Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Moody has been a little melancholy recently.

Because Dumbledore left him again and acted without permission.

"Am I the superfluous one?"

Looking at the pendant box decorated with finely divided emeralds, the old "crazy-eyed man" couldn't help muttering to himself, pushed aside the sweet and greasy honey tea, and poured a mouthful of the small flat pot he carried with him. Whiskey in the flames.

Bitter wine enters my throat, my heart aches~

"The main reason is that I am afraid of danger, so I...

Haha, Alastor, don't mind."

Dumbledore knew he was suspected of treating his old friend as a "tool man", but he still believed that his decision was correct.

From cliff caves to Black House, which one is not dangerous?

Alastor is so old, his legs and feet are not good, in case something accident happens...

Take Klein more insurance.

That kid is so easy to use!

"Oh~"

With a sigh, Aristo Moody suppressed the unpleasantness in his heart, and carefully examined the newly acquired Horcrux of Voldemort-"Slytherin's Locket".

"There are four more."

Muttering to himself, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.(He didn't know that "Diary" and "Orochi" had been poisoned by someone)

"Ok."

Without explanation, Dumbledore nodded with deep eyes.

The chips in their hands are increasing bit by bit.

Sooner or later, these chips will completely tilt the balance of victory!

...

"Snee!"

The cold wind blew on the top of his bald head, and Peter, carrying a shovel, only felt that a bucket of ice water was poured from head to toe.

In January, when he was dying, he didn't even have a decent coat and was still wearing that tattered suit...

Bitter.

At least I can eat and wear warm when I am a rat, which is like now.

"Peter..."

Peter was in a trance.

Suddenly, a weak voice came in his mind, and Voldemort's mouth was half open behind Peter's head.

"Wrap the turban, you idiot."

The great Lord Voldemort was full of wind!

Although, he does not have a stomach.

"Yes, yes, my great master."

Peter was honest and obedient, covering the back of his head tightly.

He rubbed his dirty hands full of black mud, and kept looking around.

"Master, we should be here."

"Ok......"

Voldemort replied, and he fell into a long silence without knowing whether he was tired or something.

This is Little Hangleton, the Riddle family cemetery.

"Huh~"

Peter was relieved when he heard the affirmative answer.

All the way to avoid the Ministry of Magic and "Death Bloom", they finally sneaked back to the UK, came here, and took the first step in making a comeback.

There were not many tombstones in the cemetery, and he quickly found his goal: Tom Riddle.

Tear down the tombstone and dig the graveyard.

Peter brandished the stolen shovel and started digging busy.

He has short hands and digs very slowly.

But victory is perseverance.

Anyway, there was a wasteland around, no one at all, he dug for a while, rested for a while, and nothing happened.

When it was dark, Peter finally finished his work and saw the old blackened coffin.

"Well."

After swallowing and spitting, he carefully cleaned the soil around the coffin, only then used the head of the shovel to press against the edge of the coffin and tilted it vigorously.Three K Novel Network www.kkkxsxs.com

"Crunch."

The old coffin made a sour sound, accompanied by an indescribable stench.

Hearing the smell, Peter rolled his eyes up and almost fainted.

Fortunately, he was also a person who had experienced in strong winds and waves, barely staying sober and didn't make any jokes.

When the cold wind blew, the stench deposited in the coffin almost dissipated. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the corpse in the coffin.

Uh, it is not appropriate to say that it is a corpse.

Decades have passed, and the old Tom Riddle has rotten to a pile of bones.

"Very good...Peter...you did a good job."

Voldemort's voice rang in his mind again.

"Take his bones and let's go."

Voldemort had no feelings for his father at all, and some, just infinite disgust.

If it weren't for the ancient rebirth magic that required "father's bones", he could not wait to resurrect the old Tom Riddle and kill him after torturing!

"Um, Master, can you bring ashes?"

Looking at the bones in the coffin, Peter was worried.

He himself is an unregistered Animagus. Because of his particularity, he can avoid the eyes and ears of many people and complete unexpected infiltrations.

If you wear a big bone stick on your body, it's too easy to expose.

"Ok?"

Hearing Peter's proposal, Voldemort was stunned.

Theoretically speaking, "father's bone" is just a concept. What he needs for his resurrection is the power of resentment in the dark. The ashes and bones are the same.

Frustrated?

Voldemort became excited at once, and said viciously.

"Good idea, burn it for me!"

Life can't be frustrated, so let it be ashes after death.

After being aggrieved for so long, Voldemort finally ran into something that went well. With his understanding, even the feeling of weakness was alleviated a lot.

"Yes."

There is no guts to kill, but fire is the best.

Peter chuckled, took a bunch of dry branches, tried several times and finally lit the fire without a magic wand.

The fire was getting stronger and stronger. He picked up the bones in the coffin and threw them into the fire one by one...

The temperature is not enough, time is up.

He burned for almost five full hours before turning old Tom Riddle from a pile of bones into a pile of ashes.

"Put away some, and give me the rest!"

The voice of the filial son Voldemort was filled with joy.

That bastard is not worthy to leave any proof of existence in this world!

"Yes, my master."

This kind of work is so easy, it is much better than dealing with the lunatics of the Ministry of Magic or "Death Bloom".With a flattering smile, Peter tore off the rags from his clothes to wrap some ash, and put them away safely.

Then, he grabbed a handful of ashes still carrying the remaining warmth, and slammed it into the sky.

The ashes were blown by the wind and quickly dissipated.

"Hahahahahahaha, well, Peter, well done!"

Voldemort was very happy.

This is really his happiest time in the past two years.

Yang is good, but not enough!

"All of them are raised to me, those ashes are all raised to me."

On the back of Peter's head, Voldemort's eyes were red and his expression was terrifying.

Sooner or later, his enemies will be thwarted by him like old Tom Riddle!

"Yes, master!"

Although tired and hungry, the owner was happy, so Peter had to cheer up, grabbing a handful of ashes in each of his hands, just like just now, struggling to lift up to the sky.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

The lingering north wind whizzed past, and the ashes that had just been lifted by Peter were blown back in the direction of the wind!

Before Peter, with his mouth wide open, had time to react, his face was gray and gray.

Ok......

The taste is quite salty.