Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

When the surrounding magic power is weak, there's no noticeable difference. However, when students arrive, the konjac activates a magic absorption spell to absorb some magic power from them. This not only ensures sufficient magic power for the battle, but also puts some pressure on the children, making their training in this environment more stressful.

Later, I will also plant some magic wand flowers around the stone statue for the konjac to absorb, so that the konjac will always have sufficient magic power.

After the statue is activated, the konjac will also provide it with magic power, so there is no need to worry about the students taking turns to fight and the statue running out of power, making their trip in vain.

Douglas went on to explain:

"The locations where the konjac is placed are the key parts of the wizard. Each konjac only provides magic power to this part. For example, if the arm is attacked by a certain magic, the konjac will cut off the magic power supply, and the arm will not be able to function, imitating the effect of human injury.

Of course, if someone could directly attack the heart of the statue, then the statue would immediately fail."

(Konjac: A plant that can absorb the magic of other creatures. Its roots can be used to make wands and other magical items.

Wand Flower: One of the main materials for making wands. Its flowers contain powerful magic and can be used to make wands.

Snape gave the statue the ability to cast various black magics, but due to the limitations of the materials, the power of these black magics would not be too great, and most of the magic was mainly for protection.

After all, it is not a real product of alchemy, and the stone statue will not attack actively. Only when stimulated by magic will it activate protective magic and release a black magic.

Douglas's mouth curled up slightly. He recognized that Snape's method of arranging dark magic was the same magic trap he set in the curse-breaking level.

Rather than asking students to fight against the stone statue, it is more like a process of breaking the curse.

After performing his trick, Snape glanced at Douglas's faint smile and said coldly:

"Now that we're done, do we still have to fight this statue before we can get in? If so, I'm going back to bed."

Douglas waved his hand quickly and said:

"Of course not. I've set up a password spell. As long as you say the password 'Merope Gaunt', the statue will activate the gate. But I hope this password is only known to the professor."

Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, Dumbledore explained:

"That was the name of Tom Riddle's poor mother..."

Albania is a very suitable holiday destination for Muggles, but for those decent wizards in the magical world, it is not a country worth lingering in.

This place has been known as the Land of Loneliness since ancient times and has always been the place of choice for some fleeing wizards. Dark magic was once prevalent here, and some wizards even conducted various cruel experiments here.

The country's population is not large, so the number of local wizards is limited. As a result, the country has not been able to establish its own Ministry of Magic. In the end, the affairs of the wizarding world were handed over to the International Confederation of Wizards.

Although the situation has improved a lot, it is still difficult for wizards here to be subject to any legal supervision except for the International Statute of Secrecy. The magical animals living in this land are killed at will, and various precious potion ingredients are smuggled out. This place is a paradise for poachers and smugglers.

Many guys who are being hunted by their country's Ministry of Magic come here to hide. These guys are not so law-abiding, and they often attack Muggles.

But the role of the International Confederation of Wizards is still limited. As long as it does not cause widespread panic among Muggles, most of the time they turn a blind eye.

In fact, they have no better solution.

The Albanian Black Forest occupies most of this land. Its trees are towering into the sky and its branches are lush, like a huge black ocean.

Here, you can hear all kinds of strange calls, see ghostly shadows floating everywhere in the depths of the forest, and feel the atmosphere of darkness and loneliness.

This is in the depths of a dark forest filled with a strange atmosphere, a winding cave hidden in the shadows of the dense forest.

This ancient cave, shrouded in darkness and mystery, seems to be the entrance to another world.

There were densely packed snakes circling around the cave entrance, including a 13-foot python, which occasionally spit out its snake core, alertly sensing everything around it.

The cave was dimly lit, with only a faint firelight illuminating some areas.

A hunched figure carefully stirred the large crucible in front of him with his wand.

At the same time, he stared at the fire nervously, fearing that the fire would go out or the potion would overlast. In the light of the fire, the face trembling with fear was that of Peter Perum, who had been wanted by the British Ministry of Magic for a long time.

Not far behind him, a poisonous snake coiled up, its eyes fixed on the crucible. Its scarlet eyes flashed with a strange light, indicating that this was not an ordinary snake.

Chapter 290 Wormtail

The cave was filled with a strange fragrance, the unique smell of potion, bitter yet tempting.

Unicorn blood, blood-cursed orc venom, and various precious magical herbs.

Wormtail (Peter Perrum's nickname) had been staring at this pot of potion for a whole month, and his thoughts began to wander.

He didn't know why he chose this place. To him, as long as he could escape the British wizarding world, he could survive in any country. Aurors from other countries wouldn't constantly keep an eye on a mouse with missing claws.

The moment he escaped from Hogwarts, he tried hard to get rid of the Aurors' pursuit. For some reason, he always felt that the scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

However, he still relied on his sudden inspiration to escape and ran all the way to Albania, which was a legendary paradise for criminals and a place that was out of reach of the British wizarding world.

When he arrived in Albania, he suddenly remembered something. He had heard Harry and Ron say with his own ears that their old master, the Dark Lord, had been hiding in Albania.

If he comes here and doesn't go to meet the other party, will he be liquidated in the future? Now he can't go back to Dumbledore's side, he still needs a powerful wizard to protect him.

So, after spending some time, he conquered most of the rats in Butrint where he was hiding and asked them to help him find the trace of the Dark Lord.

He himself was hiding in the sewer of a tavern run by a wizard at the edge of the forest, eavesdropping on various news.

It was unknown how long these dark days had passed, but there was still no news from the old master. After all, those mice had limited abilities, and most of those that entered the Black Forest never came out again.

Until one day, he ventured back to human form, covered in a black cloak, and sat in the middle of the bar.

In the dim light, the air was filled with all kinds of strange smells, the pungent smell of cigarettes, the smell of potions, even the smell of rotting animal entrails, and the strong smell of sewer swamps on his body. The mixture of various smells was even worse than the environment of the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade Village.

Not everyone in the tavern was as completely cocooned as Peter. After all, those who could make a living in the Albanian Black Forest were a group of lawless individuals. They worked in groups of three or four, doing their own things: trading, arguing, drinking, and bragging...

Peter ordered a glass of local black wine and savored it carefully. He didn't know how long it had been since he had a meal and a drink like a human. Eating the rough grilled steak, he suddenly missed the special pet food made by that guy.

When he thought of that guy, he couldn't help but shudder...

Suddenly, he heard two people chatting next to him say:

"...Lawrence is missing, but I suspect he was devoured by the legendary mysterious beast. The last time we were drunk, he mentioned going deep into the Black Forest to search for it, thinking it would be a good magical ingredient..."

"Um, it's that legendary mysterious evil beast that hides in a cave deep in the forest and devours every life it sees. Isn't that a Muggle legend?

Also, a few years ago, after the Muggle government was stabilized, didn't the people from the Federation go in to investigate? They just found a large nest of ordinary poisonous snakes in a cave, nothing special about it?

The Federation only made a public announcement to the Muggle government and didn't get rid of the snakes. But after that, there was peace for a year and no more disappearances occurred there."

"...You don't know, that was in the past. In the past two years, several sneaky wizards have disappeared there. But you know our group. The guys from the Federation don't care about our lives, and no one reports to them, so they haven't been caught...So that guy suspects that there really are some precious magical animals hidden there."

Hearing this news, the little eyes under the cloak turned. He didn't know why, but when the other party talked about a nest of poisonous snakes, he felt a sense of familiarity again. But when he thought about it carefully, it was normal for the Dark Lord, as a descendant of Slytherin, to be with a group of snakes.

So next, he carefully searched the depths of the Black Forest on his own, specifically looking for caves and even places where there were snakes.

After an unknown amount of time in this dark forest, he finally smelled a lot of snake feces. Out of his mouse instinct, he subconsciously prepared to escape, but soon he remembered that he could be a wizard again here.

However, he did not change back immediately. Instead, he quickly fled from here, found the place where he had hidden the wand before, and then returned again.

When he found the group of snakes again, he took a closer look and found that they were indeed a group of ordinary venomous snakes. However, in the center of the group, there was a thirteen-foot green python, as thick as a human thigh. It was spitting out its snake core, as if it would attack him at any moment.

At this time, a cold and hoarse voice was filled with joy:

"Nagini, don't worry, this is my old friend. Wormtail, my old friend, long time no see. Last time I was at Hogwarts, I was very happy when I heard that you had put that traitorous kid from the Black family into Azkaban. Now you have done something that I never expected.

But at the same time, I was sad to hear that you were dead and they still called you a hero. I wished that I was the one who gave you the reward..."

Before he could finish his words, a cobra next to the green python Nagini shrank rapidly, and a cloud of black mist rose from it.

The voice rang out again in the black fog:

"I'm sorry, my old friend, that you have to see me in this state after so many years of reunion. Look how weak I am now. Ordinary snakes simply can't support me in using more soul power..."

Wormtail nervously gripped the wand in his hand, and his voice began to tremble due to nervousness and fear. His knees couldn't help but weaken, and he knelt on the ground.

"Master... Lord Dark Lord... I am willing to sacrifice everything for you..."

He knew that he had no chance to run away now. In his first year, he heard Ron say that although the Dark Lord had been possessing Professor Lodge, he did not want to kill him.

In fact, when he came to find the Dark Lord, he was already prepared to sacrifice himself, and he even considered shaving his head.

Voldemort did not last long in the black mist state. He quickly picked a snake from the group and continued to possess it.

This time he sat cross-legged next to Nagini, his eyes glowing green as he stared at Wormtail crawling on the ground.

Chapter 291 When the Boss Calls You Brother

When Wormtail raised his head again, he seemed to see a terrifying smile on the face of a snake.

Voldemort's hoarse voice said again:

"I, the only descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin, leader of the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord, Voldemort, You-Know-Who, the Undead, the most dangerous Dark wizard in history...

No one in this world can kill me except myself. Even Albus Dumbledore, the patron saint of those fools, could only temporarily avoid me when I was at my peak.

Although, ten years ago, with the help of my dear old friend Mr. Peter Pellum, I..."

Hearing this, Wormtail thought that Voldemort was going to settle an old score with him, and he quickly prostrated himself on the ground again, trembling as he said hurriedly:

"Master, Master, I really didn't know Lily would hurt you. You are the great Dark Lord... I am your most loyal..."

While Wormtail was lowering his body, Voldemort quickly replaced his snake with another one. Because he was too excited just now, the snake had begun to wilted.

"Oh, my dear friend, it's not your fault. It was my carelessness that caused the Killing Curse to rebound upon me, ignoring the sacrificial magic that Lily Potter had cast before her death. No one, not even himself, could resist the curse of the great Voldemort.

Because of my carelessness, I was stripped of my body, leaving only shadow and vapor, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest spirit.

But, I am still living strong!

Just as my goal is to conquer death, I have come further on the path to immortality than anyone else.

You know my goal - to conquer death.

Now that I've been put to the test, it seems at least one or two of my experiments have worked...

For I did not die, though the spell was fatal. Yet, like the weakest creature, I was powerless and unable to help myself...

I have no body, and every spell that can assist me requires the use of a wand..."

Wormtail spoke again in a trembling voice:

"Master, my great Master, I... I am willing..."

Voldemort said softly with a hint of laughter in his hoarse voice:

"No, I don't need it. You are my friend, and that would hurt you. How could I bear to see my friend get hurt because of me?"

Wormtail's voice began to sob.

Voldemort said slowly:

"I remember those sleepless days and nights, when I just kept forcing myself to live, second by second...

I am hiding in this dark forest, waiting for my loyal Death Eaters, who will definitely find a way to find me.

Someone will surely come and use the magic that I cannot cast myself to return me to a physical body...

But I waited in vain..."

Wormtail shuddered and sobbed:

"Master, great master, your wait was not in vain. I am here. I escaped from Hogwarts. I heard about you and came to find you..."

Voldemort was silent. He looked at his former servant in front of him and said with some surprise:

"You escaped from Hogwarts? You heard about me?"

Wormtail quickly told how he had pretended to be dead to avoid trial all these years, how he had endured hardships and lurked in the wizarding world to find news about the Dark Lord, and later lurked beside Harry Potter, preparing to capture him and hand him over to the Dark Lord.

Then how did he escape from the pursuit of a group of Aurors, gather information from all kinds of sources, and finally determine the location of the Dark Lord and come to serve him.

Then it was emphasized that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts named Douglas Holmes had been successfully re-elected for a second term when he escaped.

A sneer appeared on Voldemort's snake face:

"Am I already so weak, or is this person truly capable? I used my identity as a Slytherin descendant to cast a curse in that position, and after all these years, he was still the first person to lift the curse. Interesting..."

Looking at Wormtail, who was still trembling and crawling on the ground, Voldemort's eyes flashed with disgust, and he continued to deceive: xь.

"My dear old friend, you've done very well. Being able to escape from a bunch of Aurors and find this place is already much better than I was back then."

Hearing this, Wormtail almost buried his head in the ground in front of him.

Voldemort quietly changed his body again and said with emotion:

"At that time, I could only wander around because I still had a little magic power left, which could help me possess other people. But I didn't dare go to crowded places because the Aurors were always looking for me.

Poor and humble me, stubbornly alive, possessing animals. As you can see, snakes are my favorite, but they're not much better than ghosts because their bodies aren't suitable for magic, and my possession shortens their lifespans. If I open my mouth to use them, they'll die even faster...

A full ten years have passed, from the Landes Forest in France to the Bohemian Forest in the Czech Republic; from the Galloway Forest in Scotland to the Belovezh Forest in Belarus... I finally met my old friend Nagini whom I had not seen for a long time in the forest of Albania.

With the help of Nagini, she cultivated a group of snakes that could possess me at any time, allowing me to survive...