Voldemort, who was deeply worried by the Prime Minister, was sitting in the richly decorated hall watching the replay of Owen Harris's speech on television, and then the news commentators broadcast their interviews with some ordinary wizards, who saw their undisguised affection and praise for Owen, and the armrests of Voldemort's chairs turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

The mystery man simply stood up, his own side had very few successes, how could he fight back hard against the Harris family? Relying on that waste was almost useless, and it was more likely that he would do what they wanted...... Voldemort's figure suddenly froze, and the summoning spell used by the opponent in the duel with Eren reminded him that he had a suitable object, and he could definitely fulfill his wishes.

His hand pressed to the black mark on his arm, and soon, a black-robed figure appeared in the room, silently waiting for his command.

"Next, you need to gather knowledge about the devil, especially the information about the Devil Grand Duke that Alan Harris met at the Wizarding Triwizard Tournament. Voldemort raised a big pale hand, waved it out, and said with rare generosity: "Now those Aurors are patrolling around, and you can't move smoothly, so go to other countries and catch some mud for me...... I need to make a deal with that Devil's Grand Duke. ”

Voldemort raised his gaze and looked into the distance, as if the Harris who made him resentful were there, his voice was soft but full of cold and cruel killing intent, "By the way, recruit more wizards in other countries to come back, and when we are ready this time, let the Harris - look good." He clenched his fist violently, and the chair behind him was reduced to splinters and scattered to the ground.

Everyone looked at Voldemort with trepidation, but Voldemort's gaze was fixed on a seemingly delirious figure hanging headfirst above the long table in the middle of the hall, and at the bottom left of the body, a girl with a dark brown bob was sitting on the ground with pale cheeks and a frightened expression.

"We must prune some branches and leaves now, it's time to get rid of those rotten leaves, old Parkinson, did you ever think about today? As Voldemort's voice fell, the man hanging above the table let out a cry of pain, the voice dragged on for a long time, from bitter and sharp to weakening, and the human body curled up in pain in the air, like a boiled shrimp, looking miserable.

"Still, you have a chance. Voldemort's pale, withered finger pointed at the girl, and she immediately flinched back and froze in place, "Pansy Parkinson, you can choose to save or let him die, worthless waste should be destroyed." ”

Pansy's brown eyes were full of horror, but Voldemort tilted his head, "You want to live?"

Pansy nodded repeatedly.

"As a Hogwarts student, you have a lot of opportunities to accomplish, either you assassinate Alan Harris or you assassinate Dumbledore. Voldemort turned, not giving Pansy a chance to refuse, then squinted at Pansy and commanded to the left and right, "Of course, girls deserve some privileges, and you won't be alone, Pansy." Bella, Lucius, you help her out there, Severus helps her at Hogwarts, Dumbledore and Alan Harris, if only one of those two can die, I will forgive your father. ”

"Yes, master. Lucius and Snape nodded, they both understood that they were asking themselves to assist Pansy in her mission, but in fact they were monitoring her, leaving her with no choice but to do what she was told. Bei stretched out her tongue and licked the corners of her mouth, "We'll show this little baby what to do." ”

Almost as soon as Voldemort's words fell, Pansy made a choice in her heart, she knew that the person she admired most in Draco's heart was Alan Harris, and if she assassinated Ellen, then I am afraid that there would be no hope of being with Draco at all. On the contrary, Dumbledore, taking advantage of his lack of defense against students, may have succeeded in assassination.

"Hmph, Severus, remember teaching this idiot Occlumency during the summer, or she'll be spotted when she faces Dumbledore. Voldemort snorted coldly when he detected Pansy's thoughts, but although letting Parkinson go to assassinate her was more to vent his emotions and send her on this kind of suicide mission, it could give her some help to improve the success rate a little, as long as he could hurt Dumbledore a little, it would be somewhat useful to him.

Although Pansy, who was seen through her mind, was not further hurt and punished, and was finally brought back to her home, there was no longer a moment of peace in her heart, and how to assassinate the greatest white wizard was really a big problem for her, a young wizard who had not yet graduated. And as a member of the training class, Allen's skill in retrieval is already a well-known thing, how can she hide her thoughts in front of him, and whether she can really learn brain occlusion before the end of the summer vacation...

Late that night, near the wee hours of the morning, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat motionless in the throne-like chair behind his desk, his eyes looking at his hand blackened by the Dark Magic curse in a trance, and his mind did not seem too clear.

Then, Dumbledore looked up suddenly, the door to the headmaster's office opened automatically, and Severus Snape, who had returned in the middle of the night, hurriedly walked in with a bottle of golden potion, and at a glance he saw the broken ring on the table in front of Dumbledore, and the ruby on the Gryffindor sword next to it glittered in the light.

Snape immediately began to chant the incantation, aimed his wand at Dumbledore's injured wrist, and poured the thick golden potion he had brought with him into Dumbledore's mouth with his left hand.

After the effects of the medicine had taken effect for a while, Dumbledore's eyes had finally regained their clarity and they were able to focus accurately.

"Is that what it made your hand like this?" Snape sat down next to Dumbledore, one hand holding up Dumbledore's charred hand on the table, and snarled at his headmaster, "You know it's going to be bad for you, why do you touch it?!"

"It's so tempting to me that it's like it's targeting my situation......" Dumbledore smiled wryly and nodded his head in the direction of the Gryffindor sword, "It's good to have it, and you can destroy this Marvolo Gaunt's ring, it's one of Tom's Horcruxes." ”

"Drinking it up will keep the curse in your hand, but only temporarily. Snape, who still looked angry, handed the rest of the potion to Dumbledore, he looked at Dumbledore's charred palm, and gave a judgment with some suspicion, "But unexpectedly, its condition is better than I imagined, this is not quite like the style of the mysterious man, I was still wondering why you can hold out until you come back and stay awake to inform me, don't say anything else, drink it up quickly, but this is only temporary, if you don't suppress it, it will spread sooner or later." ”

"How much time do I have?" Dumbledore asked, pouring the remaining golden potion into his mouth.

"I guess it's about three years. You're lucky, if you don't waste your mana in battle for three years and give this curse a chance to continue to corrode and deteriorate, but stop it with all your might, and with the potions I brewed for you, there is still a good chance that you will be able to remove them completely. Snape, who found that things were not as bad as he had imagined, calmly replied.