Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 811: Voldemort: It Must Be That I Resurrected the Wrong Way! - Novel Cool

Chapter 811: Voldemort: It Must Be That I Resurrected the Wrong Way!

Chapter 811: Voldemort: It Must Be That I Resurrected the Wrong Way!

Peter's anguished cries echoed throughout the hall.

However, no matter how much he pleaded, Voldemort showed no sign of wavering. Instead, his attacks grew even more vicious, as if he were venting his frustrations on Peter.

The agonized screams lasted for a full five minutes, until Peter was nearly unconscious from the torture. Only then did Voldemort seem to grow tired of it, lifting his wand to stop the casting.

The Death Eaters in the hall shuddered collectively, a wave of fear washing over them. They quickly suppressed any rebellious thoughts that had begun to form in their minds.

No matter how fallen the Dark Lord might seem, he was still a ruthless and deadly force capable of taking their lives at will.

After venting his pent-up anger, Voldemort regained his composure and finally addressed the confusion of his followers. "The person who led the attack on the Ministry of Magic and killed Fudge yesterday morning was not me. We have all been tricked!"

What?

Voldemort's words left the Death Eaters stunned. Fenrir glanced at the Daily Prophet on the table, which prominently featured a photo of Voldemort leading Bella, Augustus, and others into the Ministry's Courtyard.

The red eyes, the snake-like face, the cruel methods, and the overwhelming power were all unmistakable marks of the Dark Lord. Fenrir found it hard to believe that anyone else could have impersonated him.

Moreover, Voldemort had promised to rescue Bella and the others from Azkaban on Halloween. So when Fenrir received the news this morning, he hadn't doubted it for a second.

Snape, however, understood the implications of Voldemort's words and immediately offered a guess. "Master, do you mean that someone disguised themselves as you, rescued the Death Eaters from Azkaban, and then led them to attack the Ministry of Magic?"

"But who else could possess such immense power besides the Dark Lord?" Fenrir asked, puzzled, and then cautiously added, "Could it be Dumbledore? Did he use Polyjuice Potion to transform into your likeness?"

Fenrir had only recently joined the Death Eaters and had limited information. In his mind, the only person capable of challenging the Dark Lord was Dumbledore.

The thought of the renowned White Wizard transforming into Voldemort and wreaking havoc in the Ministry of Magic sent shivers down Fenrir's spine.

Moreover, he recalled that Polyjuice Potion couldn't be brewed easily; it required a piece of hair or bodily tissue from the transformation target.

Fenrir glanced at Voldemort's bald, hairless head and concluded that this would be no easy feat.

The other Death Eaters exchanged uneasy glances. They knew more than Fenrir and quickly recalled a rumor that had circulated in the Wizarding World a few months ago.

Besides Dumbledore, there was another person in the Wizarding World who possessed power equal to, or even surpassing, the Dark Lord. But seeing Voldemort's face grow increasingly dark, they wisely remained silent, not daring to utter that forbidden name.

As the silence stretched on, Fenrir grew more bewildered. Just as the tension in the room began to thicken, Snape spoke up.

"It was Ivan Hals! I believe he bribed many Aurors to play along, allowing him to easily conquer the Ministry of Magic."

"As for the Polyjuice Potion, you might not know, but Ivan Hals improved the potion in his third year. He must have found a way to brew it without needing specific bodily tissues", Snape improvised, skillfully diverting the awkward topic away from Voldemort.

Seeing Snape covering for him, Voldemort felt a rare moment of gratitude. Even in his current state, only Snape remained as attentive and loyal as ever.

This was what a true Death Eater should be!

Voldemort glanced at Snape, then at the Death Eaters, each harboring their own thoughts, and his disdain for them grew.

Under Voldemort's razor-sharp gaze, Fenrir and the others shivered. One of the Death Eaters, eager to please, quickly spoke up.

"Master, regardless of why Ivan Hals attacked the Ministry of Magic, it's clear from the current situation that they have failed..."

"Failed?" Voldemort sneered, the suppressed rage within him flaring up once more. "No, they have likely succeeded!"

Succeeded? Snape's mind raced. Could it be that their goal was to wipe out all the Death Eaters?

No, it couldn't be that simple. If they wanted to kill, they could have done so in Azkaban; there was no need to invade the Ministry of Magic, adding unnecessary risks.

Thinking of this, Snape's gaze shifted to the Daily Prophet, recalling the articles. When the "Dark Lord" was about to breach the Ministry of Magic, the current Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Pierce, arrived like a savior with a large contingent, rescuing over thirty high-ranking officials from the Ministry.

According to the Daily Prophet, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had received a notification from Lucius Malfoy, which prepared him in advance.

But now, the whole affair seemed too coincidental, like a grand stage play... someone playing the role of the Dark Lord to create chaos and disaster, all to set the stage for the hero's grand entrance...

"Could it be that Pierce is one of them? Is Ivan Hals's goal to control the entire Ministry of Magic?" Snape immediately realized this, a chill running up his spine as he spoke in horror.

It was all a setup. No wonder they attacked the Ministry of Magic, no wonder Minister Fudge was brutally killed. Their initial plan was to install Pierce in power!

"That's the only possibility!"

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth bared as he spoke through gritted teeth, his body radiating a terrifying aura, as if he were about to explode with rage.

He couldn't accept that his seventy-one most loyal followers had all been lost in the Ministry of Magic!

Not only that, but the enemy had also taken control of the Ministry, exposing his existence in the process... completely ruining all his carefully laid plans!

According to his original plan, he had no intention of revealing himself so soon.

That was why he hadn't personally stormed Azkaban to rescue Bella and the others in a grand display. Instead, he had Peter Pettigrew take advantage of the guard shift, when Azkaban's defenses were at their weakest, to slip in as an Animagus and help them escape from the inside.

He had gone to such lengths in the hope that the Ministry of Magic would attribute the large-scale prison break to guard negligence and Dementor unrest...

Only by doing so could he remain hidden, manipulating events from the shadows, inciting conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Ivan Hals, and reaping the benefits.

But when he woke up this morning, everything had changed. He had been reduced from a mastermind operating behind the scenes to a rat hiding in the shadows.

Now, the entire Wizarding World knew of his existence, and the Ministry of Magic might already have sent Aurors to hunt him down.

While those Aurors posed no real threat to him, they were Ivan Hals's eyes and ears. If he were discovered, they would surely attack immediately.

Voldemort recalled the battle a few months ago, a flicker of fear and confusion in his eyes.

He couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

For over a decade, he had endured humiliation and endured countless hardships to return to the world, ready to achieve greatness and dominate the Wizarding World. He was not supposed to be cowering in this room, feeling helpless.

Could it be that his method of resurrection was flawed, preventing him from regaining his full strength, which is why he was beaten by a mere child?

Voldemort tried to convince himself of this, but deep down, he knew he was stronger now than he had been fifteen years ago!

(End of Chapter)

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