Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 370, Section 364: I, Voldemort, have returned.

Voldemort's face was filled with excitement as he watched the boiling liquid in the huge crucible.

Finally, I can get my original body back.

He couldn't wait to get rid of this damned fairy body.

"Lucius, you handled this matter exceptionally well."

Voldemort looked at Lucius standing beside him and praised him without reservation.

"This is all thanks to your excellent leadership, Master, and the assistance of Vincent (Crawb) and Gregory (Goyle), who did a very good job."

Voldemort was very pleased with Lucius's humble attitude.

"The children of Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Those two idiots who didn't rush over immediately are actually quite capable this time."

"From now on, these matters will still be your responsibility, Lucius."

Voldemort's words caused Avery, another Death Eater standing in the room, to change color slightly, but he dared not question Voldemort's decision.

He just stared fiercely at Lucius.

Voldemort was well aware of his subordinates' ulterior motives, but he wouldn't stop them, because competition is what drives motivation.

"Now, I'm going to take back my body."

Without a second thought, Voldemort jumped into the boiling cauldron, just as he had done back in Riddle's old house.

This time, he didn't feel his body burning; instead, he felt immense pleasure throughout his body.

A cloud of white smoke immediately billowed from the enormous cauldron, instantly evaporating the potion inside. The overwhelming magical power changed the surrounding environment; the wind and clouds turned pale, dark clouds covered the sky, and the biting cold wind made the old house creak.

Under the watchful eyes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort shed his goblin body and took on a human one.

His body was tall and thin, like a skeleton, covered in what appeared to be scales, pale skin that had been soaked in formaldehyde for three days and three nights, seemingly emitting a pearly sheen. He had no nose, only two holes, and no lips. His blood-red eyes shone even brighter in the darkness, with pupils that were two slits like a cat's eyes. His forehead was bald, like a boiled egg.

It's more accurate to call this a monster than a human.

Dangerous magical transformations granted him unimaginable power.

When he emerged from the enormous crucible, he was wearing a long, pure black robe, as he, like Grindelwald, also favored black.

Upon seeing this, the Death Eaters around him immediately prostrated themselves at his feet, forming a circle, including Lucius.

Voldemort opened his arms as if embracing the world, and then he took a deep breath.

"I, Voldemort, have returned."

He is the most dangerous dark wizard in history, the Dark Lord of the Death Eaters, has returned.

The unimaginable, immense magical power terrified the Death Eaters behind him. He had truly returned. He was still as powerful and invincible as ever.

"Hehehehe."

Voldemort grinned, emitting a nasty laugh that, if listened to closely, could be heard to contain a hissing sound.

The Death Eaters laughed in agreement, like a group of goblins cheering for their leader.

He slowly turned to a certain direction, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through distance and reach his destination.

"The first step is to liberate my loyal servants, who have suffered for more than ten years."

"Of course. We'll also bring along our natural allies."

That location is Azkaban, known as the most terrifying prison in all of Europe.

No one knew about Voldemort's return except for a few people, especially the Ministry of Magic. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, now spent his days waiting for letters from Umbridge.

He was eager to know whether Dumbledore intended to oust him or was plotting something behind his back, so he sent his most trusted confidant, Umbridge, over.

A few months ago, the actions of Scrimgeour, the Auror's chief of staff, and Dumbledore caused him to lose his composure.

When a large number of wizards were imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic's temporary prison, he completely panicked. They told him that these people were Death Eaters. He said he didn't believe it, but in fact he was deceiving himself into thinking that "the one whose name cannot be mentioned" was dead, that the past was the past, and that these former Death Eaters were no longer harmful.

So they handed this hot potato over to Wissengamo to handle.

The result, naturally, satisfied him.

He was unaware that Wisengam had undergone a major overhaul.

Or perhaps he didn't care about the blood transfusion; he just wanted to keep his position as Minister of Magic.

After opening the letter sent by Umbridge, Fudge began to read it word by word.

To be fair, he didn't want Dumbledore to remove him from office because he was indeed inferior to Dumbledore. However, he was certain that Dumbledore would remove him, so he had to take action before Dumbledore got rid of him.

Extremely contradictory and obsessive.

"Percy!"

When Fudge was halfway through reading the letter, he clutched his heart and screamed for his personal secretary.

Umbridge wrote on the letter in a very exaggerated tone that she had found evidence of Dumbledore's unauthorized formation of a faction, but the other party was very cunning, so she needed help.

This is the last thing Fudge wanted to see.

"You were looking for me."

The office door was gently pushed open, and young Percy walked in, his polite demeanor and every action meeting Fudge's requirements for a secretary.

"Go to the Auror office quickly and arrange for a few Aurors to go to Hogwarts."

"Director Scrimgeour has rejected several requests to send Aurors out on missions."

"Just say it's my order!"

Halfway through his speech, Fudge clutched his heart and sat down, his face deathly pale, as if it had been plastered with a layer of plaster.

"You look unwell. Should we arrange for a therapist from St. Mungo's? I know quite a few people there."

Percy's words seemed to have struck a nerve with Fudge.

"I need a powerful wizard!"

"Coincidentally, I know some extremely powerful wizards, even more powerful than Aurors. Would you like some?"

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Half an hour later, Percy came out of the Auror's office.

"This is insane! Fudge is absolutely insane!"

Scrimgeour stared at the transfer order in front of him, slamming his fist on the table in fury (table HP -1), his eyes blazing like an enraged lion: "Aurors exist to capture dark wizards, not to be child's play bodyguards! What are you doing at Hogwarts? There are no dark wizards there!"

"Who? Dumbledore? I'd much rather it's that disgusting woman, Umbridge."

Actually, Scrimgeour didn't like Dumbledore that much either, but he disliked Fudge and Umbridge even more.

But so what if he doesn't agree with the order?

This wasn't a discussion with him; it was a formal notice that if he didn't want to resign, he had no choice but to obey.

After all, the other party is the Minister of Magic.

(End of this chapter)