Chapter 247 Subjective Game

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Under the night, there is a dark world.

In the shadows that the stars and the silver light of the bright moon cannot touch, dangerous forces are gradually gathering.

The unknown fear is ready to go out in the hands of the Dark Lord.

Just under a certain cliff a few miles from Hogwarts Castle, there is a wizarding village much smaller than Hogsmeade.

In this village, only five families live next to each other.

Here, they opened up several pastures and fields and lived a self-sufficient freehand life. Although generations have lived here, there are not many descendants, so the number of residents here has not increased much.

It's just that after being here for a long time, a large cemetery has been circled for the burial of the ancestors.

However, just tonight, a group of dangerous elements appeared in this small village that had been quiet all year round. The leader was actually a handsome young man.

"...Master, we have completely lost contact with the werewolves, and we can't find any of them."

In that cemetery, the most central members sat in a circle, respectfully bowed to the young man in the circle, and reported the recently captured news one by one.

They had just completely wiped out five ordinary wizard families in the village. Under the influence of the spell, it was simply an invisible massacre.

At this moment, from here, it can still be seen from a distance that the lights in several houses opposite the cemetery have been extinguished. The originally warm family, but now there is only a strong breath of death left.

On the periphery of those central members, dozens of ordinary wizard members also wearing cloaks were gathering scatteredly, silently waiting for the order to arrive.

And farther away, there are even a few non-wizard members wandering aimlessly, such as those clumsy giant monsters, or... a huge snake.

"Don't worry about werewolves, those guys are as unreliable as vampires..." The young man said calmly, "Today's action is very important, no more failures are allowed, remember, all we have to do is to try!"

"...Proceed with caution, understand?"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

The young man nodded slightly, and then turned his gaze to the starry sky above his head.

"The next step is to wait for the news..."

"Master, we are eager to know..." At this time, a deep voice suddenly asked, "I beg you to tell us...how did you accomplish this...this miracle...and return to us..."

"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius," the young man said with a slight smile, "This story has a beginning and an end, and it's about two boys, one of whom is our current 'ally'!"

He lazily walked to the periphery, the eyes of the whole circle fell on him, and the big snake slowly crawled to his side.

"Of course you know, they say Harry Potter is my nemesis, don't you?"

The handsome young man said in a young voice, his eyes burning with black flames seemed to be able to see into the hearts of everyone here, and the Dark Marks on everyone's bodies were beating like fire, making them almost scream.

"You all know I wanted to kill him the night I lost my magic and my sex. His mother's death saving him had inadvertently given him some kind of protection, which I admit I didn't expect... ...I can't touch that boy."

The young man stretched out a slender pale finger with a cold fingertip brushing his temples, and a strange aura rushed towards him immediately.

The young man smiled, lowered his finger, and continued to tell the surrounding members.

"Friends, I admit that I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by the woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back on myself. Ah... the pain surpassed everything,

Friends, nothing can resist it. I have been stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit..."

"But I'm still alive! I don't know what I am until now... I, the one who has gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality. You know my goal is to conquer death. Now I have been tested. It seems that I am At least one or two of those experiments worked...for I didn't die, though the spell was deadly. Yet I was as powerless as the weakest creature, unable to help myself...I have no desire to help Every one of my spells requires a wand..."

"I remember the days and nights when I couldn't sleep, second by second, I just forced myself to live again and again... I hid in a distant forest and waited... My loyal Death Eaters sure I will find a way to find me... There will definitely be someone who will use magic that I cannot cast by myself, and give me back my body... But I have waited in vain..."

The circle of members shivered again.

The young man let the horror escalate in silence, and then continued: "I only have one magic power left, which I can possess on other people. But I dare not go to crowded places, because I know that Aurors are still looking for me everywhere. "

"I sometimes attach to animals. Snakes are my favorite of course, but being on them is not much better than being a pure ghost, because their bodies are not suitable for magic... and my possession shortens their life. They Didn't live long..."

"Then... four years ago... my resurrection seemed to be possible. A young, foolish, gullible wizard walked into the forest where I was staying, and I happened to bump into it."

"...oh, that seemed to be my dream opportunity...because he was a teacher at Dumbledore's school...he was easily manipulated by me...he brought me back to this country, and then I attached to him, closely Spy on him and direct him to carry out my orders. But my plan failed, I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, I couldn't guarantee immortality. I was thwarted...this time by another boy! Just barely !"

There was another silence, not a single movement, not even the yew leaves on the edge of the cemetery. The members remained motionless, staring at the young man with shining eyes on the mask, as if thinking about something.

"That servant... left Hogwarts along with my will." The young man continued, "I went back to that remote hiding place, and then that servant died too...but, I got even more because of it. strong force!"

"Believe me, it wasn't easy... Yeah, it was probably my darkest period. There were no Death Eaters, none of them, and I had to rely on myself."

One or two wizards in the circle moved uneasily, but the youth paid no attention.

"And then, less than a year ago, when I had almost given up hope, hope finally came... a servant found me."

"...that's Wormtail, who escaped judgment by feigning death, and was chased by people he used to regard as friends and had nowhere to hide, so he decided to return to his master. He has long been rumored to be my hiding place. The country sought me out...and helped me succeed in my present power."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and a cloud of black air immediately flashed in his palm, like a burning black flame, which was exactly the same as the two phantoms in his pupils.

The black flame seemed to be able to swallow light, it was as black as ink, and it made people feel palpitating.

"But it's a pity that he died in the hands of our current 'ally'. You say, is this interesting?"

The young man showed a terrifying smile, and his eyes became even more hollow and indifferent.

"I know...yes, I understand...you must be wondering, since that McClain has been against me all the time, why should I cooperate with him..."

"In fact, I can tell you!" He snorted and said, "Because I understand very well that his ideas are completely different from that hypocritical old man Dumbledore! He can understand the meaning of the existence of black magic, and , he is equally obsessed with it! Intoxicated with it!"

Having said that, he smiled evilly, and there was a kind of calm fanaticism in that smile.

"... Regarding the matter of magic, it's not that he can deny it if he says he denies it!"

...

At the same time, in Hogwarts Castle, several "students" who behaved abnormally were making eye contact with each other.

Although they haven't acted rashly for the time being, they are waiting for the best time to make a move. Opportunities are created by people, not something that can be easily waited for by just waiting.

The one responsible for creating the "opportunity" is Fu Rong's mother who has been hit by the Imperius Curse.

At the viewing site of the Triwizard Tournament, she was sitting next to little Gabriel with a face of indifference, her eyes fixed on the magic flame in the center of the circular platform below.

Once Fleur takes Ravenclaw's golden crown as the Triwizard Cup and emerges from there, she will start to cause a commotion, and take advantage of the chaos to send out the Dark Mark to notify those she "should" notify, so as to create a bigger situation. confusion.

But if Furong didn't get the golden crown, she would have to wait and wait for the golden crown to appear before taking action.

This operation does not allow failure, because the Imperius Curse on Fu Rong's mother was cast by Voldemort himself. To him, this is simply the most elaborate temptation plan.

But Voldemort, who secretly planned all this, did not expect that his series of behaviors had been guessed as early as before Maca left.

This was a game between Maca and Voldemort. Although the two were far apart now, their confrontation had already begun when Maca eliminated those werewolves.

"...I see," Dumbledore, who was sitting on the guest table, leaned back slightly and whispered to the seemingly unoccupied behind, "Please, Alastor... Let everyone cheer up, Always pay attention to all movements inside and outside the school!"