Harry's emerald green eyes were empty and confused, his mind was blank and warm, and he felt as if he were lying in a white cloud as soft and comfortable as a white cloud.

There was always a soft voice in his ear telling him what to do.

With a stiff smile on his face, Harry stepped out of the tent and walked through the streets of Hogsmeade.

Beyond the heavy iron door, there was a lavishly decorated room, except for the delicate sofa and coffee table in the living room.

The most conspicuous thing is the magnificent fireplace inlaid in the hall, which is not like a stove but like a sealed door.

Harry smirked and walked into the fireplace, grabbing the shiny powder from the silver bowl next to the fireplace and tossing it at his feet.

With a snort, green flames burst out from under his feet, enveloping him in his whole body.

"Church ——!"

The green flames roared into a horrible vortex, and Harry's figure vanished in an instant.

"Jingle bell——! Jingle Bell ——! ”

Ministry of Magic, Floo Network Administration

Mrs. Ekmo jerked her head up, and a brass bell was ringing desperately, indicating that an illegal fireplace was being transferred.

She looked at a self-running typewriter not far away, tuk tuk tuk on the keyboard.

In a moment a note spat out of the mouth, and Mrs. Ekmo picked it up and looked at it, and her face immediately became serious.

She deftly walked through the busy office with a note, and a poor colleague was pressing a brass earpiece to her ear.

He's in charge of eavesdropping on Floo communications, but recently it's a group of Indian wizards who have been chatting with Floo.com, and God knows where they learned their English, and they can't tell the smell.

The listener was in great pain, and what was even more terrible was that Mrs. Ekmo greeted him yesterday, and what he said took on that smell!

Taking care not to make a sound, Ekmo quietly bypassed him and took the note to the emergency communications office at the door:

"Mr. Minister, I have just detected an unauthorized fireplace connected to the 'Pureblood House', and it is also worth noting that this fireplace was activated from Hogsmeade-

I think this should be a serious offense. ”

On the other side of the earpiece, Fudge stood aside, with a silly smile similar to Harry's on his face, and said slightly stiffly:

"Ignore it, it's an envoy from the Ministry of Magic conducting a secret operation"

"Envoy? Covert operations? Ekmo furrowed his eyebrows, this was not in line with the process and rules.

"Yes, it's confidential, you don't need to know, or are you questioning the minister's orders?"

The last sentence may have awakened Fudge's instincts, but it was quite fluent, full of the 'majesty' of the minister.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I see." Mrs. Ecmo's sense of responsibility was now exhausted, and it was only enough for her to make her own opinion once.

She ended the call, stared at the note in her hand for a moment, shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Ministry of Magic Rules—what's the matter with me?"

A small flame suddenly ignited on the note, and she let go of her hand, watching it slowly turn to ashes.

Greengrass sat leisurely in the chair that belonged to Fudge, while Fudge lowered his hands and stood respectfully, still with that happy, silly smile on his face.

It feels pretty good to control the Minister of Magic with the Imperius Curse.

Unfortunately, it won't last long, unless the Ministry of Magic is in fact in the hands of its master.

Greengrass lamented that the Ministry of Magic was not stupid, and it had a lot of safeguards to ensure that the Minister of Magic was not controlled.

The reason for this setup is that the power of the minister is so great that there are few things that can be checked, except that the Wizengamot can barely balance it.

The Ministry of Magic is simply a minister's word, and you can issue many outrageous decrees if you want, such as forcibly appointing the headmaster of Hogwarts, prohibiting young wizards from gathering, etc.

Greengrass waved his wand, and Fudge immediately picked up his wicked bird quill, and wrote smoothly on fine parchment:

"The Minister has ordered the Aurors Department to be forbidden to travel to Hogsmeade and to participate in any of the activities of the Dumbledore Order. Let the reporter of the Daily Prophet come over, and the minister will make an important speech! ”

Tsk tsk. Greengrass smacked his lips, writing like this, I just don't know if those Aurors will be obedient.

Although the minister has a lot of power, no matter how big it is, if others don't listen to you, then there is no way.

Greengrass turned that ministerial order into a paper airplane and flew it out, so . And then there's the last thing.

"Department of Mysteries, I'm Cornelius Fudge, delivering the Prophecy Orb involving Harry Potter to the Minister's Office!

What? Do you have to go there in person? I'm the Minister of Magic! ”

Fudge let out an angry roar at the signal of the Imperius Curse, but unfortunately the Department of Mysteries was unmoved, insisted on his principles, and demanded that Fudge be present.

Okay, it doesn't seem to work, but that's normal, everything involved in the Department of Mysteries is top secret, and if just a call from Fudge can get the Department of Mysteries to work, then it means that the entire Ministry of Magic is rotten.

There are things like the use of fairy technology, the Anti-Thief Falls, and a variety of detection methods, such as the Minister of Magic being controlled by others or a polyjuice potion.

So even if Fudge is indeed able to manage the Department of Mysteries, he still has to follow the rules and verify his identity.

It's a pity, but it's nothing, Greengrass stood up, elegantly straightened his clothes, fingers pinched the slender chain of the gilt pocket watch, and took it out to take a look.

"Goodbye, then—Your Excellency the Minister who is about to step down."

Greengrass politely bowed slightly, as if he were greeting normally, and came to the end of the minister's office, where there was a very beautiful fireplace.

This is the special fireplace of the Minister of Magic, there will be absolutely no surveillance, absolutely safe.

As one of the three unforgivable spells, the power of the Imperius Curse should not be underestimated, Greengrass estimated it, and there was absolutely no problem in the effect lasting until the completion of the speech.

So he picked up a handful of Floo powder, threw it in the fireplace, and suddenly turned around and showed a mocking smile:

"By the way, Mr. Minister, I'm afraid you don't know yet, do you? I was the one who entered Azkaban Prison and helped the Death Eaters escape—I was the one who found the Dark Lord. “

Greengrass, as if he had accomplished something very happy, hummed a little tune in a good mood, and then he went into the fireplace:

"Church ——!"

The fire was noisy, and in the blink of an eye, there was no Greengrass in the fireplace, only Fudge's face still had that happy, silly smile, waiting quietly

Harry blinked, and broke free from the Imperius Curse.

The world in front of me seemed to be blurry with glass, hazy with ghosting, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Glasses, what about my glasses? How do I hear a group of people laughing?

Doesn't it seem like this is a circus?

He squinted his eyes to see more clearly, but he felt a terrible pain all over his body, like he had been knocked out by a mad Tebo warthog.

Even with the burning pain on his cheeks, he couldn't help but moan in pain.

Face likes. It seems to be swollen too.

What's going on? Didn't I watch a circus show with my friends in Hogsmeade?

He struggled to twist his body, only to realize that because of the pain in his body, he didn't realize that he was tied up.

At this moment, a pair of hands rudely snapped the glasses on his head, and the world in front of him instantly became clear.

Although this action made him feel very painful, Harry still subconsciously said, "Thanks-"

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat because he was wearing glasses by a person who looked very familiar.

"Bella? Are you Bellatrix Lestrange? ”

Harry exclaimed, this was the most wanted man for the Ministry of Magic, and the picture was still on the third page of the Daily Prophet.

"Hahahahahaha-" Bella shook her head exaggeratedly and twisted her body, pinching her throat to learn Harry's tone: "Bella? Bellatrix Lestrange?

Look at that, he's like a complete idiot—"

There was a shrill laugh all around, and Harry realized that not far away, a group of people in cloaks and hoods had formed a semicircle, as if Bella had told a funny joke, and laughed wildly in response.

Harry ignored the mocking laughter, desperate to know where he was.

It was like a church, and where it used to be a pulpit was a huge crucible, large enough to fit an adult.

There was also a cross floating above, and on the cross hung a man in a white priest's robe, which had been soaked in blood, like a red bloody garment.

But what he saw next made him cry out again:

"Aunt Penny? Dudley? ”

Although half of the face of the person who was tied up not far from him was already bloody and bloody, the other half of his face, as well as the clothes on his body, were clearly Penny Dursley, his aunt.

And in the corner, like a caterpillar, an arched fat figure, wearing Smetting's red uniform, who is it not Dudley?

Why are Dudley and Aunt Penny here?

Harry felt his head almost crack with a pain, and he lowered his head, writhing in pain, trying to cover his head, when he heard a cold, smug voice:

"Welcome—welcome, Harry Potter, to our small, worthless party!"

Harry endured the pain and looked for a sound, only to see a tall and thin figure standing up behind the crucible, and when he saw him for the first time, Harry snorted again, only to feel as if a red-hot iron stick had been inserted into his head, stirring hard.

It was a terrifying face buried deep in his heart and in his dreams.

That's Tom Riddle – Voldemort!

"I think everyone knows him, Dumbledore said this boy was my nemesis, didn't he?" Voldemort whispered, his red eyes staring at Harry, "You all know that on the night I lost my magic and my body, I wanted to kill him.

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. ”

Voldemort suddenly raised his hand, stretched out a long, thin pale finger, slowly, slowly approached his forehead, and then pressed it violently!

The cold fingertips touched Harry's skin - nothing happened, but Harry only felt a growing headache.

Voldemort smirked and continued to speak to the Death Eaters.

"Friends, I admit I miscalculated.

My spell was blocked by the woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back to myself.

Yes...... It hurts more than anything, friends, my spell is too strong to resist anything, not even myself.

I have been stripped of my flesh, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest of geistins...... But I'm alive.

What I am, I still don't know...... I, the one who has gone farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life.

You know my goal - to conquer death! ”

The Death Eaters murmured in awe, hunched over their backs to look at the Dark Lord, who never seemed to die.

"So I'm going to come back, in fact, when my faithful servant finds me, I'm ready to be resurrected, but no. What I lost, I want to get it back with my own hands!

I want that stupid old madman Dumbledore to know that what he believed in, the so-called love, was cracked by the great Lord Voldemort and incorporated into his body!

I don't think our little friend, Mr. Potter, knew that he was so well protected.

A long time ago, when Dumbledore was thinking about arranging the boy's future, he devised a protection plan.

He used an ancient magic to extend the protective magic that had only existed in his body to his blood, the stupid Muggle woman.

As long as he calls home where that stupid Muggle woman is, he's protected and even I can't touch him......"

Dudley, who was squirming in the corner, froze suddenly, and he slowly turned his head, staring at Harry and his mother in shock with a face twisted in pain.

Voldemort smirked a few more times, and he walked quickly up to Penny, forcing her to raise her head with his wand, like a snake, and gently spitting out the poisonous letter:

"Penny? I think you're calling this stupid name, just like when I killed your sister, the witch named Lily."

Petunia's palm suddenly grabbed her clothes.

"Penny, tell me. Do you hate Dumbledore? Do you hate Potter? They're the ones who dragged you into the terrible situation you are in - tsk, look at your face" Voldemort said regretfully, "Look at it, I guess Dumbledore wouldn't be willing to shell out a potion, buy a potion for you."

Because that old fool still adheres to wizarding and Muggle secrecy—"

Penny's breathing became rapid, and Voldemort's voice grew softer:

"Do you want revenge? Do you want to get revenge back? I can help you~! ”

He conjured a glittering dagger, gently causing it to spin in the air:

"If you want—you can stab Potter a few times with this knife, after all, he was the one who caused you to fall into this situation, and he owes you-"

This is the meaning of Voldemort leaving Penny, he wants to watch what should be a close family fight each other, he wants to see what Dumbledore admires is just a piece of shit, and he wants to see that the all-powerful love that blows can't be selfish after all.

Unexpectedly, Penny closed her eyes and her chest heaved, but she didn't say a word.

Voldemort only felt a faint feeling of being humiliated in his heart, his face suddenly gloomy, no longer the one he looked interested in, but he still had a rare patience and added the reward:

"If—if you go and stab Potter in that nasty face—I'll spare you and your pig-like son, will you be called Dali, or will you be Dadi?"

Penny suddenly opened her eyes, only one eye was still intact and she stared at Voldemort, she trembled with fear, but she still said word by word:

"His name is Dudley Dursley! It's Vernon Dursley's son, and he's going to be a great man! “

The Death Eaters erupted in earth-shattering laughter, but no one noticed that Dudley, who was shivering behind them, burst into tears.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at her like a snake playing with its prey:

"So Penny - what's your choice?"

Harry endured the pain in his body, and his heart was full of regret and despair for Aunt Petunia, because it was really because of himself that Petunia's family was involved, and if it weren't for him, their family would have lived happily, right?

And Aunt Petunia and Aunt Vernon really hate themselves, and with their limited memory, life at 4 Privet Road was never pleasant, with dark cupboards, cramped stairwells, a life of not being hungry and not having enough to eat, and endless chores.

So Aunt Penny should pick up a knife.

Sure enough, he heard Penny's ugly voice:

"Give me the knife!"

Voldemort laughed maniacally and untied Penny and delivered the knife to Penny:

"Wise choice!"

Dudley quietly looked up and watched as his mother staggered over to Harry with the magic dagger that was so sharp at first sight.

He only felt tears covering his face, and for some reason, he didn't want his mother to do this.

Harry looked at Penny as she got closer, and his heart sank until he fell into a cold, piercing hole in the ice.

If I die, it wouldn't be bad if Dudley and Aunt Petunia left alive.

Harry thought bitterly.

Penny had blood on every step, and one step at a time, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, came to Harry, looking at him with that half-ruined, flesh-and-blood face and one eye.

Harry closed his eyes in pain, his lips twitching to say something, such as he didn't blame his aunt for choosing that way, but all he could say was one sentence: "Aunt Petunia"

"I still hate you so much"

Penny's voice was soft, almost whispering, and Harry listened in silence.

"Remember. You are a wizard, use your tricks——! ”

Under the playful gaze of the Death Eaters and Voldemort, and their laughter, Petunia suddenly swung her dagger and used her decades of skilled kitchen knife skills to precisely cut the ropes that bound Harry's hands.

"Run!"

Petunia spun around and pointed her knife at Voldemort, with a terrified Harry behind her.

This nosy, selfish, and bullying weak man suddenly shouted a high-pitched scream, and she roared:

"You goddamn freaks, daughters of the Evans family, don't make a deal with scum!

Never! ”

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1. Commuter pass 2, recommended ticket

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