Chapter 380： The Dark Lord's Resurrection Project

Chapter 383 380.The Dark Lord's Resurrection Plan

"Coban Yaxley, you. Do you have any questions about the decision I made?"

The black mist made up the skull's mouth and opened one, and said the name of the person who questioned Peter Pettigrew.

Suddenly everyone sitting here could not help trembling, they knelt down in panic, and put their heads deeply on the ground.

"Dark Lord Lord!"

"You are back! It's great!"

"We have been waiting for you!"

"Your servant has been waiting for your return!"

The Death Eater named Cobain Yaxley also said with trepidation.

"No, there is no master. I dare not question your order. What you said is what I have to do."

The black fog skeleton image doesn’t need to exist for long, it starts to dissipate continuously after emerging from the bones.

"You all do what Peter says!"

The skeleton finally dissipated completely, and no one sitting here this time doubted the identity of Peter Pettigrew anymore, and some even recognized him.

"You are, a friend of that James Potter, Pettigrew Peter, who was said to have been killed by Blackstar as early as fourteen years ago!"

After calling out Peter’s identity, everyone else also recognized the wizard who was chosen as the agent by the Dark Lord and looked like a fat mouse.

Although Peter is dead in the magic world, he also received the first class medal of the Merlin Order after his death for resisting the false deeds of the "Death Eater" Sirius Black killing the Quartet.

also appeared on the front page of the Daily Prophet that year, and even recently it was mentioned by many news newspapers due to Sirius’s escape from prison, and once again entered the public’s field of vision.

"Are you a Death Eater? The Black who escaped from prison"

Peter smiled triumphantly. He didn't look good, and his smile made people feel sicker.

"Yes, I was actually the one who helped the master find Potter's position. The secrete of the Potter family's loyal curse was also me. The idiot Blake just took the pot for me. That stupid dog thought he killed me, but In fact, I have been alive and well!"

People in the whole room scolded him as a villain in their hearts, but everyone laughed with him.

Now Peter’s "Holy Family Zhenglong", no one wants to fight him at this time, and none of them are good birds.

After confirming that Peter was right, Malfoy looked at everyone and said coldly.

"Now you should all know what I wanted you to do with Jin Jialong? As long as the Dark Lord can come back and lead us to rule this magical world again, what counts for what we have lost today?

The self-righteous German, John, really thought he was playing around with us people?

That idiot Fudge really thought he could take over the power of the entire Ministry of Magic?

All of them will pay the price for what they did today!

And after we help Lord Dark Lord regain momentum, it is time for them to pay their debts! "

Every Death Eater gritted his teeth and said

"Let them pay their debts!"

"Let's let Mr. Peter come and tell us about our next plan."

Malfoy handed over the leadership of the banquet to Peter.

Peter yinly smiled and revealed two big protruding fangs, and said loudly.

"This plan is called-the Dark Lord's Resurrection Project!"

It is raining recently in the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located.

The rain didn't fall much later, but it didn't mean to stop after a week.

Lynn leaned back in his chair and looked at the "crashing" rain outside the library window, thinking that this should be the last remaining temperature of the fall in England, and later, if things fell from the sky, it could only be snow. NS.

"In the Muggle legend, the most deadly weapon to the werewolves is silver, but in fact it is not the case. The werewolves are not afraid of silver. Their real weakness is."

Hermione was sitting across from Lynn. She was currently writing Snape's homework for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was obvious that she had encountered difficulties.

"It's the throat. The throat area under the jaw is the thinnest vital part of the werewolf's upper and lower skin, and there are almost no thick, long and tough rigid body hairs, but short soft hairs that can't stop the cutting of the silver knife, the carotid artery of the werewolf. The parts are almost the same as those of people, so using magic or a sharp blade to cut through their carotid arteries is the best choice for a skilled swordsman."

Lynn whispered to her what to write later, and Hermione wrote all Lynn's words on her homework intact.

It has been almost a week since Lynn regained his emotions.

After his sensibility returned to normal, he was of course very speechless about what he had done in a "sane" state (rolled on the bed three times under the quilt).

If you come to this state several times, then he, the chairman of the student union, will have no face to stay in Hogwarts, and he will die as a monk and become a monk.

Pure reason is actually quite a terrifying state. Facts have proved that if people are really shameless, they can really be invincible in the world.

Hermione and Lynn didn't mention the things that happened before, and the two were still getting along as if nothing happened.

After all, Lynn was not in the right state at that time, and Hermione might have felt it too, otherwise, what else?

Do you want Lynn to say that I’m sorry for making you suffer, and I’ll go back and make up for it?

But although everyone thought nothing happened, in fact things still happened. At least subtle changes have taken place in the mood of the two, but this change needs to be slowly fermented, and no one has expressed it.

"I can bet your homework for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is absolutely for nothing. Professor Snape just gave you a defense class for a few days, and he won't be the professor in the future. Wait for Lu When Professor Ping came back from his illness, he would definitely not admit that Professor Snape’s assignments Lynn put his chin on the table boredly and whispered to Hermione who was rolling up the parchment.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"What's the use for you to say after I have finished writing?"

"Who made you so active? I promise Harry and they absolutely haven't written a letter yet."

Speaking of Harry, Hermione's face suddenly became a little worried.

"Harry has been gloomy since the last Quidditch game, as if there was something on his mind. Ron and I asked him not to say it."

"Didn’t his flying broom be broken by the beating Liu? Maybe because of this?"

"No, I feel that not only that, he must have something to hide from us. Do you have time to ask him?"

Lynn raised his head, his face a little dazed.

"Why should I ask him? Are you not his best friends?"

"But the person he trusts and relies on the most also has you."

(End of this chapter)