Chapter 171

Arrange everything and Klein returns to Hogwarts.

As expected, he caught up with the hot breakfast made by the house elves.

"You got up early today."

As he spread butter on his bread slices, Draco still looked awake - he quietly studied in bed yesterday in order to be a friend enough to match Klein.

"Yes."

Klein nodded and said nothing more.

In fact, he didn't wake up early. He didn't sleep much at all.

"Today is the day of the" Mutual Aid Association "activity. The representatives of each college have been selected. Don't forget to prepare your speech in the evening."

Although Klein has been acting as the shopkeeper in the "Mutual Aid Association" since Cedric joined, everything is still going on in an orderly manner.

For example, he didn't care much about the "College representative"~

"Oh?"

Klein came to his senses and touched Draco with his elbow.

"Tell me, who are the representatives of the college?"

"Other colleges don't know. Our college is pansy..."

Speaking of the name, Draco has a toothache - the girl's combat effectiveness is really amazing. Many senior girls can't compete with her.

"... and Captain Flint."

Marcus Flint, captain of the Quidditch team, is a man of five big and three thick, but there is no lack of calculation and standard snake academy talents.

Klein nodded.

There are still two brushes to represent so many students. Under the care of these people, the "Mutual Aid Association" will certainly be more orderly.

Some irresponsible Mr. Greenwald thought to himself.

......

"Bang!"

Because he got up too quickly, Voldemort knocked his head against the wall around him.

But now he doesn't care about the pain in his head. The feeling of annihilation of his soul is driving him crazy!

Hatred, endless resentment.

If negative energy can kill, then the Azkaban will be killed by him.

Like ten million cold needles stabbing in the depths of his heart, Voldemort gasped heavily, and his big round eyes became blood red.

I don't know how long it took, the pain disappeared.

But this is not the end. The weak moment fed back from the depths of the soul swept through the body, and Voldemort seemed to be pressing a mountain.

He lay on the cold floor, even his mind was a little lax.

"Sauron... Sauron... Sauron..."

With a name in his mouth, Voldemort seemed silly and his expression became more and more crazy.

After the diary, is it his pet snake?

There are only four of the six backroads left. He hates it!

"No, I can't stay here anymore. I'm going out. I have to go out!"

After weakness, soberness gradually returned to his mind. Voldemort struggled to get up from the ground, and his fingernails pierced deeply into his fragile skin.

Now he has no possibility of escaping from prison.

The weaker his spirit, the weaker his body, the weaker his body, and the weaker his spirit.

This almost forms a vicious circle!

There is only one way

That is to give up this quinus completely Chilo sacrificed all the bodies he got, returned to the ghost state again, and left by shuttling through the spirit world.

"No doubt, it will make me very, very weak, but... It's better than life!"

Voldemort always had a chance before Nagini's soul fragment was destroyed. If he could leave Azkaban with this body, the subsequent resurrection ceremony would be much simpler.

Unfortunately, the ideal state is only the ideal state after all.

You can have a house!

As a cruel man who almost subverted the British magic world, Voldemort made up his mind that he would never look forward and backward.

With a sad smile, he walked to the side of the cell and suddenly began to accelerate.

Not to mention, although only 1.4 meters tall, those two small short legs are really not slow to stir up.

Three or four steps away from the wall, he stopped and rushed to the reinforced wall in a very standard "rocket hammer" posture.

"Farewell, cage!"

Voldemort shouted in his heart.

"Bang!"

A muffled noise came out, and Voldemort's room seemed to tremble a little.

"Huh?"

The patrolling jailer found something strange and hurried to the cell door. He happened to see Voldemort lying quietly on the ground. He didn't know whether he was dizzy or dead.

"How dishonest!"

The prisoner who tried to commit suicide in Azkaban is a violation of the laws of the Ministry of magic! The Ministry of magic didn't sentence you to death. You want to commit suicide. Isn't it too embarrassing for the Ministry of magic?

The jailer angrily found a Dementor, opened the door and let the monster covered in a ragged hood float in.

then.......

"Ah!!!"

The scream of tearing heart and cracking lung resounded through the cell.

"Oh, enjoy it."

Strictly speaking, every prisoner's life here belongs to the Ministry of magic.

Want to die?

It's not that simple!

The jailer waited patiently for the Dementor to enjoy his "good meal". When the movement inside almost disappeared, he let the Dementor float out and locked the door again.

"See if you dare next time!"

Of course, Voldemort can't answer now.

Now the Dark Lord is like a water balloon that was thrown into the sky and fell down. It's seven meat and eight vegetarian. I don't feel there is a good place in my body.

God damn Chilo, why is this body weak everywhere, only the one skull is so thick!

Voldemort was so wronged.

"I... can't... Give up..."

Perhaps it was a rebound at the bottom. After suffering a certain level of misery, Voldemort became single instead.

Broken! Kettle! Sink! Boat!

With red eyes and ignoring the blood falling from his head, he retreated to the side of the cell again and began to open the door to release the Dementors.

But in three minutes, there was the same or even more tragic noise in the cell.

"Ah!!!"

Absorb all the emotions, the Dementors float out with satisfaction, and the jailer skillfully locks the door and turns away.

"Chilo, you fucking bastard, how dare you hurt me!"

Gnashing his teeth, he read the name of the servant who had been destroyed by the gods and spirits. Voldemort's eyes unconsciously shed blood and tears.

He curled up on the ground with his knees in his arms, swearing incessantly.

"Damn Soren, damn Ministry of magic, damn jailer, damn Dementor, damn skull, damn skull, damn skull!"