At night, Hogwarts Castle melts into a deep darkness.

The dull collision of crutches with the ground weaves through the hallways. The awakened portraits on the walls grumbled irritably, until the sound of footsteps turned upstairs, clattered to and fro, and finally disappeared into a new, darker place.

"Fluorescent flickering. ”

A thick, hoarse male voice whispered. The fluorescent bean-like glows up, faintly reflecting the clutter around them, and a bright blue eye the size of a coin. The anomalous eye spun around in a circle—in all directions—and finally settled on the wall in front of it.

The man pulled a palm-sized velvet bag out of his robe and pulled it out little by little. An old corner was revealed first, followed by a whole length of frame. He cautiously took two steps forward and hung it on the dusty wall. Then he stepped back and stared at it expectantly, his other normal black eye full of frenzy.

If anyone could see it, they would think that the wizard was crazy. No one would stare at a tattered portrait frame, let alone look empty on a black canvas.

But the wizard at this time seems to think that waiting is an honor.

After a long silence, a new voice finally rang out: "You did it." His tone was steady, out of step with his youthful voice.

The wizard immediately half-bowed his head. "Yes, everything is arranged. ”

The new voice seemed to mover for a moment. "Foolproof?"

"Foolproof. The wizard promised.

"That's good. The young voice added, "What do you do after that?"

The wizard didn't hesitate. "I think I should stay in school until I make sure the program is successful. ”

He thought it would be a higher compliment, but the voice said, "Just to prove your loyalty?" I don't see any value. ”

"But......" The wizard stopped talking, his cheek muscles twitching slightly. He might have been thinking, but an ugly, wrinkled face looked menacing in any way.

"It's close to the Forbidden Forest. As soon as you are summoned, you can instantly apparate. The voice said again.

“…… How would the master hope?" the wizard hesitated. Then he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly added: "Of course, when I say this, I don't doubt the master's ability!"

The young voice let out a short breath, as if amused. "I can understand what you really mean. He paused, "Obviously, he doesn't want anyone else to interfere." Potter belongs to the Dark Lord...... All you have to do is send the boy to him. ”

The wizard fell silent again, his bright blue eyes rolling in circles.

"As soon as the boy disappears, Dumbledore will notice that something is wrong. The voice added, "Leaving only the risk of exposure, and returning to him, you can help him with more ......" He suddenly lowered his voice, softly, with a vague danger, and with a vague coaxing: "Don't you want to go back?"

The wizard shook his head violently. "I've been thinking about it for more than ten years!"

The young voice was satisfied. "I trust your work. You will be rewarded for your loyalty. He said, returning to his normal tune, "I'll convey that to him." ”

The wizard looked up sharply with a look of disbelief ecstasy, which made him look even more intimidating. "Thank you...... Thank you......" He seemed to stutter with emotion.

"You can go now. ”

The wizard took two more steps back, as if at last he had thought of something else. "You're letting me go, but you're going to stay here?" he confirmed, unassumingly.

If the young voice had a face, it would have been full of mockery: "What are you worried about? I am immortal." ”

The wizard was truly convinced. He bowed deeply, walked backwards through the staggering debris on either side, and retreated to the door before turning to leave.

The faint light faded, and the large room fell back into darkness.

"Harry Potter. ”

A vague sneer rang out, and then vanished as if it had never happened.

It wasn't until he got back to 4 Privet Road that Harry couldn't believe what had just happened. His spine had to bear the weight of Dudley's big man after it had been tortured, and he was screaming in protest with the greatest pain it could, but he couldn't care—

What the hell is the Dementor going on?

No, no, if Voldemort wanted the Dementors to give Harry a fatal kiss, he wouldn't have to make it himself.

…… What did Voldemort do? because he knew Harry was a parseltongue? the only one but him?

Yes, Voldemort may have known this, Barty Crouch Jr., who was pretending to be a wizard, told him......

What about the diary? Did Andrew know that Voldemort had realized that Voldemort understood the diary?

Who is this "he" of Voldemort? Could it be Andrew, who is studying the diary?

Harry didn't really know what the diary was, but Voldemort seemed to think someone knew...... Andrew?

And Voldemort's two shaking their heads...... The first time it might have been Harry's eyes, the second time it was definitely not...... Voldemort was denying that the diary was an important item, but it didn't make sense, they all knew how angry he was......

At the same time, Harry had to notice that when Voldemort's anger at the destruction of the diary had passed, his scar was inexplicably painless.

Hell, what did Voldemort do? and what did he find?

Harry closed the door and heard his aunt and uncle's nervous voice move from the hallway to the next door, smiling bitterly at Dudley's swollen lips. If it weren't for his sweaty T-shirt and the glaring bruise on his neck, the latter being the key, Uncle Vernon would have suspected that he had made Dudley like a dead pig.

He'd just chased away two—no, it should be one—Dementors!Escaped from Voldemort again—and though he didn't know how it happened, didn't anyone care? Not a compliment, at least a consolation?, until now, there was only Mrs. Squib Feig, who had to go home and wait for orders, and Mundungus Fletsch, who had secretly followed him and failed to do his duty to defend him...... Seriously?

A long-eared owl flew into the room through the window, dropped a large parchment envelope in its mouth at Harry's feet, and gracefully turned and flew away.

Harry picked it up quickly, opened the envelope, and pulled out the letterpaper—

It was written by the Ministry of Magic. It says that Harry has been expelled from Hogwarts for violating the Secrecy Act by using spells without permission, and that the Ministry of Magic will immediately send someone to destroy his wand---- is there nothing new in the Ministry, last time it was the Law of Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, this time it is the Law of Secrecy?

Harry's previous anticipation was now all stoned and sunk into his stomach. Was he expelled from Hogwarts, was he defended himself against the Dementors and Voldemort? It didn't matter, Harry had realized over the years that the path he had taken was destined to trust himself in everything.

Harry sat heavily on the bed. The heart that felt like it was about to explode seemed to be a little better.

He snapped into the Undulating Demons. He now knew why the Dark Lord hadn't pulled out his wand from beginning to end. Voldemort had returned, but he didn't want anyone other than the Death Eaters to find out, and if he tried to use Avada Death or some other unforgivable spell, the Ministry of Magic might realize that Harry couldn't do it.

But it still doesn't explain Voldemort's eventual abandonment of attacking him......

The Dark Lord didn't kill him--- this was completely different from the last time, this time it was the Dark Lord who cautiously took a tentative attitude, he didn't do anything--- Andrew said, the strange symbiotic relationship between him and the Dark Lord!

Before he could figure out the reason for Voldemort's change in attitude, a second letter arrived—

It was written by Arthur Weasley. He told Harry that Dumbledore had rushed to the Ministry of Magic to deal with the matter, and that Harry could not leave the privet road for the time being, and that he should be vigilant at all times, not hand over his wand, and be ready to fight.

Harry had finally seen a trace, and while it didn't help Harry figure out what these top wizards were thinking, it at least reassured him.

He leaned back, a burning pain as the back of his head and spine touched the futon, but he ignored it again. Mr. Weasley worked for the Ministry of Magic, and had always treated Harry like family, so he knew what was best for him......

His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the mess tonight. However, this is not that easy. A third owl rushed in like a cannonball, bringing with it another letter from the Ministry of Magic, saying that Harry could keep his wand until the Aurors arrived.

The uncomfortable doubts in his mind had finally been cleared a little, but Harry was still worried. When he didn't know whether to think about Voldemort's anomaly or take some precautions first, the door slammed and someone opened it from the outside.

"What the hell happened tonight? You have to give me an explanation!"

Harry tried to sit up—his spine began to scream in pain again—and saw his aunt standing in the doorway. "It's none of my business. He said succinctly, not in the mood to argue.

"What I'm asking you is, what the hell happened tonight!" Aunt Petunia screamed. "Dudley is unconscious! We've called the doctor! If I find out it's you—"

"It's not me, it's the Dementors," Harry immediately skimmed, "Oh, and Voldemort, of course. ”

Aunt Penny's face turned white at the sight of the Dementors, and Voldemort's name gave her a strange look. "What? What did you say? Who's—back?"

"Yes, Voldemort is back. Harry said, asking in confusion, "You know the Dementors?"

Aunt Penny's expression was indescribable. "He—isn't—dead?" she didn't answer Harry's question.

"No, he's been resurrected for ---- long time, and many of the horrors seen on the TV news have his shadow behind them. Harry replied, looking at his aunt more closely, "Why do you think I've been wanting to watch the news this summer?"

"This ...... No ......," Aunt Petunia covered her mouth, looking somewhere between wanting to scream and trying to kick Harry, the broom star, out of the door.

"What's going on, Penny?" Uncle Vernon's loud voice sounded as he came out of Dudley's room, "Who are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly, who's dead?"

Aunt Petunia apparently didn't want to answer the question, and she didn't need to answer it. Because the fourth owl flew in, Uncle Vernon jumped to his feet in anger: "Owl! Owl again, I won't allow the owl to enter my house again——!"

This time the letter was from Sirius, who told Harry to stay in the house.

There was nothing more, and Harry couldn't help but be a little angry. After he was almost kissed by the Dementors and nearly strangled by Voldemort, Sirius wrote this dryly, isn't that too interesting?

"I can't stand a flock of owls flying around my house!" Uncle Vernon slammed across the room, slammed the window shut, and turned to Harry, "Explain, boy, or I'll throw you out!"

Harry looked at him, then at Aunt Penny, who was still covering her mouth, determined to get things clear as soon as possible. "Dudley and I were walking home when two Dementors popped up. I used a spell to chase one of them away, and the other was scared away by Voldemort who appeared later. And Dudley ...... He was stunned. ”

Aunt Petunia let out a panicked exclamation from between her fingers, and her body swayed as if she couldn't stand on her feet.

Uncle Vernon was furious. "Dementors...... What? And Volta...... What?" he suddenly realized that he was the only one of the three people present who did not understand these two words, and his anger turned to bewilderment: "What happened that I don't know?

yes, you got the point, Harry thought to himself. "The Dementors are the guards of the Azkaban Wizarding Prison, they defected, and it was rumored that Voldemort had subdued them, and Voldemort," he took a deep breath, "he was the murderer of my parents. ”

Uncle Vernon seemed to finally get it—or he thought he did. "Aha! yes, I've heard the latter name! They're coming at you, aren't they? Maggie is right, we're just too soft-hearted to send you to an orphanage! Now, get out of my ......."

Interrupting his roar was a bright red envelope that stubbornly squeezed in through the crack in the window, smacked to the back of his fat head, and flew straight for Aunt Penny. He cursed angrily, and Aunt Petunia took two steps back in fright, and Harry watched as it shook in the air, and suddenly flames erupted—

"Remember me last, Penny. ”

The voice was so loud and terrifying that Aunt Petunia looked like she was almost fainting. The look on her face that wanted to get rid of Harry was swept away, replaced by firmness: "This boy must stay here." ”

“…… What?" Uncle Vernon was taken aback, but Aunt Penny resolutely pulled him away, leaving Harry in an eerily quiet room.

Once again, Harry didn't understand where things were going. The last? What's the last?