A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The fire in the fireplace leaped, adding a touch of warmth to the cold and windy walls that were in disrepair at night.

But all the warmth disappeared when the line of sight touched the speaker.

Voldemort sat directly in front of the fireplace with burning wood behind him. This position was closest to the flame, and the shadow cast was much deeper than other positions. Apart from seeing his silhouette, the Death Eaters were the most conspicuous. Those red eyes and pale skin were gone.

"Severus?" He looked at the seat next to his right.

"The Longbottoms have confirmed their return to the Order of the Phoenix. The two of them seem to have been individually assigned tasks, but no specific information has been discovered. It is not ruled out that they will be stalked under Dumbledore's instruction, and the target is someone present."

There was a slight commotion among the people at the long table. Some people adjusted their sitting posture uncomfortably, but others were excited.

"Master, let me go and let me find, I will catch them." A dark-skinned woman said excitedly. Judging from her profile, she must be very beautiful when she was young, but the years of prison has permanently changed her appearance and temperament, which is of course a bad development.

She has thin cheeks, protruding eyes, and her black curly hair clings to her head indiscriminately.

"Bellatrix, I don't doubt this, you have done it before." Voldemort looked at her with red eyes, "but you have more important things to do." After that, he stopped looking at her and turned And said to Snape, "Is there any more?"

"The Ministry of Magic and the ‘Future World’ company have reached an agreement on the anti-thief waterfall. I have to admit that this will have a significant impact on our business."

This time the commotion was even more pronounced, and the Death Eaters exchanged glances anxiously.

"It's that person's company..."

"We can't allow such a thing to happen!" a Death Eater yelled, hammering the table, "We should organize an attack immediately." Many people clamored, and the room was noisy.

"Are you willing to take the lead, Selwyn?" Voldemort asked softly, his voice easily overshadowing the hustle and bustle of the audience.

The Death Eaters were silent immediately, and their eyes became dodgy. In the end, they all turned their eyes on the wizard who spoke at the beginning. Selwyn whispered, "Lord, master, if this is your will, I, I will."

Voldemort smiled happily.

"You don't need to dedicate yourself," Voldemort said lazily. "I can almost conclude that the Ministry of Magic and Felix Hap will definitely be prepared...We must adapt to the new rules of war, Felix Hap. Made up a lot of gadgets, some of them were unexpectedly useful...the ring of ouroboros, is this the name? Ouroboros, eh?" He stared at Snape with scarlet snake eyes.

"Yes," Snape whispered. "He used it as a sign of himself in his early years. I think many people here know it." The Death Eaters frowned or shook their heads. "Later this symbol disappeared with his graduation, and it didn't reappear until he returned to teach at Hogwarts and founded his own professors club."

Voldemort made an unexplained sound.

"Professor's Club, Ouroboros... Severus, I thought it was a return gift you prepared for me when I heard the name."

Snape lowered his head. "Master, I have to admit that he is the most ambitious and well-organized character I have ever taught."

"You're right, I can imagine what he looked like when he was in school..." Voldemort said in a low voice: "I didn't understand why Felix Haip came so in time, and I wondered if it was yours. Someone betrayed me, but this newspaper gave me the answer." A newspaper floated from his hand and moved slowly on the long table.

The Death Eaters raised their heads from their positions and leaned forward to see clearly, but Voldemort obviously had no patience to let them read them one by one. "The above is very clear. The three Potters were recruited through the Ring of Ouroboros. Help."

"Other than that? Presumably many of you have heard of and even used the products of the "Future World" company. I am very interested in the sound mirror. Although it is said that the distance that it can contact is limited, it is foreseeable that, The situation of the war has changed. With our unique mark, we were ahead of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic more than a decade ago, but now we are back to the same starting line."

"Master, what do you mean?"

"It would be better if we can crack the magic above." Voldemort said slowly. "Let's go back to the Anti-thief Waterfall. This will interfere with the speed of our expansion, even though we can directly attack the target. The door, drag them out of the warm and comfortable bed, and threaten them with family members to do things for us"

Everyone laughed loudly.

"This is what I'm good at, Master!" a Death Eater exclaimed his loyalty.

"Thank you Rodolphs, you will have this opportunity." Voldemort said without any emotion, "but as I said, it will hinder us, who can come up with a solution?"

"Master, even with the anti-thief waterfall, we can still get all kinds of information through the familiar network."

Voldemort showed an expression of interest.

"I saw you with admiration, Selwyn, do you have a good candidate?"

"There is one, her surname is Umbridge. She has been cheating on me in the past and boasting that she is a relative of the Selwyn family, but everyone knows that she has a cleaner's father. I just think she used to be Fudge's confidant. To deal with a few words casually...I'm sure to let her pass the message to me." Selwyn said respectfully.

"I also know one. My nephew works in the Ministry of Magic and is the youngest director. He has a good relationship with many Aurors." Another Death Eater said.

"Very well, Avery. Since the loss of Yaxley, we have completely discredited Auror's actions." Voldemort said with satisfaction. "But even if he is dead, he is still contributing to our cause. We are meeting in his house now."

Soon the Death Eaters began to talk about it, no matter what they were, they could name a few acquaintances who worked at the Ministry of Magic. That adds up to almost sixty or seventy people. Needless to say, these people are the targets of the Death Eaters' next actions.

"Lucius."

"Yes, Master" Lucius Malfoy raised his head, met Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"What's the news from McNeill and Rookwood?"

"I haven't inquired yet." He replied in a low voice.

"I haven't inquired yet," Voldemort repeated in an unwavering voice, and Lucius couldn't help but shudder. "Does this mean that you lost power on the Ministry of Magic?"

"Master, please give me some time! I'm trying to get a relationship with the new minister, but the woman doesn't get into her, and she always follows Sirius Black. That must be someone sent by the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Sirius Black," Voldemort said, looking at Bellatrix, "If I remember correctly, he seems to be your cousin?"

"Yes, yes, Master," she said excitedly, her body couldn't help moving forward, trying to get closer to Voldemort, "No, he is not my cousin, he is the shame of the Black family, scum, I can’t wait to personally Kill him."

"Then you have a lot of people to solve." Voldemort said with a sneer.

Bellatrix seems to be confused, "how"

"Your niece has recently joined the Order of the Phoenix, and she is still very close to the werewolves. Shouldn't you say she is a family? She is even further than your sister... When will I hear about their wedding, you plan to send it? The last gift?"

Bellatrix gave Snape a fierce look. All the information about the Order of the Phoenix was provided by him.

Snape's thin lips forced a sarcastically smile.

"Master, she is not my niece. Since my sister married that mudblood, they have nothing to do with the Black family." Bellatrix immediately cleared the relationship, but her words did not satisfy Voldemort. .

She clearly felt this, with an expression of trepidation on her face, and at the same time leaning forward more, as if she was expressing loyalty by this. "Master, I will not sit back and watch this happen. Although they are willing to fall, I will never allow the blood of the Black family to be tarnished one step further. I assure you! Yes, Lucius, you don't want to be with Naxi either. Sha has a relationship with a werewolf who shed the same blood, right?"

"Yes." Lucius said dryly.

"Then we will do it now and kill them before the next meeting." Bellatrix said excitedly.

"I have an appointment with Hinkennis, Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic. If there is a time conflict...you have to make a choice." Lucius murmured, "Master, I have two things to report to you."

Voldemort's eyes fell on him again.

Lucius bit his scalp and said, "The first one, I met Haipu at the Ollivander Wand Shop. He was very unkind to me, and he reminded Ollivander to guard against me and us in front of me. "

"He does have a reason to do this." Voldemort said calmly, but his face was slightly distorted, like a pale snake against the flames, and the people around him dared not look at him at all.

"One bad news, Lucius. I hope your second news makes everyone happy." Voldemort said softly.

"Yes, of course," Lucius said breathlessly, "I inquired about Bode's exact location. He was taken to the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries. He is currently unconscious and the Ministry of Magic hasn't had time to discover the anomaly. . But he will always get better, if he is allowed to reveal to the Ministry that we are pursuing prophecies"

"Then make him unable to speak." Voldemort said, "Who wants to solve this trouble for me? An Dongning, what do you say?"

"It's my honor, the great Dark Lord." Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater with a long twisted face, grinned.

...

When the meeting was over, Voldemort left Severus Snape alone.

He stared at the black night sky, regretting it more than ever. Maybe I wait patiently for a few months or even a few years, and I will get the most perfect resurrection with the help of Harry Potter's blood, the blood of the man who made him lose his magic, flesh and power... Such Potter's mother The protection left on him will also exist in his own blood...

Regret and frustration afflicted Voldemort's heart. He has the intention to die actively and resurrect again, so that not only can he get rid of a strong enemy, but also make himself stronger. At least not as passive as it is now.

But he really couldn't wait.

On Christmas Eve, Felix Hayp and Dumbledore quietly raided Crouch’s old house and left him a huge psychological shadow. The closest chance to resurrection in a few years may be lost. He was even more panicked when he learned that Barty Jr. "cleaned up Mad-Eye Moody" according to the predetermined plan but was almost caught.

Since then, he never dared to let Barty Jr. out of his sight.

The months when he hesitated and made repeated decisions were also the days when he was most frightened. He was afraid that Felix and Dumbledore would suddenly appear in the next second and take away his only loyal servant. This will happen again next time. I don’t know how many years later.

One thing he hadn't considered before was that his resurrection materials were father's bones, servants' flesh, and enemies' blood. The latter two were actually time-limited.

Perhaps in a hundred years, he might end Dumbledore to death, but the Death Eaters who are loyal to him, hate and fear him will also disappear with time, and his name will be better than Dumbledore’s corpse. Faster decay, how can he resurrect?

Even though Voldemort thought he had defeated death, he was forced by time to lose his head.

What's more, Felix Hayp had already shown his prowess at that time, and quite a few people thought he would be the next Dumbledore-like figure.

When Voldemort was okay, he also read some gossip magazines to pass the time. The two parties were arguing on it. One said that Felix Hayp had surpassed Dumbledore because he had solved the Quidditch World Cup alone. The riots that took place were to defeat hundreds of wizards head-on. Although Voldemort sneered at it, there was still a market for this argument. The other side clearly believed that Felix Haupe was strong, but the distance was the greatest. The White Wizard' Dumbledore still has a long way to go. After all, Felix Hayp faced drunk and troubled wizard tourists in the World Cup. Those people were no different from unarmed Muggles.

The only point they agreed on was that Felix Haip was the most promising person to replace Dumbledore in the future, because everyone was surprised to find that he was far less than thirty years old.

Less than thirty years old!

This is also the point that Voldemort is most vigilant about. Even if he really survived a hundred years and killed Dumbledore, the stumbling block in front of him may become Haipu again.

So he chose to abandon Harry Potter's blood after repeated weighings and resurrected in secret.

But since his resurrection, all his plans have not gone smoothly, except for the absurd Dark Lord nemesis Harry Potter and his brave and intelligent companions (the recent slogan of the Ministry of Magic), and an additional ancient magic text professor. While he tried to deny his fate of failure in his heart, he couldn't help but doubt it.

Especially since he really heard a prophecy about his fate, no, half of it. He turned his head and looked at Snape, his red eyes dripping with blood, and his expression seemed unpredictable and impatient.

"That prophecy, repeat what you heard."

"Don't change a word?"

"Don't change a word."

Snape whispered. It didn't sound like his own voice. He seemed to be back in the tattered tavern in 1980 again, and his lips trembled uncontrollably. He said in a hoarse voice: "The man who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord approached... was born in a family who had resisted him three times... was born at the end of July..."

The dim room was silent again~www.readwn.com~ I don’t know how long it took, but Snape said dryly, "Master, I only heard this, and then the waiter at the Pig’s Head was spotted and driven out."

Voldemort did not answer, as if lost in thought.

What is the complete prophecy? Is there any...Did you mention Felix Haipu? Or... his own ending?

"Master?" Snape raised his voice, still without a trace of emotion in his tone.

"You can leave here and continue to collect information for me." Voldemort paused slightly and said: "If there is a chance, she will be a threat to get Amelia Burns' whereabouts."

"But Master, I don't have an informant at the Ministry of Magic"

"Using that Sirius Black, haven't they gotten very close recently?"

Snape lowered his head, his dark eyes flickering, "Oh, master," he said finally.