Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 462 The Despicable MacGuffin
When the Dark Lord was resurrected, two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter woke up suddenly from his dream.

But the scene we want to focus on, is further away than that, and at the same time pushes the time forward a little bit.

Hogwarts, on top of the eighth floor tower, in Dumbledore's office.

McGuffin is wearing a Batman version of the same style of pajamas, and is walking back and forth in it. He is holding a piece of parchment, with exaggerated expressions, anger...speech or threat, or calm...sometimes loudly, sometimes whispering...dancing and sweating...from time to time, he looks back at the prompts on the parchment to carry out the call "mode" of immersive performance.

He held the parchment in one hand, and a Muggle black box made of plastic in the other. Yes, it was the same model of 'old-fashioned mobile phone' that made Voldemort so angry.

——Voldemort's hoarse, cold voice came from inside,

He and MacGuffin trade suspiciously back and forth.

Fortunately, there were only McGuffin and Dumbledore in this room, otherwise this scene would definitely cause an uproar.

Of course, the portraits of the previous Hogwarts principals hanging on the walls were also petrified, and some even covered their mouths for fear of making a noise.

Even so, watching the MacGuffin threaten Voldemort,... listening to him talk nonsense with his eyes open... their jaws were on the floor.

There was no sound in the office, only the Phoenix Fox appeared from time to time, bringing bottles of black and red glass bottles... Whenever Albus Dumbledore confirmed that the information was accurate, McGuffin started calling again to inform Voldemort of the next burial place.

Finally... when the Dark Lord on the opposite side confirmed that the bones were correct for the third time, and when McGuffin was waiting for the fourth transaction, the 'mobile phone' in his hand finally slapped,
Then the blind voice of - beep - beep - beep came over.

"Professor Dumbledore, it looks like the Dark Lord thinks he has got enough materials...to be resurrected." McGuffin looked up at Dumbledore and said.

But Dumbledore didn't answer, instead he stared at McGuffin with an indescribably complex expression.

"What's the matter, Professor?"

"I want to ask you something? McGuffin, you must answer honestly..."

"How did you judge that the Dark Lord was resurrected, and in advance..."

Dumbledore was a little speechless, because even at his age, he had never seen such a little wizard dig up Voldemort's ancestral grave.

——There is still such a method.

Dumbledore wasn't done yet, McGuffin understood.

——It seems that the coquettish operation just now did scare the old bee a little bit.

"Professor, I have seen the Dark Lord's dementor form twice not long ago... He was very persistent in wanting to kidnap Harry, and in the end he simply wanted to take Harry's blood away... What's more, didn't we also know during the interrogation in Azkaban that those Death Eaters were ordered to... If there is no other way, to take Harry's blood away and give it to the Dark Lord himself?"

"I know this clue... I also know that what the Dark Lord desires most now is to be resurrected"

"The combination of the two... It is very easy to inquire about such a black magic that has obvious characteristics and is used for resurrection among the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. Even if I was still at Hogwarts, I could easily do it. I just need to keep owls." McGuffin explained.

Dumbledore felt a little dazed,
——Is this easy?
——Are you a bit old and confused?

Indeed, he was a little skeptical that Voldemort wanted to be resurrected through this kind of black magic... But before he could confirm it, this little guy had already copied the other party's hometown.

If the Ministry of Magic is going to be this efficient...

Dumbledore shook his beard and didn't dare to think about it.

For the first time, he felt a little bit of the horror and fear in Snape's heart towards this little wizard.

and……

"How do you know Voldemort's father... or the details of his parents' families?" Dumbledore asked again.

—— Knowing the result, it is of course very easy to reverse the conclusion!
Of course, it was impossible for McGuffin to say this, so he explained according to the words he had prepared:
"Oh, when I heard the news, I quickly realized that this was a good opportunity, so I immediately found the Dark Lord in the previous student registration forms in the Hogwarts library, which is Tom Riddle's childhood residence...the orphanage..."

"And didn't that guy Tom always claim to be the heir of Slytherin? In this way, I also quickly found the Marvolo family, which is the last blood of Slytherin."

"Then after the holiday, I asked the local Muggles... Is there any strange things in the area? It is easy to know that there is an old Riddle house in the local area, and their eldest son who died was named Tom Riddle... Even the unknown cause of death of the family of three... Isn't the unforgivable curse that there are no wounds on the body, no traces of poison, as if the cause of death was frightened to death, and this also proves Voldemort's traces."

"That way all the answers are right in front of my eyes."

"After that, I found a way to get rid of the innocent Muggle guarding the Riddle House there."

"Well, so as not to hurt the innocent...you will do well." Dumbledore nodded, as if he was relieved.

Well, McGuffin is actually afraid of trouble - but Dumbledore thinks it's better.

He continued: "Then I found two magic communication mirrors and transformed them into Muggle mobile phones..."

Dumbledore looked at the black magic box in McGuffin's hand.

"I transferred all those bones to other places, and then put the black box and the card written for the Dark Lord into the original tomb... After that, I quietly waited for the Dark Lord's action..."

"No matter when or where he wants to be resurrected...he will definitely need those bones, as long as he finds out about this, he will either give up this black magic resurrection ceremony, or he can only agree to the deal with me...Of course, I didn't expect it to come so soon, and this step has come."

"I don't know where that guy got Harry's blood!"

"When the magic alarm I cast sounded at home, warning me that the box was found... I immediately went to Hogsmeade through [apparition], then flew to Hogwarts, and came to you."

Dumbledore was also startled when he recalled the previous scene. The little wizard actually flew to Hogwarts out of thin air in his pajamas like that, suspended outside the window of his office - holding a piece of parchment and a black box, suddenly appeared in front of him, and said: - He knows where Voldemort is.

When the little wizard briefly explained all this, he almost thought that the little guy had finally driven himself crazy.

But then, Voldemort really opened up the black box, and his voice came out from inside, and the little wizard really got the most important material to break the [Blood Curse].

And the impromptu performance of this little wizard, - that brazen, open-mouthed nonsense...coaxing Voldemort, also made him in a trance for a while, he even felt a little whether Voldemort cooperated with the little wizard to play with himself.

Dumbledore suppressed the cranky thoughts in his heart, and continued to ask:

"Why are you so sure that I will agree to the deal with you Voldemort... Even the Dark Lord is sure that I will not agree to this deal, so he agreed to this deal."

"Why do you think I would agree to bring Voldemort back to life without sacrificing your... from the words of your mouth, you should also understand - I would probably do such a thing."

Dumbledore pressed on step by step, his tone very severe.

McGuffin said slowly, "Of course, I know that you may disagree... However, Professor Dumbledore will owe me a lot of favors, and you should work harder to find the antidote for [Blood Curse]...Of course, according to my judgment, you have a high probability...should agree."

"After all, if you can't kill the Dark Lord... that kind of guy will be revived somehow. Not this time, he will have another chance. It's better to take his resurrection into your own hands... Besides, you are not very surprised by this situation, you should have expected it, right?"

Dumbledore stared at the little wizard for a long time, and when he was about to ask again, a little wizard suddenly appeared in the fireplace.

—another MacGuffin Albert.

It's just wearing a student's black robe.

"Oh, Professor Snape...you look very well dressed." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Snape (that McGuffin) had a long face. He walked to the table in silence, took out his wand to confirm the six bottles of potion ingredients that Fox had brought back, and then said, "What's the matter? Albus? [Blood Curse] antidote ingredients...how on earth did you get it? And I have to pretend to be this little wizard and go to Weasley's office to collect it for you."

"What's the matter?"

Dumbledore turned to McGuffin, "Explain, Albert!"

……

Meanwhile, in Harry's tiny bedroom at the Dursleys'.

Harry Potter woke up straight out of bed, gasping for breath.

He clutched his forehead, the lightning-shaped scar was burning with pain.

That dream... what was going on with that dream?

— Voldemort, alive?
Harry tried to remember what had happened in his dream.

Everything was blurry, hazy...he saw a cemetery...a huge and amazing cauldron...a white mist filled...a strange magical ceremony...a woman with two dark circles...that was Bellatrix...the female Death Eater who had held him and his friends hostage last semester...

But how is that possible?

——That guy has been executed, it was clearly reported in the "Daily Prophet" mailed by Hermione, and I had a discussion with Hermione, McGuffin and the others, and the back and forth owls made Vernon Seeley lose his temper.

Harry rolled out of bed, fumbled to find his glasses, put them on, and adjusted to the drowsy orange-red soft light in the room (the street lamp outside the window shone in through the curtains), across the room, he carefully switched on an old desk lamp.

(The lampshade is directly missing a big opening)
(Dudley doesn't want the broken lamp... In the Dursleys' house, Harry will use anything that Dudley doesn't want, no matter how broken, no one buys.)
The dim light illuminates the dilapidated desk——

On it were stacks of parchment and some old Muggle notebooks, and an inkwell... and there was a pen stuck in it that Vernon Dursley didn't want.

(Originally, the pen was Dudley's 12th birthday present, but when he saw it, he got angry and threw it at Harry's head...Since then, the pen has been out of order...Dursley always thought that this thing was magically cast by Harry, and for this reason, he yelled at Harry for almost a week)

Harry moved the chair carefully and lightly, and gently took out the magic book "Intermediate Transfiguration" under the parchment and put it aside, preparing to tidy up his room later to prevent the Dursleys from finding out.

Although this was unlikely,...since he had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, especially since this summer vacation...Harry had never seen Aunt Petunia approaching two meters from the door of his room, as if this was some Fort Detrick who studied deadly viruses.

Ever since he threatened the Dursleys with a letter written by Sirius and asked him to complete his Hogwarts magic thesis during the summer vacation, his relationship with this big family of Muggles has taken a turn for the worse.

This method did work, and Harry has since been allowed to finish his thesis and read magic books in his room temporarily without anyone noticing.

And those things that I brought back from Hogwarts... Magic-related things were also placed in a large wooden box next to the foot of the bed.

In the open box was the cauldron, a futuristic-looking broomstick, black robes, and various other books of spells... Especially the "Monsters' Book of Monsters" that Hagrid gave him was directly placed on the bottom by Harry, in a box full of owl feathers, so as not to make any noise and stimulate the fragile and sensitive nerves of the Dursleys.

Even though Harry came off a summer vacation and rarely saw them except for meals... he knew that his uncle and aunt were already on the verge of breaking out.

This can also be seen from the seven or eight big locks they put on their doors.

Exaggerated!

At this point, the Dursleys didn't care a bit about their suspicious behavior.

Harry sat lightly on the broken chair (even though it made a harsh creaking sound), he immediately listened attentively to what the Dursleys were doing, and only after he realized that it was all right did he start to pick up the pen and write down the things he had just dreamed on the parchment paper one by one, so as not to forget after a while the memory faded.

Although Harry tried his best to convince himself that it was just a dream, a grotesque and terrifying nightmare...

The reappearance of the dead Bellatrix... certainly proves it.

But?

Is that really just a dream?
In addition to the female Death Eater... there was also that little man, nicknamed Wormtail, who betrayed his parents...

Lifelike, he clearly remembered the image of this guy...

And that man... Voldemort... that cold, high-pitched voice...

Thinking of this guy, Harry felt chills all over his body, and a chill spread down his spine to his brain.

That guy, Voldemort,
——Is it really resurrected?
(End of this chapter)