A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 724 The Land Where Evil Flowers Bloom

Dumbledore's speech had such an unparalleled impact that everyone was talking about it.

The students were generally caught between absurdity and reality, unwilling to believe it was true, yet eager to learn the details of the Dark Lord's resurrection.

What exactly happened that night?

How did he come back to life?

As a breeding ground for rumors, Hogwarts quickly became the subject of a great deal of gossip.

From the initial theories of resurrection through black magic, to possession of a corpse, to the snake-eyed old woman, to the dragon incident...

Soon it became so outrageous that it involved reincarnation, with the mysterious woman being pregnant for thirteen years before being born.

Rumors kept spreading, and the only two pieces of information the students were certain of were:

Harry Potter was captured by Voldemort;

William Stark rescued Harry from the Dark Lord and nearly killed Mystic.

The impact of these two pieces of news alone is no less than a burst of green Avada Kedavra.

The next day, all the luggage was loaded onto the train. In an eerie silence, the students prepared to leave the school.

When they return home, they will take Dumbledore's words back to their parents, who are still unaware of what he said.

Durmstrang's students will not be leaving for the time being; Sirius Black will stay at Hogwarts for a while longer.

This timeframe depends on when he can successfully impersonate Karkaroff.

Why choose Sirius Black? The main reason was a shortage of manpower.

And since he couldn't travel around England, it was just right.

The students of Beauxbatons will also be leaving today.

"So, you two have made up again?" William asked, standing beside the carriage.

"Olive and I have never been angry," Hagrid said cheerfully.

"That's not what you said before," Hermione said, pouting.

"That's because I was too heartbroken. Men are always at a disadvantage when it comes to emotions." Hagrid gazed at Maxim with longing.

"I'm too fragile, too emotional, and too easily hurt..."

"..."

The flowers and plants in the Forbidden Forest, and some of the small animals that had been forcibly petted, would not agree with Hagrid's words.

Furthermore, William described his anger and embarrassment after being dumped in such a refreshing and unconventional way, which was the first time he had ever seen such a character.

"Oh, Ollie, I'll do the dirty work. You can go and rest."

Seeing Maxim pulling the horses in the carriage, Hagrid shouted and rushed over to help.

The tone suggested that Maxim was a frail little girl, but she could flatten William with a single punch.

Well! After Cedric and Harry, William has gained another sycophant.

After saying goodbye to Anne, Gabrielle walked over quickly and looked up at William and Hermione:

Will you come to France to see me this summer?

"Probably, we'll be passing through Paris." William patted Gabrielle's head.

Feeling a pang of reluctance, the little girl turned away, wiped her tears, sniffled, and whispered, "Then we're leaving."

Furong stepped across the threshold, her silvery hair swaying like waves in the sunlight.

She turned around and said softly with a smile, "See you in the summer. After I take Gabrielle home, I'll be back with Mrs. Maxim soon."

Hermione hugged William's arm, waved goodbye, and said reluctantly, "See you during summer vacation!"

"I'm leaving too, William."

Trinity strode briskly toward him with light steps.

Her casually worn, knee-length, cream-colored skirt ended just above her black leather boots. Her incredibly long legs were openly exposed, attracting considerable attention.

During that year, Trinity toured the British Isles.

"Are you going back to Venice?" Hermione asked.

"No, I already made plans to go somewhere else... It's a secret for now." She winked playfully.

The two men saw Trinity off onto the ship, which then submerged into the Black Lake and quickly disappeared from sight.

After seeing their friends off, William took Hermione and Anne onto the train and found Cedric and his friends in their usual carriage.

"What are you talking about?" William asked after sitting down.

"They're talking about Hagrid," Cedric said in a low voice. "He probably won't be at school this summer."

"How did you know?" Anne asked.

"Of course I know. He used to recruit students every summer to help take care of those magical creatures at the school," Cedric said astutely.

"That's right, I just heard him greeting Mrs. Maxim and saying see you in the summer." Qiu had a knowing look on her face but didn't say anything.

"Given the resurrection of the Mystic..." Fred analyzed. "It must be a mission Dumbledore gave Hagrid; he's going with Maxim."

William and Hermione exchanged a helpless glance.

Well, everyone always seems to use their intelligence on Hagrid.

He really is a walking leaker.

Everyone looked at William. If anyone knew, it was him.

"Voldemort is back, and the headmaster is going to find Hagrid some work to do this summer," William explained.

"However, it's a secret; I can't tell you, not even to you."

"If I join the Order of the Phoenix, will I find out?" George exclaimed excitedly.

"That's how it is in theory..."

"What, you want to join the Phoenix Order?" Qiu asked.

"Yes, why not?" Cedric said thoughtfully.

"You guys can't handle this!" Ginny suddenly exclaimed. "Right, William?"

"The Order of the Phoenix only recruits adult wizards," William shrugged.

"I turned seventeen last year!" Cedric said confidently.

“We’re both adults now,” George and Fred said loudly.

"I object! I'm going to tell Mom!" Ginny glared at George and Fred.

"Oh dear, silly little sister's starting to care about her brother." George leaned on Fred's shoulder.

"Yes, I'm so touched." Fred tugged at George's sleeve, pretending to wipe his eyes.

"However..." they both said at the same time, "we'll graduate next year and be free, so you can't control us."

"you……!!"

"William, are you going to do a mission for the Order of the Phoenix this summer?" Cedric asked, leaning closer.

William nodded slightly and said, "Yes... but before that, Hermione and I need to attend the International Wizarding Conference."

That's right, the International Wizarding Conference, which has been delayed for a year, has finally begun.

It was originally scheduled to be held in Venice, Italy, but was postponed for some time due to the White Dragon incident.

Furthermore, due to the Death Eaters' attack on the World Cup, it was postponed for a whole year.

This year's conference will include an additional topic: Voldemort's resurrection.

"Where has the location been chosen this time?" Qiu asked curiously.

"Vienna," Hermione replied.

"Austria...I remember..." Cedric hesitated.

“That’s right,” William said softly. “The first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, was imprisoned in... Neumorgard Prison in Austria.”

Hermione touched the safety watch; she still had many letters here, from Vida Rozier.

She and William had promised to help pass it on.

Leaning on William's shoulder, Hermione gazed at the sky and thought to herself:

"Poor woman."

……

……

All around was deep darkness and desolation.

There was no sound of leaves rustling against each other, nor the dim, clear light of a summer night.

As the squeaking sound rang out, a rat emerged from a pile of ruins.

"Found it, Master, I found the bone." The mouse transformed into Peter with an insect tail.

A shadowy figure emerged, and he spoke in a clear, youthful voice, praising:

"Very good, Little Pettigrew, well done."

Insect Tail seemed to enjoy the praise, and he smiled smugly. "I'll revive you."

"Okay," Tom said softly. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

The insect's tail propped up two large pots, into which he added snake venom and unicorn blood.

After Tom entered the first large pot, a baby appeared as the pot made a gurgling sound.

Tom regained his physical form, but he was still very weak. Instead of asking the insect tail for help, he struggled to crawl towards another pot.

"Father's bones, servant's flesh, enemy's blood."

The insect tail skillfully placed the three required ingredients into the crucible.

As time passed, a sixteen-year-old wizard emerged from the cauldron.

The insect's tail stared intently at Tom's naked body, as if it were examining a work of art.

He awkwardly handed over the clothes only after Tom said, "Dress me."

"Master, why not use Harry's blood? The old master said... Harry's blood can make him stronger," Wormtail said cautiously.

Tom smiled, but didn't answer directly. He simply said softly, "I don't need it."

It was just a little trap set by Dumbledore; it might fool others, but it couldn't fool him.

Having obtained Slytherin's notes, Tom gradually gained a deeper understanding of the so-called prehistoric mysteries.

He was naturally aware of Dumbledore's sinister intentions.

But we can't tell Peter.

He's been lurking around Voldemort, and he might be exposed any day now.

Knowing too much... is bad!

On the issue of killing Old Tom, he was on the same side as Dumbledore and Stark.

Sometimes, helping each other out is not a bad thing.

Tom now understands that his future self is no match for Dumbledore and Stark.

He is doomed.

"I'm different," Tom thought. "I'll find Death sooner or later."

"Give me Harry's vial of blood, I still need it," he said.

When Voldemort was resurrected, Peter took some blood from Harry and secretly hid some for Tom to use.

Tom may not need it, but "someone" does.

He has a very important use for this vial of blood!

After Tom took the blood, he looked at the insect's tail.

"Little Pettigrew, I'm going back to America. You continue to lurk around Voldemort."

"But...I want to go with you," the insect tail said fearfully.

Being a spy is the most dangerous thing.

Before Voldemort was resurrected, we needed to rely on him and wouldn't kill him, but things are different now.

Tom seemed to know what Wormtail was thinking, and he said softly:

"Don't worry, Voldemort won't need you after he's resurrected. But since you helped him, he won't kill you; he'll just ignore you."

You will be safe.

Tom patted Wormtail on the shoulder. "Once Voldemort is dead, I'll personally take you to America."

Back then, you were my...right-hand man!

Peter was gripped by a frenzy of affection he had never received from Voldemort before.

Tom didn't look at the insect's tail; instead, he was thinking about other things.

During this time, he failed to find the Horcrux and instead kept dying.

He thought about it for a long time and concluded that Dumbledore and Stark probably obtained the Horcruxes.

Although it was a bit of a shame, Tom didn't actually waste any time.

Because... he had been waiting for that tree to mature.

"It's been so long, it's time to mature."

"After it matures..."

Looking at the dark sky, Tom thought:

"That land of America will become a land where the flowers of evil bloom!"

A cold wind suddenly blew across the field, and clumps of dry grass rushed about in the wind, as if a great disaster was about to befall them and they were fleeing in panic.

The wind howled mournfully, enveloping the vast, desolate land.

……

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—Merlin's Goblet of Fire, the End!

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(End of this chapter)