Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

Looking at the troll territory in front of him, Ron Weasley calmly accepted Hermione's magic increase.

Then he said calmly: "Go back, don't come close, don't worry about me, don't wait for me..."

After saying that, he walked calmly towards the troll territory.

Harry Potter felt Ron Weasley's state of madness and a hint of death.

"Ron, don't die..." Harry Potter looked expectantly at Ron Weasley's back without hesitation.

Ron Weasley paused for a moment, smiled: "Of course..." and then moved on.

All the way into the troll territory.

The troll lord roared, and his roar gradually became quieter as he looked at Ron Weasley who came alone.

There are many question marks on its little head.

Ron Weasley roared crazily: "I want to challenge you!!!"

The troll lord was stunned for a moment. He looked at the wizard in front of him in surprise, who was only as high as his calf.

"Why...you don't dare?..."

Ron Weasley didn't know whether the other trolls understood it, but this lord definitely understood it.

Otherwise, how could Voldemort divide the territory among it?Did Voldemort learn Troll language?

The troll lord roared angrily, and then a smile appeared on its armored face.

"Stupid..." it said angrily.

Ron Weasley smiled: "I am Gryffindor, you should say, Warrior..."

"Roar...I respect you, warrior..." the troll lord said, roaring at the troll next to him.

Each of the giant monsters seemed to understand its language. Each monster screamed and then put down their weapons, looking at it and wowing.

It seems that he feels that being fully armed is too bullying, or he wants to humiliate Ron Weasley even more.

Ah Wow dropped the strange helmet on his head, then raised his giant stick, and then charged towards him with a roar.

Ron Weasley looked at the troll charging in front of him and smiled.

The pistol in his right hand was pointed at the Troll Lord.

There was a shot.

Bullets the size of footballs flew out.

The troll lord was hit by a bullet, and there were traces of dents...

Then he continued to rush.

Even the steps didn't seem to slow down.

These are trolls...magical creatures. Their terrifying defense is their proud capital.

They're stupid, they're reckless, they're crazy, but they're...monsters! ! !

Magic power exploded wantonly, and was used brutally and roughly to protect himself.

It came and brandished its giant stick, trying to crush Ron.

Ron Weasley roared madly.

Waving the wand, green light shot into the sky.

The green light rushed all the way, pushing the troll lord back continuously, connecting to the troll's body, trying to destroy its soul.

"What is this?!" the troll lord asked in fear.

It feels mortally threatened.

Ron Weasley smiled and whispered: "This is...Avada Kedavra!..."

The troll lord swallowed, and suddenly realized that the white-armored boy in front of him was somewhat similar to Voldemort.

n is not the appearance, but the kind that contains an extremely crazy inner and likes to speak in a low voice.

Thinking of that man, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Coupled with the extremely intense torture of Avada Kedavra, it was in agony.

Pushed all the way out for nearly 100 meters.

It fell to its knees with a plop.

Shout loudly: "S...Stop!..."

Ron Weasley seemed unsurprised.

Everything around seems to have some inexplicable sense of sight.

He gently stopped the death curse.

No one can survive the death curse...

But trolls are not human...

As a species, humans love to create cruel and efficient ways to kill other humans.

These methods are also effective for other organisms, but mainly for humans themselves.

Looking at the troll lord kneeling in front of him, Ron Weasley looked around indifferently

He asked softly: "Why... betrayal?..." There was comfort and casualness in his voice.

There is majesty in the calmness.

There was questioning in the indifference.

The sound was small, but it spread across the battlefield.

"I... did not... betray the master. I... we... were... obeying... the master's arrangements... developing the territory and waiting for... the new master... the new master must be from Hogwarts. The little wizard... must... win my approval..." it said intermittently.

As for whether what it says is true or false...

Ron didn't think it mattered.

Because whether what it says is true or false.

Voldemort's mission was to conquer the trolls.

Ron Weasley said calmly: "Then...how about me?"

"I am willing to surrender!..." The troll lord roared loudly.

Only this sentence seems to be very skillful.

I don’t know how many times I trained.

The surrounding trolls were stunned for a moment, and then immediately fell to their knees.

"Master..." A few of them spoke incoherently.

Apparently possessing a certain amount of intelligence as well.

Ron Weasley's lips curved into a smile, cold and thoughtful.

With that, his mission was accomplished.

What?Is it simple?

Do not……

Although I don't know why, Ron's changes have already exceeded those of ordinary people.

He thought, maybe it was similar to Obscurus? …

There is an extremely huge amount of magic power accumulated in the body.

Every day after entering Hogwarts is a mixture of depression and joy, pain and enjoyment.

In this way, he has too much suppressed magic power in his body that cannot be vented.

It was his own idea of ​​diagnosing himself.

So he went crazy.

It even seems to have another personality.

Ron Weasley gently touched the Dark Mark on his right hand.

"Lord Voldemort, I have completed my mission..." Ron Weasley said calmly.

He could feel a cold feeling scanning his whole body.

The rules of time seem to have been pried into.

"Excellent...fantastic..." Voldemort's voice came: "Wait for me for a few minutes..."

His voice was calm, with some irritation.

Ron Weasley stood calmly in front of all the trolls.

wait.

The wind blew quietly, carrying only the stench of some trolls.

Perhaps the troll itself is a collection of stench.

The troll lord knelt on the ground and kept sighing.

Although he thought he was very quiet and careful, his size and his voice couldn't be ignored.

He always thought that it was impossible for a young wizard to be recognized by him.

And you can always be at ease.

Just like the Acromantula territory next to it, which is about 500 kilometers away.

They have also practiced many wizard encounters, and now have nests spread over hundreds of miles and tens of millions of individuals.

This time Voldemort led the main force in the battle.

Unfortunately, although the giant monster is extremely powerful, it is viviparous, and viviparous creatures have the usual characteristics of viviparous creatures.

Younger and better born.

In addition, the trolls gained some wisdom from the potions studied by Voldemort, but most of them are still extremely stupid, so they often raise their children and then... raise them to death...

This made the troll lord feel the pain... troubles of intelligent beings.

While Ron Weasley was waiting, Voldemort appeared.

He had a kind expression and a smile.

"Ah~ It's really... amazing..." His voice was low, with some chanting.

Voldemort gently stroked the short red hair that stood stubbornly on Ron Weasley's cuticle head.

He turned to look at the kneeling trolls.

"It seems that while I was away, something surprising happened to you..." He murmured.

His body was covered with blood, some fresh, some dirty, and some dried.

His voice seemed hoarse and his eyes seemed bloodshot.

But he is still so handsome, with a hint of madness.

Ron Weasley said with a weird smile: "Yes..." Then he looked directly into Voldemort's eyes: "But everyone has his little secret..." His voice was low with a hint of joking.

Listening to the voice, it is simply a replica of Voldemort.

"I think...Lord Voldemort wouldn't care about a child's secret, right?..." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Ron Weasley's mouth.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and when he heard Ron Weasley's question, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who...are you?"

This red hair appeared in his mind. Every time the boy saw him, he seemed to lower his head nervously and tremble continuously.Also at the last prefect meeting, I was quarreling with others with a red face and as if I was jealous.

How could such a Gryffindor become so gloomy?

The moment he asked the question, time seemed to freeze.

An extremely terrible feeling came over me.

The wind suddenly picked up.

The blowing trees swayed.

Ron Weasley chuckled.With a sudden wave of the wand.

A black flame burned.

The trolls seemed to have lost their minds.

All the trolls and Ron Weasley began to read in unison.

"I... am that... the evil thought of all mankind throughout the ages..."

Ron looked at Voldemort calmly.

Such a scene is undoubtedly very shocking.

More than a dozen monsters said angrily in unison.

It feels like harmony.

Weird and terrifying.

"What... is that?" Voldemort had a standard smile, but there was a trace of curiosity in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"I was born in the long river of time, drifting in the past, the future, and the present..." Ron said calmly, and then he raised his eyebrows: "I once thought... you are very suitable for me... maybe you will inspire Come out of me...but you didn't..." He waved his hand, and dark flames burned around him: "And he...has this talent..."

The voice was low, as if he was telling a secret that only two people could hear.

Voldemort couldn't help but sigh: "Ah~ That's really... regrettable..."

"Hehehe...Tom...who do you think...took Dumbledore away?...Or do you really think you killed him?..." Ron's voice sounded very mocking.

……

Voldemort walked slowly beside the ashamed Slytherin prefects in front of him.

"I'm...very disappointed with you...although, there are many reasons..." he said calmly.

The prefects were so ashamed that they wanted to die and lowered their heads.

The winner of this mission, Ron, and the rest of Gryffindor are not here.

This is a small Slytherin meeting.

Voldemort pursed his lips: "Are you ashamed? Slytherin?... The noble, always just... Slytherin..."

The so-called eternal justice means to make your own justice.

In other words, one's own strength is so strong that it is the rule.

Although Voldemort knew about Ron's situation, he had no intention of letting them pass this trial.

He likes to make people fail and let them know their weakness, so that they will continue to inspire their ambitions.

"Lord Voldemort, what should we... do to catch up and defeat that Weasley?!"

Someone gritted his teeth and asked.

Voldemort smiled: "Defeat him?... Of course... keep your hatred. The wizard's power comes from his own emotions. The stronger your emotions, the stronger you... will be."

"I won't blame you. This evaluation will be reported to your family truthfully. Although it is normal for this mission to fail. But...Gryffindor and the others succeeded..." Voldemort's voice was cold, with a hint of coldness. A hint of teasing.

Everyone knew what Voldemort meant.

Slytherin, pursuit of glory.

It was their honor that Voldemort led them to participate in the trial.

Performing well in trials is a manifestation of glory.

But they couldn't compare to that Ron Weasley.

This first grade monster.

Their family didn't care what kind of monster this Gryffindor was, they knew that during the trial they had tarnished Slytherin's honor.

Because they can't beat Gryffindor! …

……

Ron Weasley walked calmly in the direction he came from.

Seeing Ron Weasley intact and calm.Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, Charlie was stunned.

"You... didn't go to fight?" they asked in surprise.

Ron shook his head.

"then you……"

In their opinion, even if Ron Weasley's Death Curse is very powerful when fighting a troll, it will still be stained with a lot of dirt.

It just looked like Ron Weasley had come back from a trip in the past.

Ron Weasley said calmly: "I challenged their leader, and then it agreed, and then I defeated it, and then they all surrendered..."

Ah this...

This succinct description of the situation is also unrealistic.

"I have informed Lord Voldemort, Bi. And I have received his approval. But he said that he still has something to do now, so we..." Ron Weasley said, sitting down slowly: "You can rest as much as you like. …”

These five days are like a vacation.

The next five days were like a complete vacation, without any pressure or tasks.

Ron Weasley picked up some books that Hermione had borrowed and came to check them out.

I don't know why, but he now has a feeling... that seems to be very proficient in many kinds of black magic.