[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 194 A new reunion

An awkward silence fell in the room.

Aberforth was the first to burst into thunderous jeers. Even Harry felt a strange sense of revenge amid his splitting headache.

The tall and thin Dark Lord was silent for a moment, then moved his fingers, and Wormtail's wand flew into his hand. Then he waved his wand, and the steam in the room turned into silky fabric, which was quickly cut into a set of wizard robes by invisible hands and put on his body.

The neatly dressed Dark Lord strode out of the cauldron.

What appeared in front of everyone was a dead man's face that only appeared in nightmares. It seemed like a thin, stiff white human skin with a little bit of softness and activity stretched directly on the skull. superior. The crimson eyes with slit pupils, like cat eyes, shine with an ominous light in the darkness; the nose has only two thin holes; the lips are thin and pale, as if they will twist and spit out vicious curses at any time. His hands were like huge and pale spiders, with slender and pale fingers gently caressing his bony chest, arms and face; then he raised his hands with an expression of concentration and pleasure, flexing back and forth. finger.

"Bones..." he sighed with joy, "Blood..." His sharp nails gently scratched the back of the other hand, watching the bright red blood droplets rolling down, "And the flesh... "

"It's a long-lost feeling..." He said in a cheerful tone, carefully scanning his Horcruxes and the so-called destined enemy one by one, and let out a cold laugh.

"Welcome..." the Dark Lord said to Harry, "Although I seem to have said it once. But obviously, for important figures in the wizarding world, our welcome ceremony might as well be more grand. Harry Potter As a special guest, you come to my rebirth party, it’s really——” He rolled his eyes and looked at this dirty and simple room, “It’s full of brilliance.”

Before Harry could speak, Aberforth lazily interrupted the Dark Lord's speech: "Excuse me, could you tell me your experience of resurrection first? I'm still waiting in line here." His pair of The familiar blue eyes glanced at Harry sharply, "Even considering that the old man is half buried, after all, you spend a lot of time with this young kid."

"I was about to share it with you, Dumbledore." The Dark Lord said in a hypocritically friendly tone, "I feel great. In order not to disturb you and your dear sister's reunion after a long separation, I was about to regretfully tell you Make a request to leave."

"Come on," Aberforth said impatiently, "I don't see what's so great about you, but considering your dignity before, this skeleton body is indeed enough to satisfy you."

"Ah, there is nothing we can do about it." The Dark Lord was surprisingly tolerant. I don't know if it was because he was filled with the joy of resurrection, or because he wanted to watch Albus Dumbledore have fun. Decide to be patient.

"As a benevolent master and a forgiving enemy, I can never plunder all their flesh and blood," he hinted maliciously at Aberforth, "You have also seen the consequences of saving the amount... Maybe you have something better. method."

"After all...girls always care more about their appearance?" The Dark Lord's lips twisted into a vicious expectant smile.

The blond girl on the wall shook her head desperately, but her brother did not look back at her. Instead, he looked at the Dark Lord uncertainly and began to drive away the guests rudely: "You should get out."

The Dark Lord nodded gracefully to Aberforth: "Looking forward to our reunion, Dumbledore. You should know your brother better than I do."

Aberforth sneered back.

"Let's go," the Dark Lord ordered. Nagini hissed the letter and slowly rolled up the two teenagers. The crow grabbed the diary and jumped on the big snake in the independent posture of a golden rooster - Nagini scolded it fiercely for being overweight. Then the Dark Lord waved Wormtail's wand with a hint of disgust -

"Master..." Wormtail, who was not noticed by his master at all, finally took the opportunity and choked out, "Master... you promised... you promised..."

"Ah, and you, of course," the Dark Lord drawled, "my faithful Wormtail, isn't it?"

Before Wormtail could stretch out his bloody severed arm towards his master with the ecstasy of despair, the black smoke emitted from the tip of the wand in Voldemort's hand had already wrapped him in it - after a period of spinning, they appeared in A strange place, in front of a beautiful wrought iron door, behind the door is a dignified mansion that seems to be shrouded in mist.

"Master..." Wormtail was already crying furiously, and the teleportation further aggravated his blood loss.

"Extend your arms," ​​the Dark Lord said.

"Oh, Master...Thank you, Master..." Wormtail timidly raised his bloody broken arm towards his master.

But the Dark Lord sneered again and said, "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please...please..."

"Don't waste our time, okay?" The Dark Lord's eyes flashed with a dangerous red light. Wormtail did not dare to challenge his master's patience anymore, crying and stretching out his left hand.

Voldemort bent down and rolled up Peter's sleeves to his elbows, revealing the bright red tattoo on his skin - a skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth, which was the famous Dark Mark. Voldemort studied it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable sobs.

"It's back," he whispered. "They'll all notice it... Now, we'll see... we'll know..."

With a cruel smile, he pressed his surprisingly long fingers on Wormtail's arm, and said: "Let us ring the doorbell first so that the master here knows that there is a visitor."

Wormtail let out another pitiful wail in response, and Harry felt unbearable pain in his forehead again. If Tom hadn't supported him calmly, he felt that he would have been so weak that he would have rolled on the ground clutching his head. .

The Dark Lord enjoyed Wormtail's painful wails for a while, and then took his fingers away from Wormtail's mark. At this time, the mark on Wormtail's hand had turned pitch black.

"Let's see," he paced back and forth in front of the iron gate, "whether anyone would be stupid enough to choose not to show up?" His fingers rubbed the wand anxiously, as if he was restraining his bloodthirsty desire.

He waited less than a minute.

A handsome man with long platinum hair was already wrapped in a nightgown and appeared on the other side of the iron door in an embarrassed posture. While covering his left arm, he twitched his facial muscles in shock, barely revealing A respectful smile.

"Long time no see, Lucius." The Dark Lord smiled kindly at his servant, "I noticed that you don't seem to be happy... I am here, what have you done to offend me? A place, Lucius?".7

Lucius Malfoy immediately adjusted his expression, and bowed deeply to his master with tears in his eyes. His long platinum hair fell down, covering his expression.

"Of course not, my master! My family and I would be honored to welcome you back."