Chapter 238: Poisonous Scheme (Monthly Pass Plus 16)

The low voices of discussion disappeared, and the Death Eaters stepped aside, revealing 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 servant opens the cage, I am determined to serve you with everything I have.

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. "

Voldemort seemed a little tired after speaking for such a long time. 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 about it."

"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 hanging 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 a 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 stupid woman exerted will remain within me as well.

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

Voldemort let out a hoarse laugh that was extremely unpleasant, until he finally got tired.

Umbridge said softly:

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

The 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 finishing speaking, Umbridge lowered her head and waited anxiously 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 in Muggle-Muggle ways 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 saying that, 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 said 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.

Hidden the hideous and terrifying face under the mask.

Fudge, just wait, everything I lost and the humiliation I suffered will be returned to you double!

Finally, Voldemort looked at the only hooded voice and shadow who didn't speak:

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

No one knows more about curses than me."

The hooded man bent down:

"Thank you, my master."

"Hu~! Hu~!"

Harry lay straight on the bed, gasping for breath.

He woke up from a very realistic dream, holding his forehead tightly with both hands.

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

He sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and groping in the dark with the other hand to get the glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clear. The light from the street lamp outside the window shone through the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light over the bedroom.

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

He turned on the table lamp beside him, got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, found a brand new pair of pajamas, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the closet door.

In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was looking at him, with a pair of green, confused eyes under his messy black hair.

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 just now.

Everything was so realistic, it was a dense forest, and those wearing hoods were the Death Eaters who escaped from prison?

Harry only remembered that Voldemort seemed very happy, as if he had planned something successful.

Thinking of this, Harry's heart suddenly tightened. Could he be coming back again?

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

Maybe I should ask my friends?

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

"Your scar hurts?

Harry, that's not an ordinary thing... We must tell Dumbledore!

I'll check "Common Magical Ailments"... Maybe the book will talk about curse scars..."

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

This made Dumbledore amazed and said, "You remember this name."

So should I tell the headmaster?

Professor Dumbledore seemed to be very busy all the time, but the problem was how to write this letter?

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

Yours faithfully, Harry Potter

It's ridiculous. These words are ridiculous to write down, let alone think about them in your mind.

Harry immediately rejected this idea.

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

Ron scratched his red hair, his freckled face showing a confused expression.

"Does your scar hurt? But... but, the You-Know-Who can't get close to you now, right?

I mean... you know, right?

I don't know, Harry, maybe the spell scar always hurts a little... maybe we should ask Zhang?"

Zhang? What would Zhang say?

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

Finally, he told himself seriously:

"Don't worry, Harry, I'm here for everything. I think this may be that Voldemort has some kind of connection with you through this scar.

Let you peek into something. Man, I'm here, remember to find me anytime you have any questions."

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

Even Sirius was saved because of him. Harry was glad from the bottom of his heart that he chose that carriage.

If it was Malfoy————

Harry suddenly shuddered and pooh-poohed twice. What bad luck, why did I think of him!

But Malfoy's proud face lingered in Harry's mind, and then Malfoy said with a sly smile:

"Oh? Your scar hurts, Pt? That's great, I mean it's too unfortunate.

Maybe I should give you a strong scar removal potion for Christmas this year?"

Hateful Malfoy! He will definitely say that!

Obviously he is a good person, why does he have to have a mouth?

Harry thought indignantly and rubbed his scar with his knuckles.

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

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

The answer is too simple and too obvious. He can't believe that he thought about it for so long, and even Malfoy, the annoying guy, thought of it.

That person is Sirius!

Harry jumped up from the bed, hurried across the room, 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 we 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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