Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

In the southeast of England, it is remote and most towns are sparsely populated, mostly based on traditional agriculture.

In this highly industrialized country, most of the people who can still stay in the town are the elderly who have lived here since their ancestors.

Little Hangleton is such a village. The villagers here have lived here for three or five generations, and the neighbors are very familiar with each other. Young children can often hear the elderly tell the strange things that happened in the village.

The story of Riddle House is one of them, and it has been popular for a long time.

When the old people have no other topics, they will bring up the story here. There are various versions, but the beginning is the same-fifty years ago, Riddle House was still a wealthy family in the village. The owner who lived here was a farmer with many fields and pastures. He had a charming wife and a handsome son.

At dawn on a clear summer day, a maid walked into the living room and found that the three members of the Riddle family had died.

The maid screamed as she ran down the hill and returned to the village, shouting:

"They are all lying down, their eyes wide open, their bodies cold, and they are still wearing their dinner clothes!"

In the end, the police were alarmed, but they still did not find any results. The villagers were not sad, but secretly happy.

The Riddle family was not very popular. The old Riddle couple were violent and violent, and their son was even worse. They were hated by everyone.

After their death, the Hanged Man Tavern in the village was booming, and people from all over the village came to discuss the murder case - it must be a murder. Such a bad person must have offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

Until now, except for a gardener Frank who still lived in a cabin next to the Riddle House, few villagers climbed up the hill.

Tonight, a dim fire was heard from the Riddle House.

"Master - is this temperature appropriate?"

"Barty, I have said it many times, I am not really a baby." A sharp and thin voice came from the house.

"Sorry, Master, I just want to make you more comfortable, do you want some more milk?"

In the shabby living room, the firewood in the fireplace crackled, and an old-fashioned sofa chair was placed not far away. Little Barty Crouch was holding a bottle respectfully.

On the sofa, there was an extremely ugly baby, who looked about one year old, with pale and strange green skin.

"Put it aside, we have eaten enough tonight."

After hearing this, little Barty put down the bottle and squatted down so that the 890 baby - that is, Vol 890 Demon could see his face better.

"Why hasn't Peter come back yet? This useless bastard can't even do a little thing."

Just as Voldemort was complaining, Peter Pettigrew came back. He was not alone, but accompanied by a woman in her forties with a dull look in her eyes.

"Master, I got the newspaper you asked for. ”

“Why did you take so long?” Little Barty asked for his master.

“Today is a big day, the World Cup final, people have left their homes, Jorkins and I went to several places to get the newspaper.”

“Boring trick.” Voldemort said coldly: “The wizards have completely wasted their abilities and immersed themselves in this meaningless beast fighting game. What is the difference between those Quidditch players and the beasts in the Colosseum?”

Peter Pettigrew muttered twice, but finally did not say it.

“Read it, Peter. "Voldemort said lazily.

He had to rely on the news in the Daily Prophet to understand what happened in the wizarding world.

This was also the reason why Bertha Jorkins could survive until now. The identities of the people here were not clean. It was Peter Pettigrew who suggested to keep her and control her with the Imperius Curse to help them buy some things.

"The genius Krum is powerless to turn the tide, Ireland regains the championship after 32 years" Peter Pettigrew read the title in a shrill voice.

"Skip this damn Quidditch and find the key points!" Voldemort scolded dissatisfiedly.

Peter Pettigrew paused and opened the newspaper, "The noble boy from Muggles has stood at the top of the world, and the close relationship between Wayne Lawrence and Minister of Magic Fudge..."

Reading this, Peter Pettigrew suddenly trembled all over. It was Snape who tortured him, but the terrifying whip was taken out by Wayne!

"Ah! "

What Peter didn't expect was that someone was more intense than him. Little Barty suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, shaking all over.

Even Voldemort was stunned for a few seconds: "Battie, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, I don't know either." Barty's body was still trembling, "I, I feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable when I hear this name."

"But I don't know him at all!"

"Stand up!" Voldemort shouted, but only the sharpness came out of a baby's mouth. Little Barty barely stood up.

"In more than ten years, have you become afraid of hearing other people's names?"

"Master, I don't..." Little Barty hurriedly defended. "I don't know this person at all. I haven't even heard of him before. ”

He didn’t look like he was lying. Voldemort’s anger temporarily dissipated half, but only half.

The remaining half, he was targeting Lawrence.

That somewhat... no, very talented mudblood, ruined his plan two years ago - or twice!

“Peter, you said he is very powerful now, right?”

“Yes, Master.” Peter lowered his head and said meekly: “Lawrence defeated Sirius and Snape with a single spell. He is simply the next Dumbledore.”

When mentioning Snape, the dwarfPettigrew was still gritting his teeth.

After calming down a little, Voldemort said softly: "Since you hate this name as much as I do, just kill him."

"But... this is not something you two can do. I must do it myself."

Voldemort would not deny Wayne's talent and strength. After all, there would never be another little wizard in the world who could beat him and Quirrell like dogs in the first grade.

But he still had confidence that as long as he was resurrected and restored to his full strength, he could easily kill Lawrence.

Voldemort closed his eyes: "Put away your hostility towards Snape. He should hate you. Because of you, I went to find Harry Potter. Everything I promised him disappeared, which just proved his loyalty."

"Yes, Master." Pettigrew said weakly.

"Let Wayne Lawrence and Harry Potter live for a while. When I have a body, I will make these two names disappear from the world."

"Barty, have you figured out Moody's movements?"

"Master, Peter Pettigrew and I will attack together. We are 70% sure that we can subdue him. He is too old now and his injuries are very serious."

"70% is not enough. Take Urobos with you. It will help you."

The two of them answered in unison.

Hiss~hiss!

A giant snake came out of the crack in the door. It was at least twelve feet long. When the giant snake came in, Peter Pettigrew and little Barty closed their eyes subconsciously.

"Don't be afraid... Barty, Peter..." Voldemort sneered contemptuously: "Urobos is not yet an adult. Even if you look at it, you will only be petrified for a while."

The giant snake ignored the two, crawled to the sofa, and put its head next to the baby.

Ouroboros, also known as Ouroboros, is the immortal snake in Western mythology, also called Ouroboros, symbolizing infinity.

This name was given to the basilisk hatched by Voldemort after careful consideration, and it contains his ambition.

He wants to be immortal like the Ouroboros in mythology!

.....

The camp of the World Cup.

Wayne realized that the warning magic at the door was alarmed, and instantly jumped up from Qiu's bed.

Putting on his coat, he pushed open the door and walked to the door of the tent. Screams broke out in the distance, and flames shot up into the sky.

The silent barrier also disappeared, and chaotic sounds came in. Soon, all the girls were awakened and could not figure out the situation.

"What happened?" Hermione asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Riot." Wayne said in a deep voice.

Hermione suddenly woke up. She walked out of the tent and saw a large number of people running towards the woods in the distance. The screams and drunken shouts in the distance could be heard from a mile away.

On the other side, Mr. Weasley also ran out in a hurry, even his clothes wereThey were not dressed properly, just simply wearing a coat, and you could still see the pajamas inside.

Behind him were Sirius, Mr. Diggory, and three adult Weasleys.

Seeing Wayne and the others come out, Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief: "I was going to call you, something is wrong."

"Sirius, take everyone and follow the crowd, let's go see what's going on."

"I'll go too." Sirius had already taken out his wand.

"No, the children's safety is more important." Mr. Weasley frowned.

Just when the two were about to argue, Wayne frowned and said, "Now is not the time to quarrel, let Sirius go, everyone else come to my tent, Gardevoir."

The air made a bang, and Gardevoir appeared beside Wayne.

"You and Nagini are responsible for protecting the tent. No one can get close. Remember, no one."

"Sana!" Gardevoir nodded seriously, and a ball of blue light suddenly burst out from her body. Everyone put their hands in front of their eyes to block the dazzling light. When she appeared again, the white gauze skirt had turned black, and her body exuded a frightening pressure.

The normal strength of Gardevoir now is almost the same as that of a professor at the dean level. After mega evolution, it is even more powerful and can last for a long time.

"Just wait here for me to come back." Wayne said to the girls behind him, holding his wand and rushing towards the direction of the fire against the crowd.

After my twins and others came over, Nagini raised her wand high, and the weeds on the ground suddenly grew wildly, turning into giant snakes, surrounding their camp. Passers-by nearby avoided it and stayed away from the camp.

Ron's face turned pale. What he feared most was spiders, and then snakes.

He dared to bet all his private money that this gentle-looking oriental woman must have graduated from Slytherin College!

........

On the other side, Mr. Weasley went to help the Ministry of Magic maintain order, and the staff of the Ministry rushed to the scene of the accident from all directions.

Wayne was separated from them halfway through the journey. He saw many Hufflepuff classmates and directed them to the grove near their camp.

The marchers' team continued to grow. At first, there were only dozens of hooded wizards. They were well-trained and premeditated. They put on masks in advance. Every time they arrived at a camp, they began to wreak havoc and set fire to the surrounding tents and everything that could burn.

Later, more and more people joined in, and the reason for joining was also very simple - to vent.

British football hooligans are famous all over the world. Even if other countries in Europe are better than Britain, they are not much better.

The same is true for Quidditch fans in the wizarding world. They destroy things for no reason, just to vent the frustration of losing, the joy of winning, or even just to satisfy their despicable desires.

All along the way,The crowd of rioters quickly snowballed to several hundred people. These people did not know each other, but it did not matter. They enjoyed the pleasure of being feared by others.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic tried desperately to rush in and approach the hooded wizards in the middle, but encountered great difficulties. They did not dare to cast magic because the wizards in the middle had hostages - the Roberts family, the administrators of the camp.

In the core area, a masked man suddenly said in a cold voice: "Go in that direction, the camp over there is still intact!"

Another masked man looked up, glanced at the direction he pointed, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Douglas, what do you want to do?"

"Lucius, you are still so timid. We have all hidden our identities. There are so many people. We should teach that damn mudblood a lesson."

"Hundreds of people against dozens of people, the advantage is mine!"

The first masked man grinned and said: "Wayne Lawrence almost bankrupted the Flint family. Now it's time to collect interest."

His true identity is also obvious. He is the patriarch of the Flint family, the father of Marcus Flint, Douglas Flint.

Among all the pure-blood families, the one with the deepest grudge against Wayne is this family and the Parkinson family.

Under his deliberate guidance, the team turned a slight arc, deviated in direction, and headed towards the camp near the grove.

Lucius Malfoy thought for a while, and remembered some things Draco had told him. In the end, he gritted his teeth and gradually fell behind while no one was paying attention, and finally disappeared completely in the night.

The children were crying, the adults were anxious, and the shouts and cries for help echoed in the cold night sky.

Wayne's face became colder and colder as he walked. He saw a wizard pointing his wand at a mother and daughter, laughing wildly.

Bang!

The boy raised his hand and cast a spell, hitting the wizard. The huge impact force directly threw him into the darkness, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The girl stopped crying and looked at the good-looking big brother squatting in front of her with her big eyes.

"Hold your mother's hand tightly, don't get lost."

Wayne rubbed the little girl's head, and then took off into the air as her mother kept thanking him.

He passed through the crowd and finally found the core of the troublemakers.

Above the heads of the hooded and masked figures, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various weird shapes.

The more they screamed, the more excited the hooded people below became.

There was no warmth in Wayne's eyes, and he looked at the hooded people below coldly.

With the flames rising into the sky, the hooded people and the nearby troublemakers also saw the figures in the sky.

They squinted their eyes and rubbed their bodies uncomfortably. Although they were surrounded by flames, they felt a little cold.

Finally, the figures in the sky were getting closer and closer, and they could see clearly that it wasA teenager.

Douglas Flint's breathing became heavy.

He was going to find Wayne, but he didn't expect this kid to come to him.

No wonder he could fly, it seems that he took his flying potion.

Wayne spoke, his voice was very calm, as if he was greeting a passerby.

"You are so old, but you still like to play with fire."

"In that case...then add me, don't play so petty."

The boy lowered his head indifferently, as if he was a god looking down at ants, and said softly:

"God of Fire, open the way."

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It must be a big wave, please give me a monthly ticket, please give me data! .