The muffled discussion faded away, and the Death Eaters stepped out of the way, revealing a stocky-looking figure standing at the end.

Voldemort's slender red eyes stared at the figure for a moment, and then he said softly:

Dolores Umbridge. Former Deputy Minister of Magic. After being used, he suffered a shameful betrayal."

Umbridge choked up in a low voice:

"Yes, yes, master. So when your servant opens the cage, I am determined to serve you with all that I have.

You're the one in the world worth following. ”

"Well, well, some people always say nice things, like my cunning servant Lucius.

This is the time when he is needed the most, but it doesn't matter if he disappears, no one can escape the punishment of betraying me!

Umbridge, my new servant, I want you to offer me your allegiance, as you say. ”

It seemed to make Voldemort a little tired after saying such a long word, and he gasped, and Bella immediately rubbed it forward and pulled out a small bottle containing a milky white liquid.

Carefully fed to Voldemort.

After drinking the disgusting potion, Voldemort regained a little strength:

"Tell me about it."

"Yes, my master." Umbridge cleared his throat nervously before speaking in a shrill voice:

"Thanks to all the positions I've held in the Ministry of Magic, I know something very secret.

For example, Harry Potter's residence in the Muggle world"

"But it's useless, it's heavily guarded."

One of the Death Eaters couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Umbridge shook twice, her head lowering more and more:

"Lord Master, did you know"

Voldemort let out a shrill laugh:

"Of course I knew—I wanted to kill him the night I lost my magic and my body.

His mother died trying to save him—inadvertently giving him some kind of protection, which I admit I didn't expect...... I can't touch the boy. ”

The Death Eaters didn't say anything, they already knew what had happened when they found Voldemort.

Voldemort went on to say:

"That Muggle-loving idiot - Dumbledore has designed a protection scheme.

He used an ancient magic to ensure that the boy would be protected as long as he was in the care of his loved ones. ”

A hint of greed flashed in his scarlet eyes, a hint of malice:

"So I need that boy's blood to be reborn, so that the protection that the stupid woman gave will remain in me as well.

I'll let that fool smash himself in the foot with remorse, and what he thinks, invincible love, runs in Voldemort's blood."

Voldemort let out a hoarse laugh when he finally got tired.

Umbridge Wizards whispered:

"The host. My thought was, why not try that Muggle woman's blood?

That bloodline magic flowed through the Muggle woman's body as well.

Even if it doesn't work, just kill the woman.

Harry Potter is gone—all of his blood relatives have been lost, and that protection will automatically disappear.

You're coming back! ”

After saying that, Umbridge lowered her head and waited anxiously for Voldemort's response.

"Interesting idea - very interesting, looks like I'm underestimating you, Dolores."

There seemed to be a flash of excitement on Voldemort's face:

"Anyway, how do you get that Muggle woman out?"

Umbridge clenched her fists and explained her plan:

"Master, although there is a lot of magic protection, it does not restrict the freedom of that Muggle family.

As long as we don't use magic, but use the Muggle way to put her"

"The Muggle way? How dare you allow the great Dark Lord to use the mean, dirty Muggle ways? ”

A Death Eater roared loudly, as if he had heard something unforgivable.

The other Death Eaters also clamored, staring at Umbridge with unkind expressions, and some even pulling out their wands.

Umbridge trembled even more, and she fell to her knees with a 'poof', begging Voldemort for forgiveness.

"Shut up!"

The scene was silent, and the Death Eaters hurriedly bowed in Voldemort's direction and closed their mouths deadly.

"Go on, Dolores."

Umbridge didn't expect Voldemort to say that, and she paused for a moment before continuing in a trembling voice.

"As long as we trick her out in Muggle-Muggle ways, let the master try, and even use her to attract her Muggle husband and Muggle son before killing her.

and Harry Potter

As long as the master can be resurrected, what if Dumbledore comes in person?

The master is the most powerful wizard! ”

A poisonous plan to kill three birds with one stone!

With that, Umbridge slammed her head to the ground, her heart beating wildly, waiting for Voldemort's response.

Then she heard Voldemort's reply:

"Not bad idea Dolores, I've seen your loyalty, carry this plan forward.

You'll get the reward you've always dreamed of, what about the position of the future Minister of Magic? ”

Umbridge let out a sobbing sound as loud as a cornet, choked with joy and words of gratitude and loyalty.

When Voldemort finally got tired of hearing it, he cautiously got up, ignoring the envious and jealous gazes of those around him.

The hideous and terrifying face was hidden under the mask.

Fudge, you wait, everything I have lost, and the humiliation I have suffered, will be returned to you in double as much!

Finally, Voldemort looked at the only hooded voice who did not speak:

"You're going to get what you want. You have just pledged your allegiance to me, but you have become much more loyal than those who claim to be my servants.

No one knows more about curses than I do. ”

The hooded man bent over:

"Thank you, my master."

"Whew~! Call~! ”

Harry lay upright on the bed, gasping for air.

He woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed to his forehead.

The lightning-shaped scar ached so hotly that it was as if someone had pressed a red-hot soldering iron against his skin.

He sat up, one hand covering his scar, the other fumbling in the darkness for his glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom slowly became clearer, and the light from the street lamp outside the window shrouded the bedroom in a hazy orange-red soft light through the curtains.

It was then that Harry realized that his body was soaked with sweat, and his pajamas were stuck to his body.

He turned on the lamp beside him, rolled over and got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, found a brand new pajamas, and looked into the mirror on the inside of the cabinet door.

In the mirror, a skinny fourteen-year-old boy was looking at him, a pair of green, bewildered eyes beneath his unkempt black hair.

The scar wasn't anything unusual, but it still hurt badly.

Lying back on the bed, Harry began to try to remember the dream he had just had.

Everything is so realistic, it's a dense forest, and those hooded people are escaped Death Eaters?

Harry only remembered that Voldemort seemed to be very happy, as if he had planned something successful.

Thinking of this, Harry's heart suddenly tightened, is he going to come back?

But the content of this dream was so long that he couldn't remember many things at all.

Maybe I should ask my friends?

Harry's mind was immediately filled with Hermione's fuss.

"Your scars hurt?

Harry, that's no ordinary thing...... We have to tell Dumbledore!

I'm going to look up Common Magical Pains...... Maybe the book will talk about Spell Scars......"

Harry chuckled under his breath, Hermione would have suggested it, she was so clever that she had even figured out the location of the Chamber of Secrets in a short time in her second year.

This made Dumbledore marvel and say, 'You remember the name'.

So should you tell the principal?

Professor Dumbledore seems to have been busy, but the question is how to write this letter?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar hurts this morning.

Your faithful Harry Potter

It's ridiculous, don't write down these words, it's ridiculous to think about them in your head.

Harry immediately rejected the idea.

He tried to imagine the reaction of his other best friend, Ron Weasley.

Ron scratched his red hair, his freckled face with a dazed and confused expression.

"Your scars hurt? But...... But there's no way the mysterious man can approach you now, can he?

I mean...... You know that, right?

I don't know, Harry, maybe the spell scar always hurts a little...... Maybe we should ask Zhang? ”

Sheet? What would Zhang Hui say?

Zhang Xiao's faint smile appeared in front of Harry's eyes again, and he would listen quietly to what he had to say, with a contemplative expression.

Finally, tell yourself seriously:

"Don't worry, Harry, I'm here, I think it's probably Voldemort having some kind of connection with you through this scar.

Gives you a peek into something. Man, I'm here, don't hesitate to come to me if you have any questions. ”

Yes, yes, this is Zhang, he is always so calm and very trustworthy.

Even Sirius had been rescued because of him, and Harry was glad he had chosen that carriage in the first place.

If it's Malfoy————

Harry shuddered suddenly, and snorted twice, what a bad luck, why do I think of him!

But Malfoy's haughty face lingered in Harry's mind, and Malfoy said with a wicked smile:

"Oh? Hurt your scars? That's great, I mean unfortunate.

Maybe I should give you a powerful scar removal potion for my Christmas present this year? ”

Nasty Malfoy! He'll say that!

Obviously a good person, why do you have to have a mouth?

Harry thought indignantly, rubbing his knuckles against the scar.

Actually, what he really needed (and a bit of a shame for him to admit it) was a person like his parents.

An adult wizard to whom Harry could ask for advice without feeling like he was stupid, who should care about him and know how to deal with the dark arts......

The answer was so simple, so obvious, he couldn't believe he had thought about it for so long, even that nasty Malfoy.

That man is Sirius!

Harry jumped out of bed and hurried across the room to the bedroom opposite, knocking on the bedroom door.

Almost a few seconds later, Sirius appeared in the doorway in his silk pajamas and rubbing his eyes.

"Harry, is it already morning? Sorry, I woke up a little late today and forgot to make you breakfast-"

Yes, since living with Sirius, his godfather seems to want to make up for the missing decade.

He wanted to make up for everything, and even insisted on getting up early every day to make breakfast for Harry - no magic!

Harry felt his eyes moisten a little, and he shook his head and told Sirius his question.

Blake listened for only a moment before his sleepy look disappeared, and his expression became serious.

Listening attentively and attentively to Harry's story, like a father.

No, he was a father, and Harry felt like his heart was full.

Sirius listened and fell into deep thought, this was obviously wrong, Harry's mind seemed to be connected to Voldemort's?

If Harry could see Voldemort, could Voldemort see him?

Then he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him:

"Blake can't contact me if there's something.

I suggest you go and ask Zhang's opinion. ”

"Zhang? Is it that strange but very kind kid in prison?

Dumbledore, he was a very good, very kind little wizard - but he was still a child. ”

Blake still remembered Dumbledore looking at him with azure eyes, and said seriously and seriously:

"No, Blake's kid is different, he has far more wisdom and power than you think.

Even I sometimes take his advice on board.

And Zhang - trustworthy. ”

Thinking of this, Sirius took a keen note, and he looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Harry, it's almost time, you don't have to worry about that, today is the day to make an appointment to go to Diagon Alley.

Why don't you pack up and let's have breakfast and leave? ”

Harry reacted, and his heart was filled with joy and anticipation.

Today is the day to see your friends again!

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

The 9,000-word three changes are over, Kavinka's pain is unbearable, forgive me.

Thanks to the fact that the readers were too strong last month, the monthly pass is currently owed 5 more.

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