Chapter 477 Burning!

"It is already dark, Lord Voldemort."

Bertha packed up everything in the shop, ordered the goods for the last time, packed away the goods, then carefully carried the medicine with her and walked to the door of her own shop.

Today is Easter, Ilvermorny School of Magic has entered the holidays, and all the protection in the school has been set up, but it is almost undefended for her.

"Come on, Bertha, tonight we begin a new..."

Voldemort could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart. If he hadn't accumulated a lot of doubts during this period, he would even have a grand celebration with a killing or something else...

Bertha skillfully but nervously entered the entrance of the secret passage, her wand lit up - she had never felt her heartbeat so clearly.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty passage, and each step hit her heartbeat. This made her forehead covered with thin beads of sweat without her realizing it. She was afraid that she would encounter a demon from Ifa in the next step. Ni's professor or student, that means one more person will be added to the list of dead tonight.

However, nothing happened - from the secret passage to the hall, and then from the hall to the snake tree in the open space of the campus.

The leaves of the hundred-year-old snake tree are shiny at the moment, and the huge crown covers the sky that is half the size of a football field. The moonlight shines down from the branches and leaves, and is cut to pieces. Bertha can guarantee that this The place must be a very suitable place for a date.

"What are you doing here, Bertha... take out our potion and sprinkle it on the tree."

"ah?"

Bertha was stunned for a moment, and then, the potion boiled with materials stained with blood and sweat was poured onto Snakewood's torso like water.

Those potions did not have any corrosive effect. To be precise, when the potion was poured on the tree trunk, it was quickly absorbed, and the snakewood itself became more lush and green.

"Then, hold it, Bertha..."

Bertha did it without any hesitation, and the next moment she felt she had lost control of her body.

An extremely unpleasant language came out from the back of her head, hissing like a snake breathing.

But she understood the meaning of those words almost instantly, "Wake up, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four - wake up!"

Although she had never heard of it, the name of this language immediately came to her mind, Parseltongue.

In the story of the founding of Ilvermorny, Slytherin's own wand was completely sealed by Gormlaith Gaunt using Parseltongue, and now, the sealed lock has met the real key...

Just as she was thinking, the snake tree she was hugging suddenly grew countless vines, wrapping her tightly. Then, out of the corner of her eye, those vines began to weave crazily. .

A human figure made entirely of vines quickly took shape behind her, and then waves of power that was more seductive than the best love potion were desperately poured into the human form - it was the accumulated accumulation of snake wood over the past century. The extremely powerful vitality has completed qualitative changes under the accumulation of quantity.

Under the impact of this force, Bertha felt that the missing area on the back of her head became extremely itchy, as if countless things were about to emerge...

'It's just like...the potion of immortality made from the legendary magic stone...'

‘Such a powerful power——Lord Dark Lord…’

She tried her best to turn her head. The body made of vines behind her no longer looked as rough as before. It seemed to be breathing, rising and falling regularly. With each rise and fall, a large piece of withered yellow leaves appeared. It fell from the tree crown and spread on the ground, and the body became more delicate.

As the ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, the body finally stopped beating.

"Bertha..."

A familiar voice that was several times farther away than before sounded, "You did well... very well..."

Voldemort stretched out his hand from the tangled vines, his tone full of appreciation - just when Bertha thought he was about to step out of the vines, his arm gently touched the vines, and the next moment, the firelight Explode!

The greedy flames spread quickly along the vines, and a wisp of sparks splashed out and fell into the fallen leaves on the ground. The fire instantly shot into the sky!

"Lord Dark Lord!"

Bertha, who was instantly plunged into the sea of ​​​​fire, screamed. However, when the flames burned her, they automatically avoided it, forming a very beautiful circle, and then instantly swallowed up the thick snakewood leaves behind.

In less than half a minute, the flames had already burned onto the snakewood, and after only lingering for a moment, they burned all the way up the snakewood's huge torso.

"wake up…"

Hissing snake language sounded, but Bertha could no longer understand it this time, but she didn't need to understand it - amidst the burning flames, an ancient wand quietly broke through the flames and flew out, lightly It fell into Voldemort's hands, as if he had worked hard to obtain it from the master of the staff.

"Lord Dark Lord..."

"Quiet, Bertha..." Voldemort's red eyes looked at the burning snake wood without raising his head. "I know that I have used less than half of its power accumulated over a hundred years, but without the burning of this fire, it would not be so powerful. The power, how can I deceive..."

Voldemort explained in a low voice - he could not accept the fact that he lacked a lot of memories, especially until now, those memories have not been recovered, so he decided to magically deceive those who could know his life or death.

This is an extremely dangerous method, because in doing so, he will even temporarily lose the protection of those Horcruxes, but it is very necessary - whether he is a loyal Death Eater or a disloyal one, there is no way to know know that he has returned.

More importantly, the person who may have caused him to lose his memory is probably himself, and he will not know about his resurrection.

He didn't know if his guess was correct, but if so, he would kill that version of himself with his own hands, because he was the unique Voldemort - even if he might just be a separated remnant soul.

"Come on, Bertha..."

Voldemort waved his arm and took away his only loyal servant - next, he would carefully examine his memories, form his own team, and then go and verify his dangerous idea for himself.

As the two people left, the flames soaring into the sky completely lost their restraints and burned crazily.

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"pain…"

Harry struggled and cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself, but the pain coming from his body could not be stopped by such an external spell.

He even tried to cast a head soaking spell on himself, but it still didn't work - in all the knowledge he had learned, he had never been able to deal with the excruciating pain inside his body!

'My head is about to... split...'

Harry, who was pulled by severe pain, even briefly gained the ability to control his body, but it was of no use.

One minute? three minutes? five minutes?

Harry felt like a year had passed every second, but in the midst of such severe pain, he still felt something wet slipping from his forehead, and the smell of blood instantly poured into his nose.

"My head is going to explode..."

Amidst such doubts, Harry saw a small piece of crystal clear fragment-like thing emerge, easily pass through his Bubble Curse, and float in front of him.

The next moment, he felt all the strength in his body pouring towards the fragment several times faster than before. It began to rapidly expand and expand again, turning into a mass that made Harry extremely sick and even looked at it. A product I don’t want to read anymore.

However, day after day training allowed him to still hold his wand firmly.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Split into pieces!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

He quickly used the magic he knew well, but to no avail. The disgusting thing was absorbing his power crazily, and the spell he thought was powerful could not cause even a little bit of damage to it.

It even became more greedy, approaching Harry lightly, grabbing his hand, trying to eat faster.

However, just when its barely tentacled existence touched Harry, it let out a heart-rending scream.

It tried to let go of Harry, but Harry knew what he had to do almost instantly - he gathered his last strength and hugged the damn thing crazily.

Harry immediately felt a strong burning sensation, and sparks even fell out of the place where his hand was held, but he didn't even have the slightest intention of letting go. Very happy.

He didn't know where this monster came from - but it didn't matter, he seemed to have found a way to die together.

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"how come…"

Karkaroff looked at the mark of the dark devil on his arm, filled with doubts and uneasiness.

He felt more and more these days that something was wrong with the Mark of the Dark Lord, and almost every minute he was worried that he would suddenly receive a death notice from the Dark Lord.

But now the mark is no longer as hot and dark as before, and its color is even slowly dissipating to its previous appearance.

It was like setting off a firework. After the sparks flickered for a long time, not only was the dangerous red color gone, but even the smoke was gone.

'stay…'

‘Escape? ’

Karkaroff made a difficult choice - in middle age, he no longer had the courage to break into a country's magical world like he did back then, and then strive to become the head of a school to practice his talents.

He knew better than anyone that as soon as he moved, the opponents who had finally been subdued by him would swarm him and throw him off the principal's throne.

But...if I don't run away, are these days all an illusion?

He did not dare, nor did he have the courage to risk his life on the fact that the Dark Lord would be resurrected and strangled.

It was like this before, and it is like this now... There is a reason why he is called the most difficult dark wizard to deal with by Moody.

"Then, let's run away..."

He made up his mind, got off Durmstrang's unique ferry, and then strode towards the Hogwarts castle - although it was true that he was the principal of Durmstrang, in Hogwarts During the seven years of studying, he knew the secret passages in the castle as well as anyone else.

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'Something's wrong...'

Karkaroff's hand reached for his wand.

However, a disarming spell hit him accurately before he touched the wand, knocking his wand directly into the air.

'I was careless...'

Karkaroff felt a sense of bitterness in his heart. He was moved by the scene and felt that he had suddenly become a bereaved dog. In his sadness, he relaxed his vigilance.

'I actually don't think the Dark Lord would sneak into Hogwarts immediately to cause trouble for Dumbledore...'

'Moody is right, I am indeed...'

Just when he was about to poke his neck, a voice he had never imagined hearing here came out, "Why are you coming to the secret passage of the school in the middle of the night, Principal Karkaroff?"

‘It’s that Professor William! ’

Karkaroff was instantly pleasantly surprised - judging from Professor William's methods towards Death Eaters, he didn't think he would be a Death Eater at all.

Besides, how old was this professor back then?

"I…"

For a moment, Karkaroff turned around countless thoughts, but he was very clear about the habits of the professor he admired - lies cannot be deceived, and if there is a slight flaw...

'It's not like... you don't even have the courage to admit it... you make people look weak for no reason...'

"I'm running for my life, Professor William."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Karkaroff's face, "Leave the position of principal, leave my students, leave responsibility and honor, because the person you know is back."

"The Dark Lord?"

William looked at Karkaroff.

"Yes, just tonight - you should know what he has done..."

"Tonight?"

William, who originally took the secret passage because he didn't plan to wake up Hagrid because it was too late to return, was stunned for a moment, and then a strange look appeared on his face.

"Just tonight?"

"Yes -" Karkaroff simply smashed the jar and showed off his Dark Mark, "It has been weird some time ago, but tonight it is normal and scary..."

Countless thoughts emerged in William's mind - relief, waiting notice, late results...

But one most important piece of news trumped the others.

"Harry..."

"Sorry, Principal Karkaroff, I have something urgent!"

He didn't even have time to return Karkaroff's wand and ran all the way to the other side of the secret passage - the Dark Lord was resurrected, so did he target Harry this time?

In about five minutes, he reached the end of the secret passage. Then, he directly took out the rope, stuck it to the ceiling, and moved quickly through the corridor with an extremely fast pulling method.

The painting he was passing by was awakened by the noise he made, and then watched in shock as a professor quickly passed through the corridor with a gesture that was more daring than Gryffindor to deduct points.

Filch, who was startled, didn't even have time to identify who was violating the rules. He just saw a wizard wearing ordinary wizard robes rushing through the corridor.

"Don't let me catch you, or else!!!"

Filch's voice was left behind by William, who quickly ran to the door of the Gryffindor lounge without even bothering to apologize.

But at this moment, the lounge has become a mess...

The fat lady guarding the door had opened the entrance and exit to the maximum, and also issued a sharp warning sound.

"It's on fire, it's on fire, the lounge is on fire!"