Chinese students at Hogwarts

The low voices of discussion disappeared, and the Death Eaters stepped aside to reveal a squat figure standing at the end.

Voldemort stared at this figure with his slender red eyes for a while, and then said softly:

"Dolores Umbridge. Former Deputy Minister of Magic. After being used, she suffered a shameful betrayal."

Umbridge choked up in a low voice:

"Yes, yes, Master. So when your servants opened the cage, I was determined to serve you with everything I had.

You are the most worthy person in the world to follow. "

"Well, well, some people always speak nicely, like my cunning servant Lucius.

This is the time when I need him most, but it doesn't matter that he disappeared. No one can escape the punishment of betraying me!

Umbridge, my new servant, I hope you will serve me as faithfully as you say you will. "

Speaking for such a long time seemed to make Voldemort a little tired. He was breathing heavily. Bella immediately moved forward and took out a small bottle, which contained a milky white liquid.

Carefully fed to Voldemort.

After drinking the disgusting potion, Voldemort recovered a little strength:

"Tell me."

"Yes, my master." Umbridge cleared her throat nervously, and then said in a high-pitched voice:

"Thanks to all the roles I've held at the Ministry, I know some very secret things.

Like Harry Potter’s residence in the Muggle world.”

"But it's of no use. It's well protected there."

One Death Eater couldn't help laughing loudly.

Umbridge trembled twice, her head drooping lower and lower:

"Master, do you know?"

Voldemort let out a harsh laugh:

"Of course I knew - the night I lost my magic and my body, I wanted to kill him.

His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently giving him some kind of protection that I admit I didn't expect... I couldn't touch that boy. "

The Death Eaters didn't say anything. They already knew what happened when they found Voldemort.

Voldemort continued:

"That idiot who likes Muggles - Dumbledore specially designed a protection plan.

He used an ancient magic to ensure that the boy would be protected as long as he was in the care of his relatives. "

A trace of greed and a trace of malice flashed in his scarlet eyes:

“So I need that boy’s blood to be reborn, so that the protection that that foolish woman exerted will remain within me as well.

I will make that idiot smash his own foot with remorse. What he thinks is invincible love flows in Voldemort's blood."

Voldemort let out a hoarse laugh that was so unpleasant that he finally got tired.

Umbridge said softly:

"Master, my idea is, why not try the blood of that Muggle woman?

That blood magic also flows in that Muggle woman's body.

Even if you don't succeed, just kill the woman.

Harry Potter has lost - lost all his blood relatives, and that protection will disappear automatically.

You - will come back eventually! "

After saying that, Umbridge lowered her head and waited nervously for Voldemort's response.

"Interesting thought - very interesting. Looks like I underestimated you, Dolores."

A hint of excitement seemed to flash across Voldemort's face:

"Go on, how can we get that Muggle woman out."

Umbridge clenched her fists tightly and explained her plan:

"Master, although there are many magical protections, it does not restrict the freedom of that Muggle family.

As long as we don't use magic, but do it the Muggle way."

"Muggle ways? How dare you let the great Dark Lord use vile, dirty Muggle ways?"

A Death Eater roared loudly, as if he heard something unforgivable.

Other Death Eaters also started making noises, staring at Umbridge with evil expressions, and some even took out their wands.

Umbridge trembled even more violently, and she knelt on the ground with a thud, loudly begging Voldemort for forgiveness.

"Shut up!"

The scene fell silent, and the Death Eaters hurriedly bowed in the direction of Voldemort and closed their mouths.

"Go on, Dolores."

Umbridge didn't expect Voldemort to say that. She was stunned for a while before continuing tremblingly.

"As long as we trick her out the Muggle-Muggle way and let the master try, even before killing her, to use her to attract her Muggle husband and Muggle son.

and harry potter

As long as the master can be resurrected, what will happen if Dumbledore comes in person?

The master is the most powerful wizard! "

A vicious plan that kills three birds with one stone!

After finishing speaking, Umbridge put her head firmly on the ground, her heart beating wildly, waiting for Voldemort's response.

Then she heard Voldemort's answer:

“That’s a good idea Dolores, I’ve seen your loyalty, go ahead with this plan.

You will get the reward you dreamed of, how about the future position of Minister of Magic? "

Umbridge let out a sob as loud as a cornet. She choked with joy and spoke words of gratitude and loyalty.

When Voldemort finally got tired of hearing this, he climbed up carefully, ignoring the envious and jealous looks of the people around him.

His hideous face was hidden under a mask.

Fudge, just wait. Everything I have lost and the humiliation I have suffered will be returned to you twice as much!

Finally, Voldemort looked at the only hooded voice that did not speak:

"You will get what you want. Although you have just pledged your allegiance to me, your loyalty is already much greater than that of those who claim to be my servants.

No one knows more about curses than I do. "

The hooded man bent down:

"Thank you, my lord."

"Hoo~! Hoo~!"

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily.

He woke up from a very vivid dream and pressed his forehead tightly with both hands.

The lightning-shaped scar was burning and painful, as if someone was pressing a red-hot iron on his skin.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, while his other hand fumbled in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clearer. The light from the street lights outside the window penetrated the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

Only then did Harry realize that his body was soaked with sweat and his pajamas were stuck to his body.

He turned on the desk lamp next to him, got out of bed, walked across the room, opened the closet, found a brand new pajamas, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the closet door.

A thin fourteen-year-old boy looked at him in the mirror. Under his messy black hair was a pair of green eyes full of confusion.

There was nothing unusual about the scar, but it still hurt a lot.

Lying back on the bed, Harry began to try his best to recall the dream he had just had.

Everything is so realistic, it's a dense forest, and those hooded people are Death Eaters who escaped from prison?

Harry only remembered that Voldemort seemed very happy, as if he was planning something successful.

Thinking of this, Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Is he going to come back again?

But the content of this dream was too long, and he couldn't remember many things at all.

Maybe I should ask my friends?

Harry's mind was immediately filled with the sound of Hermione fussing.

"Your scar hurts?

Harry, that's not an ordinary thing... we have to tell Dumbledore!

I'm going to look up Common Magical Ailments... maybe they'll talk about Hex Scars in the book..."

Harry laughed softly. Hermione would definitely suggest this. She was so smart that she even found out the location of the Chamber of Secrets in a short time in her second year.

This made Dumbledore marvel and said, 'You remember this name'.

So should we tell the principal?

Professor Dumbledore seems to be very busy all the time, but the question is how to write this letter?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning.

Yours faithfully Harry Potter

It's so ridiculous, not to mention writing these words down, even thinking about them in your mind is ridiculous.

Harry rejected the idea immediately.

He then tried to imagine the reaction of his other best friend, Ron Weasley.

Ron scratched his red hair, a dazed and confused expression on his freckled face.

"Your scar hurts? But...but it's impossible for the mysterious man to approach you now, right?

I mean... you know that, right?

I don't know, Harry, maybe the curse scars always hurt a bit... maybe we should ask Zhang? "

open? What would Zhang say?

Zhang Xiao's face with a faint smile appeared in front of Harry's eyes again. He would listen to himself quietly with a thoughtful expression.

Finally, tell yourself seriously:

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll take care of everything. I think this may be some connection between Voldemort and you through this scar.

Let you get a peek at something. I'm here, buddy. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. "

Yes, yes, this is Zhang, he is always so calm and calm, very trustworthy.

Even Sirius was rescued because of him, and Harry felt lucky from the bottom of his heart that he had chosen that carriage.

If it was Malfoy————

Harry suddenly shuddered and made two noises, "What bad luck, why do I think of him!"

But Malfoy's arrogant face lingered in Harry's mind, and then Malfoy said with a smirk:

"Oh? Does your scar hurt? That's great, I mean it's so unfortunate.

Maybe I should give you a powerful scar-removing potion for your Christmas gift this year? "

Damn Malfoy! He will definitely say so!

He is obviously a pretty good person, why do he have to have a mouth?

Harry thought angrily, rubbing the scar with his knuckles.

In fact, what he really needs (and it is somewhat embarrassing for him to admit this to himself) is someone - someone like a parent.

An adult wizard. Harry could ask him for advice without feeling stupid. That person should care about him and know how to deal with dark magic...

The answer was so simple, so obvious, that he couldn't believe he'd thought about it for so long, including that wretched Malfoy.

That person is Sirius!

Harry jumped up from the bed, hurried across the house, ran directly to the bedroom opposite, and knocked on the bedroom door.

Almost only a few seconds later, Sirius appeared at the door wearing silk pajamas and rubbing his eyes.

"Harry, is it morning already? Sorry, I got up a little late today and forgot to make breakfast for you-"

Yes, since he lived with Sirius, his godfather seemed to want to make up for the ten years he had missed.

He wanted to make up for everything, even insisting on getting up early every day to make breakfast for Harry - without magic!

Harry felt that his eyes were a little wet, he shook his head and asked his question to Sirius.

Blake only listened for a moment before his sleepy look disappeared, and his expression turned serious.

Listening to Harry's story attentively and carefully, like a father.

No, he was a father, and Harry felt as if his heart was full.

Sirius fell into deep thought after hearing this. This was obviously wrong. Harry's mind seemed to be connected to Voldemort's?

Since Harry can see Voldemort, can Voldemort see him?

Then he remembered what Dumbledore said to him:

"Blake can't contact me if anything happens.

I suggest you ask Zhang for his opinion. "

"Zhang? Is that the strange but very kind kid in prison?

Dumbledore, he is indeed a very good and kind little wizard - but he is still a child after all. "

Black still remembered that Dumbledore looked at him with blue eyes and said seriously and solemnly:

"No, that kid Blake is different, he has wisdom and power far beyond your imagination.

Even I sometimes adopt his opinions.

And Zhang - trustworthy. "

Thinking of this, Sirius paid attention and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Harry, it's almost time. You don't have to worry about this problem. Today is the day we made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley.

Why don't you pack up and have breakfast before setting off? "

Only then did Harry react, and then his heart was filled with joy and anticipation.

Today is the day to see my friends again!

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