Hogwarts Homecoming

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks, and every minute and every second, wizards would apparate. They appeared behind every tombstone and every cedar tree, wearing hoods and covering their faces, slowly He approached Voldemort slowly and cautiously, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

When he saw Harry Potter being tied up on the tombstone, Malfoy, who was among his "colleagues", staggered. He couldn't believe how the Dark Lord managed to do it under the dual protection of Dumbledore and Brain. Potter got it.

Then, he noticed the young man next to the Dark Lord who was glaring at them with blazing eyes, completely speechless.

One by one, the Death Eaters knelt down. They lined up and crawled to Voldemort's feet, kissing the hem of his black robe.

Malfoy did the same. When he lay down, he was filled with bitterness. He finally faced his own heart. He didn't want to see the Dark Lord return, but this was already an established fact.

An unknown little girl, the youngest son of the Weasley family, a Mudblood who was attacked some time ago and survived thanks to Brian's efforts, old Barty - a well-known and powerful official, and Igor... Karkaroff, the traitor, is not dead yet, but Malfoy knows that this is only temporary, and he knows why the Dark Lord keeps him.

Death has sprouted and will thrive.

"Owner."

Malfoy, like the others, whispered, kissing the Dark Lord's robes, respectfully, but his dignity weeping.

"Welcome, Death Eaters,"

Voldemort said calmly,

"Thirteen years have passed since our last meeting. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday. That is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that right?"

He raised his ferocious face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

“I asked about guilt,” he said. “There was a stench of guilt in the air.”

Voldemort was 'addressing' his supporters, a group of fearless people who dared not show their faces. Voldemort mentioned some names, Avery, McNeil, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott. It was almost him. The fathers of the most annoying people in Slytherin House. But it doesn't matter anymore, Harry doesn't care about this anymore.

He just wanted to die, but he wanted to die heroically. He did not give in at the end of his life. He fell on the way to charge. At least in this way, he would not insult the reputation of his father and mother, and would not let Sirius and Remus, Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore were humiliated and went underground so that he could give Hermione and Ron an explanation.

They died because of him.

If the Dark Lord immediately dealt with all the followers here, it would not be a particularly surprising thing, but perhaps the restoration of mana made the Dark Lord feel happy. Malfoy could see it, and the Dark Lord had no intention of killing. This made the Dark Lord feel happy. He mustered up a little courage. He wanted to find out some valuable information. This was a bargaining chip in front of Blaine.

The return of the Dark Lord cannot be hidden from anyone, but Malfoy really wants to know how the Dark Lord got these people here. Today is the second game of the Triwizard Tournament. He put Harry Potter and the contestants The Warrior was brought out of Hogwarts, and under the noses of Dumbledore and Brain, the Dark Lord was so powerful that it was an incredible thing.

So, when Voldemort drew everyone's attention to the boy with a hint of teasing, Malfoy stood up tremblingly,

"Master, we are eager to know. Please tell us how you accomplished this. This miracle has returned to us."

"Ah, that's a long story, Lucius,"

The Dark Lord was not angry that he was trying to pry into his secret. He was even a little happy and a little proud. Just like a successful person recalling his difficult and bumpy entrepreneurial road, he finally overcame many difficulties and stood at the top.

"--Of course you have heard that this boy is my nemesis. On that night, he destroyed me and my magic. But what you don't know is that all this comes from this boy's mother. I’ll call it noble—”

Voldemort chuckled softly,

"That noble woman died to save her son. She used her sacrifice to complete a magic. The ancient magic gave the boy a kind of protection. I can't touch this boy. I know the magic, but I Foolishly neglected, I was punished. Those dark times, it doesn't matter, I have overcome the obstacle."

Malfoy saw the Dark Lord put a finger on Harry Potter's forehead, and then the boy's face showed pain and his eyes bulged.

Voldemort chuckled softly and took back his finger.

Malfoy listened to Voldemort's story. When he heard Voldemort said that the curse he shot at Harry bounced back and hit himself. He heard that he did not die because he had failed in those attempts to conquer death. It had no effect, Malfoy's heart trembled, and panic surged in his heart.

That notebook. Maybe it was really that kind of thing. He knew the Dark Lord's core secret, but he destroyed it. If the Dark Lord knew that his method of ensuring his own immortality had failed, he would not forgive the Malfoy family. , with desperate thoughts lingering in his mind, he heard Voldemort begin to say the part he wanted to know most.

"Now look how fate takes care of Voldemort."

Voldemort said with emotion,

"Just when I was about to give up hope, a woman found me. Oh, she was not our companion. She was unknown before, but now you have all heard her name."

Harry stopped struggling. He knew who Voldemort was talking about. In his dream, he saw her and Voldemort killing an old Muggle together.

"Vetia Cliona."

After Voldemort said this name, the Death Eaters gathered in the circle were commotion for a while, and more than one person realized who the ugly and terrifying monster appeared at the end of last year's Quidditch World Cup final night.

"This lady with an unruly personality has never been related to me, but she is in the same situation as us. She and her people have suffered unfair oppression from Muggles, from people who claim to be righteous. For many centuries, they have Unable to bear the humiliation, he bravely resisted.

This lady Vitia Cliona followed the inspiration of her ancestors and came to the forest where I lived. She presented me with a treasure lost in history, and we concluded a contract under the witness of that treasure. She helped me get my body back, and I helped them take revenge on those who hurt them. Ah, with her help, everything went much smoother afterwards.

Lady Cliona rescued me from my debilitating ghost-like state by providing me with a potion quite different from the wizard's potion, and she brought me Bertha Jorkins - Ministry of Magic of a witch.

Bertha Jorkins was in trouble, and Miss Cliona helped her get out of it. Thanks to Jorkins, she brought me the news that the Triwizard Tournament was going to be held at Hogwarts, and I also knew about a A loyal Death Eater. As long as I can get in touch with him, he will help me willingly. Yes, that's right, it's Barty. "

Barty Crouch Jr. puffed out his chest, as if enjoying the supreme honor.

"--Of course, of course, you have heard that Barty has been captured and died in Azkaban. But the actual situation is more complicated. He survived with the 'help' of his famous father."

Voldemort chuckled softly, but Barty Jr. looked at Barty Sr. lying on the ground with disgust.

Voldemort talked a lot, mentioned his plan, and mentioned the duel on Quidditch final night last year. And because of that duel, he decided to change his plan. He was originally planning to make Harry Potter a warrior. Use the Portkey instead of the Triwizard Trophy to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts.

But that duel will make Dumbledore wary and will take Harry Potter very seriously. In this case, if Harry is still pushed to become a warrior, then Dumbledore will understand immediately.

Cliona recommended Hermione. She saw Hermione desperately protecting Harry in the box, which meant there was something to be done.

Harry looked miserable, everything finally came to light.

Sure enough, it was all because of him. Hermione became a warrior because of him, and so many people died because of him.