Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

Chapter 773 The storm is coming

This made Voldemort even more cautious and alert.

Thinking of these vampires and the enemies they held back, Voldemort finally "forgave" the vampires' neglect.

"Forget it, I won't urge you anymore."

Voldemort was somewhat worried. He was afraid that because of his hasty urging, the vampires would not be able to completely clean up the trouble behind them.

It would be troublesome if this attracted a group of guys whose sense of smell was more sensitive than that of a dog.

With Voldemort's strength, it would be quite difficult for him to face more than 200 level 4X magical creatures that could cast magic at once.

What's more, there are a dozen elite wizards like Remus Lupin who were transformed into werewolves.

Voldemort felt that these elite moon werewolves could even be classified as 5X-level magical creatures, and each of them had the strength to compete with a fire dragon.

At this moment, the Moon Werewolves, whom Voldemort deeply feared, were enjoying the delicious food served by the centaurs.

Today is Samhain, and the horse people, a branch of druids, are celebrating this traditional festival.

Their high priest Dolan has been invited by Raven to attend the Spring Festival Gala at Stonehenge.

Although the high priest was not present, the New Year celebrations still went on as usual, so the horse people were still busy today.

More than one hundred moon werewolves appeared at the centaur settlement, led by Lupin himself.

Because he received information from an informant that Voldemort was planning to do something bad to Hogwarts.

So Remus Lupin took half of his men to the Forbidden Forest and waited for changes in the centaur settlement.

As for who the informant is...it's not hard to guess.

What kind of informant uses a vulture as an owl? And the envelope that contained the letter was as long as 104 keyboards. What kind of weird size is that?

I see. So you’re worried that the owl can’t pick up the letter, right?

What was even more speechless was that the other party actually used the address "Dear li hua", which made Remus Lupin think of the "wise man" among the giants.

I think only that wise man who attended someone's English training class could write this kind of scattered Level 4 English.

Eight O'clock,

When Lupin saw the fireworks of corpses floating in the night sky, and the cuckoo bird that told the time coming out of the huge skull, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He shook his head and sighed in his heart.

"These two guys are really generous!"

Sometimes, in the Quidditch flagship store, Remus would hear Professor McGonagall complain when she came to buy star card packs. He knew that Professor McGonagall was used to the mischief of students, and the little wizards of these years made her feel particularly melancholy.

The Marauders had caused Professor McGonagall a lot of trouble back then, and now there was a new problematic combination: Crouching Dragon and Phoenix.

Remus couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity for Professor McGonagall, because her job as headmaster always seemed to be full of surprises and challenges.

......

Just as the outside forces were surrounding Hogwarts and deploying their manpower,

In Hogwarts, the young wizards were unaware of this.

They were still talking about the big job George Fred had just done.

"Is Voldemort really that scary, Raven?"

Jack held the black tea pound cake in his hand and looked at Raven, who was wearing ordinary Hufflepuff robes today, with some confusion.

Yes, it's Raven again, Raven is everywhere.

The white-robed archdruid who is presiding over the Samhain ceremony is Raven.

The four tools that maintain the Four Red Yang Formation are Riven,

In the Four Red Suns formation, the one wearing the Gryffindor Relic School uniform and drawing the Broken Steel Sword to duel with Quetzalcoatl (Herbo) was Raven.

The one who was drinking and chatting with the four giants of Hogwarts in the Hog's Head Bar next to the school was Raven.

It was also Raven who was pestering Dumbledore on the other side of the ocean, preventing him from returning.

The one sitting obediently at the Hufflepuff table, chewing on a ditty pie and watching the triplets commit suicide, was Raven.

Countless Ravens exist simultaneously in various places in the magical world.

Ever since Limbo became a signal relay station, Raven had developed a bad habit of dropping puppets everywhere.

"Well, Voldemort? He is that rare type."

Typical random reply, because Riven has thrown too many alchemy dolls out, and there are too many extra accounts, and some can't be managed,

The alchemical humanoid is the external form, while the Horcrux variant magic [Life Box] is the essence.

Raven's phylactery and Herbo's Horcruxes follow different routes.

If Voldemort's Horcrux route is a backup, then Helbo's Horcrux route is a cloud plus a backup.

Raven's magic is different from the other two. His phylactery magic chooses the route of uploading, and after obtaining the Limbo as a transit station, this magic has been sublimated into "online".

This method enables him to always maintain the integrity of his soul and prevent any part of it from being separated.

This has limitations, but of course, it also has benefits.

Limitations include not being able to remotely control more phylacteries, and the number of Horcruxes that can be active at the same time is limited, after all, each one requires his distracted attention to operate.

As for the benefits... I can't really call them benefits. Dividing the soul is a waste of talent.

Even if Helbo only scatters some soul fragments each time, the self will not remain the only one that will affect the path above the legend.

The current situation is that Riven opened too many accounts at once. Four were used to maintain the Four Red Suns, one was used for combat, one was idle (his main body was a white-robed archdruid), one was bragging to his friends, and one was tricking Dumbledore.

Another was eating a pie,

So I just answered Jack's question casually. Jack just asked casually.

What's the point of asking Raven whether Voldemort is scary or not? Can he really give any objective evaluation?

It seemed that he realized that his previous perfunctory attitude was a bit too perfunctory.

Raven thought for a moment and added,

"Em... As for Voldemort... he's a bit chewy? Probably on the same level as beef tendon?"

After pondering for a long time, Raven chose to use the adjective "chewy" because he felt that this word best expressed the source of his inexplicable obsession with Voldemort.

Riven likes enemies who are resilient and can make him stretch his muscles a little. Such opponents will make him feel excited and satisfied for the first time in a long time, and every victory over the opponent will bring some fun.

Voldemort is such a person. He is at least a qualified legendary wizard. In this world where the output limit is limited, Raven needs to use his brains to defeat him.

This can enrich the peaceful life to some extent.

The same is true for Helpo. To Raven, Helpo can also be described as "chewy". If Voldemort is beef tendon, Helpo is beef tendon.

The latter is chewier than the former, the fibers (Horcruxes) produced by chewing are finer, and they are more likely to get stuck in teeth.

But what remains unchanged is the pleasure of chewing.

"It would be better if it could be served with some white rice, but unfortunately the white rice has become smarter." Raven added with a nostalgic look.

Jack looked confused. Weren't they talking about Voldemort? Why did the topic turn to rice?

Pabbie still understands Riven's train of thought better. If the enemy that is difficult to kill is like the chewy tendon,

White rice has no chewiness and taste, but it is filling and can help him to fully display his strength against his enemies.

As for Raven's last bowl of "white rice"...

Pabbie glanced at Professor Flitwick, who was sitting in the professor's seat and struggling with a piece of steak, with a guilty conscience. It was this glance that made Professor Flitwick, who had already paid some attention to their movements, notice the dangerous aura emanating from Raven.

That's right. As a duel champion, he would not be wrong. This was not murderous intent, because this being had never taken the group he was imagining at the moment seriously.

This is a sense of threat from natural enemies.

As if sensing the presence of its natural enemy, the goblin blood in Professor Flitwick's body was sending him a warning.

This part of his bloodline was telling him that he was facing the terrible disaster that almost wiped out his race.

At this moment, Flitwick even felt that the delicious food in front of him had lost its original appeal and his appetite was greatly reduced.

As if noticing the uneasy look of his old colleague, Professor Horace Slughorn put down his knife and fork, picked up a glass of mead, and asked with a smile,

"What's wrong, Filius? It seems that you have sensed some danger?"

Professor Filius Flitwick, who possessed a strong dueling talent, would naturally be marked as "friendly" by Horace Slughorn's talent.

Thanks to his deliberate efforts to make friends, the two became very close after working together for many years.

So Professor Horace Slughorn saw Professor Flitwick's condition at a glance and realized that he had sensed danger.

But he was not worried at all. Danger? There was no such thing. Didn't he see that there was a clone of the Archdruid in Hufflepuff?

[Even if Voldemort leads an army of dark creatures]

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and many more!

Thinking of this, Professor Horace Slughorn seemed to realize something.

From the very beginning, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. It was a very familiar and intimate thought that was difficult to recall.

Not far away, the other party was probably outside the gate of Hogwarts.

The distance was too great, and the festive atmosphere was too intense, so Professor Horace Slughorn realized that he had neglected this sentiment.

However, at the moment when the thought flashed through his mind,

He realized where this familiar and intimate feeling came from.