Hogwarts: Where are the Pokémon?

Chapter 147 Put on Pants, Voldemort!
The cemetery in Little Hangleton Town was sunny, and the hot weather made the pale Karkaroff a little uncomfortable. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he walked quickly to the front of a tombstone.A dazzling name is engraved on the tombstone.

—Tom Riddle.

It wasn't Voldemort himself, though, but his Muggle father.

To be honest, until today, Karkaroff could never have imagined that Lord Voldemort, who led the pure-blood wizards to massacre Muggles, was actually a half-blood.

This is really absurd and ridiculous. They pursue the supremacy of pure blood, but in the end they followed in the footsteps of a half-blood wizard.But this idea was suppressed by Karkaroff as soon as it came up.

Pure blood supremacy?

Never!
In the magic world, only strength comes first!
"Hurry up! Take out the cauldron! I need a baby as a container!" Voldemort, who was possessed by the rune snake, couldn't wait. He was about to regain his body and experience the beauty of this world again.

Those traitors who thought they were dead, just wait until they are resurrected to see their horrified expressions.

Of course, he never forgave betrayal!
"Yes, my master!"

Karkaroff quickly set up the cauldron. The size of the cauldron didn't look like it was used to boil potions, but more like it was used to boil an animal.

Under Karkaroff's modulation, the potion in the crucible quickly turned into a diamond-like color, and the surface of the potion was as solid as a mirror.

"Where's the baby?"

"Where is the baby?" Seeing this, Voldemort became more urgent, "I don't want to be resurrected with the body of a snake!"

"Already on the way, master!" Karkaroff finished his sentence when he heard a "snap" not far away, like a whip lashing the air.

A middle-aged man with dull eyes and dressed in Durmstrang's wizard robes walked over quickly, holding a baby in his hand.

"Hurry up, bring him here!" Voldemort was eager to see through.

It was a child of a wizarding family, and with Voldemort's arrogance, he wasn't even going to resurrect a Muggle baby with his life.

"Ah, I've waited too long!"

He couldn't wait to get away from the rune snake, and got into the baby's nostrils like a cloud of black air.Then, immediately, the baby turned ugly.

His facial features were beyond recognition, and his originally fair body was covered with black scales.

"Hurry up, put me in!"

Karkaroff suddenly felt fear at this moment, but it is impossible to stop now.

He tremblingly put the baby's body into the cauldron, raised his wand tremblingly, and closed his eyes: "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

The grave under Karkaroff's feet cracked open, and a wisp of black dust floated from the grave and fell gently into the cauldron.The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turning a vivid blue.

But soon, the potion in the crucible changed again, and the bright blue center suddenly twisted and turned into something like a green flame.

Voldemort, who had been submerged in the potion, immediately sensed something was wrong, but he was completely submerged in the hot potion, unable to make a sound, and being a baby's body, he couldn't break free from it.

Only the potion, which was originally calm, was bubbling violently like boiling magma water.

Karkaroff didn't notice it, he aimed his wand at his left hand, and the magic power immediately pierced his arm like a knife, and his voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "Servant—— Meat - voluntarily donated to regenerate - your master."

"what--"

Shrill cries pierced the sky over the cemetery, but Little Hangleton was unnoticed.

Karkaroff plopped the severed arm into the cauldron.The dark green potion immediately turned into fiery red, revealing a strong light as if it was burning!

But after burning, it showed a kind of death-like gray, like the ashes left after the grass and trees were burned.

"The blood of the foe...forced to sacrifice...can bring your enemy...to life."

Karkaroff endured the pain, sweat dripped from his face, his lips became very pale due to excessive blood loss, and he looked as if he was about to faint!
He staggered to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.Karkaroff finished his task, knelt down beside the cauldron, swayed, and collapsed on the ground, panting for breath while holding his bleeding broken arm.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a dazzling white and then into a deep purple-black, and it continued to boil, diamond-like sparks splashed in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into black velvet s color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white mist in front of his eyes, Karkaroff saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

No, he was paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits for nostrils...

It was Voldemort.

The only surprising thing is that there is still a scar on Voldemort's head at this time.It makes him look like a dark version of Harry Potter.

Karkaroff couldn't help but wonder if he had left Harry Potter with the same scar the night he tried to kill him.

Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes fixed on Karkaroff.

Karkaroff immediately responded with a flattering smile. He thought that although he had betrayed Voldemort, at least helping Voldemort regain his body now was considered a great achievement, and maybe he could get a little reward from Voldemort.

"Owner--"

But what greeted him was Voldemort's wrath!

This terrifying man didn't even have time to put on his robe, so he stepped on Karkaroff's head forcefully, knocking Karkaroff's head to the ground with great force.

"You——" Voldemort's sharp voice was like a knife cutting on the glass, just listening to it made people shudder.

"Tell me Karkaroff—what did you put in my potion? You want me dead?"

Voldemort didn't even have a wand in his hand, but Karkaroff didn't dare to resist at all, and lowered his head humblely.He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and his voice was very weak from sobbing.

"I—Master—I didn't—how dare I—"

"You said no?" Voldemort seemed to have been greatly insulted, he opened his palm, and the wand in Karkaroff's hand flew towards his hand uncontrollably.

After more than ten years, holding the wand again, Voldemort's heart was even more surging.

This long-lost sense of power made him want to destroy something, and right now, there happened to be a living target!
"You betrayed me, Karkaroff."

"I, I don't have a master..." Karkaroff clutched his arms, tears falling down like a broken embankment.

But Voldemort didn't listen to his explanation at all.

"You've let me down, Karkaroff. I thought you'd be a loyal servant. But you—you want me to die!"

"I haven't, master, I haven't..."

"Vicious! But you should be happy, I'm very merciful!" Voldemort sneered, and the tip of the handed wand glowed green.

Killing Karkaroff with Karkaroff's wand is indeed an interesting thing.

He'd always heard it said that the wand chose the wizard before, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

"I really did you no harm—forgive me, please—"

"Why are you begging my forgiveness if you really did nothing?"

Karkaroff: ? ? ?
"Avada Kendawa—"

The powerful death curse suddenly fell down like a thunderbolt!

In an instant, Karkaroff felt that his vision had been filled with green light, and his heart was as cold as dead ashes.

However, Voldemort saw that his gnawed melon was about to fall on the body of the card frame Oufu. The next moment, another red light suddenly struck, cutting off the death curse. The death curse flew away.

"who?"

His own attack was cut off, and Voldemort immediately raised his bald head, looking angrily and vigilantly at the direction from which the curse came.

On the one hand, he was annoyed that someone dared to split his melon, but also worried that the person who split the melon was called Dumbledore Huaqiang.

If this is the case, then his life may be lost today, and he was finally resurrected, and there may be another accident.

However, it was a young figure who slowly walked out from the edge of the cemetery.

Of course Voldemort knew this man, and he fought him last year when he was still possessed by Quirrell!And when he snatched the Philosopher's Stone, he also blocked his own death curse.

"Charlene Gold?"

He was relieved.

As long as the person who came was not Dumbledore, Charlene Gold was indeed talented, but now that he had regained his strength, he was not afraid.

"It seems that you have tampered with the potion?" Voldemort lifted the soles of his black feet from Karkaroff's head, and looked arrogantly at Charlene with his nose, "I almost wronged you." My faithful servant."

"Do you think that little trick of yours can prevent me from being resurrected?" He walked slowly towards Charlene, his tone brisk and full of contempt, "Charlene Gold, I remember we were in Hogwarts. You talked about the power of the dark arts when I was with you, and you've got a bit of talent—"

"Now, if you bend down, kiss the back of my feet, and swear to follow in my footsteps, I will show you my mercy."

His tone seemed to be giving a gift, but his eyes were extremely cruel.

kindness?

My greatest mercy, Voldemort, is to let you die without pain!
If Voldemort could forgive Xia Lin for his hands and feet in his resurrection potion, then he would not be called Voldemort.

But Xia Lin was unmoved. Instead, he tilted his head and watched Karkaroff run away tremblingly like a beaten stray dog ​​with his tail between his legs.

And he didn't dare to run too far, lest Voldemort think him useless.

"How dare you ignore me?" Voldemort didn't get a response from Xia Lin, and he felt humiliated.He was so angry that he felt that what happened in front of him was so ridiculous.

How dare someone in this world ignore the most terrifying Dark Lord?
"Not even Dumbledore can ignore me! But you—"

His two snake-like nostrils seemed to spit Fiendfire.

"Sorry—" Hearing Voldemort's angry voice, Xia Lin focused on him, and he was full of apology, "I didn't mean to ignore your Mr. Voldemort, I was just giving you time."

"what?"

"Obviously——" Xia Lin glanced lightly across Voldemort's body, and immediately moved away as if seeing something dirty, "It's a civilized society now, Mr. Voldemort, you are a little—— affecting the appearance of the city .I think you could wear a piece of clothing to sort of separate you from those wild critters by the side of the road, don't you think?"

Now, why didn't Voldemort know that Xia Lin was playing tricks on him? He was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling, but before he had time to say anything, he heard Xia Lin continue to say:
"Also, I have to say, when you said 'not even Dumbledore dare ignore you', it sounded like 'even my dad didn't hit me', don't you think?" Xia Lin's eyes were aggressive, but there was a smile on his face, showing no hostility at all.

It was precisely this that made Voldemort even more angry.

However, at least he conjured a black robe for himself first, so that he didn't continue to expose his body that looked like it had been roasted by charcoal fire.

Those who knew thought he had been half-dead for more than ten years, but those who didn't know thought he had gone to dig coal!
"very good!"

"Charlene Gold, you remind me of the old days." Voldemort suppressed his anger, but seemed a bit more tolerant.

"The time before? When you seduced the rich woman?" Xia Lin took a look at him, then shook his head randomly, "You really can only rely on your memories now. To be honest, I heard Dumbledore say that you were handsome before. Thinking about how it turned out like this now. Xiaotang, where is your nose?"

"But at least you've solved the problem of most British men becoming Mediterranean by middle age, because you're just going bald."

Voldemort: ...

"You may think you are very humorous, but when I was not so famous, there were people who respected me so much! Later, they all died!"

Voldemort's index finger and middle finger gently held Karkaroff's wand, and he was like a music conductor, gracefully gliding across his body.

However, the next moment, the battle started without warning!

I saw Voldemort flicked his wrist, and immediately raised his wand upwards, and a spell flew out like an arrow!
"Avada Kendawa—"

(End of this chapter)