Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 301 Voldemort's Smelly and Long Return Speech
Hera hid in the bushes, and he took out the panoramic binoculars from his pocket. He didn't even take it out when watching the game, but now he took it out specially to 'appreciate' Voldemort's new body.

Voldemort's image at the moment was definitely not handsome, and it was difficult for Hera to agree that he was a healthy person.His hands were as pale as giant spiders, with long, pale fingers stroking his chest, his arms, his face.Those red eyes looked brighter in the dark, with two slits in the pupil, like a cat's eyes.

Voldemort smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said something silently in Hera's direction.

"I am back."

Although the corners of his mouth were not wide, Hera could still barely read this sentence.

After Voldemort murmured, he raised his hands, moved his fingers, his expression was ecstatic, he ignored Wormtail, who was bleeding and convulsed on the ground, and the big snake coiled around him—Nagini.He simply stuck his ridiculously long fingers into a deep pocket and drew out a wand.He stroked his wand lightly, then pointed it at Wormtail, lifted him from the ground, and threw him onto the headstone where Harry was bound.

Wormtail dropped by the tombstone and sat there weeping, while Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes on Harry and let out a grim, sharp smirk.

Hera put down the panoramic binoculars, he knew that he was exposed, the most important thing he should do at this moment is to leave here immediately, but curiosity drove him to stay here, his feet seemed to grow in the ground, so——

"Animagus!" Hera lowered her voice, the cloak, pouch, and wand on his body melted into his skin, and he turned into a black mamba snake.

Even though he knew his best option was to get out of here and call Dumbledore over - if he was still on Dumbledore's side.But if he didn't notify Dumbledore, there were not many choices he could make. He had to think of a reasonable reason to Dumbledore, explaining why he didn't notify him immediately.

Obviously, protecting and waiting for an opportunity to take Harry away is the best excuse.

He only needs to hang around the edge of the cemetery for a while. If Voldemort kills Harry, then he doesn't have to return to Dumbledore's side; if Voldemort can't do it and let Harry run away, then he can say that he is really looking for opportunities.

Although he was well aware of the great disparity in power between Voldemort and Harry, he had an ominous premonition—Voldemort would never be the one who survived the prophecy, and this was only in his body after seeing Voldemort's resurrection.

Wormtail was weeping again, but Voldemort showed no sign of pity.

"Master." Wormtail choked up, "Master. You promised what you promised."

"Stretch out your arm," said Voldemort lazily, rubbing his slender fingers against his wand repeatedly, a feeling he had missed for a long time.He hadn't touched a wand in untold years.

It feels good to be in control of the power again.

"Oh, Master. Thank you, Master." Wormtail stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please. Please." Wormtail's poking sound seemed to be suppressed, and Merlin knew how painful his severed arm was!

Hera also sneaked into the cemetery while the two were talking. Nagini raised his head and stuck out his tongue in his direction, but he didn't seem to care about him. It swam to Harry's tombstone and hissed around Harry.

The abdomen rubbed against the ground, and one could feel the graininess of the sand, and the smell of green grass was continuously transmitted to the brain through the tongue, and Hera meandered slowly towards Harry.In the end, he stopped at a distance of about 30 feet from them. This angle, he thought, should be a safe distance.

Hera believed that Dumbledore would not use Veritaserum on him, but the Pensieve was not sure. If he had been hiding on the hillside a few hundred meters away, how could Dumbledore believe that he had ever thought of saving Harry?

And the current distance, whether facing Voldemort or facing Dumbledore, Hera has enough excuses to deal with them.

Looking closer, he could see Voldemort stooping, pulling up Wormtail's left arm, and rolling his sleeve up to the elbow.Hera could see it clearly, and it was possible to think of Harry. There was a bright red tattoo on Wormtail's left arm - a snake spit out from the mouth of a skeleton - the Dark Mark.

Hera could feel the heat in her chest (probably), the badge Voldemort had given him was burning.Voldemort hadn't even summoned his servants yet, but the Dark Mark was already jumping up as if seeing its master.

"He's back," whispered Voldemort, scrutinizing the Dark Mark on Wormtail's arm, ignoring his uncontrollable sobs. "They'll all notice them. Now, we'll see and we'll know."

He pressed his long, pale fingers to Wormtail's arm.

Wormtail let out a wailing sound, and Hera felt as if there was a piece of red-hot iron on his chest, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

Voldemort took his finger away from Wormtail's mark, and both Harry and Hera could easily see that the mark had turned into pitch black.

Voldemort wasn't hiding anything at all, a look of cruel smugness on his face.He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, staring at the stars with glowing red eyes, "and how many would be foolish not to come? We already have a guest."

He started pacing up and down in front of Harry and Wormtail, scanning the graveyard now and then, casting Hera his eyes.Hera hid behind a tombstone, not even daring to stick her tongue out.About a minute later, Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again, and the snake's face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you're standing on top of my father's bones," he hissed softly. "He's a Muggle and dumbass like your own mother. But they both have uses, don't they? When you were little, your mother died protecting you. I killed my father. Look how useful he was when he died."

Voldemort laughed again, and as he paced up and down, he glanced around. Hera held her breath in horror as Nagini wandered about in the grass. He was sure that Nagini must have sensed something.He had to clear his mind and pretend he was a toy snake in a cemetery.

Hera had looked into the Gaunt genealogy many times, and what Voldemort said didn't shock him.Voldemort's mother should be Merope, the defected youngest daughter of the Gaunt family. She combined with a Muggle to form Voldemort. Although her fate is tragic, she created the most terrifying Dark Lord ever for the wizarding world. It's hard to feel sorry for her.

"See that house on the hill, Potter? My father lived there. My mother was a wizard, and lived in this village, and fell in love with him. But when she told who she was, he deserted her. My father didn't like magic."

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter. My mother died giving birth to me, and I was raised in a Muggle orphanage. But I swore to find him. I took revenge on the man who gave me his name. Tom Riddle."

He continued to pace up and down, his red eyes scanning the graves to and fro.Hera was sure that he was looking for his figure.

"Listen to me, listen to my family history." He said softly, and Hera also raised his ears. He believed that he would know his true identity soon.Just give Voldemort a little more time, and he's close to talking about his relationship with Bella - if time goes by. "Ah, I'm a bit sad but look, Harry! My real family is back."

"Yeah, but you haven't talked about my birth yet" Hera complained in his heart. He knew that it would be difficult for him to hear the follow-up, because he could sense waves of magic power, which were apparitions.

The air was filled with the rustling of cloaks.Between the graves, behind the fir trees, in every shadowy place wizards apparated.They were all hooded and covered their faces.They walked over one by one. They walked slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Hera sighed inwardly. If Voldemort hadn't been in a good mood just after being resurrected, it would be difficult for him to have the opportunity to hear him mention his family's story again.

Voldemort stood there in proud silence, waiting.A Death Eater knelt down, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master. Master," he whispered.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each crawling up to Voldemort on their knees, kissing his robes, and then stepping back to their feet, forming a silent circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail slumped on the ground sobbing and sobbing.

Hera can guarantee that no matter what, he will never kneel down and kiss the hem of Voldemort's robe, never in this life!

Even if Voldemort gave him a golden mountain, Hera still had the minimum dignity.

There was still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join, but Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come any more.He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly. Hera moved back quietly. His intuition told him that something terrible was going to happen here, and he had better stay away—Voldemort had complained more than once before his resurrection that his subordinates were all smooth-talking guys, and no one dared to take the risk to find him in Albania. Even old Muggle ladies were familiar with his rumors in Albania.

"13 Years It's been 13 years since we last gathered. But you still answer my call like yesterday. That said, we're still united under the Dark Mark! Are you?"

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

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

Hera was almost ready to run away. He felt that maybe it would be good for him to call Dumbledore over now, but at worst, he would say that he retreated tactically.

But this is obviously unrealistic, it is very difficult for him to escape from here, he has no doubt that as long as he just lifts the Animagus, he will be killed by dozens of 'Avada Kedavra' on the spot.

No one spoke in the cemetery, no one was moved.Only Wormtail fell to the ground, sobbing with his bleeding arm.

"I answered myself," said Voldemort softly, "that they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent, ignorant, and bewitched."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not make a comeback? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they see me prove my potential countless times when I was stronger than any wizard?"

"I replied to myself, maybe they believed there was a greater power that could defeat Voldemort or maybe they chose to pledge their allegiance to someone else perhaps the leader of the Lower Ribbons, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Hera's tail couldn't help twitching. Voldemort's psychological control over him was perfect, but Voldemort should not have suspected Hera for the time being.It should be time for him to be excited, and there is nothing more pleasing than being back in this world again.

Only one person in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, crouching under Voldemort's cunning, trembling from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

Hera closed her eyes. It was no secret that he knew what Voldemort would use to punish his men.Voldemort was accustomed to the policy of terror and dictatorship, and he did not hesitate to reward him with a 'Crucio' if he violated his wishes a little bit.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The Death Eater on the ground writhed and screamed in pain.Hera took a deep breath. If Voldemort found out that he was also a young man, he believed that his fate would not be much better than that unlucky guy - Voldemort would not let him go easily.

Voldemort raised his wand, and the tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly, "get up. You beg me to forgive? I won't forgive. I won't forget, thirteen long years. I'll ask you to pay off your debts for thirteen years before I'll forgive you. Wormtail has paid some debts, hasn't he, Wormtail?"

"Yes, Master," moaned Wormtail, "please, Master. Please."

"But you helped me to live in the flesh," Voldemort said coldly, watching Wormtail sobbing on the ground, "although you are a despicable traitor, but you helped me. Voldemort will not treat those who helped him. And my cutest child. I'm sad that I didn't see him at the rally tonight, he had to lurk in danger"

(End of this chapter)