Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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As expected, he caught up with the hot breakfast made by the house elves.

"You got up very early today."

While spreading butter on his slice of bread, he opened his mouth, and Draco still had a somewhat awake look on his face-in order to become a friend who could match Klein, he quietly studied under the covers yesterday.

"Ok."

Klein nodded without saying much.

In fact, he didn't wake up early, he didn't sleep much at all.

"Today is the day of the "Mutual Aid Association" activity again. The representatives of each college have been selected. Don't forget to prepare your speech tonight."

Although after Cedric joined, Klein has always acted as a hand-off shopkeeper in the Mutual Aid Association, but everything is still going on in an orderly manner.

For example, the "academy representative" he didn't care much about~

"Oh?"

Klein came to energy and touched Draco with his elbow.

"Tell me, who are the college representatives?"

"Other colleges don't know, our college is Pansy..."

Speaking of the name, Draco had a toothache—the girl's combat effectiveness was so blatant that many senior girls could not compete with her.

"...And Captain Flint."

Marcus Flint, the captain of the Quidditch team, is a big five and three rough, but there is no shortage of calculations and standard snake academy talents.

Klein nodded.

To be a representative among so many students, there are still two brushes. Under the care of these people, the "mutual aid association" will definitely be more organized.

Some irresponsible Mr. Grindelwald thought to himself.

...

"boom!"

Voldemort's head knocked against the wall beside him because of his rush.

But he can't care about the pain in his head now, and the feeling of soul annihilation has almost tortured him crazy!

Hate, endless resentment.

If negative energy can kill people, then this Azkaban will definitely be killed by him.

As if ten million cold needles were piercing the depths of his own soul, Voldemort was panting, his big round eyes turned blood red.

I don't know how long it took, the pain disappeared.

But this is not the end. The weakness feedback from the depths of the soul swept the body instantly, and Voldemort's body seemed to crush a mountain.

He was lying on the cold floor, even his thinking was a little lost.

"Sauron...Sauron...Sauron..."

With a name chanting back and forth in his mouth, Voldemort seemed stupid and his expression became more and more mad.

After the diary, is it his pet snake?

Six back roads, now there are only four left, he hates it!

"No, I can't stay here anymore, I want to go out, I must go out!"

After the weakness, sober gradually returned to his mind, Voldemort climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his nails pierced deeply into the fragile skin.

Now he has no possibility to escape from prison.

The weaker his spirit, the weaker his body, the weaker his body, the weaker his spirit.

This almost formed a vicious circle!

There is only one way........

That is to completely abandon the body that Quilinus Quillow had obtained by sacrificing everything, return to the ghost state again, and leave in the spirit world.

"There is no doubt that this will make me very, very weak, but... it's better than death than life!"

Before the soul fragments in Nagini were destroyed, Voldemort always had a trace of luck in his heart. If he could use this body to leave Azkaban, the subsequent resurrection ceremony would be much simpler.

Unfortunately, the ideal state is only an ideal state after all.

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As a ruthless man who almost overturned the British magical world, Voldemort made up his mind that he would never look back.

He smiled gloomily, walked to the side of the cell, and then suddenly began to accelerate.

Not to mention, even though they are only 1.4 meters tall, those two short legs are really not too slow.

With three or four steps away from the wall, he stopped and rushed towards the reinforced wall in a very standard "bazooka" posture.

"Farewell, cage!"

Voldemort was crying in his heart.

"boom!"

There was a muffled noise, and Voldemort's room seemed to tremble a little.

"Ok?"

The patrolling jailer noticed something strange and hurried to the door of the cell. He happened to see Voldemort lying quietly on the ground. He didn't know if he was dizzy or dead.

"It's not honest!"

A prisoner who tried to commit suicide in Azkaban was a violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic!The Ministry of Magic has not sentenced you to death. You want to commit suicide. Is it too shameful for the Ministry of Magic?

The jailer furiously found a dementor, opened the door, and let the monster covered in a ragged hood float in.

then.......

"what!!!!!"

Heart-piercing screams resounded through the cell.

"Oh, enjoy it."

Strictly speaking, the life of every prisoner here belongs to the Ministry of Magic.

wanna die?

How can it be that simple!

The jailer waited patiently for the dementor to enjoy his "good meal", and when the movement inside almost disappeared, he let the dementor float out and locked the door again.

"See if you dare next time!"

Of course, it was impossible for Voldemort to reply now.

The current Dark Lord is like a water balloon that has been thrown into the sky and then fell fiercely. He feels like he has no good place for his body.

God damn Quirrell, why is this body weak everywhere, but the skull is so thick!

Voldemort felt so wronged.

"I...can't...give up..."

Perhaps it was a bottoming out, and after suffering a certain level of misery, Voldemort became a bachelor instead.

broken!kettle!Shen!boat!

With red eyes, and ignoring the blood that fell from his head, he retreated to the side of the cell again and began to accelerate a second time.

If you can't kill yourself once, then hit it again.

I really don't believe it!

"boom!"

There was a louder movement than before, and Voldemort's eyes went dark again, and he lost control of his body.

"Oh, so stubborn."

The jailer who hadn't gone far hurried back and saw Voldemort lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The same charter.

Open the door and release the dementor.

But within three minutes, there was a movement that was the same as before, and even more tragic than before.

"what!!!!!"

All emotions were absorbed, the dementor floated out contentedly, and the jailer skillfully locked the door and turned to leave.

"Quiro, you fucking dare to hurt me as a trash!"

Gritting his teeth and chanting the name of the servant who was already utterly utterly uttered, Voldemort's eyes shed blood and tears unconsciously.

He tucked his knees and curled up on the ground, cursing unceasingly.

"Damn Sauron, damn Ministry of Magic, damn jailer, damn dementor, damn skull, damn skull, damn skull!"