Chapter 517: Les: If there must be a Dark Lord, let me bear this curse

In just five seconds, Sirius realized that he had misunderstood Les. He really had good reasons to come to him!

"Sirius, look who this is?"

Following Les's guidance, Sirius found Peter Pettigrew lying in the shadows and dust.

It couldn't be Sirius's fault for being careless, because he was knocked to the ground by Rice just after he reached the second floor? And since he was in human form, his sense of smell was not that sensitive.

When Sirius recognized Peter, he was extremely shocked. He really didn't expect that he would see Peter again one day!

Considering that Peter was caught by himself and Lupin in the Shrieking Shack last time, Sirius couldn't help but consider the possibility that the Shrieking Shack was his lucky hut.

"You take him away and hand him over to the Ministry of Magic, so that you can accompany Harry to King's Cross Station in human form." Les said calmly.

This is why he risked his life to return to the Riddle house, which was about to be detonated by Voldemort's magic. He wanted Sirius, the real Slytherin, to live uprightly as a human being, as an innocent person.

Sirius smiled awkwardly: Was my wolfdog performance so bad? He actually saw through me at a glance.

I really need to be careful in the future - no, I don’t need to do this in the future!

Sirius got goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't suppress his excitement at the thought that he could act with Harry openly in the future.

"Why?" In addition to being excited, Sirius was also a little curious: He seemed to have nothing to do with this Les Lint, so why did he want to capture Peter for him?

Being a very courageous man, Sirius asked the question directly.

"Because you're a true Slytherin," Les said in a proud tone.

Sirius:!

"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute!" Sirius was a little anxious. He completely ignored the fact that he was still a prisoner of Les and retorted loudly.

"I'm a pure Gryffindor, certified by the Sorting Hat."

"The Sorting Hat knows nothing about sorting. You are Slytherin, and no one knows Slytherin better than me." With a wave of his hand, Rice directly gave Sirius the identity of "Honorary Slytherin".

Sirius's expression twisted.

He really wanted to make a few more arguments, but considering his situation, he thought it would be better to say less.

If Les in front of him were to be angered, who knows what would happen.

Les knew what Sirius was thinking just by looking at his expression. He snorted and gave a long speech.

The core content of the speech is: Slytherin's original intention was good, but it was miscarried by the Sorting Hat and ruined by Voldemort. Everything is the fault of the evil Gaunt family and has nothing to do with Slytherin himself.

"The current Slytherin House has gone against the spirit of Slytherin himself, but it does not prevent there from being some real Slytherins scattered in various corners of the world - Sirius Black, you are one of them."

Sirius had a lot to complain about, but he didn't know where to start.

He always felt that Rice had some misunderstanding about Slytherin and thought too highly of him.

"You are not a Slytherin himself, how do you know his true intention?" Although he knew it was unwise to say this, Sirius still couldn't control his mouth.

"What if I said I was?"

Sirius froze.

He instinctively thought that Rice was joking, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, he was shocked to find that if he analyzed this sentence as true, then everything in front of him seemed to be explainable.

After all, in Harry's words, Les was not as decisive and powerful as the one in front of him.

If it was some kind of back-up plan of Salazar Slytherin that took effect on Les, resurrecting this thousand-year-old wizard and replacing Les Lint, then things would make sense.

After a little thought, Sirius chose to believe it.

Then looking back at what he had said before, Sirius fell silent.

I was recognized as a Slytherin by Salazar himself... It's over, now I really become a Slytherin.

Someone once said that everyone will eventually become the person they hate the most. Sirius never thought that this sentence would actually come true to him.

After chatting with Sirius for a while, Les handed Peter over to Sirius.

When Les used magic to pull Peter out of the corner, the sharp-eyed Sirius saw that there seemed to be someone lying deep in the shadows.

"That is--"

"Voldemort."

Sirius:?!

For a moment he thought he had heard wrongly.

It was not until Les brought out Voldemort's body that he was sure what Les said was true.

Voldemort is dead!

Sirius felt that everything before his eyes was so unreal: Peter was caught, Voldemort died, and it seemed that all the troubles were solved in the blink of an eye.

Is this really reasonable?

If you think about it carefully, it seems quite reasonable. After Salazar Slytherin is resurrected, he will definitely deal with the biggest scum of Slytherin House himself.

Sirius felt a genuine joy.

But he soon lost his joy.

Rice called Nagini to his side, then took Voldemort's body and pretended to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sirius quickly called out to Les.

"Let me think... I plan to break into Azkaban and then establish my own power there."

"Ah?" Sirius was stunned.

"You're not going back to Hogwarts? You're the founder of that school, and the hero who killed Voldemort."

"But I am also the criminal who killed Umbridge and Fudge and broke into Gringotts, right? And I just don't want to be imprisoned in Azkaban and suffer. Azkaban is a good place, I like it very much."

Sirius was speechless for a moment: Indeed, Salazar was right. Killing the Minister of Magic was not so easy to cover up, especially since he killed Fudge in public.

"Besides, this seems to be my destiny..." Les sighed as he looked at the dilapidated ceiling.

It was when Les was chatting with Sirius that he realized the reason why the four of them had not yet returned to the normal world line.

He disturbed many destinies, but by some strange coincidence, he "filled" them up.

If we don't consider the Horcruxes, the Dark Lord Voldemort is indeed dead. But a new Dark Lord has appeared, hasn't he?

If there must be a Dark Lord, then let me bear this curse and become the Dark Lord. This is what Les thought.

Sirius watched in silence as Les Lint held the python Nagini in one hand and held Voldemort's body in the other, then disappeared from the Shrieking Shack with a snap.

The Dark Lord, Les Lint, is stronger and more cunning than Voldemort, and he also has brains, hair, and a high nose bridge. He is a new generation of Dark Lord who is stronger than Voldemort in all aspects!

Sirius remembered a name that was almost forgotten by the public: Gattler Grindelwald.

He knew that the wizarding world was about to change again.

……

The next morning, the young wizards of Hogwarts gathered in the hall. The table in front of them was filled with delicious food, but no one had the appetite to eat.

Because today's Daily Prophet brings extremely explosive news.

Although they had already known that Umbridge was beheaded in public by Rice in class, the news of Fudge's death and the breach of Gringotts was even more shocking.

They could never have imagined that the classmate who had eaten under the same roof with them just two days ago has now become the most wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic - Voldemort's level does not need to be wanted, and no one can take his reward.

Is this another way of standing out?

Since the photographer of the Daily Prophet was standing behind Fudge when he was assassinated, he successfully took a wonderful photo: in the photo, Les looked calm and his eyes were cold. He suddenly appeared, raised his wand, and shot the deadly curse at the camera, which was Fudge.

In other words, the magic world will not participate in the competition for the Pulitzer Prize, otherwise this photo would definitely kill the competition for this year's Pulitzer Prize in advance.

This photo is the front page headline of this issue of the Daily Prophet, and the title is in bold letters: [A new generation of Dark Lord is rising? Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was assassinated by execution! ]

The students were discussing Les Lint animatedly, as were the professors on the faculty.

Today, Professor Dumbledore was absent from breakfast, and no one had any doubts about it. After such a big incident, it was normal for Dumbledore to go to the Ministry of Magic to appease people and look for a successor to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

At this moment, the entire Hogwarts Great Hall fell silent as a short milky white figure appeared in the hall.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Umbridge's ghost walked into the hall and sat directly in her empty seat in the teacher's seat.

An idea came to the students' minds: Perhaps Professor Dumbledore would no longer have to bother looking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts.

"Dolores, why are you back?!" Professor McGonagall looked at Umbridge's ghost in surprise and raised her deepest doubts.

"Of course I will continue my teaching job, just like Professor Binns!" Umbridge turned to look at Professor McGonagall and responded in her signature coquettish voice.

Due to her large movements, her head actually fell off her neck and rolled a long distance on the floor of the auditorium. Umbridge quickly stood up and floated down the stage to pick up her head.

Nearly Headless Nick made an envious sound as he watched Umbridge's head rolling on the floor.

"If only my executioner had the skills of Les Lint - the cross section of Ms. Dolores's neck is the smoothest I have ever seen, bar none!"

Almost Headless Nick has never been able to join the Headless Knights Club because he is "almost headless" instead of "totally headless", and he has always been feeling resentful about this.

Seeing Umbridge's head fall off so cleanly, he was even a little jealous.

Looking at Umbridge staggering on the ground looking for her head, Professor McGonagall fell into deep thought.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts course is indeed the origin of Hogwarts, and changing professors once a year does have a big impact on the teaching quality...

But Umbridge's teaching quality is not good at all!

Considering her teaching style was not much different from Binns', Professor McGonagall felt it was best to let the deceased rest in peace.

"Actually, it's not that there is no solution at all..." Suddenly, Helga made a suggestion.

"We can have Umbridge teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then create a new course that teaches the content of the original Defense Against the Dark Arts, but change the course name to something like Duelling, and then make Defense Against the Dark Arts an elective and Duelling a required course.

Of course, we can also set up an elective course specifically for Umbridge, such as Defense Against the Dark Arts theory. It's up to you how to arrange it."

To be fair, Professor McGonagall thought Helga's suggestion was pretty good.

The only problem was that there would be one more course that Hogwarts hated.

However, Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, who was sitting on the other side of the long table, and felt that this was not the most unpopular course at Hogwarts.

While the two were chatting, Umbridge had stumbled to her head. She only had to bend down to pick it up and put it back on her neck.

At this moment, Peeves suddenly appeared from the floor, grabbed Umbridge's head and flew into the sky, laughing as he flew and shouting a jingle in a rough tone -

"Umbridge's head was like a ball, kicked into the department store! The first floor of the department store is where your head is sold!"

Umbridge's head made a sharp popping sound and her body bounced on the ground, which made people think of the fat headless turkeys at Christmas dinner.

Peeves looked at Umbridge's body, his eyes lit up, and he came up with another rhyme.

"Umbridge, like a roast chicken. Eat the roast chicken, become a big shot, kick her back home!"

Then Peeves threw Umbridge's head high in the air and kicked it out of the hall like a Muggle football player.

The students burst into laughter, and the heavy atmosphere that the Daily Prophet had just brought to Hogwarts was swept away by Peeves.

"Peeves, that's enough!" Professor McGonagall tried hard to suppress the smile on her face and shouted at Peeves in the most serious tone possible.

How could a clever ghost like Peeves not see that Professor McGonagall was not really angry, so it floated above the hall and started laughing.

Normally, ghosts would stop Peeves from doing mischief, but Umbridge's popularity with ghosts was extremely high, so even the Bloody Baron just watched her and Peeves fighting silently.

Professor McGonagall and Helga looked at each other, and suddenly felt that it might not be impossible to let Umbridge's ghost stay in Hogwarts.

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