The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(The text has officially come to an end, the fox has to think carefully about the ending)

Recently, there have been several cases of disappearances in coastal areas and small towns in the UK. A lot of blood and animal scratches were found at the scene of the crime, but without exception, the bodies of the victims were not seen.

Especially in the village of Little Hangleton, none of the villagers were spared...

"Excuse me, is it a cult... or a terrorist attack?" A reporter was stopped at the gate of the checkpoint, and the entire small valley was surrounded by heavily armed troops.

The entire small village was in a commotion, but countless people who wanted to find out had no choice but armored reconnaissance vehicles drove in with eyes full of curiosity and excitement that couldn't be concealed.

Before that, there was a fire that soared into the sky, and some people even suspected that the British government was conducting research on secret military weapons here.

In countless versions of the story, the beginning is always the same:

On a clear winter morning, when it was only a little light, the police detectives on patrol drove a car and returned to the small village, only to find that all the people in the village had died overnight.

Just as shocking as the 'Richard case' over 50 years ago...

The wooden door of the only "Hustleman" bar in Little Hangleton Village seemed to be torn apart by something, and there were a few conspicuous bullet holes on the wooden board.

Hammers Corden was wearing non-slip gloves and touched a few bullet holes. The flashlight and sunlight illuminated the interior of the room, and the rubber soles of his leather boots creaked against wood chips and glass shards.

The shotguns left on the ground and the bullets scattered on the ground all show the resistance of the owner of this shop.

He knelt on the ground carefully, and picked up a black hair on the corner of the table with tweezers. The police confirmed that it was wolf hair. The evidence seemed to prove that it was an attack by a pack of wolves... But... where is the corpse?

"Mr. Mike, it's a werewolf---" Hammers Corden had some horrible knife marks on his bald head.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mike Becker loaded the Mossberg M590 shotgun, and the 8.5C bullets can tear apart the flesh of ordinary people in an instant. "This is a village of people!"

"The bad news is that they may all be transformed into werewolves; but the good news is that the ones that become food won't be," Hymes said with a cold joke.

At this time, footsteps came from inside, and the two pointed their flashlights at the inside of the room one after another.

The wine bottles were all smashed, and the liquor flowed down the shelf to the ground, tick-tock-tick... The breathing sound inside the gas mask became heavier, what could be inside?Is it a werewolf hiding in the cellar?

Is it eating the corpse of a villager...

"That's not good news!" The person inside came out holding a wooden stick with lights, "Dead people may become ghosts"

It was Albus Dumbledore, Hammers breathed a sigh of relief, and held down the gun raised by his companion.

After sending Cyrus to Nurmengard, Dumbledore ran here non-stop, but unfortunately, after he came from the cemetery behind, he could smell a bloody smell just standing at the door.

Except for the police officers who went out to patrol that night, there was no survivor.

"Very good... there are ghosts that suck human souls, vampires, and now there are werewolves and walking corpses?" Mike sneered hoarsely, "Next, will there be a world war of zombies?"

"Inferi, that is a kind of thing that is summoned by black magic, but has no life and soul." Dumbledore explained, "They will only obey the controller...because of the existence of this..."

He pinched it with his index finger and thumb. It was a ring with a black spar inlaid on it. It looked like a black diamond, and the edges and corners emitted a faint black light.

While it is beautiful, it also has an evil feeling. The two 'Rainbow' operators just stared at it for a while, and they couldn't help but feel chills down their backs.

"It seems that the story I told my grandson has come true." Mike left the dealings with his friends, turned and left, "I'll tell the back staff to keep them away from here at night."

Dumbledore couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart as he looked at the messy tavern.

A village died in one night, even the children were not spared, he couldn't help looking at the ring in a daze... Is this why Voldemort wanted to swear his return?

The wind poured in through the shattered windows, blowing the light bulbs hanging overhead.

"How is Mr. Prime Minister?"

"We plan to tell the story slowly... There is no way to hide it!" Hammers stared at the hair of a werewolf shaved by the nails on the corner of the table, and squeezed it in his fist, "If there is a war, it must be be prepared"

Dumbledore hesitated, glancing at his surviving liaison equipment.

"Is there magic in this?"

"Ah...the two captains, Cyrus and Granger, there aren't too many at the moment, because the wizard can make the machine malfunction...so I modified some." Haymes has read the information about Dumbledore, although it is Wizard, but respectful as well.

In the 'Joint Plan', he can be regarded as an equal to the Prime Minister.

Dumbledore looked at the remaining magic on him, and obviously understood what Cyrus and Hermione were thinking:

Based on the experience that Muggle electronic items carried in Hogwarts would lose their effectiveness, communication facilities were improved to prevent attacks from magical events.

Wizards can use simple magic to disable electronic equipment, and the head and tail of the team can't communicate, so they can easily be cut off in the middle and unable to respond to each other.

For example, at the beginning of the war, Downing Street was attacked, maybe the Prime Minister was captured by Death Eaters, and the reinforcements in the rear could not receive news.

"Inferi love moisture and are afraid of light and fire... By the way, tell Prime Minister John to be careful of the Ministry of Magic"

Dumbledore changed the subject. He didn't know if this was good or bad. Maybe it was a bad thing for wizards, but it was a kind of security for Muggles. The future was getting more and more unclear.

Freshman... what kind of freshman?Hopefully it's the one he wants.

Forget it, no matter what, tell Cyrus the bad news first, let him prepare early.

.........

"Owner...everything is ready"

"Very good, Lucius~ It seems that you are not worthless"

In the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, a large group of Death Eaters huddled together, and Voldemort, who looked like a snake face, sat on the main seat, and the owner of the manor, Lucius Malfoy, was prostrate on the ground.

He kissed the Dark Lord's robe that was dragged on the floor, his lips turned white, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had just experienced a torture.

"Malfoy, although you use me as a weapon...but I forgive you." Voldemort leaned gently on his back, and Pettigrew Peter quickly handed over his wand.

"No..." Narcissa begged in fear.

"They are still useful, don't be so anxious." Riddle crossed his legs and played with a pocket watch. "Since Fudge has allowed it, then you can get what you want safely."

Voldemort held his wand, and the red light emitted made the Death Eaters behind him afraid to look up, and they bent even deeper.

"Bellatrix, go and announce my return to the world~" Voldemort kicked off the pale Lucius, and ordered to the only Death Eater standing in the manor.

The witch, Bellatrix, was crazy, and she was extremely excited about Voldemort's order. Her sharp nails scratched the forehead bone, the bridge of the nose, and finally held it in her mouth.

"Let Malfoy take you into the Department of Mysteries... Narcissa stays at the manor." Riddle distributed everyone's tasks lightly.

"Don't order my servants!" Voldemort twisted his body, staring at him with red light in his snake-like eyes, and the python beside him also stood upright, which made Pettigrew a little uneasy and backed away again and again.

"It's just a suggestion...you don't have to listen to it" But Riddle was unmoved.

"Hmph! Didn't you hear?!" Voldemort glanced greedily at the other's wand, and finally ordered them hoarsely, "If you don't get back what I want...you can all die, traitors"

Then he said to the thick-haired Fenrir, "Throw the uneaten Muggles to the dementors..."

"As I said, Harry Potter isn't your focus," Riddle told him slowly, "it's the Mudblood... Believe me, I dreamed about her. The world is bigger than you think. ..”

"After I'm done with Harry, no one can stop me!"