Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 320, Chapter 318: Fifteen years. Do you know how I spent these fifteen years?

The Avada Kedavra curse is fair; it only takes one life at a time. No matter how powerful your magic or how strong your killing intent, you can only take one life when you cast this curse.

Life is fair in the face of the Killing Curse; a life is a life, and this principle will not be violated just because it is a tiny insect.

This is the characteristic of this magic.

The tactic of using cockroaches to block the Killing Curse was a method that Dudley came up with on a whim when he saw Dumbledore chewing on a pile of cockroaches.

It's mainly thanks to that "hamster outfit" senior.

If it weren't for the success of his initial experiments, Dali wouldn't have thought of using cockroaches.

Actually, his overall thinking was not wrong. The Killing Curse can only take one life, so the way to stop it is to use another life instead. It's just that he chose the wrong target. He shouldn't have used a hamster. Even a fancy rat would have been more effective than a hamster, although it is also very timid and easily scared to death.

Dudley simply changed his target. Wizards have no idea how resilient cockroaches are, these black, crawling, and ubiquitous crustaceans. They wouldn't bother studying them. Only bored Muggles would do that.

Unfortunately, most Muggle wizards, although they grow up in the world of ordinary people, go to Hogwarts to learn magic at the most crucial moment in their lives, which causes their values ​​to change. Their first thought is to use magic to solve problems, and wizards who can do both are very rare.

"Senior Tom, shall we try again?"

Dudley replied confidently, "I'll do it as many times as you want, until you can talk calmly."

Actually, dealing with this swarm of cockroaches is quite simple.

Any destructive spell will do, like a raging fire, which can wipe them out completely.

It only targets the Avada Kedavra curse.

It only targets the deadly characteristic of eating large melons.

Voldemort remained silent, but his expression grew even more grim. He hadn't expected that the Killing Curse could be broken in such a peculiar way.

He was only possessing this fairy's body and couldn't unleash his full power. The opponent in front of him was extremely troublesome, and even in his prime, it would probably take some effort to defeat him. In his current state, it would be difficult for him to kill the fairy.

Ultimately, it's because Voldemort's strength hasn't recovered to its peak.

"What are you going to do?"

Voldemort said very reluctantly, "Since they want to talk, then let's talk."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Dali said something else.

"Judging by the time, those people should have arrived by now, right?"

"How many people will have the courage to come, and how many will be foolish enough not to? It's really intriguing."

Voldemort suddenly remembered something: he had previously summoned all the Death Eaters in England through the Dark Lord's mark.

They should be here soon!

If he were to return to his original state, those who tried every means to escape punishment would surely return to his command (the most loyal ones are all in Azkaban), but things are as they are now.

"Is this your purpose?!" Voldemort tightened his grip on his wand.

Dudley shrugged.

Before long, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. Among the graves, behind the fir trees, in every dark place, wizard phantoms appeared. Countless wizards emitting black smoke descended from the sky. These wizards had one thing in common: they all wore hoods and covered their faces.

These are the dark wizards, or Death Eaters, summoned by Voldemort.

As soon as they sensed the reaction of the Dark Mark, they rushed over without stopping, afraid that if they were late they would be remembered by "that person." "That person" wouldn't ask you why you were late or deduct your wages like your boss would; instead, when in a bad mood, they would just give you a "big melon to eat."

"host???"

They had originally thought that the one who summoned them was their old master who had been missing for more than ten years—the Dark Lord. Only he could activate the Dark Lord's Mark. They had planned beforehand that the first thing they would do upon seeing him was to kneel down at his feet and kiss his hem, hoping that this would give them a chance to be spared. However, they were stunned by what they saw when they arrived.

A tall little wizard and a goblin, along with Wormtail, who should have been imprisoned in Azkaban.

Where is their Dark Lord?

What about such a huge Dark Lord?

"What are you bunch of useless trash looking at?"

Seeing the Death Eaters looking so dazed and confused, Voldemort was filled with rage.

"Hey, fairies! This isn't your Gringotts."

One of the men in black spoke up, saying that they were afraid of Voldemort, not any goblins.

He was struck down by a curse the moment he opened his mouth.

"Extremely painful!"

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed three Unforgivable Curses, causing the Death Eater lying on the ground to writhe and scream in agony.

When the Death Eaters around Voldemort suddenly attacked, they all drew their wands, but they just watched Voldemort and Dudley with vigilance. Not one of them spoke up, and not one of them tried to save Avery from being tortured.

Death Eaters only play when they have an advantage.

For some reason, this sentence just popped into Dali's mind.

"Avery, you idiot, how dare you talk to me like that."

Voldemort said menacingly, his tone icy cold.

He waited a moment, and when no one else appeared, he looked around. His pupils, the size of glass marbles, contracted sharply, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. There were too few people.

Even excluding the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, England alone shouldn't contain just these people; there aren't even enough to encircle them.

What about the rest?

The answer is self-evident.

"Fifteen years. It's been fifteen years since our last gathering. I never imagined we would lose so many companions. Before you showed up, I was wondering how many people would come. This answer is truly disappointing."

"Even among those who came here, how many were truly here from the heart? Or were they just here to check on things, to see if I was really dead yet?!"

That familiar feeling and the cold tone, that deep-seated pain, awakened long-dormant memories in the Death Eater named Avery.

"You...you...you are...Black...Black...Rao...Rao..." He stared at Voldemort with a face full of horror.

Unfortunately, he was suffering from the Crucifixion Curse and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Although Avery couldn't utter a complete sentence, the Death Eaters present already understood what he hadn't said. Those who had survived until now without incident were all shrewd and intelligent. Fools would have been imprisoned in Azkaban.

If someone who had been missing for over a decade and was suspected of being dead could reappear, then what's impossible about him appearing as a fairy?

In that instant, their attitude towards Voldemort completely changed, and many Death Eaters knelt down before Voldemort, who was in goblin form, begging for forgiveness.

(End of this chapter)