Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 424 New Destiny
The young lady in the room did not respond, and there was a short silence.

"You are recovering well, Mister Dark Lord, if you are willing to stay in the forest, maybe you will get a healthy body in a short time."

Frank discovered the new world from this sentence. Someone actually named himself the Dark Lord?What is this, who would use such a strange nickname?Frank had a premonition that he was involved in a weird incident. Before him, the men and women in the house might not be good people who obeyed the rules.

"Healthy body, yes, yes—"

The speaking voice of the man called the Dark Lord was full of emotions, and he could finally hear some normal emotions.

"I have to admit, I never thought I'd do it this way. Yeah, it's wonderful to be able to restore my original powers if I just have to be patient, but—"

As soon as the Dark Lord's voice changed, his voice became icy again,
"I think you also know, Miss Corona, that forest has become unsafe, and the Ministry of Magic may show up there at any time, ah - I trust you, Miss Corona, those mobs will not Your opponent, but until I get my full power back, it will do us good to keep a low profile—”

"If you hadn't insisted on killing that woman, Bertha Jorkins—"

Frank could hear the anger in the cold voice of the woman whose name was confirmed to be Corona, but what Frank was more concerned about was that they killed a woman named Bertha Jorkins!

A homicide!
Blood was rushing through Frank's old veins, and his head was buzzing in a dazed way.

"Dealing with memories is not difficult for wizards, nor for us, but you still insist on killing her—I have no intention of criticizing your style of conduct, Mr. Dark Lord, but your actions undoubtedly put us in danger."

The atmosphere in the room became tense, and Frank almost thought that the pair of murderers were about to quarrel.

There was another disgusting silence, just when you, Frank, had decided to leave the old house and go to warn the villagers, the man who had always turned his back to him was speaking again.

"Processing memory. Yes, you did suggest that, Miss Corona, but I remember explaining it to you as well—"

The Dark Lord said coldly,
"Changing memory is not a safe way. If you meet a powerful wizard, the Forgetting Curse will not work. This has been confirmed when I interrogated her, hasn't it?"

The more Frank listened, the more confused he became, and the cold voice continued, but the tone became much smoother.

"We are allies who have gained mutual trust, aren't we, Miss Corona, you followed the instructions of your ancestors to find me, and you expect me to help you out of the predicament, but I have no one to rely on except you when I am in a trough, we are Allies who support each other, so we should be honest with each other. You still don't agree with the plan I feel to implement to restore strength, do you?"

The young lady's voice never sounded, only the man called the Dark Lord was talking to himself,
"I have my reasons for using that boy. I have expressed my firm determination to you, Miss Corona. I will not use anyone else. I have waited 13 years, and I will wait a few more months." No matter. As for the boy's close protection, I am sure my plan will work. By then, I will have no faults, and you, the end of many centuries of wandering."

The woman in the room was none other than Amosta, who had been searching for a year without any news, the contemporary priest of the Druids, Vitia Kriona.

Compared with a year ago, Vitia hasn't changed much.It's just that when facing the notorious Dark Lord in the wizarding world, her gentle and comfortable temperament disappeared, and her emerald eyes were always vigilant. When there was no wind, the slightly floating emerald green hair could prove that , her power is always ready to go.

"Mr. Dark Lord—"

Vitia lowered her eyes, avoiding her eyes on the monster curled up on the chair.Over the past year, she has regretted her impulsive decisions many times, even though such decisions came from the Two Snake Staff and the instructions of her ancestors.

If the druid had to rely on the power of the wizard to get out of the predicament, there were many candidates to choose from, but she undoubtedly found the worst one.

"We are not wizards, but we know what Harry Potter means to the wizarding world. You want to use him, even risking the anger of Albus Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore is just an old fool, he's long gone—"

Even Frank, who didn't understand anything, could tell that the Dark Lord seemed a little afraid of that man named Albus Dumbledore, and his refutation was full of humiliation.

The faint firelight in the fireplace reflected Vitya's fair cheeks, and formed a beautiful silhouette on the moth-eaten wooden floor full of holes.

The Dark Lord. Or rather, Voldemort—
This is definitely not a wizard that a Druid who respects life and nature will appreciate, but, by fate, they stand together.

"Even so—"

Vitya knew that she couldn't convince the evil wizard in front of her, but she still hoped that he could maintain some sanity.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Vitia's voice was exhausted, "Hogwarts has more than Albus Dumbledore."

Not counting the guy in front of him who has desecrated his life and has been completely reduced to a devil and monster, the wizard who boarded the island of Avalon with him is the most powerful and dangerous wizard that Vitia has ever seen in her life. To this day, Vitia couldn't even forget that in the temple in the center of the island, after she got the Double Snake Staff, the man's eyes made her feel trembling anger.

Amosta Blaine.

This man's reputation used to shine only in the underground world of wizards, but recently, his reputation has gradually become known to the world.

"Head of Student Safety at Hogwarts, Amosta Brayne - Mister Dark Lord, you read the wizard's newspaper, he may be more dangerous."

If it is said that the person the Dark Lord fears is Albus Dumbledore, then Vitia tried her best to avoid running into Amosta Bryan again, but she knew in her heart that since she chose to follow the tradition left by her ancestors After the prophecy, this day will come sooner or later.

"Amosta Blaine, oh, the young man who killed Greyback?"

The Dark Lord was obviously amused, and he said, obviously jokingly,
"Yes, yes, the prophet said that he killed Fenrir and many of his men by himself, but Miss Corona, this is not a difficult task. If you ask me, it is very difficult for me. It's easy for you, isn't it, why should we worry about a clown being promoted by Dumbledore?"

Vitia's bright eyes flickered, and she was unwilling to say a word.

Voldemort knew that he hadn't convinced the little girl, but he didn't care at all, as long as she was willing to obey his orders, and her offense to the great Dark Lord, he would punish her accordingly after he got her body back.Of course, he wouldn't kill her, after all, the Lord Dark Lord rewarded those who helped.

After she completely obeyed, and after the wizarding world was completely under control, he would help Vitia Corona get rid of the forces that persecuted them.After all, the Holy See is quite prestigious in the Muggle world, and destroying this power will make Muggles more intuitively aware of Voldemort's greatness.

A little thought passed through Voldemort's mind, and he smiled coldly,

"I think I've convinced you, haven't I, Miss Corona, then, before we break, let's entertain tonight's mystery guest—"

Mystery guest?

Frank's head went down for a moment, and in the next moment, many things happened.

He finally saw the man's real body emerging from behind the high-back soft chair. What kind of monster was that? The strong visual impact made the frightened Frank's eyes go dark.

"Nagini!"

"Don't hurt any more innocent lives!"

The two shouts sounded almost at the same time, and the green glow and bleak green light penetrated his drooping eyelids. Frank had no time to care about the strange sentence he heard, and completely passed out.

Meanwhile, two hundred miles away.

In the bedroom at No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry woke up from his dream with cold sweat on his forehead.









(End of this chapter)