Hogwarts Card System Chapter 302

Chapter 301: The Resurrection of Voldemort!

When he found the old couple, they were already dressed in the exquisite clothes they had prepared, sitting at the table, savoring the bottle of red wine Ted had brought.

“Dumbledore said you… have some talent for prophecy. It seems to be true. Yes… our time has come.” Nicolas Flamel’s voice was very faint, his breath already unsteady.

Ted was silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“Don’t be sad, we are very happy. We will continue our journey, don’t worry about our departure.” Mrs. Flamel laboriously raised her cup to Ted and took a small sip.

A minute later, the two six-hundred-year-old elders ceased to breathe.

Ted carried the old couple to the bed, released Ansu, and had it notify Dumbledore.

As the old couple’s only remaining friend, he should be there to bid them farewell.

On July 7th, after six hundred years of trials and tribulations, the Flamels returned to tranquility…

Dumbledore presided over the Flamels’ funeral, although Ted was the only one in attendance.

According to Flamel’s will, if there was anything of interest, they could take it; the rest would quietly remain with them in their eternal sleep.

Although Flamel had already distributed all of his six-hundred-year legacy two years prior, including shares in the French magic school Beauxbatons, he had nothing valuable left in his hands.

But to others, it was not so; at least the temptation of the Philosopher’s Stone was immense.

Therefore, the funeral was not to be publicized.

The two old people probably no longer cared about posthumous honors.

The Flamels were buried in their secluded garden, where the magic was completely sealed by Dumbledore.

No one would be able to find it again, not even he or Ted.

Let them depart in peace.

The two stood by the river for a long time.

Ted felt a pang of sadness; these two elders were truly kind. With Mr. Flamel’s help, Ted’s alchemy quickly rose to level 6, and Mrs. Flamel was also very caring towards Ted.

Although he knew they had chosen peace themselves, he still found it hard to let go.

“Any plans for the holidays?” Dumbledore asked.

Ted thought for a moment, then said, “I’ll rest for a bit first, then contact my friends… They’ve been inviting me to the Quidditch World Cup final. I thought I wouldn’t have the time…”

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly shook.

Ted was startled, thinking there was a problem with the magic.

But it wasn’t; the tremor was not from the Flamels’ final resting place, but from deep within the earth.

…

Two weeks earlier, less than a week after Ted arrived in Paris, three people came to Paris.

Perhaps it shouldn’t be said “three people”?

The one leading them was not human; he was a necromancer who had mastered the powers of death and demons.

Yes, it was that otherworldly wizard, Ryan!

He had originally sent his heart away, operating on the principle of caution being the parent of safety.

This prudent action saved his life.

Although the loss of his body had prevented him from fully recovering even now, as long as he was alive, that was all that mattered. It was merely a matter of time.

The second person was Voldemort!

His skin was pale, his body emaciated, skin and bones, and he had no nose.

How did he resurrect, and how did he end up with Ryan?

This brings us to the third person—Barty Crouch Jr.!

In the original story, this individual was a Death Eater who had reached the pinnacle of strength, intelligence, and ability.

One could say he was the only Death Eater capable of acting independently.

He, along with Bellatrix and seven other Death Eaters, set a trap that led to the deaths of the Potters.

And after being identified in court, he gave up all pretense. He openly displayed狂热 and madness, shouting that his master would return to punish them!

His father, Barty Crouch Sr., was obsessed with power; he had previously been mentioned as one of the most promising candidates for the next Minister for Magic, holding the position of Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

At that time, Barty Sr.’s position was Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

He immediately declared that he would act righteously and disown his son! There was no need for a trial; his son would rot in Azkaban!

However, Barty Jr.’s mother was a doting parent, and she couldn’t bear this blow. She fell gravely ill within half a year. Her last request was for Barty Sr. to save their son.

And although Barty Sr. had disowned his son for righteousness, other wizards thought: he’s too ruthless; if he’s so harsh on his own son, who would dare to follow him? This actually caused him to lose the election!

Unable to resist his dying wife’s pleas, he then secretly visited his son in prison with his wife, and then had his wife, who had drunk Polyjuice Potion, switch places with Barty Jr.

Three days after the visit, “Barty Jr.” in Azkaban died.

From then on, the real Barty Jr. was imprisoned at home by his father, constantly controlled by the Imperius Curse.

And in late May, the Quidditch World Cup knockout matches began to be held in Great Britain.

Barty Sr., persuaded by his house-elf Winky, agreed to let his “dull” son, who hadn’t left the house in many years, attend this grand event to clear his mind.

As a result, on his way home after a match, Barty Jr. stunned Winky and ran away!

That’s why Barty Jr. was so clever!

Soon, he managed to acquire an illegal wand and began to inquire about current events.

Being the sole heir of the pure-blood Crouch family, many things in the magical world were no secret to him. He quickly learned about the Forbidden Forest incident, which had been placed under a gag order.

His first reaction was: The Master has appeared! It must be the Master; no one else has this power! The Master must have been thwarted by Dumbledore once again, and I must return to my Master’s side!

So, he followed the clues and actually tracked them all the way to Rome!

Ryan was also bold, hiding right under the Pope’s nose.

Of course, he was just there to see how powerful this “Pope” was, only to find that he was just an ordinary person. He also wanted to stay away from that white wizard! He would work hard and plan for another battle!

But the Barty Jr. who came looking was a wizard, and Ryan caught him.

Barty Jr. then realized that it wasn’t his great Master.

He didn’t want to die! He still had to serve his great Master!

So, he began to bluster.

As long as it didn’t involve Voldemort, his intelligent cells took over, and he quickly convinced Ryan to find his powerful Master to help Ryan rule the world!

Coincidentally, Albania, where Voldemort was hiding, was just across the sea from Italy.

Thus, Neville had a dream where the remnant soul of Voldemort was grabbed by a ghostly hand.

Ryan: “This is your powerful Master? Barely surviving by possessing a rabbit?!”

Ryan’s ghostly hand squeezed Voldemort as he squinted at his previously promising young wizard subordinate.

Barty Jr. was also a little confused; this appearance was indeed his Master, but after ten years, how had he become so pathetic?

He forced himself to explain: “My Master possesses special magic; he cannot be killed.”

Ryan scrutinized Voldemort in his hand, a hint of disdain in his eyes: “I hope you can be of help, otherwise you’ll learn that even in your current state, you are not unkillable!”

Not long after, with Barty Jr.’s help, Voldemort was resurrected using some advanced dark magic.

But he could feel that he seemed to be slightly weaker than Ryan.

Coupled with the fact that this ugly and strange fellow indeed possessed a power to control death, which made Voldemort extremely wary, he suppressed the resentment in his heart and played along.

Barty Jr. saw this and felt anxious, wondering how he could help his Master get rid of this new boss.

Doing it himself would be too risky; it would be better to use someone else.

You want to rule the world?

Good! I’ll find a way for you!

After thinking for several days, he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea due to an unexpected piece of gossip.

So, half a month ago, the three came to the Parisian underground… triggering this small-scale earthquake!

(End of Volume Three!)

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