Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 238

c238 Cyrus: The plan can begin, Severus.

“My dear Cornelius Fudge, I heard that you went around telling others that I was dead?”

Voldemort stepped out of the darkness, and his cold gaze cut on Fudge’s body like a knife. Fudge was so frightened that he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this time, Fudge wanted to slap himself a few times.

At the same time, the tall “Ms. Maxim”‘s body was also changing. Now there was no need to disguise herself. Little Barty knew in her heart that her identity was already known to Dumbledore and others. What’s more, even the Dark Lord himself has shown up, so why should he be secretive?

“God, You-Know-Who and Death Eaters…Dumbledore…”

The distinguished Minister of Magic seemed like a frightened piglet at this moment, whiningly calling Dumbledore’s name.

It’s just that Voldemort didn’t seem to take Dumbledore seriously:

“You should respectfully call me, Lord Dark Lord!”

His eyes swept across the entire auditorium. In an instant, there was a complete commotion here. The little wizards were all scared to death, screaming and not knowing what to do. Many of them were so frightened that they got under the dining table. , as if Voldemort couldn’t see them.

McGonagall and the other four deans rushed to the students of their own colleges the moment Voldemort appeared, making vigilant gestures towards the ferocious snake like a female leopard guarding her cubs.

Of course, Voldemort paid them no mind.

“Quiet!” Dumbledore put the Elder Wand against his neck, and let out a loud and soothing sound wave in his throat, which immediately calmed everyone down.

“You’re scaring the kids, Tom.”

Dumbledore’s voice was calm, as if he was not talking to a demon king, but to one of his own students, as loving and gentle as possible.

The usual Voldemort might not have done this, but the current Voldemort seemed to be a little bit like he was when he was in school, pretending to be polite to Dumbledore in front of so many people.

“Call me Voldemort, Professor. You know I don’t like that name very much. It’s a bit too common.” Voldemort looked at Cyrus and smiled, “I’m not the only one who thinks this way, right? Cyrus?”

“But I don’t think your new name is that good.”

With a few words, he focused on Cyrus again. In other words, a person as powerful as Voldemort can easily gather everyone’s attention no matter what he says.

Magic is both violence and public opinion!

It makes people obey!

But the premise is that others don’t have the same power.

At this moment, in response to Voldemort’s provocation, Cyrus, who was sitting in his seat, just smiled and said the most sarcastic words in the most enthusiastic manner:

“It’s really not as perfect as your name.”

Cyrus sneered: “Voldemort, stealing death is wonderful, isn’t it? Such a name not only shows your nature of being greedy for life and afraid of death, but also paints a vivid picture of petty theft.”

He stood up and walked across the dining table to Voldemort. His red-gold eyes met Voldemort’s cold, snake-like eyes. He was aggressive and looked at Voldemort with sadness on his face.

“Tell me, my defeated general, you are so afraid of death, how can you dare to appear in front of me?”

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

Although they had long heard that Cyrus had defeated the mysterious man, they never saw the battle with their own eyes. At this moment, Cyrus actually used words to ridicule Voldemort in front of so many people, which made them feel both ridiculous and scared.

Voldemort didn’t seem to expect that Cyrus would use such an answer to attack him. He didn’t know how to respond for a moment, but he was not too angry. After a few seconds, he replied:

“I wish you could be as quiet as your name. You talk a lot more today than you did in the Department of Mysteries. Why, was it Dumbledore who gave you the courage?” Voldemort mocked.

He reversed his disadvantage with just one sentence, which sounded like he was saying – without Dumbledore around, Cyrus wouldn’t even dare to say anything.

However, Cyrus was indeed very aggressive today, reminding Voldemort of Harry Potter, who had a tougher mouth than anything else. Even if that kid was on the verge of death, he would still choke him twice.

Speaking of Harry, Voldemort’s eyes searched the crowd without leaving any trace.

Soon he found his mark at the Gryffindor table.

Harry noticed his gaze, as if he was worried about something, and immediately avoided his gaze.

Such a simple little action immediately made Voldemort understand. He knew that he had guessed correctly. The ownership of the Elder Wand did indeed belong to this Harry Potter, otherwise he would never dodge given his character.

Voldemort was almost eager to get back what was his!

But just as this thought came to his mind, a strong voice came from behind him:

“You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters, put down your wands and surrender immediately!”

He turned his head and saw a dozen Aurors holding wands, surrounding him from all corners of the auditorium. The wands in their hands were all ready to go, pointing at Voldemort’s heart. The leader Voldemort also knew, Rufus. Scrimgeour, a tough Auror.

“All the Aurors are on the way, you have nowhere to escape!” Scrimgeour limped in one leg, but was still tough.

But…

“Escape?”

As if he had heard a funny joke, Voldemort tilted his head and almost laughed out loud: “It seems that I have been away for too long, so you have all forgotten my terror.”

He seemed to be about to show his magic power in person, but in fact he didn’t. It was not worth it for these trash and small fish.

The people who really took a fighting stance were the Death Eaters!

Dozens of Death Eaters gathered around Voldemort drew their wands at the same time, as solid as a black wall!

During this period of time in France, which was neither long nor short, Voldemort had obviously absorbed some fresh black blood for the Death Eaters. Only a small number of these people were original Death Eaters, and most of them were French wizards.

“Don’t get close, sir!” Barty Crouch Jr. sneered and warned. He was also handsome, but unfortunately his heart was as evil as the devil.

The two sides were deadlocked.

At this moment, Babajid, the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards, frowned and shouted in this tense atmosphere.

“Voldemort,” he walked out of the crowd, and there seemed to be considerable magic in his old body.

He walked to the front of the Death Eaters with great force and looked directly into Voldemort’s eyes through them. This move obviously annoyed the Death Eaters. Some of them were ready to attack, and sparks had already appeared at the front of the wand, but Voldemort just waved his arm lightly, and the wand was silenced.

“Don’t get excited, friends, remember, we should respect the elderly and love the young.” Voldemort seemed to have forgotten that he was actually old.

At his signal, Babajid got the opportunity to speak.

The righteous old wizard immediately asked with concern: “I want to know how Ms. Maxime is now?”

As the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Babajid is more concerned about international affairs. Now that little Barty has torn off his disguise in public, he obviously has a bad premonition.

I’m afraid that not only Maxime, but even the French magic world is in danger.

And the fact is just as he worried.

“Ah, we will remember the contribution made by the beautiful Ms. Maxime for us.” Voldemort sneered.

At the same time, the students from Beauxbatons were completely surrounded by fear. Who would have thought that Ms. Maxime during this period was actually pretended by others. If the Death Eaters intended to kill them, none of them would survive.

After sending Babajid away, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Scrimgeour again.

“Why don’t we put down our wands, Director of the Auror Office? I remember my father said you are a kind person.” He said nonsense, “Or, do you plan to declare war on the French Ministry of Magic on behalf of the British magic world?”

Controlling the power of a country, this is also the capital that Voldemort dares to appear.

He knew that Dumbledore would be cautious. Compared with a large-scale war, Dumbledore would rather solve the problem through the competition.

“Okay, Rufus, let the Aurors withdraw.” Dumbledore waved his hand.

At this moment, he looked more like the Minister of Magic. As for Fudge, he had been unable to say a word.

Since the moment Voldemort appeared, Fudge’s lard had come out of his body as if he had been in a frying pan. At this moment, he looked like he had lost several pounds due to fear. He was smaller and huddled in a corner.

At least Scrimgeour did not have the courage to disobey Dumbledore yet, but he just gestured to the Aurors present to let them step back a few steps, but no one put away their wands.

——Even if Scrimgeour gave such an order, I believe that no Auror would be stupid enough to put away their wands.

“Voldemort, since you are here, come and sit down.” Dumbledore waved at him. He conjured a chair next to his seat and invited Voldemort to sit down. He was as enthusiastic as an old principal who saw an outstanding graduate come back to visit his alma mater.

So the dinner ended with Voldemort’s participation.

The dinner time was actually very short, but it was extremely long for everyone.

Everyone felt like they were sitting on a chair covered with spikes. Every second they stayed in the hall was a torment.

During this period, Harry kept his head down, covering the scar on his head.

At night, under the escort of McGonagall, Harry returned to the Gryffindor dormitory safely. He thought he was safe after returning to the dormitory, but no one noticed a fire ash snake disappearing in the flames in the burning fireplace.

Ron and others sat beside him with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“The scar has been hurting since the moment he appeared.” Harry said with sweat, “I dare say he must have some plan.”

“Do you think it’s for you?” Hermione asked, “But this is unlikely. Cyrus and Dumbledore will be prepared. They can’t let Voldemort take you away from Hogwarts.”

“In fact, I was taken away from Hogwarts more than once or twice.”

Harry complained, but in fact, he didn’t care about this.

It didn’t really matter whether Voldemort would attack him or not, because he was supposed to fight Voldemort in the third task.

“I’m just worried that Voldemort has other plans.”

But he seemed a little worried.

In fact, until the end of the semester, Harry did not encounter any danger, as if Voldemort was not directed at him from the beginning.

“Actually, he may not care about you anymore.” Ron said, “Don’t be angry when I say this. After all, you are not important at all compared to Cyrus.”

“That’s a good thing.” Harry smiled reluctantly and nodded.

The closer the time came to the game, the heavier Harry’s heart became.

Because he is getting closer and closer to death.

But what makes Harry even more sad is that during the last summer vacation of his life – or half of it – Dumbledore actually asked him to return to Privet Drive and live with the worst people in the world. !

“I want to live with Sirius!” Harry was angry at Cyrus and Dumbledore in the headmaster’s office.

This was also the first time he felt angry with Cyrus, even more than when he thought Cyrus wanted him to die.

“No, you have to return to Privet Drive. Remember, I said last year that you have to live with the Dursleys for at least a month. The spell left by your mother will protect you.” Dumbledore said without refusal. .

“The spell has worn off and he could have touched me a long time ago!” Harry shouted angrily.

When Voldemort was resurrected for the first time, he also used Harry’s blood, this time breaking the ancient magic. But this time Voldemort was resurrected without using his father’s bones, let alone the blood of his enemy, and he could also touch Harry.

“Privet Drive is safer, Harry,” Dumbledore said seriously.

In other words, it can be said that Sirius is too dangerous.

He was not a peaceful guy. During this month of summer vacation, Dumbledore didn’t think he would stay at 12 Grimmauld Place with Harry and not go anywhere.

“I’m going to die soon, can’t I still be allowed to enjoy the last days of my life?”

Harry’s anger and sadness were not without reason.

He thought he was going to die. Who would want to spend the rest of his life in pain?

“But we have to make sure nothing goes wrong, Harry,” said Cyrus. “Remember what we told you about the Elder Wand?”

“If you want to defeat Voldemort, it must be you, but the gap in magical power between you is too big. As long as the Elder Wand can help you. Dumbledore and I will consume Voldemort’s power in the third project, and it will be up to you. Give him the final blow.

“And during this period, Voldemort has been monitoring you. His spies are everywhere. Only the Dursleys are safe.”

Sellers emphasized.

“Well, in that case, forget it!” Harry obviously realized that he had no ability to change Cyrus and Dumbledore’s decision, so he left the principal’s office angrily.

He accepted his fate, but still felt it was unfair.

But no one knew that after Harry left, another person walked in.

——Severus Snape.

Cyrus laughed and looked at Snape with unprecedented pride:

“The planning can begin, Severus.”