The villagers of Little Hangleton used to be afraid of a house on the hillside. In that old house called 'Riddle House', there used to be a group of richly dressed nobles riding tall white horses.
Now it is covered with vines and overgrown with weeds. The broken windows creak in the howling wind. The half-opened window frames occasionally hit the pillars with grapevines and graceful girl reliefs, adding a bit of desolation after the ruins.
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You know, a terrible thing happened here.
The Riddle family all died tragically overnight, and the cause of death is unknown!
Of course, there is not always anyone here. Frank Bryce is the gardener of the Riddle family, and he was once suspected of being the murderer of the Riddle family.
No one knows whether he has nowhere to go or whether he is nostalgic for his old master. This old man has been waiting in this old house.
No one cares much about what will happen to Frank. Maybe he will die of illness in a corner of this big house one day, or maybe he will be devoured by a terrible demon. No one cares.
Frank is indeed dead.
He was hung upside down under an apple tree in the old house, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, reflecting the light of the fire not far away, and gradually falling into a pool of blood on the ground.
That ball of fire was in the banquet hall of Riddle House.
The flames rose, but no one felt a trace of warmth. Only bursts of coldness seemed to spread from the bones.
The coldness spread and climbed up toward a bathtub that looked like a cauldron on the ground. The green potion inside gathered together, stimulating the bubbles rising at the bottom of the bathtub and causing them to burst.
As the bubbles exploded, the murmurs from the people walking around also became vast and empty, completely weird.
It was so weird that it seemed like there was no trace of life in it.
So at this moment, there are so many people wearing black wizard robes, waving ears of wheat, branches, dove corpses and other things in a circle, all chanting ancient Greek incantations.
"Sanchekman~"
A low and strange cry sounded. Bella held a silver dagger upside down and drew it heavily on her palm, causing blood to drip into the bathtub medicine.
The blood seemed to be alive, smeared in the dark green liquid, and gradually turned into a floating shadow.
Bang bang~
Bang bang~
A heartbeat came from the cauldron. Then, the dark green liquid shook, and the figure of a middle-aged wizard with a handsome nose and black hair suddenly appeared in the bathtub.
Bella was so excited that she laughed nervously, bent down, and stared at the figure in the cauldron, her eyes full of fascination.
At this moment, the middle-aged wizard suddenly opened his eyes, which were such a unique pair of eyes, as dark as ink, but with a faint scarlet light.
Bella happily performed the wizard etiquette of salute, bent down and bowed, and then stretched out her hand to help the person in the bathtub sit up.
Little Barty looked a little excited and walked up carrying a wizard's robe.
"Master, congratulations on your resurrection!"
Voldemort stood up from the bathtub completely, put on his wizard robe under the service of Bella and Barty Jr., and another Death Eater handed him the Elder Wand.
"No, Barty, you are wrong!"
Voldemort chuckled, "I'm not just resurrected!"
He held the wand in his backhand and raised it gently, "I found that I have completely recovered. Voldemort and Tom Riddle have completely achieved a perfect fusion."
"And the stones that blocked our road in the past have been turned into dust with the explosion, and the possibility has been completely lost!"
Suddenly, the people around him shouted 'Holy Riddle' and fell to their knees, raising their hands in the air and roaring.
"Go for it!"
Voldemort shouted loudly, "Go spread the news and let everyone know that the second epoch-making duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald is taking place in New York!"
"The terrible Grindelwald controlled the sub-wizard mercenaries and brought a nuclear bomb, completely destroying that beautiful Muggle city!"
"Dumbledore is great!"
"He prevented Grindelwald from doing more harm and died together with Grindelwald!"
"Go and tell everyone that Grindelwald brutally killed members of the Order of the Phoenix, killing Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, Frank Longbottom, Al
Liz Longbottom…”
"Go and tell everyone that Grindelwald brutally killed the future of the wizarding world - Anthony Weasley, who had the potential to rival Dumbledore!"
"Go tell everyone that Grindelwald brutally killed their savior, Harry Potter, and killed Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and many other outstanding students!"
"Kill these young children, they are still just children~"
"Go, tell everyone..." The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up with inexplicable pride.
"This is simply terrifying. If I were a saint, I would be extremely scared right now!" Bella screamed nervously.
Little Barty also laughed, "Yes, maybe they can only get shelter by seeking refuge with 'Holy Lord Riddle', otherwise they will definitely be killed by crazy people!"
In the corner of the crowd, Snape's head was buzzing as he listened to all this in disbelief.
Anton is dead?
Dumbledore is dead?
Professor McGonagall and these colleagues are dead?
Lupine is dead?
Those vivid smiling faces flashed through his memory so quickly, that even just a few hours ago, he had a few words with Lu Ping.
After exchanging information, he for the first time told this dusty 'enemy' to be careful, and the good old man Lu Ping also looked at him worriedly, hoping that he could return safely after lurking.
At that moment, his heart was warm. Maybe everything in the past could not be easily let go, but after experiencing so many terrible and cruel pasts, these had turned into strong emotions. Looking at such a familiar face, doing the following
Being involved in espionage activities that are as dangerous as myself, I can't help but feel a little concerned about it.
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died?
Especially Dumbledore and Anton, dead?
Just die like this?
Aren't they particularly powerful?
Wouldn't it be so funny!
Crystal tears were rolling in his eyes, but he could only kneel on the ground and raise his hands with other Death Eaters to shout, swallowing the sadness and hatred in his heart!
He had no choice but to swallow it!
After Lily died, he faced Voldemort again, and this is what he did, swallow it!
Waiting for the opportunity!
What he wants is revenge, not just venting useless emotions!
"Hey hey hey~"
Voldemort watched each Death Eater salute to him and then disapparate away, and couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.
Accompanied by Bella and Barty Jr., he walked step by step in front of Snape, who was kneeling blankly, and stared at the top of his head, "Dumbledore is dead~"
"Anton is dead~"
"Professor McGonagall is dead~"
"They are all dead~"
Every sound and every word hit Snape's heart hard, but he could only struggle to raise his head and show a smile that was uglier than crying, "Congratulations...congratulations, master."
"No~"
Voldemort bent down and gently helped Snape up, staring into his eyes, "Congratulations to you too, Headmaster Snape!"
Snape looked at Voldemort in astonishment, somewhat at a loss, "Headmaster?"
"Yes!" Voldemort carefully patted the dust on Snape's wizard robe and said softly, "Bella will be responsible for accepting all the saints who surrender, Barty Jr. will organize all the forces of the Ministry of Magic, and you
, Severus Snape, you will be in charge of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Voldemort didn't notice that little Barty's face suddenly twitched. With a tremor, his eyes became cold and fierce, and he slowly pulled out the wand from the wizard's robe.
But before little Barty could make a move, strange whirlwinds suddenly appeared on Voldemort's body.
The whirlwind seemed to be filled with mist composed of countless gray and black lines, carrying terrifying magic fluctuations, pulling Voldemort back behind him as if he was going back in time.
"No! What's wrong with me!" Voldemort struggled to raise his hand, wave his wand, and release magic, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't control his body.
Under everyone's astonished eyes, he walked backwards to the front of the bathtub little by little, stood in with backward steps, sat down backwards, and lay down backwards.
Bobo Bobo~
A string of blisters sprouted from his panicked face, from his mouth and nostrils.
Then, he seemed to melt and became blurry in the dark green liquid.
"Master!" Bella rushed forward like crazy and tried her best to grab Voldemort in the bathtub, but she could only pull up an empty and wet wizard's robe.
She looked at all this in disbelief, and tremblingly bent over and reached out to stir the liquid in the bathtub, but the figure of the great Lord Riddle was nowhere to be seen.
Little Barty clenched the wand in his hand hard and stared coldly at Bella's back. Finally, a little wary of Snape's presence behind him, he quietly put away the wand again, his face distorted and shaking again.
"Master!" Little Barty was stunned for a moment, and then he also jumped forward in surprise.
Only Snape stood there with a strange look on his face. The gray-black mist was really not too familiar...