Chapter 214 The Sand Bewitched the Eyes

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder swam.

In this corner of the black lake, the gloomy atmosphere is particularly evil.

Lucius swallowed, looking at the unusually tall Voldemort in horror.

It was a whole new version of Voldemort, more hopeless than any he had ever seen.

The young Voldemort who hid in the women's bathroom was shrewd and immature, but he had a humanity that his previous masters did not have. And human nature is often the scariest thing.

The Voldemort hiding behind Filch's head had a familiar smell, but it was also different, becoming more forbearing and hungry, as if he was going to swallow someone at any time.

But neither of these two is the scariest.

The Voldemort in front of him looked very tall (two and a half meters), silent, only the wizard's robe fluttered with the strong wind.

A pale hand rested on the little wizard's head as if holding a doll.

Lucius could feel it, yes he could.

This Dark Lord, who was as calm as an abyss, was so crazy inside, with countless terrifying emotions surging in his body like a wild horse, it was terrifying to watch.

"Stand up, Lucius, I hope you stand up and don't kneel." The little wizard in Voldemort's hand opened and closed his mouth, making a toneless voice.

"Stand up straight, like a human being, and talk to me nicely."

Lucius' eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, and stood up leaning on his cane.

"Clean it up!" The little wizard waved his wand, and the dirt on Lucius' body fell. "Very well, act like a decent person."

"Tell me, what happened in school when I left Hogwarts."

Lucius clenched his cane tightly, not knowing what he was struggling with, and finally raised his head, looking at Voldemort's blurred face in his wizard robe and hood.

"Dumbledore is lying on the hospital bed. Al has seen it with magic props. His flame of life is gradually dissipating. He is really going to die."

? ? ?

Anton froze for a moment, the fire of life, what the hell?

It's not easy to ask at this time.

"Our school board held a meeting and decided to find an obedient candidate. In the end we chose Lockhart, who is well-known in the wizarding world. Although he does not have enough prestige, there are not many people who resist him in society."

"We let him rescue all the petrified children with a mandrake, which helped him make up for his prestige."

"Everything is in your young plan, let me arrange for all the Death Eaters who are not imprisoned to come to Hogwarts."

"The other you possessed Filch and agreed to his plan."

"..."

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched, wow, old Fu Chaoyong didn't go to Albania, but hid in Hogwarts, which he didn't expect.

It's dark under the lights.

Great.

"Ha~" Anton smiled meaningfully.

Lucius froze for a moment, looking at the pronunciation doll in Voldemort's hand.

Anton quickly put on a strange expression, with a half-smile, "What two naughty avatars, they both have their own ideas, it's really interesting."

Doppelgänger! Lucius narrowed his eyes, and held the cane tightly, oh, only this magical family-inherited cane can bring him a little bit of comfort.

I knew it! I knew it!

This Dark Lord is the most dangerous!

Lucius roared inwardly.

"I think I have shown you everything in the past, Lucius, I have the power to escape from death." The little wizard's mouth opened and closed, "Avatar, this is an interesting attempt, I hope you give it to me anytime. I'll report the information, okay?"

"Follow your will, master."

"No!" The Dark Lord walked past him carrying the little wizard, and patted his shoulder lightly with his huge palm, "I don't like the title Master, let us all be more respectable and call me Your Excellency."

"Follow your will, sir."

"very good."

The dark atmosphere dissipated.

Lucius stood there blankly, looking at the calm and unwavering water of the Black Lake, he suddenly relaxed.

He didn't know why a tense heart became so relaxed.

"Your Mightiness?"

he murmured.

...

...

"Filch..." Anton looked strange.

Lao Fu's hand is really smooth.

He finally came to his senses. At that time, he observed that the dark green cracks in Filch's body were constantly changing, and they were all petrified by the basilisk.

At that time, Lao Fu secretly lurked in while Tom Riddle tore some holes in Filch's soul.

Courageous.

You know, when Filch was petrified, Dumbledore, as the principal, would come to check, but he didn't notice it.

And when Lao Deng was lying on the hospital bed...

Why, Voldemort was curled up in Filch's body, lying on the hospital bed next door.

These big guys are playing great.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Anton is really powerless to complain, who is this.

I'm often out of tune with these big guys because I'm too normal. He raised his head and sighed, it was so exciting.

It's also fortunate that there is a cute little Lucius who can pass the news to him, otherwise he can still play, his eyes are darkened, and he will die.

Lao Deng intends to use death to fish, and the two Voldemorts are better at hiding in the grass than the other, really 666.

And Grindelwald, I don't know where to hide and watch coldly, who knows when he will suddenly come in and intervene.

"Awesome!"

"It's only been less than a month since school started, it's much more exciting than last year."

With so many things in mind, Anton didn't know where to start, so Anton simply went to the hut first.

"Dumbledore is our principal!" A super loud voice sounded from the balcony on the second floor, listening...

Anton froze for a moment, it was Neville's voice.

He thought for a while, turned into a 'color-changing wind bird', flew up to the balcony gently, and looked inside.

Oh huh~

so many people.

George and Fred, Hannah, Hermione, Ron, and many classmates.

Those in the same grade and senior grades, some Anton knows, some are new faces, and there are people from all colleges in terms of clothing.

In the middle of the crowd was Neville with a resolute face. His face was flushed and he was waving his hands.

"Dumbledore is the most qualified headmaster. He is just sick. They actually plan to expel Dumbledore from the school. I can't accept it!"

"Yes, we can't accept it!" The twins raised their hands together and roared angrily.

So, all the people waved their arms, "I can't accept it!"

"From today, we form Dumbledore's Army to fight for Dumbledore, for justice, and for light!"

Neville said, tears were on the verge of falling, "I know, I'm stupid, I can't grasp the spell well, but I know what is the right thing to do, we should stand up and let them know what the students are doing. What do you think?"

"let them……"

"Seriously consider what is the right thing to do!"

The words are sincere, touching and contagious.

Anton was amazed.

wow~

Neville, you have finally evolved.

He expressed his relief.

His advice and training are not in vain.

Anton looked around with a smile, and the eyes of every little wizard were ablaze, making the blood boil.

This is a new force, a force full of infinite possibilities.

"Anton, I know. He was persecuted by the school directors because he was too good. He is so good and defends Dumbledore so well, but he..."

Neville's tears were actually falling now.

"He just disappeared without a trace, I believe!" He clenched his fists vigorously, "I believe he must still be alive, yes, he must still be alive, he is so powerful, and he will definitely be able to escape the persecution of these evil school managers. "

"Those school managers wantonly hurt the principal and students like this!"

Neville raised his hand violently, "Fight for Dumbledore! Fight for Anton!"

Everyone is chanting.

"Fight for Dumbledore! Fight for Anton!"

The cry breaks through the sky~

Anton regained his human form in the corner outside the hut, listening blankly to the shouts from the second floor, "Fight for me..."

He could hear that some of these students wanted to wave him as a banner.

But Neville, Hannah, George and Fred, these people were really sad because of their disappearance, and they really planned to fight for themselves.

Once upon a time, there were so many people who cared about themselves?

"Damn..."

Anton looked up at the sky, "The sand accidentally blinded his eyes."