"I noticed that many of you are very cautious - you must have thought about it before coming here. I heard Lucius say that the black magic mark on his arm is very active recently, and you all are like this." The young man began to pace with his hands behind his back.

"What do you think? Ivan?" The young man stopped in front of a bearded man, "I heard that you have been in Russia, why did you think of coming back this time?"

The bearded man buzzed: "I have no other choice."

"Yes, you have no other choice." A light flashed in the young man's eyes. "With my personality, I will never let the betrayer go - especially the one who has lost his body and survived in the black forest of Albania for more than ten years. I have been there after freedom, and the forest is full of the despair and resentment. I can bet that if you choose to surrender to that guy, there will be no good results."

"Of course, although that guy is still half dead now, I'm not much better. When I was separated, I was almost a child. Even if I was restored to my original state, I was not the opponent of the guy who has undergone many dangerous magical transformations."

"We can provide enough wealth and materials to make you more safe and effective deformation, Chairman," Lucius said respectfully.

"Oh, thank you very much, Lucius." The young man said indifferently, "In fact, I am not going to perform magical transformations anymore. Although the hell ritual can make the wizard's ability stronger, it has many side effects. If that guy didn't change his original plan, he had definitely performed seven magical transformations. It would be a lot of luck to persevere. I don't want to turn myself into this kind of uninhibited appearance." The young man picked up an old newspaper on the table from more than ten years ago and pointed to the photo above and said.

"It's really hell. Look at what I'm like. Forget it, just thin and skeletons, why don't you have a nose yet?! This is simply unforgivable." The young man was a little disappointed, "and you can't persuade me - after so many magical transformations, I will become dangerous and sensitive, so I won't continue with magical transformations."

"Okay, Kakarov. I know what you want to say. Be at ease, that guy has not recovered yet, and even if you press the Dark Mark, he can't jump out and kill you." The young man patted Kakarov on the shoulder, "It's hard for you to run over from Hogwarts. Logically speaking, you will be safer in Hogwarts."

Kakarov lowered his head. "Chairman, Dumbledore will not protect me."

"Oh, you're right. The old man who only knows how to scare children with magic will not protect you, even if he is full of kindness." The young man frowned, "If I hadn't intervened, I'm afraid this old liar would have been undermined by the stupid donkeys of the Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, Chairman. If there is no such Yin corpse, I'm afraid the fools from the Ministry of Magic have begun to study how to put people in Hogwarts." Alex said.

"Of course, all this was expected. The Ministry of Magic was bloated, with so many employees but people were overdoing things. This inefficient bureaucracy is much more ridiculous than the Muggle government - how could it be possible to bind us lawless wizards with such an institution?"

The young man walked back to his chair. "I had hope for them, so I found a way to reveal the matter to the Ministry of Magic about Riddle's old house. But this group of waste didn't even catch that guy's servant. This is ridiculous! I still had the same idea as before. We must change the current wizarding world! It's really bad to let this group of stupid donkeys manage the wizarding."

"But then again, our main opponents are still two, that guy without a nose and the old liar squatting in Hogwarts. Since stupid donkey institutions like the Ministry of Magic can use programs to suppress wizards of the old liar, then I can do the same." The young man's eyes rolled.

"Ivan, what can you do to make the old liar fight with that guy first..."

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Harry thought it was ridiculous because he was riding on the back of an owl, flying in the bright blue sky, all the way to an old house covered with ivy on the mountain. The breeze blew against Harry's face, and they flew lower and lower, and finally flew in from a broken window on the top floor. Now they were flying along the dark corridor, and there was a door at the end of the corridor... They flew into the door, which was a dark room, and the windows were sealed...

Harry was no longer on the owl's back... He watched it fly into a chair with its back facing him... There were two black shadows beside the chair... They were moving...

One is a big snake... the other is a human... a short bald man with a sharp nose and tears in his eyes... He gasped and sobbed on the carpet by the fire...

"You are lucky, worm tail," a cold and sharp voice came from the chair. "You should be glad that there are no other servants available around me, you let him go, and now that guy is under Dumbledore's nose, what do you want me to do?"

"Master!" cried the man on the ground, "Master, I... just a moment of negligence... I am very sorry..."

"Nagini," said the cold voice, "You are not lucky. I don't plan to feed you with the bug tail...but it doesn't matter...and Harry Potter..."

The snake made a hissing sound. Harry saw it spitting a letter.

"Now, the worm tail," the cold voice said, "maybe I should remind you that because of your stupidity, I have to change my plan that is almost certain..."

"Master... don't...please..."

The tip of a magic wand was revealed beside the chair, pointing to the insect's tail.

"Heart and bone-cut!" said the cold voice.

The worm tail screamed in pain, as if every nerve of his was on fire. The screams poured into Harry's ears, and the scar on his forehead hurt like a fire, and he also shouted... Voldemort would hear it, and would find him there...

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes. He lay on the floor of the classroom, covering his face with his hands. The scar still hurts, causing his tears to burst out. The pain was real. The whole class was standing around, and Ron knelt beside him, looking frightened.

"Are you okay?" Ron said.
Chapter completed!