Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 404: Voldemort is about to enter the countdown to his resurrection

When Hermione lamented that she had met the wrong person, she could never have imagined that Voldemort was also lamenting the same thing on a small island in the middle of the North Sea thousands of miles away.

In the fortress on this small island, Voldemort, now a dilapidated old man, just wanted to curse.

He originally wanted to take over Antonin Dolohov's body and take in all the other serious criminals except his own Death Eaters.

Some of them were as skilled in magic and as cruel as his Death Eaters.

But what he didn't expect was that when he revealed his identity, subdued the Dementors and released his men, his lovely Death Eaters gave him a surprise - they killed all the prisoners except them.

Facing Voldemort's question: [“Master, we have all been holding it in for too long.”

"With you here, we won't lack followers!" explained the Mulcerber father and son.

"Master, I am the same as you!" Little Crouch laughed as he looked at his father's body.

"My master, you have finally come to pick up your poor Bella." Bellatrix Lestrange looked at Voldemort, who looked like Antonin Dolohov, with the eyes of a lover. The corpse beside her also proved that she had also released her desire.

Her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, looked on as if it was natural for his wife to flirt with Voldemort, and his brother, Rabastan Lestrange, also looked as if he was used to it.

Similarly, there were several corpses lying around them.

"I just wanted to kill someone!" Travers, who killed Marlene McKinnon and her family, said aggrievedly.

Voldemort felt like his blood vessels were about to explode!

Possessed by a sea serpent, he swallowed several wands and came here with great difficulty just to raise his arms and counterattack the Ministry of Magic.

But these talented people under his command used the magic wands he gave them to do these terrible things.

But he couldn't be angry because they were all his loyal apostles.

Bella was his lover. She, her husband, her husband's brother, and Crouch Jr. even tortured Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to death after his death just to find information about him.

As for the Mulcerbers, their entire family had devoted themselves to his work, and they were the only ones left.

Travers was very powerful, and after killing someone, he did not forget to remind others to bring the body over - the wizard's body was the best material for refining black magic props.

"nothing."

"I just think it's a pity."

"Perhaps you don't know, but Arthur Weasley became the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he moved all the minor criminals to another prison."

"These guys you killed were all close to our team in terms of values ​​and strength." Voldemort, who had failed many times, gave a rare long explanation.

However, he was not worried at all that these monsters under his command would discover that something was wrong with him.

After so many years in prison, their already twisted minds have become even more deranged.

Not to mention that he explained patiently, which was unusual for him. Even if he said he wanted to make peace with Dumbledore now, some of them, such as Travers, would agree to kiss Dumbledore's toes if they asked him to.

"Pure-blood traitor!"

"You scum deserve to be cut into pieces!" Murser and his son spat.

"Father, open your eyes and take a look. Hahahaha - the Weasley you looked down upon has taken your place." The filial son, Crouch Jr., stepped on Crouch Sr.'s face. "Can your father be resurrected so I can kill him again?" Travers squatted down, poked Crouch Sr.'s shriveled cheek with his wand, and stared at Crouch Sr.'s neck.

"Master, it's all my fault!" Bella knelt down at the feet of Dolohov's version of Voldemort.

Even Voldemort couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Compared with the ugly and unreliable guy, Bella, who was willing to apologize and admit her mistakes, seemed particularly cute in his eyes.

If he wasn't using someone else's body now, and Bella hadn't taken care of herself for so many years, he would have wanted to do pleasure again in front of her husband Rodolphus.

"We need to do one thing now - use the location of this island and the Dementors to build a fortification that no other wizards can break into."

"Be quiet, both of you—young Crouch, put down your father's head. Travers, stop tugging at that corpse's clothes."

"You all need to study patiently. You will later activate the magic that the evil wizard Axtis added to this fortress, and I will work with the Dementors to modify it."

"Bella, what's your problem?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows.

"Master, why don't we just attack the Ministry of Magic?" Bella raised her hand.

"Master! I want to chop off Arthur Weasley's head. No, all of his family's! There are nine of them! How beautiful it would be to pile their heads together!"

"That must be more interesting than Marlene McKinnon's family!" Travers smiled innocently and raised his hand like a child answering a teacher's question.

“Maybe you don’t know.”

"Dumbledore used my body and my remaining soul to create a younger me where I failed, and brainwashed him into believing that wizards should protect Muggles."

"That younger me is still the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. But, fortunately, he is still not as strong as I am."

"Moreover, the loser Grindelwald was also invited out of Nurmengardi by Dumbledore. Igor Karkaroff is now under his command, using Durmstrang as his base."

"But don't worry!"

"Do you know what all this is for?"

“They’re scared!”

"They're afraid of my resurrection!"

"I'm afraid I'll regain my strength as the best in the world!"

"For me, Dumbledore is even willing to abandon his principles - give up his so-called love!" Voldemort said with a shrill laugh.

"So, in order to buy time for my resurrection, we must first establish an unbreakable base." Voldemort stroked his beard (Dolohov's body).

"Master, you are so charming!" Bella felt that she was about to get wet. She had never thought that the old man Dolokhov was so charming before. His wrinkles, the dirt on his feet, and the beard tangled with oil and unknown stains were all particularly charming.

"Master, the young you may not be your opponent, but--" Travers regained his sanity under the fear of facing Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and the young version of Voldemort as opponents.

"You are not needed for this. You just need to delay time. The corpses and Dementors in Azkaban will be the best materials for my resurrection." Voldemort waved his hand.

"How long will that take?" Crouch Jr. put his father's head down.

"One year, just one year." Voldemort said in a relaxed tone.

(End of this chapter)