrageous...

Even a thick-skinned person like Blake couldn't stand it.

"Rebecca, why don't you... stop reading for now."

"No, I have to read!" Rebecca continued to read with great interest, "Because Black Green has made great achievements in alchemy, even the greatest legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel praised his disciple as a better student than his master... Hogwarts changed the alchemy course that was originally available only after the sixth grade to an elective course for the third grade, and the young Black was the professor..."

Black sighed helplessly and let her continue reading.

With this variable, the plot is completely different now.

Originally, he would resign.Professor Lupin, who was once a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, continues to serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Voldemort's curse seems to have failed.

So, the only new professor next semester is me...

Hiss...wait, according to the principle that new professors must get into trouble...will I be the one who gets into trouble next semester?

During this holiday, no one will attack me, lock me up like Moody in the original book, and then impersonate me, right? No way? No way?

Are you sending me a head maliciously? If you dare to send it, I dare to accept it! .