Chapter 313 Strange Dream
Harry felt his scar was on fire.
He never thought that it was just because he had stayed up seven nights before the exam and was seriously sleep deprived.
I actually fell asleep in the examination room and lay unconscious in front of Yu, my brain unfortunately lost control.
I don't know if he can pass the History of Magic course.
A second before he passed out, all sorts of lights and shadows flashed before his eyes, and the black words on the test paper twisted like a Dementor...
He felt a piercing hatred, and the anger kept surging up from his stomach like an erupting volcano, occupying his entire chest.
"I'm disappointed, I have to admit, I'm disappointed, after failing over and over again."
He heard a cold, emotionless voice coming out of his own mouth:
"For fourteen years, you have lived a very good life, but you have forgotten your master, the one you swore to serve forever."
Harry then realized that he was sitting at a long table with empty vases on it.
The dark little room was filled with silent people, their eyes fixed on the vase on the table, as if they could see the flowers in it.
He endured the stinging pain on his forehead that felt like being burned by a branding iron, and carefully identified the faces of those people.
Pettigrew, the Malfoys, people who look like Goyle and Crabbe... the photo of the escaped criminal in the newspaper...
Death Eater gathering.
There was no expression on their faces, they were cold and terrifying. Pettigrew shrank and trembled, and his severed hand grew out and turned silver.
Looking at them, Harry felt the hatred and anger in his heart burning even more vigorously.
He knew that it was not just Voldemort's emotion, but his own as well.
"Look at what stupid things you have done in the name of Death Eaters over the years."
He continued to speak uncontrollably, a string of words after another, the meaning of the reckoning in them was frightening:
"You had a really embarrassing rally while I was away, at the Quidditch World Cup."
He stretched out a finger and tapped the table. A somewhat old newspaper appeared on the table. He slowly read the newspaper:
"Being mocked by Muggles for doing tricks...playing with rubber toys in public...surrounding Muggle men and women, just for this..."
"My subordinates who claim to be of noble blood have made the entire Death Eater team a laughing stock. You have become the toy of a cheap trick in the mouths of Muggles. You have performed a comedy in front of the whole world, making the entire wizarding world laugh and making mine disappear."
Almost all the Death Eaters' faces turned red and white, and it was so quiet that only the crackling of the candlelight could be heard.
But Harry suddenly felt a surge of joy in his heart, and he knew it was his own -
Because he wanted to laugh when he thought about the scene when the rubber duck popped out!
There was only a woman with thick eyelids, thin lips and messy black hair - her name was Bellatrix in the newspapers, who was scanning everyone present fiercely, trying to find signs of infidelity on their faces.
Harry felt his eyes moving from person to person at the table, finally resting on the face of Lucius Malfoy.
"My most cunning Death Eater, Lucius," he said in a strange chant, "has returned to me and pledged his loyalty."
"Master, we have always been loyal to you." Lucius' face was covered with sweat. He couldn't help but look at the wand that originally belonged to him. "Always. I even give you my wand--"
Harry felt his unhappiness deepen, and he interrupted Lucius:
"Really? But you seem very unhappy about the task I gave you."
As Lucius weakly said "No, Master" in defense, a giant snake slowly hissed and crawled up the leg of his chair. It stuck its head out and its tongue flicked out, touching the pale face of his not-so-loyal subordinate.
"I told you to investigate the girl carefully. There are too many mysteries about her. Tell me, Lucius, what did you find out?"
"Dumbledore adopted her." Lucius' body tensed up. "She invented something called a video game console, which is very popular—"
"Useless stuff!" A cold and high voice sounded, "This information is known to everyone! I ask you, your only son Draco is in school and in the same college as her, you should know more than others...more...You are not paying attention."
Hearing their son's name, Lucius and Narcissa both raised their heads in fear and looked at him.
Old Goyle and old Crabbe stared at the couple with malicious intent, and seemed to take great pleasure in seeing them suffer.
"Master... Master." Narcissa said stiffly, "Our good-for-nothing son has no close relationship with her. He is not very smart... He obeyed our orders and stayed with Gowercrabbe's son all the time... He is not normal..."
Voldemort sneered, his voice lowered a little:
"Yeah... not very good... I heard... he had hysteria, a mental illness, right?"
The couple, who didn't understand what was going on, nodded hurriedly, their hearts in their throats.
Although their son was asking for money frantically, they felt that he was not mentally ill.
But since the boss said so, the couple, who were quick-witted, quickly admitted it.
After a while, Voldemort said coldly:
"But I heard that he was promoting Muggle ideas in school and poisoning the minds of wizard children—"
"Impossible! Master!" Lucius' back was soaked with cold sweat. "Draco was forced by Dolores Umbridge! She spread Muggle ideas in the school and required students to use Muggle items and even forbade them to use wands! She has left Hogwarts and was dismissed from the Ministry of Magic... Our only son got sick because of her... His head is full of gold Galleons..."
Old Nott spat on the ground and spoke with strong contempt:
"I can attest to that, my Lord. She has poisoned the entire school, especially the Slytherins."
"How terrible." Voldemort sighed, "Dolores Umbridge sounds like a huge cancer that has corrupted the minds of many wizard children. I should invite her to be my guest. As for your son, Lucius, you should treat him well. I hope that there will not be a rotten sore in this excellent ancient pure-blood family."
The couple breathed a sigh of relief. After successfully diverting the trouble to someone else, their stiff backs relaxed a little.
The giant snake slid silently from Lucius's chair and disappeared under the table.
"Jade Jane, there are so many things I didn't expect about her. She is almost more of an obstacle to me than that boy—"
Harry saw his right hand go to his robe and he gently pulled it open, revealing the skin underneath -
It was layer upon layer of thick bandages, and the skin that was occasionally exposed was dark red. The skin tightly wrapped around the bones, like a dried mummy!
The Death Eaters seemed to want to scream, but they forced the sound to stay in their mouths and just looked at him with horror.
"Look at me, what she has done to me!" His voice became very high and sharp, and he shouted, "My resurrection is as painful as the birth of a fragile baby! I have to constantly absorb the flesh and blood of my servants so that I can gradually recover! But I must become stronger!"
An explosion suddenly sounded on the long table, and the vases on the table flew everywhere with a crackling sound. The Death Eaters had to duck down to avoid the wrath of Voldemort.
Harry felt like dying from the pain in his scar, and hearing that Voldemort was sucking the flesh and blood of his servants made him feel nauseous.
absorb? How to absorb? Cannibalism?
"She is the secret weapon cultivated by Dumbledore! And you can't even figure out her secret!" Voldemort's angry voice continued, "She turned into black mist and escaped from Azkaban alone! She broke through the encirclement of my most loyal and elite men! She killed so many Dementors who surrendered to me! And you can't even deal with a fifth-grade child, idiots!"
"Master, I will kill her!" Bellatrix screamed wildly, showing her loyalty crazily, "I will share your worries--"
“I command you to keep her alive.” Voldemort tilted his head slightly to look at her. “I need to find out what secrets she has. There must be something special about her flesh and blood. I need more magic power. I need her strength!”
Harry was filled with panic. He had never expected that -
Voldemort actually wants Jian Yu's flesh and blood! Or capture it alive!
He wanted to eat Jian Yu alive!
Lucius and Narcissa avoided each other's gazes and spoke in low voices:
"Besides her, then, the boy, Master, you mentioned the need to deal with Harry Potter—"
This seemed to ignite Voldemort's anger again, and Harry felt an extreme hatred surge into his brain:
"Yes, Harry Potter, another enemy with unknown power - I have made a big mistake with him -"
"He must be killed, but before that, I must first obtain the prophecy and my wand! You have once again failed to complete the task I gave you!"
Lucius looked away again, and the faces of old Goyle and old Crabbe turned pale.
"I have told you to manage your relationships in the Ministry of Magic well. Originally, as long as they continued to whitewash the situation, I could place people to control the Ministry of Magic."
"But you called down a fool who was fooled by us, a manipulative Fudge, and let Dumbledore gain the upper hand! You accepted everything calmly, and no one even thought of killing Amelia Bones in advance! She is not a simple person! Now if you want to enter the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic to kill her, it is not something that can be solved by the Imperius Curse!"
The room was completely silent, with only three people begging for mercy with trembling voices, stammering, "Master, please give me another chance."
Harry saw his hand raised, and was about to punish his subordinate who was not doing his job well -
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a man with a fierce look and a face full of flesh appeared at the door.
"Master, I'm late." The man did not sit down, but leaned forward. "But there is a reason for this. I got a piece of information from the staff of the Ministry of Magic. It is said that Dumbledore took a glass ball from the Ministry of Magic--"
A rage of losing control and having his plans ruined burst out, and it was an emotion Harry had felt more intensely than any time before!
He saw his hand clenching the wand, and he slashed it down from the air and pointed it forward. Old Goyle let out a shrill scream, his body twisting and squirming on the ground, followed by old Crabbe, who fell heavily to the ground, twitching, rolling his eyes and fainting.
His hand slashed down again and again, and the Death Eaters fell to the ground one by one. The rest fled in all directions, but his anger did not diminish in the slightest...
But apart from hatred and anger, Harry felt that he could gradually distinguish Voldemort's emotions from his own.
A secret joy rose in his heart...or rather, a hope!
Jade has such a powerful strength that she can escape from the siege of Death Eaters and Dementors, and constantly trip up Voldemort...
The Death Eaters failed to sneak into the Ministry of Magic to obtain the prophecy. Minister Bones' leadership was very wise and left him no chance!
Anger, hatred, and joy were fighting in his mind, tearing his thoughts apart, and he felt the scene before him gradually becoming chaotic...
Harry woke up with a start, gasping for breath, his heartbeat echoing in his ears, beating very fast.
The pain on his forehead made him want to put his head in ice water. He vaguely heard the conversation between Jian Yu and Dumbledore.
He found himself in the principal's office.
......
He sat up in shock from his dying illness.
Jian Yu was startled by Harry's sudden change from 180 degrees to 90 degrees on the recliner.
"What did you dream about Voldemort?" she inquired. "I saw you sleeping, crying and laughing, screaming and quiet -"
But Harry suddenly changed from a 90-degree sitting position to a standard standing position. He quickly jumped off the recliner, covering his forehead with one hand, his eyes vague:
"I fell asleep during the exam and had a dream! Voldemort - Voldemort - he -"
Jian Yu was not sure if his feelings were wrong——
But why did she feel that Harry, who dreamed about Voldemort, seemed to be in a good mood?
She watched Harry glance around the headmaster's office, finally seeing the Pensieve, and rushed over to bury his head in it.
The next second, he realized that the method was wrong, so he drew out his wand, pointed it at his temple, and channeled a wisp of silver memory into the Pensieve.
"You could have said it directly, Harry," Dumbledore could not help saying. "I am here."
Harry woke up as if from a dream and shouted loudly:
"He...he wants to eat people! Yu, he wants to eat you!"
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