Chapter 793 Ehehehe~ Anton Is Dead~

The villagers of Little Hangleton used to be afraid of a family on the hillside. In that old house called 'Riddle Mansion', there used to be a group of nobles who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and rode tall white horses.

Now it is covered with vines, overgrown with weeds, and the dilapidated windows creak in the howling wind. The half-drawn window frames hit the pillars with vines and graceful girl reliefs from time to time, adding a bit of desolation after the dilapidation .

You know, a terrible thing happened here.

The Riddle family died tragically overnight, and the cause of death is unknown!

Of course, there are not always people here. Frank Bryce is the gardener of the Riddle family. He was once suspected of being the murderer of the Riddle family.

No one knows whether he has nowhere to go, or whether he is nostalgic for the old master. This old man has been waiting in this old house.

Everyone didn't care much about what would happen to Frank. Maybe he would die of illness in a corner of the mansion one day, maybe he was swallowed by a terrible demon, no one cared.

Frank did die.

He was hung upside down under an apple tree in the old house, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, reflecting the fire not far away, and gradually falling into the pool of blood on the ground with a drawing.

That fire was in the banquet hall of the Riddle Mansion.

The flames rose, but no one felt a trace of warmth, only bursts of coldness seemed to spread from the bones.

The coldness spread, and climbed up to a bathtub on the ground that looked like a cauldron, gathering in the emerald green potion inside, stimulating the bubbles at the bottom of the bathtub to burst.

As the bubble burst, the murmurs of the people walking around also became vast and empty, completely weird.

It was so weird that there was no trace of life.

So at this moment, so many people in black wizard robes are waving wheat ears, branches, dead pigeons, etc. in a circle, chanting ancient Greek spells in unison.

"San Chekman~"

A low and strange cry sounded, and Bella held a silver dagger upside down and slashed it heavily on her palm, blood dripping into the medicine in the bathtub.

The blood seemed to be alive, smudged in the dark green liquid medicine, and gradually turned into a floating shadow.

bang bang~

bang bang~

A heartbeat sounded from the cauldron, and then the dark green medicinal liquid shook, and a middle-aged wizard with a handsome nose and black hair suddenly appeared in the bathtub.

Bella laughed nervously in excitement, bent over, and stared at the figure in the cauldron, her eyes full of fascination.

At this moment, the middle-aged wizard suddenly opened his eyes. They were a pair of unique eyes, as black as ink, but with a faint red light.

Bella happily performed the wizard etiquette of praise, bent down and bowed, and then stretched out her hand to help the person in the bathtub to sit up.

Little Barty seemed a little excited, and walked up with a wizard robe.

"Master, congratulations on your resurrection!"

Voldemort stood up completely from the bathtub, put on his wizard robes under the service of Bella and Little Barty, and another Death Eater handed over the Elder Wand.

"No, little Barty, you're wrong!"

Voldemort chuckled, "I'm not just resurrected!"

Holding the wand in his backhand, he gently raised it, "I found that I have completely recovered, Voldemort and Tom Riddle have completely achieved a perfect fusion."

"And the stones that blocked our way in the past have been turned into dust with that explosion, and the possibility has been completely lost!"

Immediately, the people around chanted 'Holy Riddle' and fell to their knees, crazily raising their hands and roaring.

"Go!"

Voldemort shouted loudly, "Go spread the news and let everyone know that the second epoch-making duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald is taking place in New York!"

"The terrible Grindelwald controlled the wizard mercenaries to bring a nuclear bomb and completely destroyed that beautiful Muggle city!"

"Dumbledore is great!"

"He prevented Grindelwald from doing more damage, and died with Grindelwald!"

"Go and tell everyone that Grindelwald brutally killed members of the Order of the Phoenix, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupine, Alastor Moody, Frank Longbottom, Liz Longbottom..."

"Go and tell everyone that Grindelwald brutally killed the future of the wizarding world—Anthony Weasley, who has the same potential as Dumbledore!"

"Go and tell everyone that Grindelwald brutally killed their savior, Harry Potter, and killed Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and tons of great students!"

"Killed these young children, they are still just children~"

"Go, tell everyone..." The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up, with inexplicable pride.

"It's terrifying. If I were a saint, I would be terrified right now!" Bella cried out nervously.

Little Barty also laughed, "Yes, maybe they can only get shelter if they turn to 'Holy Lord Riddle', otherwise they will definitely be killed by crazy people!"

In the corner of the crowd, Snape's head was buzzing, listening to all this in disbelief.

Anton is dead?

Dumbledore is dead?

Professor McGonagall's colleagues are dead?

Lupine is dead?

Those vivid smiling faces flashed in his memory so quickly that he had even chatted with Lupine just a few hours ago.

After exchanging information with each other, for the first time ever, he told this "enemy" who was busy in the world to be careful, and this good old man Lupine also looked at him worriedly, hoping that he could return safely after lurking.

At that moment, his heart was warm. Maybe the past is never easy to let go, but after so many terrible and cruel pasts, it all boiled down to strong emotions. Looking at such a familiar face, doing the same dangerous espionage activities as himself, I can't help but feel a little bit of sympathy.

But that's it...

died?

Especially Dumbledore and Anton, dead?

Die like this?

Aren't they amazing?

Do you want to be so funny!

Crystal tears rolled in his eyes, but he could only knelt on the ground and shouted with his hands raised together with the other Death Eaters, swallowing the sadness and hatred in his heart forcefully!

He had no choice but to swallow it!

After Lily's death, he faced Voldemort again, and that's what he did, swallow!

Waiting for the moment!

What he wants is revenge, not venting useless emotions indifferently!

"Hey hey hey~"

Voldemort couldn't help laughing as he watched the Death Eaters apparate away after saluting to him.

Accompanied by Bella and Barty Jr., he walked up to the kneeling Snape step by step, staring down at the top of his head, "Dumbledore is dead~"

"Anton is dead~"

"Professor McGonagall is dead~"

"They're all dead~"

One sound, one sentence, hit Snape's heart hard, but he could only struggle to raise his head and show a smile that was uglier than crying, "Congratulations... Congratulations, master."

"No~"

Voldemort bent down and gently lifted Snape up, staring into his eyes, "Congratulations to you too, Headmaster Snape!"

Snape looked at Voldemort in astonishment, a little at a loss, "Principal?"

"Yes!" Voldemort patted the dust on Snape's wizard robe earnestly, and said softly, "Bella will be responsible for accepting all the saints who surrender, Barty Jr. will organize all the forces of the Ministry of Magic, and you , Severus Snape, you will be in charge of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Voldemort didn't notice, Little Barty's face suddenly twitched, and with a tremor, his gaze became cold and fierce, and he slowly pulled out the wand from the wizard's robe.

But before Little Barty could make a move, strange whirlwinds suddenly appeared on Voldemort's body.

The whirlwind seemed to be filled with mist composed of countless gray and black lines, with terrifying magical fluctuations, pulling Voldemort back behind him as if going back in time.

"No! What's wrong with me!" Voldemort struggled to raise his hand, wave his wand, and release magic, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't control his body.

Under everyone's astonished eyes, he backed up to the front of the bathtub little by little, stepped backwards, stood in, sat down backwards, and lay down backwards.

boo boo boo~

A stream of blisters burst from his flustered face, from his mouth and nostrils.

Then, as if he had melted, he became blurred in the dark green medicinal liquid.

"Master!" Bella rushed up like crazy, grabbing Voldemort in the bathtub with all her strength, but she could only grab an empty and wet wizard robe.

She looked at all this in disbelief, and tremblingly bent down and reached out to stir the medicinal solution in the bathtub, but there was no sign of the great Lord Riddle.

Little Barty tightly clenched the wand in his hand, staring coldly at Bella's back, and finally, a little afraid of the existence of Snape behind him, he quietly put away his wand again, his face contorted and trembled again.

"Master!" Little Barty was stunned for a moment, and then rushed forward in an exclamation.

Only Snape stood there with a strange expression on his face. The gray-black mist is really not too familiar...

Anton!

he is alive!