My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 416, Section 413: Loyalty Turns to Darkness

Of all these Death Eaters, Bellatrix was not necessarily the most loyal to Voldemort.

But if we're talking about someone who has complete and unconditional trust in him, then it's definitely Bella.

On the surface, she appears to be a submissive, but after spending so much time subservient to Voldemort, she naturally discovers that being a submissive is just a superficial facade, and being a submissive is her true self.

Bella's loyalty turned sour.

It has developed some unusual thoughts about its owner, but it doesn't know if those thoughts have become a reality.

Lynn dared not let Tom and Bella have too much interaction, lest the ridiculous story of how you secretly liked to call her "Little Lala" and how you had become so distant after not seeing her for more than ten years be exposed.

That's absolutely ridiculous.

Because of her unwavering trust in her master, when Tom told them to burn their wands, Bella threw them into the fire without hesitation, while her eyes darted maliciously at the Death Eaters who were still hesitating.

"What are you hesitating about?"

She said it in a chilling tone.

The next person to grit his teeth and throw his wand into the fire was Peter.

He has already made a mistake, so at this point, we should definitely listen to Tom.

This wasn't because he was particularly loyal, but rather because he wanted to demonstrate his loyalty in this way.

With Bella and Peter leading the way, the remaining Death Eaters no longer hesitated.

They all threw their wands into the blazing fire.

Before long, none of the Death Eaters here had their own wands.

Beneath the boiling cauldron, multicolored flames filled the bottom, reflecting the uneasy faces of everyone who had lost their wands.

"Not enough!"

Her hoarse voice showed no satisfaction with the wands as she urged.

"Put in anything that still has magic power!"

With the wands already burned, there's nothing left to hesitate about.

Those who could carry other magical items on their person could definitely not be the group that just came out of Azkaban.

Some of them had only recently acquired their wands, and only opportunists like Malfoy could carry more valuable magical items.

The more decisive and loyal they are at this time, the less likely they are to be held accountable later.

So Malfoy immediately took off the rings on his fingers and threw them into the fire.

Other opportunistic pure-blooded families followed his lead.

These people are now truly left with no choice but to follow Voldemort to the very end.

The business was taken over by old John, and the Ministry of Magic's position was eroded by Fudge and outsiders.

If Voldemort abandons them again, they will truly have nothing left.

The flames beneath the large pot rose again.

With so many magical substances being used as fuel, it's not impossible that this fire could explode at any moment.

After watching them destroy all their weapons, Tom didn't linger any longer, and the entire cloud of black mist surged towards the potion in the large pot.

Peter stood up unsteadily from the ground, took out all the ingredients Tom had requested that he had prepared beforehand, and began to add them to the large pot.

The Death Eaters knelt on the ground, each of them genuinely hoping for their master's rebirth, even if some of their hopes had nothing to do with loyalty.

"Supervisor, how large should the area covered by the anti-phantom teleportation spell be?"

The one who questioned Leon was a witch with a pale, heart-shaped face and bright, dark eyes.

She was young, and her clothes were no different from those of other young, rebellious witches: a strange sister's shirt, patched jeans, and brightly colored hair.

Leon had a good impression of the new Auror named Nymphadora Tonks, who had just finished three years of training.

Although he has a quirky personality, he is very talented and has a very positive attitude as a wizard.

"Keep spreading outwards, and stop only when I say so."

Leon squinted, looking listless as he spoke.

"You're going to expand further? Moody and the others are already complaining that you didn't give them any prior notice and just suddenly summoned all the Aurors in the department to this desolate place to work through the night."

"Moody will complain? Everyone else in the entire Auror Command might complain, but he's the only one who won't."

"He's so old, isn't it normal for him to complain a bit?"

Tonks seemed a little unsure of herself; she clearly knew her lie was untrue.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work. This is your first field mission since becoming an Auror. You're still alive and kicking, so you better pray you come back in good health. If you end up like Moody, with a broken leg and a blind eye, I'll kick you out of Auror Command."

"How heartless."

Tonks, looking distressed, went to find Moody Shaker and the others to continue using the anti-phantom teleportation magic, while Leon remained quietly leaning against a tree, squinting and waiting.

He didn't tell anyone what he was going to do today, and the Aurors didn't even know where they were.

Where there are people, there are factions, and the same is true among the Aurors.

Besides pro-Dumbledore factions like Moody, Shackle, and the newly joined Tonks, there will certainly be Aurors who favor pure-blood families and believe in the supremacy of wizarding bloodlines.

Some of these people have never shown their inclinations, but they certainly have.

Leon hadn't figured out exactly who they were during the short time he had been in charge of the Auror Command.

So now he has to use this method as a precaution.

Of the hundreds of Aurors present, only he knew exactly what they were planning to do tonight.

The Death Eaters, who were waiting for Voldemort's resurrection, had no idea how many axemen were lurking around them.

They were all watching the large pot that was constantly bubbling with tension.

Their master had been inside for several minutes and hadn't come out yet, which made them worry that something might have happened.

This potion is actually a cleaning potion with a very unusual formula. Even if the fire underneath is very hot and the surface is boiling, the water temperature will always remain at around 40 degrees Celsius.

This stuff works better than shower gel for bathing. Tom is hiding inside now, just waiting for the effects of the black mist potion he drank earlier to wear off.

Just as Bella was giving Peter a murderous glare, a figure finally stood up from the cauldron.

Tom, looking radiant, walked out of the pot with a blank expression, casually rolling up a corner of his robe and squeezing out the water.

(End of this chapter)