Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 563

"Quiet."

Voldemort raised his wand and shook it lightly. Fenrir Greyback fell silent, as if the mute button had been pressed. He yelled and struggled, but couldn't make a sound.

Wormtail's Adam's Apple rolled up and down, and he shrank himself as much as possible...his slightly peculiar little head could hardly be seen from the table.

Greyback opened his mouth wide, with such an expression of pain and despair on his face that even Little Crouch and Bellatrix dared not look directly at him.

He was so desperate that the vibration of his own magic directly caused by this intense emotion... broke through the limitation of Voldemort's curse, and a long, miserable howl broke out in this hall.

This made Voldemort stop. He looked at Greyback with interest, and said jokingly, "Ha! I didn't expect you to have such abilities, Fenrir... You are not so useless that you will only cause me trouble."

Greyback seized the opportunity at once, and shouted, "Master, I am still useful... those wolf cubs... I will provide it, and I will never disobey your orders again..."

Voldemort ignored Greyback's entreaties, he casually murmured to himself,

"I can also see from you... the changes in the world are indeed silently changing everything. Even a guy like Fenrir can break through my magic power..."

"It seems that my intention to modify the original plan is correct. In the new world... I really need to break through the original magical boundaries to rule..."

Voldemort stopped suddenly. He looked at Greyback with a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he had thought of something.

Then, he said again, "I can give you another chance, Fenrir..."

Bellatrix was greatly surprised. She let out a scream, but immediately shut her mouth. She seemed unable to believe that Greyback was so lucky, but she didn't dare to express her disapproval...even if she uttered a cry, she would be afraid of being reprimanded by the Dark Lord.

"Master, master... I will give my all, everything... to your command..." Greyback said obsequiously.

Voldemort seemed amused by Greyback's struggle and begging for mercy, and he let out a shuddering laugh and said, "It doesn't take that much, all I need is your heart."

"Heart..." Fenrir Greyback froze, he muttered slowly,

"That's right, a werewolf...it can also be said to be a very strong werewolf heart...to verify my guess..."

The werewolf seemed to know what kind of fate he was going to face.He began to struggle wildly and violently, the expression on his face seemed to be even more desperate than before.

"No, don't...Master...you bypassed me...no no, kill me! Kill me!"

Voldemort's proposal drove Greyback crazy, and the guy even begged the Dark Lord to kill him.

The crazy despair on his face even frightened Bellatrix, and the female vampire swallowed nervously.

Greyback turned to face Crouch.

"Barty, Batty... Little Crouch... Please... Please... kill me."

Little Crouch turned his face away from Fenrir Greyback.

"Cut out the heart!"

A bloody light illuminated every corner of the room.

— with a squeak,
Like a cloth being cut by a knife,
Greyback seemed to be hung up suddenly, and then facing Voldemort's chest, he directly sliced ​​open the two halves...

Wormtail huddled in his chair in shock, nearly sliding to the floor.

In Voldemort's hands, Greyback's body didn't look like human flesh, but rather some kind of strange toy.

Then, grimly, the Dark Lord stood up, and with his wand raised, Greyback's body moved towards him.

Then he opened the glass box in front of him... Stretching his hand into it, he caught one from the gray-white beetle swarm,
The beetle's off-white shell is soft, like bread, and a finger mark is pressed down with a slight press...

It looks a little disgusting.

Voldemort was so precious with these worms, he spread them out in his hands, and then gently placed them in Greyback's opened chest...

The gray-white beetle immediately lay down on the werewolf's heart,

The worm suddenly pierced its mouthparts into it, continuously sucking blood,
The worm's body kept shaking, and the gray-white carapace gradually turned into black-red...

Greyback's heart shriveled, twisted, and melted into a goo... fused with the beetle.

At the same time, the fear and despair on Greyback's face... Gradually turned into a ferocious growl, as if yearning for something...

The eyeballs became cloudy, and the whites of the eyes completely occupied both eyes.

He couldn't say anything anymore.

Voldemort carefully inspected the fusion of the beetle and Greyback, and finally summoned a thick black mist from the corridor tunnel outside, and poured it directly into the werewolf's body from the split chest.

It wasn't until Fenrir Greyback's skin became wrinkled and grayed that the Dark Lord stopped,

He just tore Greyback's skin back, repaired it with flesh and blood... However, when everything returned to the 'original', the werewolf in front of him was completely different from before.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed.

With a bang, Greyback fell from mid-air to the ground next to the table, rolling down to Wormtail's feet.

Wormtail was so startled that he jumped onto the chair.

Voldemort raised his wand and stared at it, as if expecting something.

After a while, Greyback staggered and stood up again, growling...

irrational,

This voice...is not like human words.

The Dark Lord was overjoyed when he saw it, and he let out a grim, wicked laugh,
The sound echoed in the hall... echoed throughout the subterranean tunnels, mingling with Greyback's howl,
The sound of people chilling here has not been able to dissipate for a long time.

…………

Removing the [Blood Curse] made McGuffin happy, even after Dumbledore arranged for him to help Harry prepare for the 'Top Ten Tournament',
And then ask him to go...the orphanage where Voldemort once stayed and Gaunt's old house to explore, whether there are [Horcruxes] there... None of these terrible things can dispel his good mood.

Although to a certain extent, [Blood Curse] gave him the learning bonus of ancient magic and black magic, but after completing this task, he was able to harmlessly master [Parseltongue] and [Snake Transformation], which is enough to be a surprise, not to mention getting so many talent points at once.

This makes McGuffin feel pleasing to see everyone, happy no matter what happens.

Even the 'dinner warrior' Donald East Fork took his group of younger brothers and forced McGuffin to a corner in the corridor on the fifth floor, he still thought so.

"MacGuffin Albert...you Mudblood..."

Donald yelled bitterly, touching his wand and staring at the damned guy in front of him.

Although McGuffin was in a happy mood, he didn't want to be beaten 'for no reason', so he also drew his wand.

Both stare into each other's eyes.

The people around dispersed one after another, hid behind, and formed a circle.

"Come on, I won't be careless this time, your little cleverness of casting spells without a stick won't play a second role, this time I'm going to soak your head in the toilet..." he said viciously.

"McGuffin!" Hermione was stopped behind by the students of Ilvermorny School.

Harry is a little weird,
...What happened that night, so that Donald, a warrior, has been looking for trouble with McGuffin,
And McGuffin was always avoiding this guy, with a weird look on his face, a little apologetic and disgusted... and he didn't want to talk about it.

"Passed out!"

"Except your weapons!"

The two wands shot beams of light, collided in the air, splashed everywhere, and hit many other students watching the excitement,
The things on their bodies flew around, and some of them passed out directly.

With a wave of McGuffin's hand, comprehensive movement spells such as [Levitation Curse] and [Flying Curse] acted on Donald Eastfork.

However, after a hexagonal shield of light appeared on his body, Donald staggered slightly, and the spell no longer had any effect.

Donald smiled proudly at McGuffin, and immediately pointed his wand at McGuffin again.

"The fog is heavy!"

The tip of the McGuffin's wand belched puffs of thick fog, obscuring Donald's view.

"What a despicable way...confront me head-on!" Donald shouted angrily, and then——

"Storm!"

A small storm was summoned by Donald from his wand. The wind howled in the corridor. For a moment, everyone could hardly open their eyes. They tried to stand firm in the storm.

The dense fog that enveloped the entire corridor disappeared instantly.

The McGuffin was gone too.

"—fk!"

"Shameless coward!" Donald cursed loudly. He had already seen the McGuffin jump out of the window and flew away just like that.

McGuffin dropped Donald and slipped away.

Obviously, this Ilvermorni warrior couldn't fly out like McGuffin. This guy could only stay where he was in a rage, cursing at the honorless McGuffin.

"What's the fuss about here?"

A soft, annoying voice came from behind.

Snape separated the students and came over.

Some Slytherin wizards among the students immediately chirped to report.

"McGuffin Albert..."

Snape frowned in disgust, and he immediately spotted the three hapless Gryffindors who had stayed where they were.

"Harry...why didn't you stop this from erupting..."

"Thirty points from Gryffindor. You and Weasley are going to assist Mrs. Pince and Mr. Filch to tidy up the library tonight." Snape's voice was methodical, as slippery as if he had swallowed a lazy toad.

"I--"

This innocent disaster made Harry very angry. When he wanted to tell what to say, he was kicked by Ron and shut his mouth.

Seeing that Harry didn't answer directly, Snape immediately showed a look of great disappointment on his face. He curled his lips, and then looked at Donald Eastfork and the corridor that was being blown by the wind that was getting smaller... to make a mess.

He raised his wand, casually wiped away the remaining storm, and began to say to the Ilvermorny warrior, "Donald Eastfork... This is Hogwarts, you should understand that you should abide by the rules and regulations here, otherwise, what happened that night is not known only to those present..."

When Donald heard Snape's words, he immediately turned pale with fright, and he stared into Snape's eyes silently.

Half a minute later, the guy left here with his fanatical fans.

Before leaving, Snape calmly called Donald, "By the way, Ludo Bagman asked me to inform you warriors... In the afternoon, the warriors will gather in the staff lounge. Eleven warriors will take a group photo, be interviewed, and finally inspect their wands...This is a mandatory inspection...Everyone must come."

"Of course, Potter, you too." Snape said coldly.

Afterwards, the old bat left Harry and the others in this corridor, and he was allowed to leave only after they were asked to restore the place to its original state.

"Damn it, it's so unfair." Ron saw that Snape had really left the corridor, and immediately started yelling, he was very dissatisfied.

"Yeah, why did you do what you did, McGuffin, but we were the ones who got hurt... Snape, a bully guy." Harry also complained. When he closed the window, McGuffin saw that the situation had improved, and immediately flew back from the outside.

Hermione felt very envious when she saw the McGuffin flying around.

Faced with the anger of Harry and Ron, McGuffin could only convey in advance what he had discussed with Dumbledore (let him help Harry prepare for the game) in order to distract the two of them.

This trick was indeed very useful. At that time, after the corridor was cleaned up, the two of them stopped talking about the incident just now, and began to argue heatedly about 'what kind of duel'...it would really be useful for Harry to win the game.

In the afternoon, Harry entered the staff lounge on the first floor alone.

Except for the four long magical landscape paintings of 'Hogwarts Spring, Dawn, Autumn and Winter' hanging on the walls around here, everything else has changed.

All those armchairs, small tables have been pushed to the very back of the staff lounge, leaving a large space in the middle.

In the vacant place, long rows of desks were placed, covered with a piece of black velvet——

This forms a small rostrum.

Ten representatives of the magic school and Ludo Bagman from the Ministry of Magic were all sitting there, whispering to each other with relaxed expressions.

Dumbledore was among them...

This made Harry less nervous.

(End of this chapter)