Voldemort returned to Malfoy Manor in a fit of rage. He didn't notice anyone, and a puff of black smoke rolled into the darkest room. Because he wasn't sure if he saw Lucius Malfoy now, he would be so angry that he would immediately give this cunning guy a duplicitous Avada life-

He doesn't need this now. Potter had some sort of connection with him, and he shouldn't have tried to challenge his Occlumency at this time, as Potter would have told Dumbledore as soon as he knew. The situation was much worse than he expected, and he needed a countermeasure, and the countermeasure could only be given by himself......

"You're back. As soon as he entered, a voice rang out.

Voldemort rudely ripped off his hood and mask and did not answer immediately.

"Oh...... Your expression isn't very good," the voice guessed, "bad news?"

"Bad news you'll never expect," Voldemort hissed, barely stopping, "the journal!" he roared, "gone! I didn't feel it at all! Someone realized our secret, and he took the diary!"

“…… What? How could it be, that thing was so inconspicuous, even if it was dangerous, who would care about a diary?" the voice was incredulous.

"Lucius Malfoy! Fool, he threw the diary out!" Voldemort was no less angry now than he was when he first found out.

The darkness solidified into a terrifying silence, and only two heavy, heaving breaths could be heard. They were invariably silent about the obvious and terrible omission—the whereabouts of a piece of Voldemort's soul were unknown, and the person in question had not known from anyone else until now, to this day.

“…… Looks like I'm probably a real portrait now. The voice finally said, his tone visibly colder, "This is indeed bad news that you will never expect." According to our common memory, there are at least ten kinds of soul contracts to control other people's soul contracts through soul fragments, if the other party happens to master one or two of them..."

Voldemort exhaled sharply, his thin nose furled, "Of course I did! It now seems that the great flaw in the imperfect method of Horcruxes has become our last line of defense--- the connection between the soul fragments has been greatly weakened, and unless we are close enough, our soul fragments will not affect us. ”

"Is there a diary whereabouts, and what else do you see in the boy's head?"

"The diary was given to a little Weasley girl by Lucius, and then the Chamber of Secrets was opened - damn it, it was a good secret base--- and soon after, the journal disappeared. The boy was a fool, he didn't pay any attention to these things, and until now, he didn't understand the truth of the diary. ”

"So maybe the journal was just lost?"

"No, no way! That diary has the same demagogic abilities as you, and once it controls the girl, it will never give up without external force, unless...." Voldemort's pale fingers kept tapping at his wand, and the green light that lit up and went on was like a serpent's letter.

"Unless a powerful wizard discovers it and deprives it of its abilities!" the portrait said in a low voice, and now the two of them had gained exactly the same sense of crisis in this matter.

"And one more little thing—" he said coldly, no longer hiding his great displeasure with himself, "Potter has always felt what I feel. I have reason to suspect that he speaks snake for the same reason. The scar I left on his forehead seemed to be the link between him and me. I gave him a part of my qualities, through the Death Reminder Charm. ”

"What are you hinting at?" the voice sensitively sensed the meaning behind it, "what did you leave on him?"

Voldemort's footsteps came to a halt, and there was another frightening silence.

"Even now, I've only gotten to that damn prophecy, that's enough," Voldemort roared, "we fell into a trap, a terrible trap that someone had set up with the anticipation that I was going to attack the Potters. I said, how could that Muggle witch know such an ancient spell --- rely on love to bend the death curse! It would be ridiculous if such a spell was written in a library book! Even the Potter family did not pass on spells like this, and a Muggle witch --- Lily Evans actually mastered such a powerful spell, and it was a trap from the beginning! A trap that made me kill myself!"

The portrait was silent for a long time, "Maybe it was really accidental? Maybe the witch really came from the Hogwarts library..."

"I've read all the books in the library! Don't forget, even with those books in the forbidden section, do you think that Lily Evans has more access to than we do? Not to mention that she doesn't have a Slytherin legacy!"

"Maybe this spell just needs to sacrifice oneself to succeed, so it's not widely circulated?" the portrait once again tries to struggle out of that feeling of danger.

"You mean, only Lily Evans is a normal mother who would sacrifice herself for the sake of her family, and everyone else we killed was some selfish guy who just wanted to run for her life? Don't be funny, there is no shortage of pretentious fools in this world, as many as there are! So many Death Eaters visit those disobedient wizards every day, and every day someone is killed by the Death Curse, but only me! Only I was injured by the strange ancient spell, and my body was torn to pieces! Isn't that a trap, do you really believe that there is such a thing as fate?" the Dark Lord roared.

"Now it's even worse, we haven't been killed, but we've lost a piece of our soul!

"What if he could feel not just your feelings, but your thoughts?" makes it clear from the portrait.

Voldemort immediately retorted, "This can't be!"

"It's easy to prove. As long as you ......" the portrait didn't go on, he believed he could understand. "And, in fact, you've guessed it, but you don't want to believe it. ”

Voldemort breathed heavily, his chest heaving. He couldn't argue with it. If he hadn't sensed that dangerous trend, why would he think of using Occlumency on the boy?

"Two things. The portrait sums up calmly. "Check the rest, and find out what exactly you've left behind on Potter. Although the latter point is almost obvious.

Voldemort didn't speak. He walked over to the only chair in the room and sat down. His anger still hovered over the room like a thunderstorm, but he was able to regain his mind.

After rethinking what had happened tonight, the Dark Lord's eyebrows slowly furrowed. "There may be a third thing," he questioned, word for word, "why is Dumbledore so happy that I used Potter's blood?"

At this time, Dumbledore had just left the Ministry of Magic.

Moody walked with him and emerged from the fireplace in the principal's room. Before he could dust off the ashes from his coat, he said angrily, "The second time!" Is it only when Getler himself appears in the ministry that Rufus Scrimgeour will believe that only cooperation can survive?"

Dumbledore stooped out of the furnace, neither fast nor slow. Temporarily stabilized, a faint shadow on his face - Rufus Scrimgeour had asked everyone at the Ministry of Magic to keep their distance from him, and he had to put more effort into lobbying - but the blue gaze under the half-moon glasses had never been sharper.

"Probably. He walked to his desk, "But we have a lot more important to do than convince Rufus Scrimgeur." Like, how things happened tonight. ”

"There's a mole among us," Moody immediately scolded, "I can assure you, it must be Snape's despicable villain! If he hadn't leaked too much information to the Dark Lord, how could this have happened today? And Mondongues, who left his post before the shift was changed for a bunch of Egyptian black market crucibles!"

Dumbledore was no less angry with Mundungus than the wizard, but he didn't nod or shake his head now. He picked up an unsealed newsletter and read it from cover to cover again. "Two Dementors attacked Harry and his cousin...... The mysterious man suddenly appears to confirm whether Harry is a parseltongue and is furious at the news from the diary...... After reciting Harry's dementorship again, the Mystic decided to ......leave," he whispered, raising his eyes from the half-moon lenses, "We need more details to get to the bottom of Voldemort's intentions. ”

"Take Harry to HQ and you personally ask him if he's safest and protect him. Moody's didn't hesitate, "I've always wanted to say this." ”

Dumbledore shook his head. "Harry's protection should be strengthened, and it doesn't make sense to go to headquarters, that would be counterproductive. I may need you to do this for me, Alasto. ”

"Why?" Moody was a little surprised, but then realized, "It's the same reason as hiding it from Harry before, even now?"

Dumbledore nodded a second time, not to say that there was no heaviness. "There's no doubt that things are heading for the worse. Voldemort will be more aware of what he has done in the past and will be more cautious about what he will do in the future. ”

"Caution doesn't sound like a trait that a Dark Lord would have. Moody scoffed, and MONOCULUS suddenly spun wildly, looking disgusting. "So what are we going to do now?" he didn't press for reasons.

"Call a meeting of the club right now, everybody. Dumbledore muttered, "The sooner the better." ”

Moody nodded heavily. He looked out the window at the darkening night and muttered, "I'll notify you at once." ”

Dumbledore watched as the aged Auror limped into the green fire of the fireplace.

While Moody didn't believe Voldemort could match caution, tonight's events had proven his reasoning that Voldemort wouldn't have let go of his prey at his mouth without some reason to stop. Voldemort must have discovered something...... Considering Harry survived again, he couldn't be sure it was a downright bad thing.

Dumbledore rubbed the bridge of his nose, turned around and wrote a note, threw it into the fireplace, and walked out the door. By the time he arrived at the gloomy cellar, the Potions professor was already waiting for him in his robes. "In a hurry, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore recounted what had happened tonight briefly, and finally said bluntly, "I want you to keep an eye on Harry at all times to make sure he doesn't appear in danger and be killed by the wrong wizard, Severus." ”

"I'll give it to that kid...... What?being a babysitter?" The shock on Snape's face faded slightly, and his lips furrowed in disgust, "Give me a reason to have to deal with that nasty face outside of class, Dumbledore." And that kid takes pleasure in violating the school rules, I can't control such a kid. ”

"I had a little speculation about Harry's connection to Voldemort. Dumbledore explained succinctly, "I had expected Voldemort not to notice, at least not so quickly—in fact, he had ignored it for a long time—but this time, he had apparently found out. If it hadn't been for that, we'd have lost Harry tonight. ”

Snape's dark eyes suddenly became like drills. "You'd better be clear. ”

"Harry's connection to Voldemort is deeper than ever before among wizards. Dumbledore said, his tone a little heavy, "We know that Harry could feel Voldemort's emotions all the time. And today, Voldemort saw too much information in Harry's head. If he doesn't realize that the connection is a two-way street, and that he can see through Harry's eyes, then I'll wonder if he's Voldemort. ”

The corners of Snape's mouth flattened. His expression was still ugly, and he didn't know what the connection between Harry and Voldemort was, or why, but he said, "Are you sure I can protect him in such a situation?"

"It should be fine. Dumbledore looked at the high and low potions of potions beside him—one of which contained several torn pieces of African tree snakeskin—and sighed deeply, "Because if I'm not mistaken, Tom must now think that there is something more urgent to do than to listen to the Order of the Phoenix project." ”

On the evening of the second day after the attack, Harry was picked up at 12 Grimmauld Place.

A new meeting of the Order of the Phoenix was just in time to begin, and the children were all asked to stay upstairs, including Ron and Hermione. Harry found his two best friends in the second door to the right of the landing on the second floor.

"Harry!" Hermione swooped down on him, "You're here! We didn't hear you enter! Are you okay? We've heard about you, it's scary!Forgive us for not telling you anything, Dumbledore wants us to swear ......"

"Uh, Hermione, you'd probably better let go of Harry. Ron smiled nervously as he closed the door, "his neck ......"

Hermione immediately took two steps back. After seeing the large and dazzling finger marks, she gasped viciously. "That's the one—"

Harry had wanted to see them for a few days, but when Hermione spoke of vows, the joy of reunion was drowned out by another emotion, most likely anger. "Yes," he said dryly, "it was Voldemort." ”