Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 182 The Torch That Will Be Lit
Riding a broom upstream from the wide pipe, you only need to follow the thickest pipe upwards without getting lost. After three to five minutes, they came out of the entrance of the girls' bathroom.

Snape had disappeared, but Professor McGonagall was still here. The smiling Professor McGonagall drank a glass of soda and started a massacre against the other three on the 1V3 battlefield.

The professor who excelled in micromanagement abused the three-legged cat combination of the twins and Seid. Even if they tried their best to throw out dirty routines one by one, under the pressure of hard power, they quickly defeated.

After seeing Ron come out of the sewer, the three guys who had been beaten a little bit collapsed quickly dropped their cards and rushed up with concern.

"My dear brothers!"

"Brothers want to kill you!"

Three pairs of salty pig hands felt around Ron and Harry, as if checking if they were missing any parts or the like.

"rolling rolling rolling"

The two of them kicked and kicked these three bastards aside in disgust. How could this tram idiot's performance be so realistic?It's more real than real.

"Professor Dumbledore is back, isn't he?"

"Just half an hour ago." Fred suppressed a yawn. It was almost three o'clock now, and he was really sleepy after being abused by Professor McGonagall for a long time.

"Understood, but you won't be sleepy later."

"Professor McGonagall."

Ron walked up to Professor McGonagall, "Nothing happened, everything went well, don't worry now, right?"

The professor who is always so serious looked at Ron and Harry with a smile at this moment, she nodded lightly, she already believed all of this, otherwise according to her personality, she would not Started a game leisurely, beating three children leisurely.

"But did you really catch it?"

"To be honest, I really can't believe it."

She pursed her lips and said with relief, "Then let's go, Professor Dumbledore is in the next classroom."

"Ah."

Ron nodded, and then waved to Hermione who was standing quietly beside her. The little dumpling in her arms also waved her short, chubby hands. Luke rushed over first, and the big cat stood up Sticking his head out, enjoying the touch of this big hand, he rubbed against Ron's palm.

"Let's go."

Clutching Hermione's palm, they followed Professor McGonagall's footsteps and left the dilapidated bathroom, heading for the classroom not far away.

Empty rooms are everywhere in Hogwarts, and this room is no exception, but with the cleaning of the elves, there is actually no dust.

In the room decorated with warm colors, the fireplace was burning with a strong flame, and the warm heat diffused throughout the room. In the center of the room, two restless people sat in front of Dumbledore who was leisurely reading the newspaper.

Fudge was wiping his sweat, and the incessant sweat seemed to drain his body a lot, the smooth and shiny skin seemed to be a little gray at the moment, and Lucius who was sitting beside him Malfoy, on the other hand, was holding his cane tightly. After knowing that Draco was the one who was caught in the Chamber of Secrets, he never calmed down.

After the small group of people entered the room, Lucius stood up immediately and stared at them closely. However, when he didn't see his son, his eyes suddenly widened a bit.

"Where's my son? Where's Draco?"

"Dumbledore! Didn't you tell me that Draco will be fine? Where is he?"

Although Lucius is not a good person, he is, like most fathers, very fond of his son.

"Don't even say thank you, Uncle Lucius, this is not the attitude of thanking you."

"Of course I brought Draco back, although I almost couldn't bring it back before, it took me a lot of effort."

A stretcher floating behind the crowd came to the front. When they left the secret room before, they didn't leave this person who was still alive. It's just that no one paid attention to Draco. After all, in their hearts, this guy Ben was one of the culprits.

Draco, whose face was so pale that he was no different from a dead person, floated over silently. Lucius, who broke his defense instantly, almost rushed to the side of the floating stretcher. He dropped his cane and touched Draco lightly. Draco's cold face almost caused Lucius to kill Draco, but his weak breathing and slightly warm body held back his collapsed sanity.

"Draco this is him this is."

"What did you do to him?" Lucius raised his head, but the expression on his face was hard to read what he was thinking at the moment.

"Why don't you ask your dear master, Voldemort?"

"Uncle Lucius, you know it in your heart."

As soon as Ron's words came out, Lucius, who was rubbing back, tensed his body, while Fudge, who was opposite Dumbledore, let out a low, short gasp.

"It's not funny at all, kid."

Fudge spoke intermittently, his eyes were erratic, and his voice was a little uncertain.

"The Dark Lord died 11 years ago, didn't he?"

"Right! It's Harry! Our Harry Potter killed him!"

After seeing Fudge's fiery gaze, Harry frowned in disgust, "My parents did it, not me."

"Also, Voldemort is not dead, this is the second time I've seen him."

"No no no! The Dark Lord is dead, isn't he! How can a dead man come back?"

"You must be mistaken, it's not going to happen"

Fudge shrank slightly, he shivered violently, and his complexion seemed to become more and more gloomy.

"Professor, Professor Dumbledore, it's fine if you don't pay your salary, at least I want to say a few words, I don't want to have no time to take a nap today, just after killing the basilisk, I just want to take a bath and then Have a good night's sleep."

Ron stretched his waist, yawned and walked forward. Dumbledore transformed an oversized and soft sofa so that the group of children could sit comfortably.

"Would you like to show them now?"

A metal box was handed over to Dumbledore, and Ron was stroking the cat while rubbing the ball. He had almost done his work, and now he was a little sleepy to be honest.

"Lucius, now is not a good time to take Draco away, he is dying, and St. Mungo can't heal his injuries."

Although he didn't look back, Dumbledore was still keenly aware of the small movements behind him.

Lucius paused, he carefully picked up Draco, and then walked back to the warm campfire with heavy steps, carefully putting Draco aside.

"What do I need to pay?"

He asked in a hoarse voice. At this moment, he seemed to be ten years older.

"Pay the price you deserve."

Dumbledore opened the box, and then took out a diary from it. Riddle's soul ball flew out, and the face of young Tom appeared on it.

This made Lucius' already pale face suddenly turn pale with horror, and he pressed his back against the back of the sofa, trying not to let himself collapse.

"Meet you again, Professor Dumbledore."

Tom who turned into a ball spoke calmly, ignoring the others, his eyes just looked at Dumbledore calmly.

"Yeah, I met Tom again, but how did you become like this?"

Dumbledore glanced at Ron, only this little bastard could do such a thing.

"The good student you teach, what a little monster."

"This is a compliment. I don't mean anything else. After all, I can't find a more suitable word."

Tom is not cowardly, really not cowardly, he just doesn't want to be beaten up for no reason, he is not stupid, and he is not shaking M, why does he have to make himself uncomfortable?

"Am I one of those petty people? Senior Tom?"

Ron, who had rounded and flattened the soul ball, pulled the face on the ball, saw him showing a toothy smile, and nodded in satisfaction.

"After all, I'm not a devil. How can a child be evil? I'm only 12 years old."

Tom, who was flipped aside by the knuckles, returned to his original shape, his translucent body was floating in the air, and there was a helpless wry smile on his face. The brat is indeed everyone's lifelong enemy, especially if you can't beat him. You can't even lose your temper with him yet.

"You are Voldemort?"

The little wizard who saw Voldemort's real appearance for the first time asked curiously. After all, Tom's appearance at the moment is really amazingly deceptive. At the age of 16, he has the most normal thinking and handsome appearance in his life.

"It's true, but I'm 16 years old."

'Tom Marvolo Riddle. '

The handwriting appeared, then changed into .
'I am Voldemort. '

There was a terrified scream, and Fudge, who slipped off the sofa, sat down on the floor. He waved his hands and tried to deny it:

"Stop joking! The Dark Lord is already dead!"

"Not at all."

"This is simply impossible!"

Then he struggled to get up, and forcibly adjusted his clothes calmly.

"If you only come here to see this kind of magic trick."

"This joke is not funny at all."

"The Dark Lord is dead!"

Fudge made a gesture to leave here, and his hurried forward made Tom on the side curl his lips.

"Who is this?"

"Minister of Magic."

"what?"

A sneer made Tom unable to hold back the expression on his face, "What is this? Your puppet? Professor Dumbledore?"

These words stung Fudge who was about to push the door out, and these harsh words pierced into his heart. After all, in his heart, at least when he first took the position of minister, he had such This idea, so he always asked Dumbledore for advice at the beginning, but later
Fudge seemed to realize that Dumbledore really didn't have any feelings for the position of minister, and the wonderful taste of power gradually confused him. He began to stay away from Dumbledore, for fear that the power he had finally won would be ruined. steal.

"I don't have much idea of ​​the position of minister of the Ministry of Magic. To be honest, I even miss the days when I taught transfiguration. It's much more interesting than being a headmaster."

The 'disdain' and 'boredom' shown by Dumbledore once again pierced Fudge's heart. Fudge, whose lips trembled a little, would not leave, let alone stay. He was full of rebuttals, doubts, and demands. Speaking, but at this moment I don't know where to start.

"This is an indisputable fact, Connelly, I have sent a notice that at noon today, all members of the Wizengamot will be present. It is time to let everyone know something."

"Like, Voldemort came back, but he failed again."

"you!"

Fudge's pale face suddenly flushed with blood, and he thought of a lot at this moment, his face flushed.

"Then this is the last one, right?"

Fudge took two strides forward. He blushed and stared at Dumbledore with burning eyes, "The Dark Lord is dead, although he came back! But he has been captured again, right? !"

"It's him, right!"

Fudge glanced at the ghost floating next to him, but he seemed to be stung by something, his body was stiff, and he asked Dumbledore in a tone of longing and pleading: "Is it?"

"Unfortunately, although I don't know what I will become in the future, what I can tell you is that I am far more than one or two. This is the first time I met you, the Minister of Magic."

Young Tom's mocking voice sounded, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his brows and eyes were full of jokes. In his eyes, Fudge is definitely the kind that he despises, but he is a good clown. He likes that clumsy performance. of.

"This is impossible! This is impossible!"

"How could this be possible!"

"You must be lying, right! Lying, right!"

Fudge, who was so angry and bloody, almost roared, he had no reason to believe that Voldemort was back!He was even more unwilling to believe that more than one Voldemort came back!
"Why not?"

Tom folded his arms and sneered.

"I know I will one day... When I am the greatest wizard in the world, wizards everywhere are afraid to say my name easily."

"Voldemort!"

"It's like this, right, although it's a pity that I didn't become the greatest wizard, but obviously."

"Hehehe~"

Tom sneered with a hint of satisfaction.

"It seems that I did manage to keep your memory fresh, right?"

"Why do you call me the Dark Lord?" Tom moved closer to Fudge, and the blood on his face gradually faded, "Call me Voldemort. Can't you say it?"

The arc outlined by the corner of the mouth seemed to cast a ferocious black shadow in Fudge's heart, and the black and green skull-shaped Dark Mark that he had seen before flashed in his mind, the flying green light and the tormenting scream brought by the Cruciatus Curse seems to reverberate in his ears again
It was a few years that made the entire British wizards feel terrified and fearful. You couldn't even believe your most trusted relatives and friends. The person controlled by the Imperius Curse was left with a manipulated body, and strong malice was by your side When unprovoked outbreaks.
The tide turned into black mist froze all the beauty in the heart, and the shaded sunlight could not cast a trace of warmth, only the boiling darkness became the only symbol of that era.

"You can't be him! You can't be!"

"They're all liars! Liars!"

Fudge slammed into the door, and he shouted hysterically: "Then the devil can't be like this! You are not him at all! No!!!!"

Fudge's heavy and hasty footsteps were going away, and as the knocked open door was closed again, after that 'click' sound, Tom, who withdrew his gaze, returned to his previous gentleness.

"Of course I am, but."

"I met a person who is more decisive and ruthless than the Dark Lord you mentioned." He paused, and then changed his words without a trace: "He is even more decisive and ruthless."

"I'll just take it as a compliment."

Ron, who was teasing the cat and the bear, didn't even lift his eyelids. After the little dumpling fell asleep again, Ron returned the dumpling to Hermione.

"By the way, Uncle Lucius, don't you plan to chat with your little master? After all, you are the benefactor who sent him to Hogwarts, right?"

"How do you feel now? Your son Draco, who is more loyal than you, dedicated himself to your little master. He opened his soul and offered his life and magic power with both hands."

"Maybe you should be proud of him. Your son did something you couldn't."

Listening to Ron's teasing, Lucius could only pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said nothing.

He wanted to say something, but under the current situation, he didn't know how to speak at all.

There are a group of monsters here, whether they are old or young, or even living or dead, one is more perverted than the other, and each is more incapable and dare not be provoked.

But after a long time, Lucius still bit the bullet and said in a harsh voice, "Anything is fine, but Draco is innocent."

These words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, Lucius could only prop himself up by the armrest on the edge of the sofa, his eyes did not dare to look at anyone, he just stared blankly at the table, and on the table , throwing an old diary.

The black cover seems to be a black hole, absorbing all his soul.

"Of course this matter can't be skipped lightly, but I'm not very good at making conditions and so on. I don't lack money or anything. Let's talk to the professor when the time comes. After all, the old man is well-informed. You’ve never seen anything like this before, have you?”

Ron winked at Dumbledore, and the little ball kicked over.

"I promised Tom, if he cooperates with us honestly, I will give him a happy, but another one."

Ron took the Ravenclaw diadem from the box.

"This guy is another matter."

"I think he should know more. If it's not easy for you to ask him questions, Professor, I recommend you to try Fox's Flame. If you feel sleepy in the middle of the night, listening to the screams is actually quite refreshing."

Immediately, the young Tom who was at the side shook his body. Why could he say the soul-wrenching torture method so easily from his mouth?
A strange feeling of being born at an untimely time arises spontaneously, he was really unlucky to meet such a guy in his life.

"Oh, professor, and this."

Ron pulled out the petrified statue of Lockhart from the interspatial bag. The stone statue with several missing corners and cracks still maintained the shock when he saw Ron tearing the basilisk's cruel head with a chainsaw sword.

"These broken places were caused by him. It has nothing to do with me. His head is not as hard as the floor, but can this guy be saved?"

"Although there will be a little permanent damage, I think it will be fine."

"Then I would trouble you to take Professor Lockhart to the infirmary. Severus is brewing a mandrake antidote. It should be almost done now."

"It's three o'clock. You can go to rest now. After all, there are still many things that we need to witness together tomorrow."

"Go back, kid."

Dumbledore nodded to them with a smile. The rest of the time is for the old man to play. He has many things that need to be verified and asked.

They left the warm room in twos and threes, but they didn't go back to the tent directly. Lockhart was still going to be sent to the infirmary. They were also curious about how the petrification was lifted.

Confidently and boldly proceeded in the empty corridor, the infirmary was located very close to the main entrance hall, and when they pushed open the door of the infirmary, a strange smell came into their noses.

"Professor Snape, are you cooking shit again?"

"It reminds you of your instincts, Weasley?"

Snape snorted coldly. In the field of ugly speech, he is also a high-end player with a master level.

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting each other again, Harry hurried forward. If this kind of thing was allowed to continue, it would be a lot of fun later.

"We brought Lockhart, who was also petrified."

"Another victim?"

Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain, and she was holding a large tray in her hand, which contained many strange herbs, some of which were still alive and kicking, apparently just picked from Professor Sprout's herb garden, she Just went for herb pretreatment.

"No, it should be regarded as an accomplice of the attacker, but it is too troublesome to explain, and Professor Dumbledore will explain it tomorrow."

"Is that so?"

Madam Pomfrey frowned, and pointed to an empty bed with some disgust, "Let's leave it there."

"Why don't you go to bed? It's already past three o'clock in the middle of the night. Go back quickly. The potion hasn't been brewed yet, but these children will be able to recover by dawn."

Madam Pomfrey unceremoniously issued the order to expel the guests. In the school infirmary, her words were even more effective than Dumbledore.

"We thought we'd be able to see how they recovered, but wait a minute, I still have a few words to say to Professor Snape."

"Then as soon as possible."

Madam Pomfrey hurried back to the cubicle, she still had a lot of things to do.

"Lockhart's brain is broken and cracked."

"You shouldn't have told me that." Snape glanced at Ron, his voice was cold, "Potions can undo petrification, but they can't cure the brain."

"I believe you can do more, Professor Snape, right, after all, you are a master of potions."

"Professor Lockhart accidentally broke his brain, so he may have some sequelae, such as forgetfulness, but this kind of thing is not good."

"But I'll remind him of everything."

"But if he doesn't say it, who knows if he has forgotten?"

"Then let him talk." A funny smile flashed in Snape's eyes, and he had a rare agreement with Ron, "Just tell it all."

"Then I would like to thank Professor Lockhart for your selfless help."

Snape nodded nonchalantly, his attention once again focused on the potion in the cauldron ahead.

The empty tent was crowded with people again. Although there were still many exciting things in their hearts to refresh their minds, the soft light of the night rolled up their drowsiness. people fall asleep.

(End of this chapter)