I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 185 Voldemort: Where are my servants?

Quietly.

It was as if the heavens and the earth had been put on pause.

The snowflakes, which seemed to want to fall to the ground, were suspended in the air as if held up by some mysterious force.

Darkness seeped between the snowflakes.

The world seemed to be at its very beginning; if we removed the man-made creations, we could not distinguish between heaven and earth.

"Stop, Tom. You can't defeat Hogwarts," Dumbledore said softly.

It's as if it's expounding an indisputable, age-old truth.

On the other side, Voldemort stared grimly at the old man.

This battle ended in a draw.

But he was unwilling to accept this outcome.

How could the great Voldemort be compared to others?

I've clearly become stronger.

Whether it's magic or a spell!

Why can't he kill Dumbledore?

Was he really that much weaker than Dumbledore before?

I'm not reconciled—I'm not reconciled!!

Voldemort's mind was racing, his thoughts drifting to extremes, and his reason was burning wildly.

"Even if you defeat me, others who come out of this castle will one day defeat you, Tom," the old headmaster continued.

"Haha~~~"

The burning rationality finally found an outlet at this moment.

His lips parted, revealing a grotesque and terrifying grin. "Yes! You can say such things because you've found your successor, Dumbledore?"

"Is it that half-blood scum named Owen?" His bloodshot eyes narrowed to slits. A dangerous murmur echoed in the old headmaster's ears, "Too bad for Dumbledore, I'm not the only one who wants him dead."

"A fourteen-year-old wizard who can attract so many terrible enemies at the same time, I must say, in this respect your chosen successor is indeed far superior to mine."

Voldemort let out a sneer; he had finally won.

"Hmm?" Dumbledore frowned slightly. Even without Voldemort's explanation, he knew that Owen was always accompanied by a subtle malice.

On the train to school.

The Dementors suddenly attacked the boy, who at first thought he was like Harry.

Their shared orphan background makes them much weaker at resisting negative emotions than normal young wizards.

Such lonely souls are more likely to attract Dementors.

The Ministry of Magic has absolutely no ability to control these magical creatures.

They were just cooperating.

It's not impossible that a hungry Dementor, upon encountering a tempting soul, might betray its pact and attack a young wizard.

But later, after he delved deeper into the realm of Dementors, these evil, dark creatures...

He suddenly realized that the attack might not have been an ordinary Dementor attack.

Behind this, something was controlling those Dementors—a terrifying power that no human wizard could possibly possess.

"Perhaps by now, your so-called heir is already in hell?" Voldemort sneered menacingly.

Then he raised his wand high.

Above the sky, a shape that looked like it was made up of little goblins gradually appeared.

It was an enormous skull, composed of countless emerald green star-like things, with a large python emerging from its mouth like a tongue.

After it appeared, it rose higher and higher, a cloud of green smoke emitting a dazzling light, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

—Reappearance of Corpses

Voldemort is gathering his servants.

Dark clouds surged, and the silent air suddenly began to move rapidly.

A strong wind arose, accompanied by countless flashing black shadows.

Full of oppression.

Beside the oak doors of Hogwarts, Professor Sprout's flowing gray hair rustled against her patched robes.

She looked at the sky, somewhat at a loss. As an academic professor, even in the darkest times, she rarely got into physical fights.

Although she has a brave heart.

Professor McGonagall emerged from the oak door, her square eyes filled with wariness.

Several stray strands of her curly black hair, tied into a high bun, were loose.

Her entire being was on edge.

Last but not least, there was Wenda following behind Professor McGonagall.

Hmm—she's slacking off.

At that moment, Voldemort was laughing hysterically in the courtyard.

The clouds in the darkness had been completely dyed green.

A green light lingered high in the sky.

It was as if the gates of hell had been flung open.

Just as Voldemort opened his arms to welcome his servant.

The dark shadows in the clouds all changed direction at the same time.

Then the dark clouds dispersed, and his servants appeared one by one on the mountainside.

Voldemort's smile seemed to freeze, abruptly ending.

He turned around angrily, but could not see a servant kneeling before him and kissing his lower robe.

In his daze, he then realized that Hogwarts Castle did not allow wizards to Apparate.

The atmosphere was inexplicably somewhat awkward.

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow. "I told you, you cannot defeat Hogwarts."

"Then I'll blow it to ash, burn it to ruins, and raze everything on its foundations to the ground!" Voldemort roared in a fit of rage.

His voice was ghostly and hysterical, and his muscles were twitching unnaturally, as if the human skin wasn't his own.

Even if it's just me, just me alone, I can destroy everything you cherish into dust!

His wand howled in agony.

Purple magic surged wildly.

The phoenix feather wand developed irreversible cracks.

"See this? This is my power! Voldemort's power!!!" he shouted, and the wind and snow trembled.

Then some ancient magic spell roared out.

Wherever the purple light passed, the earth was cleaved into deep ravines.

The poor floor tile wailed, but it couldn't stop the wounds on its body from getting bigger and bigger!

"Sanchez's Force Field!"

A terrifying curse was pressing on Dumbledore, but he couldn't back down!

Hogwarts is right behind him!

He could only try his best to stop it.

Just like any time in the past!

Bearing the title of the greatest wizard, he did not want to see any more young wizards injured or—die!

"Buzz~"

Under the high sky.

The darkness recedes.

A deep blue rose appeared out of nowhere.

Then, in an instant, it opened its enormous petals.

At the center of the petals is the endless magic emanating from the Old Man's Wand, together weaving the last pride of the British Empire.

"Bang!"

Purple lightning collided with blue rose.

The immense impact, like a storm, tore everything around it apart with devastating force.

Waaaaah~~~

The blooming roses, though cracked and scarred, are enveloped in a purple glow.

It tried to dispel the spell, but Voldemort's powerful magic kept the spell in place.

Gradually, a tug-of-war ensued between them.

"You think that's the end of it?"

A maniacal laugh once more escaped Voldemort's lips. Then he began to wildly flick his wand.

With each swing, a bolt of purple lightning passed over Dumbledore and struck the three professors directly.

He wanted to distract Dumbledore.

Even if it's just for a moment.

That will be my chance to defeat him.

"All curses have ended!"

"Armor protects you, the ultimate safeguard!"

Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall raised their wands, and two different protective spells, gold and blue, each blocked the lightning that struck them.

And Wenda.

She never drew her wand.

He just stood there.

When lightning strikes her, the necklace of the Three Sacred Treasures on her chest will light up.

Defend against the lightning.

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"I have to say, you found the perfect landing spot!!!"

On a tree halfway up the mountain in Hogwarts.

On a Y-shaped branch, Irving was hanging upside down from the tree.

"There are too many people, your position is a bit off." Sirius said calmly, without batting an eye.

He helped Moody walk toward the castle.

He didn't even glance at Irving hanging in the tree the entire time.

"You did this on purpose!" Owen shouted angrily as he broke free from the tree.

Excessive!

There's so much open space around Hogwarts!

Why did you choose the edge of the forest?

Luckily, by sheer coincidence, there happened to be a tree right here!

If you haven't done the math carefully, I, Owen Sanchez, am writing my name backwards!

"Stop right there! Explain yourself! Did you specifically choose this tree? Good heavens, a branch just happened to be sticking out! Who are you trying to fool?!"

He ran and shouted.

Sirius needs to give him an explanation.

But just a few steps later...

Irving shut his mouth!

Because he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a party going on halfway up the mountain in Hogwarts.

Why are there so many people in the woods?

Moreover, they all looked disheveled, as if their kidneys had been ripped out.

"What's going on?"

When Irving and Bella locked eyes for the second time tonight.

Everyone could see a hint of awkwardness flashing in each other's eyes.

"What a coincidence!" Owen scratched his head. Being watched by so many Death Eaters was really unpleasant.

Are you all here to admire the moon?

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The surroundings were deathly silent.

Gradually, a playful atmosphere of cat chasing mouse suddenly arose.

Sirius gripped his wand tightly in nervousness.

Moody, however, struggled to stay upright, pushed Sirius aside, and roared as he raised his wand like an old lion unwilling to grow old.

"Alright~" Owen glanced around at the Death Eaters.

The entire group of people came.

Aside from those who are already dead and those who dare not show up.

Almost all of them have arrived!

The number of people is far greater than those in the Forbidden Forest.

It was so dark that you couldn't see the end of it.

Irving estimates there are at least a hundred cats and kittens here.

"So everyone knows what's about to happen, and they're all going to quit again?"

Owen gripped his wand tightly, and no one around him retreated.

"Very good, then~~~"

"A high flash at point A, get the hell out of here!" he suddenly roared, spouting nonsense. While the Death Eaters were stunned, he raised his wand high and shouted in a frantic tone, "Ultimate Fluorescent Blink!!!"

hum~

The white light instantly swallowed the darkness.

The sudden burst of light caused the Death Eaters to react instinctively, either dodging or closing their eyes.

"Run!!!"

The light from Owen's wand did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it intensified considerably.

He was still some distance from the Death Eaters at this point, so it was still not too late to run!

Having said that, he made a hasty retreat, shouting all the way, "I'm doomed! I'm doomed!!"

"My second playthrough is almost over!!!"

"Where's the save file?! Where is the save file?!"

"Damn it! This game is garbage! I'm restarting!!!"

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Meanwhile, the tug-of-war between Dumbledore and Voldemort continued.

Although he was facing the most powerful enemy of his life.

But Voldemort still spared some attention for looking at the woman who seemed completely nonchalant and showed no sign of tension.

Wenda Rozier.

As a renowned sorceress of Nurmengard who once ignited wars in multiple countries across Europe, Wenda Rozier's name must be among the most prominent.

She could even be considered the most influential witch besides that person.

How could someone like that appear at Hogwarts?

Voldemort was unaware of the little secret between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. In his youth, he remembered that the man who would one day become the greatest figure in the wizarding world was still busy dealing with that dark wizard.

How come his enemy's followers are here?

Could it be?

After thinking about it, Voldemort frowned slightly at Grindelwald's defeat.

He was absolutely certain that he might have guessed some huge secret.

This secret is about the true identity of the so-called White Wizard!

Just as Voldemort began to have some doubts about his servants, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him!

"Professor! Help me!!!"

Dumbledore's mind stirred.

Suddenly, a gaping hole appeared in the rose in front of me, as if struck by lightning.

The purple lightning struck the castle's oak door directly, and with a loud 'boom,' a huge hole was blasted through the door!

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

"My God!"

"Brahma!!!"

"God be with you!"

"???"

Wardfa—Hermione swallowed the swear word that was about to come out.

Despite it being a tense magical battle, a life-or-death struggle, she felt a strange urge to laugh.

Hogwarts is a small school, but it has a rather diverse range of beliefs!

However, her smile quickly faded.

Because in the distance, some snakeskin-skinned fellow was running towards the castle, crying and screaming.

"By Dumbledore! Save the poor Godfather the Dog!"

"He's going to die!"

A little black wizard was praying.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Sirius Black was holding a magical artifact that looked like a tortoise shell, barely managing to fend off the sporadic attacks from the Death Eaters.

That was one of the gifts Nicolas Flamel gave to Owen.

A powerful defensive magic item; it can defend against almost any spell except for the Killing Curse.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you need to replenish its magic power.

"Blow up the bridge!" Dog Godfather roared.

Owen immediately activated the spell, a purple light flashing, and a second later, he unleashed it with a vengeance: "Ancient Magic, Source Collapse!"

Then, the bridge that had stood for nearly a thousand years at Hogwarts collapsed with a deafening roar.

"You should have said so earlier! I'm an expert in this area!" Irving smiled broadly.

Silently recalling, I realized that he was the one who blew up this bridge during my first playthrough!

However, that time was to intercept Harry Potter.

So he really has a special connection with this bridge!

After the bridge was blown up, Owen didn't hesitate at all and immediately turned around and ran towards the castle.

"Professor Dumbledore! Save—uh—Sirius! He's dying!!!"

He yelled and screamed incoherently.

The sound stopped abruptly after they entered the courtyard.

"yeah?"

"How come your hair has grown out?"

After seeing Tom exchanging beams with Dumbledore in front of the gate.

The first thing Irving blurted out was about how baldness became a forest.

It's not that he's funny.

Indeed, Voldemort's image is so deeply ingrained in people's minds that it has become too deeply ingrained.

He had no hair on his head and no nose on his face.

The sudden appearance of a head of jet-black, lustrous hair, smoother than if it had been treated with a quick-acting hair conditioner, was truly eye-catching.

"And the nose! Wow~~~ It's so straight! Plastic surgeon, can you give me a WeChat contact? Although I'm incredibly handsome, I don't really need it, but I'm sure someone else does. Sigh~~ Then I can make a fortune by selling doctors' contact information!"

Owen's exaggerated voice echoed around the castle.

The oppressive atmosphere and terror that Voldemort had painstakingly built up were instantly destroyed.

Voldemort did not reply upon hearing this.

He simply ended his entanglement with Dumbledore.

Then he waved his hand and threw a Death Curse at Irving!

"Sanchez's force field!!!"

Irving swiftly erected a force field on the spot.

The green light bypassed Voldemort's spell and headed straight for him, striking a Death Eater who was entangled with Sirius Black.

"???"

Irving quickly touched his body.

After realizing that he was not seriously injured, he looked up again.

"Hey~ Didn't your mother tell you that launching a sneak attack is a shameless thing to do?"

He shouted angrily.

He then pointed the finger between his index and ring fingers at Voldemort.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot you don't seem to have a mother~~~"

Irving said mockingly.

But his smile soon faded.

Because in this tough battle against maternity pain, he also seems to be easily injured.

Oh no! This time, we accidentally hurt ourselves.

"Some heartless, self-pitying person said."

hey~~~

In the future, try not to use the other person's mom as a target, it's easy to accidentally hurt yourself!

"Heh he ...

A furious blaze ignited in his crimson eyes!

His mother was a descendant of the noble Salazar Slytherin.

It is one of the noblest bloodlines in the world. It is also the source of his pride.

He, on the other hand, can allow others to tarnish his bloodline.

Owen seemed to have noticed Voldemort's furious expression.

He immediately put his hands in his pockets and raised his head high.

"Tigers in front, wolves behind!"

"This rising star of magic has been driven to the brink." He rummaged through his pockets. "But, it's okay."

"I still have a backup plan!"

"I always have a backup plan!!!"

As he spoke, he seemed to have grasped something.

His face lit up with joy!

"Ha! I caught the strongest Pokémon!!!"

"I've decided on you!" With that, he quickly tossed a metal box out of his pocket.

With a "thud," the box fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"This is the true fighting style of Hufflepuff!" Owen exclaimed.

Countless magical spells lit up behind him.

Sirius's magical artifact finally shattered.

Although the Death Eaters varied in strength.

Only the top dozen or so would use the Killing Curse as a basic attack, but with so many ordinary spells, this item has finally reached its limit.

"Bang!"

The box was opened from the inside.

(End of this chapter)