Chapter 1028 Terrible Trap

In a certain continent in the south of the United States, where the land is vast and sparsely populated, countless "gold eaters" quickly walk through the dirt on the Gobi stalls that seem to have nothing.

This is a magical animal with a 2X danger level. Its appearance is between a pangolin and a large beetle. They can eat some relatively hard substances such as ores. This kind of animal doesn't have much value for potion materials, and the only output is the scales on their bodies.

That kind of scale armor has excellent characteristics in defending against physical attacks, and is used by many alchemists to refine it into silk threads to make wizard robes.

It is even possible to directly pass the rope through the natural holes above to make armor.

'Gold eaters' generally live in areas with less rain, because they are especially attracted to lightning, and they will be a large area when they die.

This is obviously a very suitable place for them to live, and they are everywhere at night.

But if someone can walk into it and observe, they will find that these 'gold eaters' deliberately avoided a hilly mountain range in the middle of the Gobi Desert.

Above that, there is a castle invisible to the naked eye, shrouded in magic.

On the gate of the castle hangs the coat of arms of the holy twenty-eight pure-blood families Gower.

"Ah~~~"

Gore exclaimed, woke up from the soft bed, and stared blankly at the strange things around him.

After a while, a middle-aged witch rushed in crazily holding a candlestick, staring at Gore closely, "Son, are you dreaming, right? What did you dream about?"

Goyle wiped the sweat from his head, and just looked at her in horror, "Mom, I don't know why, I'm prone to nightmares recently, can you stop drinking those terrible potions?"

"No!" A tall figure walked over from the dark porch and stared at Gore, "That is the potion that the master personally prepared for you, it can help you fully awaken the prophecy in your blood, don't you dare drink it look?"

"Oh, honey, don't scare the children." The middle-aged witch just stared at Gower excitedly, "Quick, baby, tell mom, what did you dream about this time?"

Goyle opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, looked at his parents, and finally sighed, "I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione."

"Very good, what else?" The middle-aged witch grabbed Goyle's arm so hard that the sharp and slender nails pierced Goyle's arm at random, causing pain.

But Gore did not dare to break free. His mother has been weak since she was a child. An accidental fall may break a bone.

He just lowered his head and said dully, "In the Magic Congress building, I saw Harry holding a prophecy ball in his hand."

"Aha~" The middle-aged witch turned her head to look at Old Gore excitedly, "Quick, tell the master about this, our Gore family is going to make a contribution!"

Old Gore showed a rare smile, walked over and rubbed Gore's head, "My child, dad is proud of you!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly walked out.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ~~"

The middle-aged witch shouted excitedly, "My baby, you are so kind. I will definitely ask the house elf to make you a lot of your favorite food tomorrow. How about chicken legs?"

Gore's voice was a little hoarse, and he just said muffledly, "Mom, I'm sleepy."

"Oh yes, my baby."

The middle-aged witch hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent herself from disturbing the child's rest. Seeing Goyle lying on the bed with the quilt pulled, she couldn't help but sit on the bed gently, patted Goyle's shoulder lightly, and hummed to nursery rhymes she'd heard from her mother.

Mother's singing is so gentle that Gower often falls into a sweet dreamland soon.

But at this moment, he was lying on his side, facing the moonlight streaming in through the gap in the curtain, his face was full of tears.

He's just stupid, not stupid.

He can know what happened!

But on one side are his parents, and on the other side are his friends...

What can he do with this?

Let your parents be killed by members of the Order of the Phoenix?

Yes, he had concealed one of the dreams, a most horrific one, of a terrible battle in which many men were charging at the Dark Lord Voldemort.

And his father stood behind Voldemort with open arms, worthy of the loyalty and bravery he believed in, and blocked Professor Snape's sneak attack on Voldemort with his life.

And his mother, after his father died, rushed towards those in the Order of the Phoenix crazily, and was enchanted by Professor McGonagall, Professor Sirius and Ron's mother Molly Weasley. When hit, it was torn to pieces.

That's not a dream!

That's prophecy!

Gore knows it!

With tears in his eyes, everything became more and more blurred. The potion had terrible side effects, and it was bit by bit swallowing his vision.

This is what Voldemort told him personally, the eyes are the windows of the soul, only by closing the windows, can his vision that penetrates time see farther and become more powerful.

The breeze dissipated, the curtain fell, the moonlight could no longer come in, and the darkness filled the room again.

Mom thought that Goyle was asleep, so she leaned over and kissed Goyle's forehead carefully, and left gently on tiptoe.

After his mother left, Gore grabbed the quilt and covered his head, sobbing sadly, full of confusion and powerlessness about the future.

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"Hey hey hey..."

Speaker Tom Riddle smiled very excitedly. He nodded at Old Gore, "Very well, I will remember your contribution."

Old Gore's silly face suddenly beamed, "It is the honor of the Gore family to be able to serve the master!"

After Old Goyle took the seat next to Lucius, everyone began to discuss.

"This is an opportunity!" Bella, who was sitting beside her with a big belly, shouted excitedly, "Take this opportunity to catch them all!"

"No, no, no..." His Excellency Speaker Riddle squinted his eyes and thought, tapping the conference table unconsciously with his fingers.

"Remember, we are no longer dark wizards. Those in the Order of the Phoenix are the dark wizards. We can no longer blindly only know about killing."

Not knowing what he was thinking of, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"After so many years of fighting, we should know something."

Tom Riddle, who had regained his sanity, was no longer that Voldemort, and his head began to allow him to think more.

The current scene is just like the situation of his predecessor, what a good situation.

When Grindelwald gave a speech at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, the so-called Aurors who represented justice heard the news and rushed to surround it. Grindelwald took a very interesting approach.

Speaker Tom Riddle frowned, looked at the figures on the left and right of the long conference table, and smiled hehehehe, "No, we won't kill them!"

"From now on, you will all have your own tasks and temporarily evacuate the Magic Congress Building."

"Master!" Bella stared at him in disbelief, "Why?"

"Just do it!" His Excellency Speaker Riddle sneered, "Let the Aurors strengthen the security of the Magic Congress building, and beware of evil dark wizards."

"I'd like to see how many Aurors the Phoenix Society kills to get the prophecy ball?"

"At that time, in the face of the suffering of being killed by comrades-in-arms and colleagues, the Magic Kingdom will be completely united!"

"And..." Your Excellency, Speaker Riddle, seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were shining brightly, "Oh, yes, plus the destruction of the homeland! These hateful black wizards of the Order of the Phoenix actually set fire to the House of Magic. The building burned."

Suddenly, countless sinister laughter resounded in the conference room.

Bella yelled like crazy, "Master, master, please let me light this fire!"

Your Excellency Riddle nodded noncommittally, and looked at the subordinates in front of him complacently, "When the time comes, I will stop by the way and learn from the Muggles in the Magic Congress and do something inexplicable zzz, pick a few and take the opportunity to kill them, that's all." To the Order of the Phoenix!"

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