My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 414, Section 411: A deafening cacophony of gongs and drums, and the simultaneous crackling of firecrackers.

Even without the Gaunt ring, Lynn couldn't afford to delay any longer.

Those who weren't imprisoned in Azkaban before, like Malfoy and other Death Eaters, weren't exactly good guys, but at least they respected their status and didn't personally engage in arson, murder, or looting.

But this group that escaped from Azkaban was different.

They are all vicious thugs, and if they stay out there for too long, they are very likely to do something heinous.

So even if the Resurrection Stone Ring wasn't found, Lynn still had to arrange to close the net.

He found Tom and helped him inform Peter, agreeing that the Dark Lord would be resurrected in three days!

"I...really, it wasn't me! A snake stole the ring! It has nothing to do with me!"

Peter huddled in the corner, his face covered in snot and tears, his sobbing echoing through the hall.

But none of the people around him showed him the slightest pity; they all watched coldly as Bella screamed.

"I was the one who retrieved that locket! And that gold cup has always been in my safe! I asked you to get a ring, but you said you didn't get it!"

Bella crouched down, staring wide-eyed at Peter who dared not meet her gaze, and suddenly whispered something.

"Including what happened fourteen years ago!"

Peter Pettigrew, I've always felt that your loyalty to your master might not be as steadfast as you think!

Is it possible that your betrayal of the Potters doesn't mean you're on our side, but rather that you're trying to frame your master?

Peter was trembling violently, his face filled with terror, and he screamed hysterically.

"No! I'm not! I'm my master's most loyal servant! I knew nothing about Potter beforehand! You can't do this! You can't think of Lestrange like that! I'm loyal! Otherwise, my master wouldn't have sent me to carry out his resurrection plan!"

"I'm not looking for you because my master trusts you! It's because at the time, you were the only useless person he could use!"

Bella did not do anything too extreme afterward.

Even if she didn't trust Peter, she wouldn't have had the guts to kill him on her own.

Everyone here is Voldemort's servant, including herself. Apart from their master, no one else can decide the life or death of fellow servants.

"What are Master's plans for three days from now? Tell us."

Seeing that Bella had stopped torturing him, Peter swallowed hard and, without the slightest hesitation, stammered.

"Master, my master has instructed me to infiltrate Hogwarts and bring out his spirit, his soul. The resurrection ceremony cannot be performed at Hogwarts, as that would alert Dumbledore to the problem."

"Then you'd better not make the slightest mistake again, Peter." Bella stared at him coldly. "If you cause any trouble this time, I guarantee you won't be able to die even if you want to!"

"No, no! There won't be any problems. I will ensure my master gets out of Hogwarts safely!"

Lynn didn't have any free time during those three days.

He helped Tom get five days off, and instead of going to class himself, he spent time with her in the chairman's office doing some preparatory work.

"It's alright if you don't know dark magic; I can use it for you. But you yourself must risk contact with those Death Eaters, because the Dark Mark can only be triggered by your magic, or rather, your soul."

As Lynn spoke, he waved his wand, and wisps of evil-looking black mist continuously poured from the tip of the wand, surrounding Tom in the middle.

Tom clearly felt somewhat uncomfortable with the black mist.

"Is black magic truly a kind of magic that can bewitch people?"

Tom now instinctively feels a strong aversion to dark magic.

"Power itself is neither good nor bad; the difference lies only in the person who uses it."

There's nothing wrong with the statement itself, but it doesn't apply to black magic, because using such spells too often is indeed bad for one's mind.

After all, magic is related to human emotions. If you're constantly thinking about fighting and killing, it's inevitable that your mentality will suffer.

Tom looked at him hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"I know what you want to ask: since I know all this, why do I still possess such superb black magic skills?"

Tom nodded, indicating that this was exactly what he wanted to ask.

"Because my dark magic was taught by Professor Adrian Fox, who is the true master of dark magic."

My greatest achievement in life is to let wizards control magic, rather than magic controlling wizards. Although I haven't mastered its essence yet, the negative aspects of dark magic haven't affected my mind.

Speaking of this, Lynn suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Professor Fox for almost two years, although they still exchanged letters every now and then.

"Adrian Fox?" Tom was unfamiliar with the name.

"My Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in my first year. By the way, although not directly because of you, he actually had a grudge against you."

Tom pursed his lips.

"I know I'm a bad guy, and everyone in the wizarding world has a grudge against me."

Lynn dispelled the black mist and then took out a bottle of potion from his pocket.

"You're absolutely right. I remember there's a record that on the day you died, the entire magical world was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, and firecrackers. Everyone was so happy they almost started dancing the Yangko on the spot. Here, drink this potion."

Tom took the greenish substance from Lynn; it didn't look like a potion at all, but rather like a cloud of dark green gas.

"What is this?"

"I begged and pleaded with Snape for this good stuff. I'll drink it and see how it goes."

Tom pinched his nose and drank the potion.

It wasn't very bitter, but it had a strange, indescribable taste, and it was very cold.

The next moment, Tom's body underwent a miraculous change.

Her skin, including the robe she wore, began to become hazy, like a cloud of mist coalescing into a human shape, growing darker and greener.

It eventually turned into a cloud of black mist that floated in mid-air and lingered.

"I...I can still speak!"

A hoarse and sinister voice emanated from the black mist, startling even Tom himself.

"Of course you can speak. I've heard your original voice. It took a long time to adjust it in Snape's office before this tone was chosen."

Lynn said with a rather smug look on his face.

Although Snape himself brewed this potion, he also made some improvements.

Of course, Lynn was not telling the truth about the purpose of the medicine; his excuse was that he would use the bottle to help him learn dark magic.

Snape is completely unaware of the Dark Lord's planned resurrection. Lynn deliberately instructed Peter not to inform Snape of this news, saying that it was unbelievable that Snape had already sided with Dumbledore for so long.

"When the time comes, you will possess Peter in this form and leave Hogwarts. They will definitely not notice anything amiss."

(End of this chapter)