Starting Over at Hogwarts

There was definitely something wrong with Snape.

Little Barty Crouch's eyes moved around involuntarily, and while following Snape, he began to think about some random things in his mind.

Barty Crouch Jr. wanted to ask something else, but Snape's expression was so serious that he had to put down this idea for the time being.

Anyway…

It didn't take long to find out.

As the explosions in the basement outside subsided, Snape slowly pushed open the circular iron door of the safe house. He felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable resistance outside the door?

This kind of power is simply nothing to him!

Snape pushed open the circular iron door, but heard a dull sound, as if someone had been hit on the ground when he pushed the door open...

"hiss…"

A painful groan came out.

At the moment when the basement exploded, the Dark Lord had been relying on the iron door, desperately using his magic power to release a magic shield to avoid the impact.

but…

I don't know which bastard set up the trap, but the entire basement was filled with Muggle bombs. These were not meant to kill people, but to destroy corpses and eliminate traces!

Peter Pettigrew died without a complete body, his body parts were blown everywhere, and even one of his fingers and some rubble fell beside Voldemort!

fortunately…

Voldemort's power is pretty good.

However, even so, the image of the Dark Lord at this moment is very ugly!

Voldemort had at least a dozen pieces of shrapnel stuck in his body, and blood flowed out directly. His whole body was completely covered with blood, and his heart was deeply stuck with shrapnel. Other organs had already been shattered by the shock wave in the explosion. Got it!

Now he doesn't even care about his own appearance. There are a few wounds on his originally smooth forehead. He doesn't know what kind of scratches or cuts he got...

At once…

Quite miserable.

It looks quite miserable.

The Dark Lord has never been in such a miserable state!

Voldemort has always looked down on Muggles, but he also knew that Muggle weapons were very dangerous, but this was also the first time that he had truly been threatened by Muggle weapons!

This is too dangerous!

Compared with these words, what makes Voldemort even more troublesome is that in order to protect himself, he forced himself to use magic to maintain protection, and the power in his body has long been exhausted...

if not…

Maybe he can still use dark magic to heal himself now.

The reason why the Dark Lord can still survive is because his body has been transformed and he can barely maintain his immortality...

If there is no magic to save...

Voldemort can only lie here in such pain forever...

certainly.

Will anyone save him?

Snape, that bastard, will definitely stand and watch him die here!

This is indeed the case.

"I thought you were dead..."

When Snape walked out of the safe house, he saw the miserable Voldemort, his eyes shrank slightly, and he actually started to praise: "He is truly a Dark Lord. He stepped into such a trap and still survived. …”

"you…"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of entrails!

This bastard!

This bastard must have pushed the door open just now. He wanted to lean against the iron door to rest for a while, but in the end, Snape, that bastard, pushed him to the ground!

"You can only do this little trick..."

Voldemort vomited several mouthfuls of his internal organs, but he was still able to curse: "Snape, you will never dare to face my magic, you will always...can only live in my nightmare!"

"I remember you already lost to me..."

Snape's eyebrows raised, as if he was a little confused: "Who was the person I hung on the wall just now? Did I remember it wrong?"

"you…"

Voldemort spat out two mouthfuls of blood and said in a deep voice: "I was careless this time... When we meet again next time..."

"Your Horcruxes are all in my hands..."

Snape calmly stated the established facts: "If you still want to be resurrected, it's best not to have this attitude..."

"you!"

Blood flowed from the corners of Voldemort's mouth again. .

To say a word is to spit out a mouthful of blood. This scene cannot be more desolate. It is so miserable that even Snape can't stand it anymore...

"Okay, stop talking, you've already vomited blood."

Snape shook his head and frowned slightly, as if he couldn't bear to see Voldemort in such misery.

"you!"

Voldemort opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood!

This bastard!

How dare you mock him like this!

Why is he vomiting blood now? Can't Snape, the bastard, reflect on this?

Snape seemed to shake his head helplessly, and slowly moved away from his position, revealing the young man following him, and said coldly: "Even for you, life should be precious. Don’t waste your life. If you have any last words, I suggest you tell your subordinates..."

"..."

Barty Crouch Jr. slowly walked out.

When Barty Crouch Jr. really saw Voldemort, his eyes widened involuntarily, staring at the embarrassed Dark Lord lying on the ground!

"Owner?"

Barty Crouch Jr. barely recognizes Voldemort!

Because he has never seen his master as miserable as he is at this moment. When has this demon king who has always been like his real father ever been so miserable!

His master…

Always so elegant and proud...

Like a god standing on the mountains...

Now.

His master seemed to have fallen into a quagmire...

"Owner…"

Barty Crouch Jr. almost ignored Voldemort and knelt beside Voldemort, weeping in pain as if guarding Voldemort's body: "Master...how could this be like this...Master..."

"Barty..."

Voldemort's eyes rarely became a little gentle, and he even gently touched little Barty with his barely mobile right hand.

Unfortunately…

This action caused blood to ooze from the corners of his mouth again...

"Don't talk!"

Barty Crouch Jr. quickly comforted Voldemort, then turned around and called out to his house elf loudly: "Winky! Come quickly..."

When he turned back, he saw Snape's cold gaze, which made Barty have to swallow his words in fear.

This guy…

He will never be allowed to treat his master!

Just as Barty Crouch Jr. expected, Snape raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Don't torment him, let him go quietly..."

"..."

Damn you!

Both Barty Crouch Jr. and Voldemort scolded Snape from head to toe in their hearts. Is this a fucking toss? There is a high probability that the wizard’s methods can save him!

"do not be sad."

Snape looked at Barty Crouch Jr., then at Voldemort lying on the ground, and continued softly: "Although he will die in front of us soon, he will be resurrected sooner or later. Soon we will We can meet again..."

"you…"

Barty Crouch Jr. almost choked.

That's right...

But, they just watch people die here?

Snape ignored Barty Crouch Jr. and continued softly: "Tom Riddle, if you have any last words before leaving, you'd better tell your subordinates quickly. I happened to meet Barty Crouch Jr. here. Mr. Crouch, it seems that this is fate, let him be your assistant next time you are resurrected..."

When he said this, Snape praised him coldly: "To be honest, I think Mr. Barty Crouch Jr. is much better than my colleague Professor Quirrell..."

"you…"

Voldemort also spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Dark Lord stared at Snape, his eyes still had the ferocity and cruelty of the Dark Lord, but it was not a deterrent to Snape after all...

next moment!

Voldemort's eyes slowly fell on Barty Crouch Jr. again. This look immediately filled Barty Crouch Jr.'s heart with fear: "Master...Master...what the hell is going on..."

"Barty..."

Voldemort's teeth were red with blood, but he still tried hard to speak: "Barty...tell me...have you betrayed me before?"

Although Voldemort hated what he saw...

But he had to think about his next resurrection.

Especially now that his only remaining diary, the Horcrux, and the brat Harry Potter are both under Snape's control, he must find a way to resurrect himself in a stronger form!

and…

There is no one around him now... This Death Eater who treats him like a father is a bit crazy, and may also retain a considerable degree of loyalty.

Even though there are still many suspicious aspects about Barty Crouch Jr., he is already a good candidate for Voldemort...

At least Barty Crouch Jr. didn't betray and stab someone like the two bastards Peter Pettigrew and Snape. Voldemort's psychological expectations were already very low...

"I've never had..."

A trace of panic appeared on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face. He clutched Voldemort's hand tightly like a madman, expressing his loyalty: "Master...Master...I have always wanted to find you...but I was The traitor Karkaroff confessed... I was imprisoned in Azkaban by them... My mother died there in my place..."

The corners of Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes were red, and tears flowed down his cheeks. He clutched Voldemort's palm tightly and stroked his face, trying his best to say what was in his heart: "I have always said Missing..."

"I can guarantee that."

Snape's voice interrupted Barty Crouch Jr.'s words. He glanced at Barty Crouch Jr. slowly, nodded and said: "Barty Crouch Jr. is not my person, but His father is my partner..."

"..."

Barty Crouch Jr.'s cry paused.

The Death Eater couldn't help but look at Snape, grinning his teeth as if he wanted to choose someone to eat. What was wrong with this bastard in their conversation between master and servant?

"What exactly is going on!"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s forehead was almost full of veins. He wiped his tears and asked loudly: "You said you would tell me everything..."

"Let him tell you."

Snape lowered his head and glanced at Voldemort, then looked at little Barty and continued: "As long as he wastes his energy and says a few more words, he will soon die here due to excessive blood loss, so I don't have to waste my magic power to kill him. Already…”

"..."

Is this fucking human talk?

How many more words should a person say before he dies?

However, there was suddenly a glint in Voldemort's eyes. He used all his strength to grab Barty Crouch Jr.'s palm, and tried hard to press his palm to his side!

"Owner?"

Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Voldemort uneasily. He didn't resist and followed Voldemort's strength and pressed his palm to the ground!

next moment…

Barty Crouch Jr. felt like he had touched something, even with a trace of blood. No, this thing was a stump!

This is a finger!

This is a person's finger!

This finger is even a little rough!

It must be that bastard Peter Pettigrew's finger!

This is a stump...

Barty Crouch Jr. reacted suddenly, and when he wanted to retreat in a hurry, Voldemort tried hard to prevent him from leaving, and even made Barty Crouch Jr. bend down!

Voldemort whispered in the ear of Barty Crouch Jr.: "Barty...take it...soak it in the potion to preserve the body...don't be discovered by him...this is the powerful material for my resurrection..."

"..."

Barty Crouch Jr. was so frightened that he nodded quickly.

Blood spurted out from the corner of Voldemort's mouth again, even splashing on Barty Crouch Jr.'s ears, but Barty Crouch Jr. did not dare to move at all!

Voldemort's voice became lower and lower, and he continued in a low voice: "Then...go to the Albanian forest to find me...my soul will be resurrected there..."

certainly.

Just soul.

Voldemort still chose to return to the Albanian forest because he was familiar enough with that forest and it was safe enough as few people set foot there.

This time is actually much better than last time...

At least this time Voldemort can have an assistant before he dies, and he can even prepare some back-ups in advance. The next resurrection will not be so troublesome...

Soon...

He can return to the magical world!

"Don't let Snape know..."

Voldemort tried his best to lower his voice, but his breathing became weaker and weaker: "Remember...go find me...Okay...if you have any questions...I'll help you...ahem..."

"What exactly is going on…"

Barty Crouch Jr. whispered quietly: "Peter is a traitor...Did Snape...betray you too? Who is he?"

"Well...he is..."

Voldemort struggled to respond. He murmured and wanted to continue saying something, but he could only move his lips and could not speak.

Just when the Dark Lord was letting out more air than taking in, Snape, who had been standing by and watching their exchange, couldn't help but frowned: "What did you say just now? You can speak a little louder. I I can’t even hear it…”

"you…"

Voldemort's throat couldn't help roaring angrily.

The Dark Lord's eyes widened, and his body slowly turned into ashes like burned white paper...

too difficult.

It's so difficult to write.

Ah, little Barty is so difficult...