Hagrid's smile froze suddenly, "Why?" ”

"Because Hogwarts is going to be renovated," Owen had to give Dumbledore's excuse.

"But—" Hagrid's face changed several times, and he said with a sincere frustration, "no one informed me." ”

"It was decided this morning, and you just happened to be away." Owen said again.

"This" Hagrid froze, obviously not expecting such a situation to happen. He looked at Hermione and Owen with a look of loss and helplessness in his eyes.

"Okay, okay." He sighed, "It's good that someone is with me for Christmas this year." The tree is still a little useful, but it finally has a bit of a festive atmosphere, and now it is gone. ”

"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest? Don't go deep into the Forbidden Forest lately—uh—that, he'll be very irritable when he's woken up. It's a little too cold. Hagrid dragged the tree, and turned back with some helplessness.

It seems that he was planning to plant this fir tree in front of his house.

"No, we'll only be on the edge of the Forbidden Forest."

Of course, the two knew who Hagrid was referring to by 'he'.

It was Hagrid's younger brother from Giant's Island, the giant.

While everyone complained about Hagrid keeping a giant in captivity in the Forbidden Forest, what else could they say? It was his brother after all, and they really couldn't do anything better.

The three of them walked towards the hut together.

In front of the door of his room, the two separated, and Owen found a little on a relatively high mound, and if anyone came from the Forbidden Forest, they would definitely be able to see them.

At this moment, the light snow in the sky is heavier.

The wind was blowing.

Hermione had come closer.

Not far away, Hagrid took a shovel from the house, then found a suitable corner and began to dig the earth.

It's not easy.

The earth was frozen hard, and even he didn't dig much with the strength of a giant.

It took more than ten minutes for him to barely dig a pit about two feet deep.

And at this moment, there was a sudden strange sound in the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

It was the sound of leaves being scratched by something and then snow falling to the ground.

He and Hermione looked up, and saw a cloud of silver light rapidly approaching them.

Hermione subconsciously took out her wand.

It wasn't until the ball of light flew closer that she noticed that it seemed to be someone's patronus.

"Don't let Lucius deliver the news anymore, he's simply not reliable. That wallgrass. ”

The silver ball of light hovered in the air, and then a snake crawled out of it, spitting out a letter.

"What? You wouldn't be stupid enough to go to him personally. Owen teased.

"Hmph—unless I'm an idiot." Bellatrix Lestrange's voice came from the orb of light. She was a little flustered and a little impatient, and it seemed that going to the appointment had brought her a lot of pressure. "He just put the information in a specific place, and I'll get it later."

"It's smart, but how can I contact you without Lucius?" Owen said, "I can't just send a letter to Tom!" ”

His words caused the other party to fall into a brief pause.

It's true – there isn't a secure and effective channel of communication between them.

She seemed to be thinking before she spoke, "The Black family has a house elf named Kreacher. Use it to contact me, the Dark Lord never cares about these beasts. ”

"No problem!" Owen said decisively.

This is not a difficult task, Kreacher is also loyal to them, and the only variable may be Malfoy's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

She also has control over Kreacher, though the elves are firm in principle about keeping secrets.

But Narcissa Malfoy knew Kreacher after all and might notice something unusual.

But at the moment, I can't take care of so much, how can there be any absolute safety, and some hidden dangers are inevitable.

"Okay, now let's get down to business and find me something." The voice from the Patronus paused, then spoke.

Owen didn't prepare to play dumb riddles with her, and asked directly, "Last night, did Voldemort send someone to infiltrate the Department of Mysteries, and he wanted to steal a prophecy ball?" ”

"How do you know?" The other party looked surprised, and then affirmed: "That's right, but it's not stealing—it's taking, and the Ministry of Magic should have been ready for a long time." ”

"Guilty?" Owen frowned, then asked, "Did he get it?" Who should be inside? There were also people who died in the process. ”

"Of course I got it, as for Neiying, an obscure fool, the reticule Broderick Bodø. We designed him to clash with the vampire.

Sure enough, the vampire, who had long been occupied by black magic, was angry and killed him directly. This is exactly what we planned, otherwise the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have noticed that we were missing something. ”

"Wait? Is Broderick Bode guilty? Did you plan it? What do you mean? Owen wondered.

"We can't disobey the Dark Lord's orders, but we can make stumbling blocks. But—I will say, it wasn't my plan. Bellatrix Lestrange said sharply, and it was clear that she certainly didn't have a good relationship with the people behind the project.

"That Broderick is a fool - no - a lunatic, he claims that his wife is trapped in the past because of time travel, but in fact, he has never had a wife, he has never been married, his wife has never existed, neither this person nor her family, but he is stubborn in believing that the false wife ever existed, and constantly applying to the Ministry of Magic for greater experiments with time magic.

The Ministry of Magic refused, and he became more and more insane.

Eventually, he caught the attention of one of the Pretenders, and he was able to contact the Dark Lord. ”

"[Pretender]? The Dark Lord? Owen looked pensive.

On the other hand, Bella didn't explain much, but continued the story about Broderick, "That guy claimed that the Ministry of Magic had an 'extremely powerful time magic item' that he could steal and give to the Dark Lord. ”

She made no secret of her dislike for the man, and her tone was full of contempt.

Obviously, Bella Strange didn't believe in the so-called time magic items.

And rightfully so—when she was at Hogwarts, she probably hadn't heard of the Time Turner at all.

As for Voldemort?

Owen wasn't so convinced.

But he knew for sure that Dumbledore would never ask for a time turner for him.

So whether he understands time magic or not, it's still unknown.

But in any case, this is a terrible piece of information.

Dumbledore must be informed quickly.

The time-turner must not be left in Voldemort's hands, otherwise it will be quite troublesome to deal with him in the future.

As for that Broderick Bodø - it's possible that what he said is true.

The Division of Mysteries has such a precedent.

In 1899, Eloise, a silent man in the Department of Mysteries, used a time turner to travel back in time during an experiment, but died because it took more than a few hours.

In experiments to return to the past, Eloise was trapped in 1402 for up to five days.

When she finally returned to the present, her body had grown five centuries in age and suffered irreparable damage, eventually dying at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Her travels changed the trajectory of the lives of all the people she met in the past, with at least 25 descendants disappearing from the modern era and becoming "never born" (as she recounts).

Eventually, within days of Ms. Mintab's discovery, there were warning signs that time itself had been disrupted by this serious violation of the law.

The first Tuesday after her reappearance lasted two and a half days, while Thursday was only four hours.

The Ministry of Magic has been in trouble trying to cover it up, and since then, it has enacted the strictest laws and penalties for those who study time travel.

Owen didn't know exactly how the Ministry of Magic measured time.

What exactly does the so-called Tuesday last two and a half days, and Thursday is only four hours?

Unless in this world time is not an abstract concept, but a physical energy or something.

It can be reduced or increased, resulting in a decrease or increase in time.

In short, there are too many secrets in the wizarding world, and he has limited energy and does not know them all.

A normal time turner can only go back about five hours, so it's not too harmful, but the one that can go back centuries is too important.

On the other side, Hermione frowned similarly.

As a user of a time converter.

She knew all too well the disastrous consequences that such a magic prop could cause.

If Voldemort had been given that kind of thing, she couldn't imagine how serious the consequences would be.

Maddened, he might go back in time and kill Harry, who was not yet born?

In this way, you can avoid your own failures.

Or kill young Dumbledore?

There are so many possibilities and disasters that arise.

It has to be nerve-wracking.

And just as the two were pondering.

On the other side, Bella's voice was still coming.

"His presence made it difficult for us to move, and many of our plans were put on hold, so we had to use it to kill him." She said coldly.

At this moment, it was as if she had returned to the state of the female devil in the past.

"Oh-I think there's still your companion in the Ministry of Magic?" Owen squinted at the serpentine Patronus.

The current Bellatrix Lestrange really doesn't hide the fact that she betrayed the current Dark Lord, you must know that she will cover it up in the past.

She should have had an in-depth exchange with sixteen-year-old Tom recently.

The whole person is more inclined to young Tom.

In the face of Owen's question, Bella directly chose to remain silent, which can be regarded as an admission in disguise.

"That's right, the prophecy ball now. The Department of Mysteries has kept countless prophecies for hundreds of years, how did you find the right one, you know, only those involved in the prophecy can take the prophecy ball from the shelves of the Department of Mysteries without being delirious. ”

"That vampire you're talking about - how did he get it?" Owen asked again.

"Horcruxes." The voice in the Patronus said bluntly, "He holds a Dark Lord Horcrux. ”

"Horcruxes?" He pressed his right hand to his chin and pondered.

Nearly all of Voldemort's Horcruxes are now wiped out - except for the diary.

The only thing he had left was - the Gaunt ring?

The one with the Resurrection Stone?

Speaking of which, the third-year Auror launched a raid on the old mansion of the Voldemort Gaunt family, which has been destroyed.

So Dumbledore didn't find the Horcrux from it.

Was it taken by Voldemort in advance?

"However, I had already switched before he got the prophecy ball." Bella paused for a moment before speaking.

"You've switched?" Owen looked at the serpentine Patronus in front of him with some surprise.

He had an inexplicable feeling that Bella desperately wanted the current Voldemort to die as soon as possible?

"How did you find it?"

"The real Dark Lord can be found!" "He wanted to know why the great Voldemort was defeated by a baby." ”

"So-"

Hearing Bella say this, Owen understood everything in an instant.

Sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle returned to Bella's first thing to do was to find out how she had lost to a baby, so she was ordered to find the prophecy orb, and with the help of Tom's soul, Bella easily found the prophecy orb from the mysterious division that had been infiltrated into a sieve and unilaterally opened to the Death Eaters.

Even Owen can deduce that it was Bella who told the teenage Tom about the prophecy ball, because that's exactly what the older Tom was looking for.

"What about the real Prophecy Ball?" Owen asked.

"He ruined it when he saw it." Bella replied. "Then I made a fake one, tampered with the content and put it back in its place."

"Yes—it's Mission Impossible!" Owen breathed a sigh of relief for Harry, but on the other hand, he was uncomfortable with the rapid split within the Death Eaters.

Why are you moving faster than we are now?

I want to kill Voldemort in every possible way, right?

It's clear that there are people within the Ministry of Magic who are now Death Eaters—if not many—who have completely fallen in favor of the young Tom Riddle.

Although Owen didn't know what kind of means this senior used to fool so many people so quickly.

You know—that's just sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle, not the adult Tom who has traveled all over the world and is dressed in dark magic.

How could he be able to do that?

Is it a tiger skin?

Using the current elderly Voldemort as a shield, the fox is a fake tiger?

But Death Eaters aren't all fools, so how can they not see how much a Hogwarts wizard can do?

Of course - he excludes himself here.

Unless—and Owen had an idea—the journal had been in Dumbledore's possession for two years!

Two years!

Hell knows what the old headmaster had transformed that sixteen-year-old Tom into.

Overall, though, it was a great thing for them to see the Death Eaters divide.

As for how many good people are still within the Ministry of Magic.

Forget it!

This institution is already rotten to the bone, so let's overthrow it and start anew.

"Okay, you're doing it!" Owen said lightly.

The little snake confided in the snake letter and responded, "In a few days, Kreacher will give you a list of people." ”

"Oh! Who? "Owen came interested.

"The Dark Lord's pawns, in your words, are all Pretenders. That list - don't arrest them right away, or you'll be exposed. ”

"[Pretender]? Can Voldemort still make [Pretenders]? ”

"Before, I couldn't, but now I can." The little snake paused, and said, "He's not a human at all now, monster?" No—it's worse than that, and his punishment is for him to swallow the Root of Death. ”

"What's that?" Owen asked curiously.

"A plant, a plant with a fleshy appearance, like a mass of minced flesh, you've seen, the top of the Azkaban Tower that was meant to be stuffed into your mouths."

"After eating the [Dead Root], the wizard will turn into a monster in human skin, and will only obey his orders, and even his soul will not be able to escape."

Owen clearly felt the fear coming from the snake in front of him, and his body trembled slightly.

"Do you have a cure?" After a few moments, she asked.

"Of course." Owen nodded, the so-called [Dead Root] should be the name of the kind of parasitic flesh monster they had seen before. "As long as it's not an immediate change."

"Okay—" The Patronus said in a very crisp voice, as if she was going to say something.

But at this moment, the silver light became fluttering, "He's calling me, I'm leaving." ”

With that, the patron saint in front of him suddenly turned into a cloud of silver light and disappeared.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Owen muttered to himself.

Under Voldemort's pressure, the Death Eaters had a hard time.

No wonder so many people chose to betray him.

Then he turned around and led Hermione to return to the castle.

Walk down the hill.

Hagrid was holding a bucket of water, watering the fir tree that had just been buried in the ground.

The pale green liquid seeps into the roots.

That's not simple water.

Rather, it is a plant growth agent.

Professor Sprout.

"Hi - who were you guys talking to?" Hagrid beckoned them.

"The head of a certain resistance." Owen said with a little teasing.

"Resistance?" Hagrid looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing?" ”

He didn't know much. I thought Owen was joking with him, "Forget it - you guys go back to the castle as soon as possible, don't wander around the Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade has seen a lot of people in Hogsmeade recently, causing poachers to sneak in from time to time." ”

"Got it." Hermione answered.

They really didn't intend to stay.

Dumbledore should be informed of the information he had just received.

Especially about the intelligence of the time turner.

On the way back, they quickened a little. But it's not going anywhere sooner.

The snow is deep and slippery, how can you go fast?

On the way, Hermione kept recalling Bella's attitude.

From her point of view, the woman, who had previously been known as Voldemort's most faithful servant, had been so surprised by her attitude that she had changed so quickly.

The speed made her a little worried.

"Did she change her attitude too quickly? Could there be some conspiracy? ”

On the covered bridge, Hermione finally asked.

"Well—maybe, but it's unlikely." Owen responded, "The Unbreakable Curse will bind her from breaking her oath. ”

"Of course—the unbreakable spell is of little use to a smart person, like the law—no matter how detailed the rules are, someone will always be able to exploit its loopholes."

Walking into the courtyard, their steps are much faster.

"But this time someone should be helping, so there's a good chance she won't deceive us."

"Help?" Hermione turned her head to look at him.

"It's Voldemort." Owen said, "Back then, fresh out of Hogwarts, Senior Tom gathered a large number of people by virtue of his eloquence and evil personality.

But for an organization to really make waves, it needs to have the support of at least one class.

He deliberately chose the idea of being a pureblood, which may have something to do with his Salazar bloodline.

He considers his bloodline to be the most noble.

In short, because of the pure-blood supremacy he promoted, he was immediately supported by the pure-bloods who had long been squeezed by half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards. ”

Owen continued, "Of the twenty-eight pure-blood holy families, only a few families, such as Hannah's Abbot family, have not been in the same league as Voldemort because they have been Hufflepuffs for generations.

Half of Ernie's McMillan family is also Hufflepuff.

There are also Weasleys who have been made traitors by purebloods.

In addition to this, his doctrine is supported by almost every other pure-blood family.

Because of this, Voldemort was able to rise to prominence and become a force that could stand up to the Ministry of Magic and the Federation. ”

"Of course - supporting you, naturally, is to get something in return, like the Malfoys, who are very straightforward, they hope that Voldemort will pass several bills in their favor when he comes to power, such as hunting Muggles and the like."

"Oh my God!" Hermione let out an exclamation, it was the first time she had known of such a request from the Malfoy family.

Consider that her parents had met Lucius before.

It's creepy.

"Voldemort doesn't care about pure-bloods, he only cares about himself and eternal life. He used to disguise himself, but now," Owen paused, his expression becoming colder.

"Ever since he colluded with the Outer Gods, he has become less and less human. It's impossible to tell what the hell was inside that humanoid creature in snake skin?

It may be the same as the priest we saw in Egypt, just a twisted mass of flesh.

In the face of such a 'master'.

Of course, the pure-blood wizard class will also rebel.

They want an agent who can represent their own interests, not a monster with a knife on their head at all times. ”

Hearing this, Hermione understood, "So—the split of the Death Eaters is inevitable. Or that defection is inevitable, and that they would even like to see Voldemort's demise more than we do. It's just that Voldemort's powerful magic now intimidates them, otherwise they would have been scattered a long time ago? ”

"Clever."

Owen added, "As an organization, the Death Eaters don't even have a number two, which is very telling, the cohesion of the organization is all on Voldemort, and if he falls, the Death Eaters will immediately fall apart, just like fifteen years ago."

Now, there are more and more people secretly rebelling against Voldemort, and no one wants to stand side by side with a monster, which is definitely a great thing for us, and our power is not increasing, but it is strong. ”

(End of chapter)