Chapter 517 Les: If There Must Be a Dark Lord, Let Me Bear This Curse.

After just five seconds, Sirius realized that he had misunderstood Les, and he really had good intentions for him!

"Sirius, look who this is?"

Following Rice's guidance, Sirius discovered Peter Pettigrew lying in the shadows and dust.

This can't be blamed on Sirius's carelessness. Why did he get knocked to the ground by Les as soon as he got to the second floor? And while he was in human form, his sense of smell was no longer that sensitive.

Sirius was extremely shocked when he recognized Peter. He really didn't expect that one day he would be able to see Peter again!

Considering that Peter was caught by himself and Lupine in the Shrieking Shack last time, Sirius couldn't help but consider the possibility that the Shrieking Shack was his lucky shack.

"You take him away and hand him over to the Ministry of Magic, so that you can accompany Harry to King's Cross Station in human form." Les said calmly.

This is why he took the risk to return to Riddle's old house, which was about to be detonated by Voldemort's magic. He wanted Sirius, the real Slytherin, to live upright, as a human being, as an innocent person.

Sirius smiled: Are you that bad at playing the role of a wolfdog? He actually saw through it at a glance.

You really have to be careful in the future - no, I don’t need to do this in the future!

Sirius had goosebumps all over his body. When he thought that he could act openly with Harry in the future, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Why?" While excited, Sirius was a little curious: He seemed to have nothing to do with Les Lint, so why did he go out of his way to capture Peter for himself?

Being a brave man, Sirius asked the question directly.

"Because you are a true Slytherin," Les said in a proud tone.

Sirius:!

"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute!" Sirius was a little impatient. He completely ignored that he was still a prisoner of Les and retorted loudly.

"I'm a true Gryffindor, certified by the Sorting Hat."

"The Sorting Hat knows nothing about Sorting. You are a Slytherin. No one knows Slytherin better than me." Rice waved his hand and directly gave Sirius the status of "Honorary Slytherin".

Sirius's expression twisted.

He wanted to make a few more excuses, but considering his situation, he felt it was better to say less.

If the Les in front of him is angered, God knows what twists and turns will happen.

Les knew what Sirius was thinking just by seeing the look on his face. He snorted coldly and delivered a long speech.

The core content of the speech is: Slytherin's original intention was good, but it was executed crookedly by the Sorting Hat and executed by Voldemort. Everything was the fault of the evil Gaunt family and had nothing to do with Slytherin himself.

"The current Slytherin House has gone against the spirit of Slytherin himself, but it does not prevent there are still some real Slytherins scattered in every corner of the world - Sirius Black, you are one of them."

Sirius had a lot to say in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

He always felt that Les had some misunderstanding about Slytherin and imagined him too well?

"You're not a Slytherin himself, how do you know his true intentions?" Although he knew it was unwise to say this, Sirius still couldn't control his words.

"What if I say I am?"

Sirius froze.

He instinctively thought that Les was joking, but after thinking carefully for a while, he was shocked to find that if he analyzed this sentence as true, everything in front of him seemed to be explained clearly.

After all, according to Harry, that Les was not as decisive and powerful as the one in front of him.

It would make sense if some kind of backhand from Salazar Slytherin struck Les, resurrecting the old wizard from thousands of years ago and replacing Les Lint.

After thinking about it for a while, Sirius chose to believe it.

Then looking back at what he said before, Sirius fell silent for a moment.

He was a Slytherin recognized by Salazar himself... It was over, now he really became a Slytherin.

Someone once said that everyone will eventually become what they hate the most. Sirius never expected that these words would actually come true for him.

After chatting with Sirius for a while, Les handed Peter over to Sirius.

When Les pulled Peter out of the corner with magic, the sharp-eyed Sirius saw someone lying deep in the shadows.

"That's—"

"Voldemort."

Sirius:? !

For a moment he thought he had heard wrongly.

It wasn't until Les brought Voldemort's body out that he was sure that what Les said was true.

Voldemort is dead!

Sirius only felt that everything in front of him was so unreal: Peter was caught, Voldemort was dead, it seemed that all the troubles were solved in the blink of an eye.

Is this really reasonable?

If you think about it carefully, it seems quite reasonable. After Salazar Slytherin is resurrected, he must personally deal with the biggest scum in Slytherin House.

Sirius felt visceral happiness.

But he soon stopped being happy.

Les called Nagini to his side, then took Voldemort's body and pretended to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sirius quickly stopped Les.

"Let me think... I plan to break into Azkaban and then establish my own power there."

"Ah?" Sirius was stunned.

"Not going back to Hogwarts? You are the founder of that place, and the hero who killed Voldemort."

"But I am also the criminal who killed Umbridge, Fudge, and broke into Gringotts, right? And I just don't want to be imprisoned in Azkaban and suffer. Azkaban is a good place, I like it very much."

Sirius was speechless for a moment: Indeed, Salazar was right. It is not so easy to cover up the killing of the Minister of Magic, especially since he killed Fudge in public.

"And, this seems to be my destiny..." Les sighed as he looked at the dilapidated ceiling.

Les also realized the reason why the four of them had not returned to the normal world line when he was chatting with Sirius.

He disturbed many destinies, but by some strange coincidence, he "filled" these destinies.

Without considering the Horcruxes, the Dark Lord Voldemort is indeed dead. But the new Dark Lord has already appeared, isn't it?

If there must be a Dark Lord, let me bear this curse and become the Dark Lord. That's what Les thought.

Sirius silently watched Les Lint holding the python Nagini in one hand and Voldemort's body in the other, and then disappeared from the Shrieking Shack with a snap.

The Dark Lord Les Lint, he is stronger and more cunning than Voldemort, and he also has brains, hair, and a high nose bridge. He is a new generation of Dark Lord who is stronger than Voldemort in all aspects!

Sirius remembered a name that was almost forgotten by the public: Gutterler Grindelwald.

He knew that the magic world was about to change again.

…

The next morning, the young wizards of Hogwarts gathered in the Great Hall. The table in front of them was filled with delicious food, but no one had the heart to eat.

Because today's Daily Prophet brought extremely explosive news.

Although they had already known that Umbridge was beheaded by Rice in public during class, the news of Fudge's death and the breach of Gringotts was even more shocking.

They could never have imagined that the classmate who had eaten under the same roof with them two days ago has now become the most wanted criminal in the Ministry of Magic - Voldemort's level does not need to be wanted, and no one can take his reward.

This is also another level of success, right?

Because the photographer of the Daily Prophet happened to be standing behind Fudge when Fudge was assassinated, he successfully took a very wonderful photo: Rice in the photo looked calm and his eyes were cold. He suddenly appeared, then raised his wand and shot the deadly spell at the camera, that is, Fudge.

That is to say, the magic world will not participate in the competition for the Pulitzer Prize, otherwise this photo can definitely kill the competition for this year's Pulitzer Prize in advance.

This photo is the front-page headline of this issue of the Daily Prophet, and the title is in bold letters: [The rising new generation of Dark Lord? Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was assassinated in an execution-style manner! ]

The students were discussing Les Lint fiercely, and so were the professors in the staff seats.

Today, Professor Dumbledore was absent from breakfast, and no one had any doubts about it. With such a big thing happening, it is normal for Dumbledore to go to the Ministry of Magic to appease people and look for a successor to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

At this moment, the entire Hogwarts Hall was quiet because a short milky white figure appeared in the hall.

Under the attention of everyone, Umbridge's ghost walked into the hall and sat directly in his empty seat in the teacher's seat.

An idea came to the students' minds: Maybe Professor Dumbledore won't have to bother looking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts anymore.

"Dolores, why are you back?!" Professor McGonagall looked at Umbridge's ghost in surprise, questioning her deepest thoughts.

"Of course I'll continue my teaching, just like Professor Binns!" Umbridge turned to look at Professor McGonagall and responded in her signature coquettish voice.

Because of her large movements, her head actually fell off her neck and rolled a long distance on the floor of the auditorium. Umbridge quickly stood up and floated down the stage to pick up her head.

Nick, who was almost headless, looked at Umbridge's head rolling on the floor and made an envious sound.

"If only my executioner had the same skill as Les Lint - the cross section of Ms. Dolores's neck is the smoothest I've ever seen, bar none!"

Nick, who was almost headless, was "almost headless" instead of "completely headless", so he could not join the Headless Knight Club, and he has always been upset about it.

At this moment, seeing Umbridge's head fall off so cleanly, he was even a little jealous.

Looking at Umbridge staggering on the ground looking for her head, Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is indeed the origin of Hogwarts, and changing professors once a year does have a great impact on the teaching quality...

But Umbridge's teaching quality is not good at all!

Considering her teaching style, which is almost the same as Binns, Professor McGonagall thinks it is better to let the deceased rest in peace.

"Actually, it's not completely impossible..." Suddenly, Helga made a suggestion.

"We can let Umbridge teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then open a new course to teach the original Defense Against the Dark Arts content, but change the name of the course to something like Duelology, and then Then make Defense Against the Dark Arts an elective and Duelology a compulsory subject.

Of course, an elective course could also be set up for Umbridge, such as Defense Against the Dark Arts theory. How to arrange to see you. "

To be fair, Professor McGonagall thought Helga's suggestion was quite good.

The only problem is that there's another one of Hogwarts' most hated classes.

However, Professor McGonagall quietly glanced at Snape, who was sitting on the other side of the long table, and felt that this was the least popular class in Hogwarts.

While the two were chatting, Umbridge's body had stumbled to the front of her head. All she had to do was bend down and pick the head up and place it back on her neck.

At this moment, Peeves suddenly appeared from the floor, picked up Umbridge's head and flew into the sky, laughing as he flew back, shouting a jingle in a rough tone -

"Umbridge's head, like a ball, was kicked into the department store! There is a floor of the department store, and your head is for sale!"

Umbridge's head made a sharp popping sound, and her body was jumping on the ground, which made people think of those fat headless turkeys at Christmas dinner.

Peeves looked at Umbridge's body, his eyes lit up, and he came up with another jingle.

"Umbridge is like roast chicken. After eating the roast chicken, she becomes a big shot and kicks her back to her hometown!"

Then Peeves threw Umbridge's head high in his hand, kicked it like a Muggle football player, and kicked her head out of the auditorium.

The students burst into laughter, and the heavy atmosphere brought to Hogwarts by the Daily Prophet was swept away by Peeves.

"Peeves, that's enough!" Professor McGonagall tried her best to suppress the smile on her face and shouted to Peeves in as serious a tone as possible.

How could a shrewd ghost like Peeves not see that Professor McGonagall was not really angry, so it floated above the auditorium and started laughing.

Generally speaking, the ghosts would stop Peeves from doing pranks, but Umbridge's relationship with the ghosts was not that bad, so even Bloody Barrow just watched her entanglement with Peeves silently.

Professor McGonagall and Helga looked at each other, and suddenly felt that it was not impossible to let Umbridge's ghost stay in Hogwarts.

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