"Enough, I don't want to hear any more explanations!"

Voldemort roared in rage, and Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground, was sent flying.

He coughed and got up, continuing to kneel on the ground: "My master, every one of our actions in the past month has been carefully planned, but each time it will be blocked by the Aurors on the spot. ”

"O not a crime of war, master!"

Voldemort coughed twice, a month ago he relied on the god's body to carry a non-lethal spell from Dumbledore, who knew that it was Dumbledore's trap, he suffered internal injuries on the spot.

Fortunately, in another month, he will be able to recover his health. In order to speed up his recovery and increase his strength, he sent a large number of Death Eaters to attack everywhere, trying to spread fear and make him restless.

But this group of waste is blocked every time, and now the Aurors seem to know that Voldemort can sense the location of his men, and they will not take people away, and you will save them, but to do it is to inflict heavy damage on the Death Eaters.

If it weren't for the fact that the Aurors still followed the tradition of not using the Death Curse, the Death Eaters would have been dead by now.

Every day, Malfoy's manor was filled with wounded soldiers. Snape went around saving people with a cold face, and he was going to Voldemort in two days to hand over a list of potions consumables.

I just don't have any money yet.

Voldemort felt that things were not going well, and it seemed that an invisible opponent had already set a trap for the Dark Lord to struggle within.

"Lucius, get out!" He pinched the armrest of the chair and said, "Call Severus in." ”

Lucius staggered out of the room, and Snape entered, bowing slightly.

"Master, what do you command?"

"Severus, our operations have been hampered a lot lately." Voldemort stared at Snape.

"But time is on our side, and these are only temporary difficulties."

"Heh, but some people may not think so." Voldemort leaned forward and said, "There are inner demons in the Death Eaters. ”

Snape looked up, frowning at Voldemort.

"Master, I don't think it's a good time to do an internal inventory."

"You also think that behind these failures, there are internal ghosts who betray us again, don't you?"

Snape's face was expressionless, but the meaning was clear.

"I'll leave that to you, Severus. I give you permission to use any method you can to find this inner ghost. Voldemort said, "It's okay to fake a mission, and it's okay to take a dementor." ”

"What about the scope of suspicion?"

"Everyone."

Snape turned to take his leave, and Voldemort waited a moment before calling his most loyal servant, Bellatrix.

"There must be an inner ghost, I will help you find him out and torture him to death!" Bella looked at Voldemort's snake face feverishly, "I think Snape is very suspicious, obviously at Hogwarts, for so many years..."

"Alright, Bella."

Voldemort reached out and stroked Bella's face, and Bella trembled with excitement.

"Snape has also been tasked with Chane, don't interfere with him, but don't let him find out that you're also in Chane."

Bella nodded, it meant that she was Voldemort's most trusted person, which made her extremely honored.

Harry woke up jerk on the bed, frowning and his eyes back to the bridge of his nose.

He dreamed of Voldemort reprimanding his men again, and the picture was blurry, but the burning anger was clearly conveyed.

Before the holiday, Dumbledore vaguely told Harry that there was a subtle connection between him and Voldemort, which had been reinforced by the use of Harry's blood when Voldemort was resurrected.

Originally, after Voldemort bypassed Harry and returned to the throne, Harry no longer had nightmares. But now, it's back to square one.

When he first saw Snape standing in front of Voldemort in a black robe, Harry was immediately startled awake and ran barefoot to Carno's house in the middle of the night to find Sirius to explain the situation.

Sirius also made his way back to Hogwarts, and when they entered the Headmaster's office, they saw Snape sitting across from Dumbledore.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked flatly.

Harry looked at Snape, not knowing how to speak.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and Snape got up and walked out of the Headmaster's room. Sirius looked at Dumbledore and didn't say anything.

"I know what you're seeing, but I trust Snape." Dumbledore didn't explain anything, "It's getting late, go back to sleep." ”

"And, Harry." He paused, "You need to learn Occlumency, try to keep Voldemort out of your mind." ”

"There's nothing wrong with it now, I can get a lot of information without even knowing it." Harry said.

This time Sirius objected: "Harry, do you think Voldemort will never notice that you are in his head?" ”

Harry was not a fool and shook his head.

"Do you think if he sets you up with a vision, you can tell the difference?"

Faced with Sirius's second question, Harry could only smile wryly.

"Well, I'll study hard. But who has the time to guide me? ”

Sirius shook his head, "I don't know how to use Occlumency, Dumbledore can teach you." ”

Dumbledore gave a subtle expression, "Harry, I'm the only one who can fight Voldemort right now, and I don't think it's a wise choice for me to reach out to your deep spirit at this time." ”

Harry thought of the scene where Voldemort and Dumbledore's mental powers met in his mind, and inexplicably thought of the crushed watermelon, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"It's urgent to learn Occlumency, and I'll find a suitable professor to guide you." Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said, "But you need to be calm, don't see him draw his wand." ”

Harry inexplicably agreed, and although he had studied Defence Against the Dark Arts with Moody for a year, he hadn't learned his overly nervousness.

However, when the gray-haired, meticulously dressed old man showed up at Harry's door the next day, he literally almost pulled out his wand.

"Hello, Harry. Porter. I'm Barty. Crouch, your Occlumency teacher, is also your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for the next year. ”

Crouch Sr. introduced himself to Harry and nodded at his aunt and uncle.

Harry gasped twice, trying to distinguish the Death Eater Crouch Jr. from his father that night.

The elder Crouch has been in a high position for many years, does not smile, and with this senior manager-like dress, he is completely an old social elite.

And little Crouch always has a crazy smile on his face, and at first glance he is an anti-social element.

"You... Are you a wizard too? Vernon asked, shuddering.

"Yes, I don't expect you two to understand what Mr. Potter and I are talking about, but I hope you don't peep or make any noise while we practice magic." Old Crouch said coldly.

Vernon nodded busily, and Crouch Sr.'s aura completely calmed him, reminding him of a range of objects ranging from parking tickets to court flyers.

Crouch Sr. nodded, and turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter, let's go." ”

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