Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

Chapter 158 A Simple Announcement

A deathly green ray shot out from the top of the wand. When the ray shot out, there was a huge explosion, like an aerial bomb fired from a naval gun.

The air wave generated during the launch even stirred up a circle of smoke and dust in front of Professor Snape, and the speed of that ray of light was also extremely fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he had already flown in front of Barty Crouch Jr., before the mocking expression on the opponent's face had time to change.

The green light had already illuminated the still handsome face of the opponent, and at this moment, Voldemort, who was on the rostrum, finally made a move.

Little Barty Crouch's body seemed to be pushed heavily by something, and his body flew straight upside down as if hit by a heavy truck.

And the green light rubbed against the corner of the opponent's clothes, and with that unstoppable momentum, it hit the wall behind Barty Crouch Jr.

The moment it hit the wall, there was a violent explosion at the hit site, and the powerful shock wave blew the luxurious stools around.

Smoke and dust permeated this luxurious hall, among which Voldemort and Bella, who were closest, were not affected too much because of Voldemort's magic.

The black-robed wizards standing in other corners were not so lucky. They fell to the ground one by one by the shock wave, and because they were wearing long robes, many of them couldn't even stand up when they were in a hurry.

After half a minute, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and when the sight of Voldemort, Bella and others became clear again.

Professor Snape was still standing there, and he took out a brand new handkerchief from his pocket very gracefully.

Wiping off the dust on his body, he wiped his wand and carefully put it back.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed wizards headed by Bella immediately formed a battle formation, and they surrounded Professor Snape again in a circle.

"stop!!"

Just when the tense atmosphere reached its peak, Voldemort on the rostrum let out a loud roar. This time, he was not imitating Mr. Cornelius Fudge's voice, but directly using his own original voice.

The anger in this roar has reached its peak, and the shouting is also very loud, blowing up the smoke and dust that had finally dissipated.

"Severus, forgive that child's rudeness, he has become a little out of order because of his father's teaching problems."

"You used to know them too, and you knew how good they were before. You should understand what we want."

"Magic blooms only on a few people. We are inherently nobler than those people, and we are born to have dominion over them."

After yelling, Voldemort first dragged Barty Crouch Jr., whose life and death were unknown, to his side by levitation.

After seeing that the opponent was not completely dead, he directly threw the opponent to the ground, and fell from mid-air to the hard floor again.

I believe that Mr. Barty Crouch's injured back must be very uncomfortable at the moment.

After finishing all this, and seeing Bella and the others obey their orders, they carefully stepped aside.

Voldemort started his own signature words again, wanting to use language to recruit himself, the most capable former subordinate.

However, in the face of this old-fashioned language offensive, Professor Snape was not disturbed. Of course, he would not be naive to think that Muggles and wizards could get along on an equal footing.

He also absolutely believed that the freedom advocated by Augustus must also be dominated by the wizarding group.

He also believed that one day the magical world would be exposed to the real world, and there would always be conflicts between the two races.

But what he would never believe now, with Voldemort's style and means of doing things, it is absolutely impossible to achieve the result he promised.

Violence is a way to solve problems, but it is only a way. It can neither be completely abandoned, nor can it be used as the only way.

The other party's current approach simply cannot achieve the integration of the entire wizarding community, and then negotiate with Muggles who are hundreds of times larger than themselves.

This approach of the other party will only lead to further splitting of the wizarding group, and in the end, amidst constant internal friction and division, the wizarding group will surely perish completely.

But now Professor Snape was not interested in giving him another ideological and political lesson, so he directly took out the special bottle from his pocket.

Throwing it gently to Voldemort on the rostrum, then said softly.

"I don't need to explain what's in it. If you can't even tell this, then I advise you to go back to where you should stay as soon as possible."

"I'm here simply to convey a message to you, that is, the other party has mastered the method of extracting your soul without damaging the Horcrux itself."

"At the same time, the other party also bears some pressure. After all, his grandfather has left Hogwarts, and he is now the only savior that the entire British wizarding world can expect."

"Believe his purpose of doing this, you can also understand, as for how to judge, it is up to you."

After listening to Professor Snape's explanation, Voldemort on the stage immediately manipulated Mr. Cornelius Fudge's body, brought the bottle in front of his eyes and observed it carefully.

When he saw the plume of black smoke in the bottle, Voldemort admitted that he felt scared for the first time.

This is undoubtedly a strand of his soul stored in the horcrux, and it is only a fragment of soul, but how was this fragment of soul stripped out.

How it was stripped from the Horcrux without him being aware of it, Voldemort now feels that his mind is very messed up.

They thought they had seen clearly all of Augustus' methods through the observation of the remnant soul arranged on the red-haired kid brother.

He saw the confrontation between the opponent and his so-called younger brother, and also saw the opponent's various magical methods.

But he never felt afraid, as the strongest genius in Slytherin and even the entire Hogwarts for a hundred years.

For his talent, Voldemort did not have the slightest doubt. He believed that as long as he gave himself time, he would be able to deduce all the magic used by the opponent.

The means that the other party has now are just to increase the chips for the Dark Lord's future rule, but the moment he saw this bottle.

Voldemort's mind began to be in constant confusion, and he hadn't experienced the feeling of approaching death for a long time.

There is only one thought in his mind now, which is to go to Hogwarts as soon as possible and snatch his Horcrux from that little Dumbledore.

His life is being threatened, and his dream of immortality is being destroyed step by step.

However, compared to Voldemort, who was constantly thinking on the stage, Professor Snape seemed unusually calm. He tidied up his clothes that were blown up by the shock wave.

Said slowly.

"It's almost a month before the United Wizards Conference in Paris. I think you should be able to guess the first thing the other party does when they are authorized."

"By the way, I would like to emphasize again that there is no need to comment on my behavior. It is just a simple transaction between us, and the transaction is still valid."

After speaking, along with a burst of space distortion, Professor Snape disappeared into the parliament hall.

At the same time, the poor man sitting in the dock and being tortured disappeared together.