My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 382.380. The Dark Lord's Resurrection Plan

"Corban Yaxley, do you have any questions about my decision?"

The skull formed of black mist opened and closed, uttering the name of the person who had questioned Peter Pettigrew.

Immediately, everyone sitting there began to tremble involuntarily. They knelt down in fear, pressing their heads deeply into the ground.

"Lord Dark Lord!"

"You're back! It's so good!"

"We've been waiting for you!"

"Your servants have been waiting for your return!"

The Death Eater named Coban Yaxley also spoke with trepidation.

"No, no master. I dare not question your orders. What you say is what I must do."

The black mist skeleton seemed unable to exist for long; after emerging from the bones, it began to dissipate continuously.

"You all, do exactly as Peter says!"

The skeleton finally dissipated completely, and this time no one sitting there doubted Peter Pettigrew's identity anymore; some even recognized him.

"You are... you are that James Potter's friend, Peter Pettigrew, who was supposedly killed by Black fourteen years ago!"

After Peter's identity was revealed, everyone else recognized the wizard who was chosen by the Dark Lord as his agent and looked like a fat rat.

Although Peter is dead in the wizarding world, he was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, for his resistance against the fabricated story of Sirius Black, a Death Eater, who had slaughtered many.

He even made the front page of the Daily Prophet back then, and even recently, he has been mentioned by several news outlets due to Sirius Black's prison break, bringing him back into the public eye.

"You're a Death Eater? That's Black the escaped convict."

Peter smiled smugly; he wasn't good-looking to begin with, and his smile made him even more repulsive.

"That's right, I was the one who helped Master find Potter's location, and I was also the one who kept the secret of the Potter family's Loyalty Curse. That idiot Black just took the blame for me. That stupid dog thought he killed me, but I've been alive and well all along!"

Everyone in the room was inwardly cursing him as a despicable person, but they all laughed along with him.

Peter is currently enjoying great favor, and no one wants to oppose him at this time, especially since these people are not exactly good people.

After confirming Peter's legitimacy, Malfoy looked at everyone and said coldly.

"Now you should all know why I only gave you Galleons, right? As long as the Dark Lord can make a comeback and lead us to rule this magical world again, what do our losses today matter?"

Does that arrogant German John really think he can outsmart us?

Does that idiot Fudge really think he can seize control of the entire Ministry of Magic?

They will all pay the price for what they did today!

Now that we've helped the Dark Lord regain his power, it will be time for them to pay for their crimes in blood!

Every Death Eater gritted their teeth and said...

"Make them pay for their crimes in blood!"

"Now, let Mr. Peter tell us about our next plan."

Malfoy handed over the reins of the banquet to Peter.

Peter grinned, revealing two prominent front teeth, and said loudly.

"This plan is called—The Dark Lord Resurrection Plan!"

It's been raining in the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located recently.

The rain lessened after that, but it continued for a week without showing any signs of stopping.

Lynn leaned back in her chair, watching the rain pouring down outside the library window. She thought to herself that this must be the last bit of warmth left in the British autumn. If anything else were to fall from the sky after this, it would only be snow.

"Muggle legends say that silver is the most lethal weapon against werewolves, but that's not actually the case. Werewolves aren't afraid of silver; their real weakness is..."

Hermione was sitting across from Lynn, working on her Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment given by Snape, and she was clearly having trouble.

"It's the throat. The throat area under the chin is the thinnest and most vulnerable part of a werewolf's skin. Moreover, it has almost no coarse, long, tough, rigid body hair, but rather short, soft downy hair, which cannot stop the silver knife from cutting in. The carotid artery of a werewolf is almost exactly the same as that of a human, so using magic or a sharp blade to cut open their carotid artery is the best choice for a skilled swordsman wizard."

Lynn whispered hints to Hermione about what to write next, and Hermione copied everything Lynn said into her homework.

It has been almost a week since Lynn regained her composure.

After his emotions returned to normal, he was naturally speechless at his actions in a "rational" state (he rolled around on the bed three times under the covers).

If this happens a few more times, he, as the student council president, will be too ashamed to stay at Hogwarts and might as well just die and become a monk.

Pure rationality is actually a rather terrifying state. As it turns out, if a person is truly shameless, they can indeed be invincible.

Neither Hermione nor Lynn mentioned what had happened before, and the two acted as if nothing had occurred, continuing their usual way of getting along.

After all, Lynn wasn't in a good state at that time, and Hermione might have been speaking from her own feelings, otherwise what else could she have done?

Does Lynn have to apologize for making you suffer and then kiss you back to make up for it?

Although everyone acted as if nothing had happened, something had actually occurred. At least a subtle change had taken place in the two people's mindsets, but this change needed to ferment slowly, and neither of them expressed it.

"I bet you this Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment is completely wasted. Professor Snape only substituted for you for a few days; he's not going to be the professor for the rest of the year. When Professor Lupin comes back from his illness, he certainly won't acknowledge the assignment Professor Snape gave us."

Lynn rested his chin on the table, bored, and whispered to Hermione, who was rolling up the parchment.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"What's the point of saying this after I've already finished writing it?"

"Who told you to be so eager? I guarantee Harry and the others haven't written a single letter yet."

When Harry was mentioned, Hermione's face suddenly showed some worry.

"Harry has been sullen ever since the last Quidditch match, like he has something on his mind. Ron and I asked him, but he wouldn't say anything."

"Wasn't his flying broomstick broken by the Willow Tree? Could that be the reason?"

"No, I feel it's not just that. He's definitely hiding something from us. Why don't you go and ask him when you have time?"

Lynn looked up, her face somewhat bewildered.

"Why do I have to ask him? Aren't you his best friends?"

"But you are also the person he trusts and relies on the most."

(End of this chapter)