As if to reassure the wizards, the next three weeks were quiet in wizarding Britain, and neither the Death Eaters nor the wizarding army nor the mysterious Eastern wizarding organization made any major moves. Voldemort did not appear once, Gatler seemed to be hiding, and the rain summoner in the most mysterious Tang organization is said to have appeared once in the South China Sea--- and had a head-on conflict with the wizard of the Magic Mountain, and nothing else was a big deal.

The Daily Prophet carefully reported on a number of other lace news--- with the news that the Weasleys had won the Daily Prophet Award and could travel to Egypt for free caught Hermione's attention---- as if to ease the air that had been almost suffocating in recent times.

The Owl Post and Contradictory published the latest horoscope predictions, and the Indian twin sisters were particularly fascinated by the news, and many of the girls were saddened for a while after Professor Centaur left Hogwarts to no longer teach prophecy.

Harry tried to open the locket again, but there was not a single apparition of Voldemort in it - it was a fake pendant with nothing in it, and Harry still hadn't figured out who had given it to him.

Harry was able to stay at Hogwarts for less and less time, he felt a little lost, one day Harry couldn't help but stand in front of the library for a long time--- many of the younger students looked at him in amazement, until someone told them that it was the legendary savior--- Hermione was very busy, and she and Andrew often seemed to leave the school.

With that, Harry was left on his own. Fortunately, he can get "O" for every paper now, and if he can't do it, he will be very weak and powerless, and he is suspected of showing off in disguise.

Actually, Harry didn't want that. But he still forced himself to be as alone as possible, and this kind of thing was inevitable. Then again, although he always has a secret weakness, he is still happy to be able to enjoy a little quiet.

This is not to say that Harry no longer cares about the Dark Lord--- no matter what time it is, Harry knows very well that a piece of the Dark Lord's soul is still in his body--- Albus Dumbledore has not seen his own meaning, Harry thinks, I'm afraid, he can only rely on himself.

During the first week of the Death Eaters' movements, he was relieved that he finally no longer had the bad feeling that a viper was gathering behind his eyes. The second week, the ease turned further into rejoicing: it seemed that the Death Eaters weren't going to make a big news break to disturb Harry's last days at school, even though Hermione had been working on the defense team or something. By the third week, he had to start wondering if the Death Eaters were planning something big—

Even if you hang his appetite, it's too long, right?

Of course, Harry was far more than the only one who wanted to know Voldemort's movements.

“…… Now, no one even a Death Eater knows where Voldemort is, let alone what he's doing?"

"The Prophecy Orb has been destroyed last time, maybe the Dark Lord has given up?" said Shakel.

"The Dark Lord is not like a man who gives up easily, not to mention that he has a lot of means. Tonks said.

"What do you think?" Moody's MONOCULUS spun wildly, as he served as the last guard for the Order of the Phoenix.

When Moody's asked, the long living room table at 12 Grimmauld Place was filled with people. The flames of the fireplace danced, reflecting the faces with different expressions.

Another meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, but no one brought progress, including Snape, who had just finished his report. "Since Potter was attacked in Little Whitkin, the Dark Lord hasn't held a single Death Eater meeting. He stated with a blank face. It's been nearly two months since he last gave a presentation, and the theme was that Malfoy Manor was no longer a Death Eater headquarters.

"Didn't he summon anyone to do anything?" Kingsley Shackleel leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Snape, "Nothing particularly favored Death Eaters?"

Hearing "favored" and "red", Sirius, who had been holding his arms, snorted a disdainful breath from his nose.

Snape didn't seem to hear. He glanced at Kingsley, and his tone was flat. "Absolutely. Barty Crouch Jr., the only one who has been able to meet the Dark Lord lately. Lucius tried to ask him, but his mouth was as tight as a mussel shell. ”

Sirius snorted louder, drawing sideways glances from Lupin and Tonks at his side.

Kingsley nodded thoughtfully. "Crouch Jr. can't possibly have a crush on Malfoy, and it's a lot harder than Malfoy. ”

"Little Crouch is a Death Eater who has been locked up by his father for more than ten years, and his favor will only cause us more trouble. Moody's blue eyes were fixed on Sirius, but their normal eyes were directed in Snape's direction. "You mean, Voldemort only let little Crouch do things?"

Snape pondered, his lips pursed. "I'm afraid only half of that is right. He whispered, "Lucius and I believe that the Dark Lord only lets little Crouch do what is really important to the Dark Lord. ”

Dumbledore was half-hunched, his long snow-white beard in one hand and long iron tongs in the other, fiddling with the flames in the fireplace. Hearing this, he turned his face sideways, and an interested look flashed under his half-moon-shaped glasses: "What really matters?"

"I've just said that no one knows, except the one who actually does it. Snape replied dryly. He was positioned by Voldemort as an agent lurking at Hogwarts, and if Voldemort's plans had nothing to do with the capture of Hogwarts, he knew nothing. "I guess it's not murder and arson, otherwise we already know. He added.

There was silence at the long table. Only the occasional crackling sound of firewood burning, even the slightest breath could be heard.

"Little Crouch's appearance, it's too coincidental, and the attitude of old Barty is too strange in this matter, have you noticed anything? With Barty's character..."Moody turned to look at Albus, who was staring at the flames at this time.

----- split the Death Eaters from within---- Andrew Lee's words sounded in Albus's head again, Albus felt that he needed a meditation basin --- Andrew now, about Barty Jr.'s plan was successful, and it was unprecedented success, more successful than his own plan on Snape--- now the Dark Lord only trusts Barty Jr---- how did Andrew do it? Voldemort couldn't fully trust Snape, who kept his brain grungled all the time, of course, but what about Barty Jr.? If Barty didn't use Occlumency, how on earth would he hide his true intentions?

Or is Barty still so fanatical about being a Death Eater? Is Andrew's purpose really what he says he is, for Wizarding England? If Andrew has a deeper purpose, what is it?

No one in the Order of the Phoenix, except for Albus, knew about Andrew Lee's terrible plan, and everyone was silent for a while, and Dumbledore had no intention of answering.

"Both the giant and the werewolf have been pulled to the other side," Moody respoken, his brow furrowed into the horror of his mutilated face, "and we can't tell Voldemort's next move; ”

Another moment of silence. "Speaking of giants," Snape mused...... "Yesterday McNeil got things done. But I heard that he didn't see the Dark Lord himself. This was strange in the past, and the Dark Lord was always willing to show that he had a clear reward and punishment - in public. ”

The people at the long table looked at each other. Lupin lowered his eyes, twisted his chin, and said softly, "You mean, the reason why McNeil didn't see Voldemort is because Voldemort may not be in Britain at all?"

A slight commotion immediately echoed through the room, and Snape simply admitted. "We are all skeptical. ”

"You doubt?" Sirius couldn't hold back the cold snort in his throat any longer, "I've endured it until now—not a single piece of credible information, it's all speculation, speculation, suspicion!

"It's like anyone can keep track of the Dark Lord's whereabouts--- maybe I have a dog nose and can smell it. Snape's dark eyes snapped back unceremoniously.

This time it was accurate and ruthless, poking Sirius's sore feet. If Lupin hadn't hurriedly grabbed him, he would have jumped up. "Who do you say is a dog?" he growled, his expression hideous.

"Sirius. Moody said sternly, with a tone of restraint, and glared at Snape, who was still trying to say something.

Sirius tilted his head, a look of rage. Snape rolled his eyes away, his expression reverting to indifference.

"If Voldemort wasn't here, where would he be?" Tonks asked matter-of-factly, deliberately avoiding the stiff atmosphere. "Was something like this last time happened?"

This is to ask Moody, there are few members of the old Order of the Phoenix left to this day. "No," replied the retired Auror in a gruff voice, "isn't Voldemort satisfied with his country now? That's bad news--- or is he going to unite with --- Gatler?"

This silence was like a black lake descending, and no matter what was invested, it could not ripple.

Dumbledore finally straightened up from the fireplace. "Even if he is not in the country," he said briefly, hanging up the tongs and walking back to the long table, "I am afraid that it will be far from what you think, Alastor." ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on the tall and thin elder. "Tell me your reasons, Dumbledore. Moody immediately demanded.

"Now, all I can say is that, from what I know about him, I don't think he had any intention of uniting with Drinkwater---- because joining forces with Gatler defeated him and delayed his return when he was resurrected!" Albus calmly uttered a piece of news that shocked everyone.

Tonks and Lupin froze, their eyes full of surprise, Severus Snape took the liberty of cerebral occlusion to hide his true thoughts for the first time, and Sirius jerked up straight, his eyes bursting with frenzy.

"Albus, what did you say? What did you say you were doing with Gatler Drinkwater?" Moody's prosthetic eyes stopped rolling, and both of his eyeballs were fixed on Albus, as if trying to determine if the White Wizard in front of him was the Dark Lord.

Dumbledore saw the extreme shock on the faces of several people, and he continued unhurriedly: "There is an agreement between Gatler and me, the wizarding army will not attack Britain at the moment---- to be precise, Gatler's biggest target is not in England yet, at least not yet---- we still have a little time, and I am sure he will not unite with Tom Riddle." ”

The news is so shocking, the White Wizard actually has a secret agreement with the Dark Lord of Europe--- and the members of the Order of the Phoenix need time to digest the news--- they don't know where Albus is standing now.

Albus said it so vaguely that no one understood. "You mean, you know why Voldemort left?" asked Kingsley, leaning forward and more focused.

"I do have a little suspicion. Dumbledore admitted, calm enough from his expression to his tone, "and I'll verify it as soon as I can." He paused, "That's all for today, Severus and so on." ”

Seeing his calm appearance, everyone invariably breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out. Sirius stared at Snape as if he wanted to say something, but Lupin pulled him away and closed the door with his backhand.

Snape stayed, but Dumbledore didn't speak immediately. He stared at the roaring fire again for a long time before asking, "Do you think Crouch II is using Occlumency?"

"No, as far as I can see," Snape furrowed his lips, as if he didn't want to say the rest of the sentence, "but I'm not sure that Barty Jr. feels like --- is a little too crazy, maybe he was crazy." ”

"Crazy, is anything out of the ordinary happening?" Dumbledore asked again.

Before answering no, Snape caught the implication of the words. "What do you mean when you say unusual?"

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Snape, his gaze flat.

But Snape understood it immediately. "He's a lot more aggressive than he used to be, which is very close to the Dark Lord, and Bella and him are now the Dark Lord's executioners. ”

"Executioner, does he kill anyone......" Dumbledore looked away.

"It's not that those Death Eaters who make mistakes, even if the Dark Lord hasn't made a decision, Barty Jr. will often take drastic punishment directly.... The Dark Lord wouldn't stop him afterwards, but watched with interest..."Snape explained.

"Punishment...."Albus didn't say anything more, and seemed to have completely fallen into his own mental world.

Three weeks ago, on Saturday night, the stars and moon were gone.

Voldemort finished reading another thick book and tossed it aside. The contents were much the same as what he had seen before, there was no breakthrough to solve the dilemma - the impossible path was removed--- the fog around him was too great, and he had already smelled a hint of ominousness from Nicol's disappearance - action had to be taken now!

It has to be said that he was disappointed, annoyed, and perhaps more frustrated that he would have a pitiful sense of fear.

Even if he didn't put his emotions on his face, the portrait could tell the difference. He whispered, "Maybe you should take a break." ”

"I've rested enough, in the Albanian forest!" Voldemort whispered in dissatisfaction, but he still remembered Occlumency, "I have to fix this!"

Portrait understands this sentiment, but at the same time he believes that anger does not help to find a solution. He was about to say a few more words when he saw that Voldemort's spilled out of the slightest emotion disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed. "What's wrong?"

"Someone is coming. Suspicious, Voldemort got up and walked to the window, "But I didn't summon anyone." ”

"Who's going to report?" the portrait guessed. But this is not a matter of guesswork, as few Death Eaters have been summoned to this lair.

"It's Barty," Voldemort whispered, "I heard him enter the drawing-room." But he wasn't so reckless before. ”

It didn't take long for Barty Crouch Jr., who was identified as reckless, to rush to the second floor. "Master!" he panted, sweating from the tip of his nose and his cheeks flushed.

This apparently anxious gesture left Voldemort's prepared questioning in his throat for the time being. "May I assume that you came in the middle of the night to disturb the Dark Lord?"

"Yes, master!" said little Crouch, whose eyes were shining with excitement, "I think I found it—" he said quickly, offering two books at the same time.

Got it......?

Voldemort gave a cursory glance. One is the Gaunt genealogy, and the other is "The History of the Ilvermorny School of Magic and Witchcraft"?

Voldemort had vaguely heard of the only magic school in North America. He had the impression that it was a poor replica of Hogwarts.

As if reading the Dark Lord's stealth disapproval, Crouch Jr. hurriedly added, "You asked me to search for everything about the twin wands, and it occurred to me today that the old fellow's study might have what you wanted. ”