The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Hogwarts!

He has not come back here for many, many years.

The last time I came here was more than fifty years ago.

At that time, he came to Albus Dumbledore and humbly asked him for a teaching position to replace Professor Galatea Mellors, who had been at Hogwarts for fifty years.

He is willing to give him and his talents to Dumbledore, and he is willing to share what he has learned in his life with the students of Hogwarts. He is even willing to conduct research here and push magic to an unprecedented level...

Albus Dumbledore, however, brusquely turned him down.

Since then, he has never returned to this school, the first home in his life.

Since then, Hogwarts has not had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for more than a year.

...

Voldemort opened his eyes again, and the scarlet light scanned his surroundings.

In the originally small room, more than a dozen wizards have been squeezed in. These are his loyal servants, and they dare not show their atmosphere now.

"Draco!" Voldemort whispered one of them by name.

Draco Malfoy plucked up his courage, walked up to him step by step, and said softly, "Master..."

"You've done well, Draco!" said Voldemort, smiling. "Extend your arm."

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord," said Draco Malfoy, hiding the tremor in his voice as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

A bright red tattoo pattern - a snake spit out from the mouth of a skeleton, appeared on his arm.

Draco couldn't help but let out a groan.

"As I said, the loyal will be rewarded." Voldemort said loudly: "Albus Dumbledore is not in the castle at this time, I can feel it; so, now is the time for you to show your loyalty!"

"Understood, master!" More than a dozen Death Eaters said in unison.

"I...go out to explore the way first..." Draco said while suppressing the pain.

He opened the door to the Room of Requirement, took a deep breath, and walked out.

...

"Everything is normal outside, master!" Draco shouted softly after scanning the corridor on the eighth floor and seeing that there were no patrolling personnel.

"Very good!" Voldemort's hideous face immediately appeared in the corridor.

After him, one Death Eater after another emerged from the Room of Requirement.

Voldemort stretched out his slender fingers, and gently stroked the portrait of the troll beating him, he sighed softly: "The taste of Hogwarts has not changed at all for so many years...but if you can It would be even better if all the Mudbloods were removed from this school!"

"What should we do now, Master?" Draco said tremblingly, looking around uneasily.

"Gibbon, take the people out of the castle and head towards the Forbidden Forest. Remember to cause as much damage as possible along the way." Voldemort calmly ordered: "After we finish here, we must leave Hogwarts that way."

"Okay, master!"

"The rest of you, come with me to the Astronomy Tower..."

"Who!" Voldemort hadn't finished speaking when suddenly several roars came from the end of the corridor.

It's a few wizards dressed as Aurors, who seem to be patrols inside Hogwarts Castle.

Voldemort waved his wand disdainfully, and a pitch-black mist appeared in the corridor, making it impossible for the Aurors to see them anymore.

"According to the plan just now!" Voldemort yelled angrily: "Until Dumbledore returns to Hogwarts, I will not shoot again."

A piercing explosion sounded from the other side of the corridor, and those Aurors seemed to have triggered some kind of alarm...

Along the stairs, a dozen or so Death Eaters began to split into two groups.

Due to the alarm just now, the entire Hogwarts guards and teachers seemed to have noticed that the Death Eaters who were heading towards the Forbidden Forest seemed to fight with them along the way.

However, Voldemort ignored them and continued to run towards the Astronomy Tower with the remaining Death Eaters.

...

At the same time, in the principal's office not far from the crime scene——

"Tom Riddle!" Harry Potter almost burst into a cold sweat when he saw this name.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this name will be a little strange; but Harry is very clear that this is Voldemort's name when he was at Hogwarts...

And the Marauder's Map doesn't lie!

"Voldemort is coming to Hogwarts!" Harry grabbed Jon's hand: "Where is Professor Dumbledore, he must stop him!"

"Calm down, Harry. Please stay calm!" Jon comforted patiently: "Professor Dumbledore naturally has his arrangements, and we also have our tasks!"

"Then what do we need to do?" Harry asked quickly.

"Speaking of which, our allies should be here too!" Jon looked at his watch.

Then, he waved his wand, and suddenly a raging flame ignited in the fireplace in the principal's office——

Then, two figures emerged from the flames one after another.

Alastor Moody walked at the head of the line, his moving magic eyes glanced first at Harry, then at Jon.

"Hart, should we go?" Moody asked in a deep voice.

"Wait a moment, there are two friends." Jon said calmly.

And the other person—

"Kingsley!" Harry Potter couldn't help exclaiming again.

Just tonight, he had already seen two "friends" who were already confirmed dead.

"Good evening, Harry!" Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice was still deep and slow, calming.

The fire in the fireplace appeared again, and a second later, two more wizards walked out of the flames, one after the other.

Walking in front was a stooped old man who looked a little wretched.

Harry recognized him immediately. He was the headmaster of Durmstrang, the Dark wizard who had raided Hogwarts on Christmas Eve.

And the witch behind him was also very familiar to Harry.

He was the leader of the group of wizards who attacked Grimmauld Place before Christmas. In addition, she is also the murderer who killed "Kingsley"!

After the witch walked in, she nodded slightly towards Kingsley with her indifferent face, and Kingsley also nodded to her with a smile.

"Everyone is here, now it's time for us to play!" Jon said with a serious face: "Are you all ready?"

"Maybe it's because I have a low IQ!" On the wall beside him, a portrait suddenly said, "Jon, until now, I still don't understand what you are going to do?"

"You'll understand later, Phineas." A smile suddenly appeared on Jon's face: "I'm going to play something dirty with Tom!"