As soon as he landed on the ground, Little Barty let out a wail that sounded like a ghost. He broke free from Huo Fa and pounced towards the broken building that stood tall in the night. "Master … Master! Your most loyal servant is back! "
His hoarse voice spread far and wide in the night.
Nicole Lemour frowned as she looked at the crazy Little Barty. She then looked around. "Is this where Voldemort is now? It looks like … it's been abandoned for many years."
"Of course. Do you think he's staying in a five-star hotel?" Hoffa shrugged. "He's been down and out for so many years. It's good enough that he can stay in a place like this."
"I can't believe that the Black Devil, who was unparalleled ten years ago, has fallen to such a state." Nicole sighed. "I think you don't know how arrogant he used to be."
"How arrogant?"
Hoffa raised his eyebrows.
"There's no one in the world who can't be killed. In this regard, he's really like his ancestors."
"Slytherin?"
"Including the three Pévlier brothers. Except for the youngest Pévlier, the other two are bloodthirsty guys."
"You know them very well?"
"Although I've never seen them, I believe that everyone's alchemy products carry the mark of their master that can't be erased. And Cadmus Pévlier is the legendary master of playing with life and death. "
Nicole paused and smiled. "It's just that this kind of person is often taken care of by the Grim Reaper. I heard that after his death, his soul was hung on the Path of Thorns in Hörheim, never to be free."
"The Path of Thorns in Hörheim?"
Hoffa asked curiously. "What's that?"
"I've only heard of it before."
Nicole shrugged. "It's a very old legend. No one knows what it means."
At this time, a short figure appeared and interrupted the conversation between the two. His head was protruding, and his face flashed with an uneasy smile. He nodded and bowed to Huo Fa and said, "Ba … Mr. Bach, master, master invites you in."
"It's you, Worm Tail!"
The excited Little Barty grabbed Peter Pettigrew's arm and stroked his bald head. He said in a frantic tone, "Quick, bring me in quickly. Quick, bring me to see Master. I haven't seen Master in thirteen years! "
Peter Pettigrew anxiously pushed Buddy Jr.'s hand away. "Come with me."
After that, he led the three of them to the top of Liddell Manor.
As they walked, Buddy Jr. asked, "Where are the others? Where's Lucius, Bella, and Severus? Are they all back? "
"No …"
Peter the Little Dwarf muttered, "I'm the first, uh … if we don't count Mr. Bach, you're the second …"
"What?!"
Little Barty's immediately started complaining about the injustice.
"Could it be that those people have a vicious and cold father? Why didn't they come back? Also, why did you let Master live in such a dirty and messy place?!"
Faced with his question, Peter Pettigrew remained silent and did not answer.
At this time, a leisurely voice came from the depths of the castle.
"Is Barty back?"
It was Lord Voldemort's voice. Buddy Jr., Crouch, shuddered. His face was filled with joy. He ran even faster. "Sure enough, Master loves me the most. Sure enough, Master still remembers me …"
Bang!!
Returning to the burning fireplace hall, Buddy Jr. stood at the entrance of the hall, panting. His eyes were filled with tears. "Master … my respected master, my dear master, your most loyal servant is back."
Huo Fa, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but get goosebumps from his mushy tone.
"Come here, let me see you." Lord Voldemort leaned back in his chair and said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, Master."
Buddy Jr.'s eyes were hazy with tears. He knelt down like a pilgrim and crawled forward.
In front of the fireplace, Lord Voldemort's chair turned around.
Buddy Jr. crawled to the front of the chair and slowly raised his head.
Hoffa, who was beside him, kept glancing at this guy. Then, he saw a wonderful scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life. Before this, he never thought that a person's expression could be so complicated.
Buddy Jr. was looking at the wrinkled little thing on the chair that looked like a monkey fetus.
The expression on his face changed from fanaticism and joy to shock. Then, it gradually cooled down and became deathly pale. Then, it gradually turned to fear and confusion. Finally, he lowered his head and his body began to tremble. "Mas … Master?!"
"It's me." Lord Voldemort smiled.
Buddy Jr. lowered his head and stuttered. "You … How did you become like this …?"
"I was cursed, by an evil woman."
"Is that so … Hah … Damn it …" Although Little Barty said that, he did not seem to share a common enemy. His tone was filled with numbness, unwillingness, and doubt.
Hoffa could not help but smile.
At this time, the smile on Lord Voldemort's face gradually changed. He leaned back in the large chair and put his short fingers on the back of the chair. His red eyes were somewhat sinister.
"What, are you disappointed in me?"
"I, I, I didn't …" Buddy Jr. immediately said. "What, what are you thinking?"
"Oh, that's good."
Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said slowly. I haven't heard you call me Master for many years. I really miss it. Now, call me that a few more times. "
"Mas … Master …" Little Barty's cheeks were twitching as he stuttered a little.
"Look at my face," Lord Voldemort said calmly.
Buddy Jr. raised his head with difficulty. Hoffa, who was standing beside him, could see that he maintained a smile on his face, but that smile was extremely stiff and restrained.
"Mas … Mas … Master."
Yes. Voldemort raised his thin and weak fist and stroked the dry yellow hair of the young man in front of him. Then, he looked at him weakly and mockingly. This action made Voldemort's stiff and stone-like smile become even more distorted.
Lord Voldemort said, "No, call me Honorable Master. Just like when you just came in. "
Buddy Jr. said, "Honorable … Honorable … Master …"
"Call me Dear Master again," Lord Voldemort continued.
"Dear … Dear, dear … Master."
Buddy Jr. squeezed out a smile, but his expression was stiff as if he was about to break down. Hoffa could see that his fists were clenched tightly on his knees, and the veins on the back of his hands were popping out.
After looking at each other for a while, he finally could not take it anymore. He bit his lip and lowered his head, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
"Okay, you can go."
Lord Voldemort waved his short arms and said coldly with an expressionless face, "I have something to discuss with our guest. Worm Tail, take him away. "
"Yes, Master."
Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding in the corner, walked up and grabbed Buddy Jr.'s arm. Buddy Jr.'s face was pale. He stood up in a daze and followed Peter Pettigrew out of the room. When he passed by the door, he accidentally tripped.
"Mortals … Hmph hmph …"
When only the three of them were left in the room, Lord Voldemort raised his head. There was a trace of loneliness in his eyes, but that trace of emotion was quickly extinguished by the flames of desire.
He looked at Hoffa and Nicole Lemay and asked, "Which one of you is in charge?"
Nicole Lemay looked at Hoffa and was about to stand up, but Hoffa beat her to it and said, "We are just partners. No one is in charge."
"Hmph, you are so slick, Bach." Lord Voldemort smiled and looked at Nicole Lemay. "Hey, old man, what do you want Pévlier's alchemy for? Do you want to change your shell?"
"You are so wise, Lord Black Devil."
Nicole Lemay lowered her posture. "I've had enough of this old and frail body. There are a lot of things that I can't do."
"Then why don't you use the Sorcerer's Stone?" Lord Voldemort sneered. "Four years ago, I asked you to borrow the Sorcerer's Stone. Not only did you not lend it to me, but you also carefully hid it."
"The Sorcerer's Stone can barely prolong my life, but it can't bring me exuberant vitality."
Nicole Lemay said, "I didn't know that it was you who needed it. Besides, Dumbledore asked me in advance, so I couldn't refuse. A person of your status will definitely understand."
Hoffa looked at the old man's flawless lie and thought that it was true that the older one lived, the thicker one's skin would get.
Lord Voldemort quickly lost interest in Nicole Lemay after failing to gain any advantage. He waved his hand. "Okay, go out. For Bach's sake, I will let you participate in my resurrection ceremony. How much you can remember depends on your ability. Don't expect me to take the initiative to teach you anything. "
"Thank you, Lord Black Devil."
Nicole Lemay bowed again. At this moment, he looked more like a loyal servant than Buddy Jr.
After bowing, he stepped back and closed the door like a qualified butler, leaving Hoffa and Lord Voldemort alone in the room.
Lord Voldemort looked at Hoffa and said indifferently, "Next, how are you going to send Harry Potter to me?"
"I don't have much of an idea. Probably to sneak into the Hogwarts." Hoffa said honestly, "He's under Dumbledore's protection. It's still difficult to send him here regularly."
"About that, I have a suggestion."
Hoffa guessed what he was going to say.
Sure enough, Voldemort said, "I've cursed that school's Defense Against Black Magic class. No one has ever been able to stay in the class for a full year. I've heard some news that this year, they're going to send that guy, Alastor Moody, to be the teacher. I don't know if you've heard of him. He's a retired old Aura. He's two years younger than us. "
"Is that so?" Hoffa raised his eyebrows.
"Find a way to pretend to be him and sneak in. They're going to have some kind of tournament this year. Let Harry Potter get some of the limelight first, and then beat him hard."
Hoffa shook his head. "I can't pretend. If it's a transformation class, I don't mind. I'm not good at Defense Against Black Magic."
"Don't be so modest, Mr. Bach. With your transformation ability, the simple black magic in the textbooks is just a side effect."
He looked at Hoffa maliciously. "Hmph, besides, didn't you tell me fifty years ago that when Miles retired, you wanted to apply to be a Defense Against Black Magic professor? Why, are you getting more and more cowardly now?"
"I …"
Hoffa was silent. He felt that there was nothing wrong with Lord Voldemort's idea. It was just that he really didn't like the feeling of not being able to jump out of the shackles of fate no matter what he did. It was as if no matter what he did, he was always walking in circles and would always return to the starting point. What was going to happen would definitely happen.
"You do this first. When I conquer the Hogwarts, I'll give you the position of Dean of Ravenclaw and a transformation class teacher. Of course, if you want to be the principal, that's fine too. "
Lord Voldemort skillfully made empty promises, not caring about Hoffa's subtle change in expression. "What do you think? I'm a good friend, right? Not only can he resurrect your little girlfriend, but he can also help you reach the pinnacle of life."
"Let's talk about it after you do it."
Hoffa said dryly, "What about Buddy Jr? What are you going to do?"
"Let him follow you." Lord Voldemort waved his arm indifferently and laughed. "If you need a dog to bite people, he'll be very useful. If it's you, I think he'll be happy to help you bite people."
"Must I?" Hoffa frowned. "I can do well without him."
"Must."
Lord Voldemort lowered his head and said slowly but viciously, "Either you kill him, or you take him with you. As long as you send Harry Potter here before I resurrect, you can do whatever you want."
Hoffa didn't say anything else.
After dealing with the matter, Lord Voldemort looked a little tired. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Let's go, Bach. I don't think we need to see each other again before you send Harry Potter here."
.....
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When Hoffa returned to the hall of Liddell Manor, Nicole Lemay was already waving her wand in the empty hall. The items in the hall were moved around, and soon a workshop was built. It seemed that she was ready to learn the resurrection spell here.
"Where's Buddy Jr?"
Hoffa asked Nicole Lemay.
Nicole Lemay pointed to the corner. "Look, that's not him."
Looking in the direction that Nicole Lemay was pointing at, Barty Crouch Jr. was sitting in the corner of the hall like a statue in a pile of broken wooden boxes. He was hugging his knees and had a miserable expression on his face.
Hoffa thought it was funny, so he went to him. "Hey, do you want to come with me?"
He didn't respond at all, as if he had gone deaf.
"Hey, are you coming or not?" Hoffa asked in a more serious tone.
"Uh … Huh …?"
Buddy Jr's soul returned to his body little by little. He raised his eyes and looked at Hoffa blankly. He didn't hear what Hoffa said at all.
Hoffa was amused and a little sympathetic. Peter came to Lord Voldemort because he had been found by Harry Potter and Sirius. He had nowhere to go. But Buddy Jr wasn't like that. His father was a high official in the Ministry of Magic. He was far from being at the end of his rope. Even when he fell into Azkaban, his father had swapped him out. What he needed was not material survival, but spiritual sustenance.
And now, this sustenance had completely collapsed the moment he saw the weak and ugly Lord Voldemort.
Perhaps Buddy Jr's thoughts were still stuck in the era of Lord Voldemort's endless glory more than ten years ago. He was living in his own excessive fantasies when he was incomparably powerful.
This made him think of the tragedy of the male netizens in the future who were tricked by overly beautified photos of women, only to find out that the other party was a tiger tank when they saw the real person.
But Lord Voldemort wasn't an ordinary woman who used beautified photos, nor was he a mediocre person who cared about appearances. He was a devil with a strong desire to dominate.
Perhaps Buddy Jr was still immersed in disappointment and couldn't extricate himself, so he didn't notice. But Hoffa had just seen the clear murderous intent in Lord Voldemort's eyes. Based on this alone, he could sentence Buddy Jr to death.
Perhaps the moment Lord Voldemort was completely resurrected, what awaited this pitiful creature was death or endless torture.
However, all of this didn't have much to do with Hoffa. His sympathy quickly dissipated into nothingness. There were thousands of people living in dreams, and Hoffa felt that he had no obligation to wake them up.
Whether this was Lord Voldemort trying to disgust him or to kill him with a borrowed knife, since one of the conditions that Lord Voldemort gave him was to bring Buddy Jr along, then for the sake of resurrection, he had no choice but to bring this guy along.
"Let's go," he said coldly.
"Where to …?"
Buddy Jr was at a loss. "Mr. Bach, can … can I go back?"
"Go back?" Hoffa's lips curled into a mocking smile. "No, you have to follow behind me."
"We … we … what are we going to do?"
"Resurrect your master."
Hoffa finished speaking calmly and walked out.
Resurrect his master …
Resurrect his master.
Resurrect his master?
Buddy Jr was like a dying man who had grabbed onto a life-saving straw. He suddenly jumped three feet into the air with an ecstatic look on his face. He hurriedly followed behind Hoffa, breathing heavily. "What, that wasn't my master just now?"
Hoffa: "You don't think so?"
"Of course not. My master is wise and powerful. He can command tens of thousands of people with just a wave of his hand. How could it be … How could it be …" He turned back to look at Liddell Manor. There was a disgusting look on his face as he gritted his teeth. "How could he be a monster that is neither human nor ghost?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together as if he had brainwashed himself. "That's right … that's right, my master must still be somewhere and hasn't returned. He must be waiting for me to save him. That must be it … Mr. Bach, is that right?"
"Yes," Hoffa said nonchalantly.
"That's great, that's it!!!"
Hoffa's affirmation made Buddy Jr even more excited. He immediately snapped out of his state of self-doubt. "Hurry up and tell me, how can I resurrect my real master?"
Hoffa sighed inwardly and then pretended to be serious. "If you could bring your real master back, what would you do?"
"I can do anything."
Buddy Jr patted his chest confidently. "I'm awesome."
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