"You're saying that Bird was Voldemort's tactics, and that he was controlled by Malfoy with the Imperius Curse?" Van Lin asked, "and what does he want? Harry?"

"No, I don......'t know," Harry shook his head, "though, what they want is ......"

"Weapons?" Ron said in surprise, "What weapons does the Ministry of Magic need?"

"I think so, but I can't say exactly what it is......" Van Lin hesitated, but finally didn't say what Voldemort was looking for, because it itself gave him the illusion that a prophecy orb was worth leaving for the Ministry of Magic early?

"So...... When Bird tried to steal the weapon, something happened. I think there must be some kind of defensive spell on it to keep people from touching it. So he went to St. Mungo's Hospital, his head strangely empty, and he couldn't say anything. But remember what the healer told us? He's healing, and they can't restore him, right? I mean, he was shocked by what happened when he went to steal the weapon, and even the Imperius Curse didn't work. Once he could speak, he would explain what had happened, right? And then they would know that he was instructed to steal the weapon. Of course, it would have been easy to get Lucius Malfoy to cast a spell on him. So, he's been at the Ministry of Magic, right?" Van Lin said, combing through what had happened.

"Yes, he was wandering around on the day of my hearing," Harry said, "just—wait a minute," he said slowly, "he was in the hallway of the Ministry of Magic that day! Your father said he must have eavesdropped on my hearing, but ......"

"Sturgis!" Van Ling paused, remembering a name.

"What?" Ron asked, confused.

"Sturgis Potmoor!" said Van Lin, "he's been arrested for trying to get through a door! Malfoy must have gone to find him! I think he was trying to do that when you saw him that day, Harry. Sturgis had Moody's Cloak of Invisibility, remember? He couldn't be seen if he was guarding the door, and Malfoy heard him moving—or guessed who was there—or had just cast a Imperius Curse on him. So, the next time Sturgis went to guard, he tried to enter the Ministry of Magic to steal the weapon for Voldemort - but he was caught and sent to Azkaban. ”

"Now Lockwood has told Voldemort how to get that weapon?" Van Lin asked suspiciously, if it was the method of obtaining the Prophecy Orb, then how did Lockwood know.

"I didn't hear all the conversations, and that sounded yes. Harry said, "Lockwood used to work there, maybe Voldemort told him to steal?"

"That's how it should be, so ......" Ron hesitated, "There are more Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic than I thought......"

"Don't say it to anyone else, Harry. Van Lin said, "This matter is rotten in the stomach, and I will inform the Order of the Phoenix for the rest of the matter." ”

"Do you want a Voldemort contact?" Harry asked, "what ......if that happens?"

"You should know, Harry, under Voldemort's hands, neither you nor I have any room to fight back, not dying is already the luckiest thing, I will tell Dumbledore about this......"

"Wait, it's not like that. Harry said, "Voldemort is much more terrifying now, and I feel more ...... than when he was first resurrected."

"What's more?" Van Lin's heart jumped, "What's that?"

"I don't know......" Harry closed his eyes, trying to remember what Voldemort had said.

He said...... Before those Bloodlines complete their mission...... He also ...... He needs the help of that Death Eater......"

"Bloodline, work? What's that, do you feel anything?"

"Cold...... "Harry's recollection," Harry recalled, "lifeless, like dead, that feeling, like Voldemort, but not with Voldemort......"

Van Lin's heart sank, this is Voldemort's harvest?

Van Lin had experienced that feeling for sure, and there was no doubt that this power would have had a fatal attraction to Voldemort.

Regarding the Grim Reaper, what Voldemort is doing now is trying to manipulate death?

It seems that he and Dumbledore drove Voldemort down a more dangerous path, and the fear of death turned into a pursuit of the power of death?

"That's a kind of ...... Strength ......," Harry said uncertainly, "it felt like it was coming out of my body, but it felt weird......"

"Not enough fusion," said Van Lin, "perhaps some unknown means of Voldemort, like the ...... of the Dark Arts"

"But it's much scarier than the dark magic itself. Harry said anxiously, "Or is it all under the control of the Order of the Phoenix, and you are on guard against it?"

"Precautions?" Van Lin thought for Dumbledore, "maybe, but that's not something we should worry about, Harry, what you need now is to forget about it as much as possible, or Professor Snape won't let you go." ”

"You mean Occlumency," Harry said, "it doesn't work, I ...... instead"

"No, it's different, Harry. Van Lin shook his head and said, "With Occlumency, you can reduce Voldemort's perception of you and experience his emotions silently, do you think that is more advantageous?"

"Master it ......"

"So, until then, Harry, please don't think about anything. Van Lin said.

"I'll do my best. "But I'm not sure if I can. ”

"You should believe in yourself as much as we believe in you. ”

"Trust me?"

In fact, even Harry himself didn't believe in himself, he had practiced long enough that it was probably the worst spell he'd ever learned.

Thankfully, with the help of Van Lin, all the troubles from Voldemort were gone, and if it weren't for the faintly painful scar that reminded Harry, Harry would have thought that the cold figure had never appeared in his mind.

However, the lull didn't last long, and the next day, Harry was still in the dark basement to be instructed in Snape's personal Occlumency technique.

This was probably the last thing Harry wanted to do other than Umbridge's confinement.