Who Is This Noseless Ugly Freak?

"Uh... I don't mean I don't want to talk about it, but if you want to hear it, you'll have to wait a little while."

Seeing his girlfriend pouting so much her lips looked like they were about to hold a bottle of soy sauce, Bell quickly explained.

He didn't feel the need to hide what happened last night from Hermione. After all, the important business was done, and he had plenty of time to listen to her complaints and grievances.

But that's not possible now. He's busy eating and can only squeeze out a little time to say a few words to Hermione.

It wasn't that Bell valued breakfast more than Hermione, but rather that his body desperately needed a lot of nutrition.

Last night, he soaked in a Medicinal Bath all night long, and his body was almost swollen from the heat, before he finally managed to restore himself from a state of being cooked to a state of being freshly thawed.

Even with the help of magic and Potions, the healing of injuries still requires the body to provide nutrients.

He was so exhausted last night that he didn't have time to eat anything and went straight to sleep. As a result, he is now starving.

If he doesn't get enough nutrients soon, his health might suffer!

"Awoo!"

(￣~￣)

Bell took a big bite of meat, his mouth dripping with oil.

As the saying goes, you are what you eat. He had a lot of muscle and skin necrosis before, so he has to eat a lot of meat to make up for it.

Gulp!

After swallowing the meat in his mouth, Bell finally had time to continue:

"I'm so hungry right now. After I finish eating, I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."

"Really? Don't force yourself."

Hermione glanced at Shanna cautiously, afraid that Bell's behavior would be blamed by her family.

"No pressure, it's not a big deal anyway."

All I did was kill one big lunatic last night and take care of a bunch of smaller lunatics along the way.

Even if the matter is exposed, the Menethil Family, which holds the absolute moral high ground, will not be held accountable.

At most, it's just the remnants of those related families who might secretly cause trouble for the Menethil Family.

However, those matters fell into the realm of his own father's concerns and were not within his scope of interest.

In comparison, he still felt that making his girlfriend happy was more important.

After all, this directly relates to his happiness index in the coming period of time.

However, to avoid giving his father an excuse to bother him, Bell still gave Hermione a word of advice:

"Normalize your Occlumency. If you sense someone trying to invade your brain to search for related memories, immediately unleash Ten Thousand Snakes them!"

Even Dumbledore would probably be caught off guard and flustered for a while when faced with the sudden attack of the Ten Thousand Snakes.

"Um!"

Hermione nodded happily.

The knot in my heart that I had been carrying for a whole night vanished without a trace in just a few words from Bell.

"Eat more, these fried chicken wings are delicious too!"

In a good mood, Hermione followed Shanna's example, taking plate after plate of food and feeding it to Bell.

(There was no other way; Bell's two hands were already too busy.)

"Gege, it's about to start."

After eating for an unknown amount of time, about half of the abundant delicacies that Lim had prepared overnight had been eaten by Bell, Shanna suddenly spoke up.

The little girl had been keeping track of the time. As soon as the clock struck 7:59, she immediately took out her Personal Terminal and placed it in front of her Gege.

As the second hand completed another full circle, the program that everyone had been eagerly anticipating finally began.

Good morning, everyone. Welcome to the morning news program brought to you by the Daily Prophet.

Today is June 25th, a very ordinary day.

But just in the early hours of this morning, our reporter received a major news report.

Regarding the news content, please allow me to keep you in suspense for now. Next, please watch a video.

After speaking, the host disappeared from the screen, replaced by complete darkness.

If it weren't for the occasional rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other on the screen, everyone would have thought it was a live broadcast mishap.

Unlike most wizards who were completely bewildered and didn't understand what the Daily Prophet was up to, the Little Wizard in the Great Hall were all staring intently at their Personal Terminal, not daring to breathe.

Their intuition told them that they were about to witness firsthand how the Dark Lord had been resurrected!

As expected, the scene on the screen changed shortly afterward.

The scene slowly moved forward, and soon an open space appeared before everyone's eyes.

By the dim moonlight, the people could make out that what was in the picture was a cemetery.

Even though the sun was shining brightly this morning, the Little Wizard in the Great Hall still felt a chill run down their spines.

Could it be that the Dark Lord is about to crawl out of the graveyard?!

Fortunately, the explicit content did not appear; instead, a shaman dressed in traditional Egypt clothing was shown.

The Egypt sorcerer was standing in front of a tombstone, next to which was a huge stone crucible.

"Harry! It's Harry! Oh my god!"

The sudden exclamation startled everyone who was engrossed in watching the film.

It's Ron.

As the camera slowly zoomed in, he immediately recognized the person tied to the tombstone as his good brother who had suddenly disappeared the previous night.

Even though everyone was startled by Ron, no one had the mind to blame Ron at that moment.

Upon hearing Ron's exclamation, everyone immediately looked at the poor fellow tied to the tombstone.

Some of the Little Wizard had more contact with Harry quickly recognized Harry through various details.

Considering what Auror said last night, could it be that the Egypt wizard is the Dark Lord?!

When did the Dark Lord change their nationality?

Before everyone could figure out this profound question, the Egypt wizard on the screen, who seemed to be muttering something, took another action.

Next, the video clearly showed Voldemort's resurrection ritual. Only after Voldemort crawled naked out of the cauldron did the crowd, who had been holding their breath, finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah--!"

The screams echoed throughout the Great Hall, making everyone's head ache.

The Little Wizard felt their minds go blank, completely losing the ability to think. They didn't know why they were screaming; they just wanted to scream!

Until a child's innocent voice broke the chorus of screams.

"Sister, who is this ugly monster without a nose?"

Little Gabrielle looked at her older sister with a puzzled expression.

The little girl had never seen a picture of Voldemort, let alone that the new Voldemort was even more uniquely ugly than when he had his previous botched plastic surgery.