The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 234 Frequent Situations

"Why are you having another meeting today?" Weiss leaned back listlessly in his chair.

"Shut up! Kabrev!" Voldemort gave Wes a hard look, glanced at the empty Lestrange family, and felt that his decision to send them out was very correct.

"Ms. Narcissa, where's your sister?" Weiss also noticed, obviously, three people were missing, the Lestrange couple and the hunchbacked Nott.

"Sorry, I don't know." Narcissa quickly glanced at Voldemort and replied in a low voice.

"Shy?" Weiss said while looking at Voldemort.

"...Today, let's continue with yesterday's question. Have you thought of any way for me to touch that lucky savior?" Voldemort pretended not to hear Weiss's voice, and stared at the group of death eaters sitting upright with a straight face. only.

It was so quiet that even the sound of Weiss breathing became more and more obvious.

"Kablev, you seem to be very confident, what do you think?" Voldemort stared at Wes, who was about to lie down, with a frosty face.

"Voldemort, you can become the Dark Lord with this group of subordinates. It's amazing!" Weiss said with a thumbs up. When he saw the veins appearing on Voldemort's forehead again, and he was about to pull out his wand, Quickly added: "What a simple thing, a group of people don't know what they are doing."

"Huh? Tell me, but be careful with what you say, or I won't stop them from doing anything to you." The veins on Voldemort's forehead disappeared, and he watched a group of people glaring at Wes with interest.

"First of all, let the old man and the Ministry of Magic tear each other apart. Although the Ministry of Magic only has a group of useless Aurors, it is still a force, isn't it?" Weiss pointed his thumb to Lucius who was silent on the side: " Send out a group of your subordinates and gather for a few times, just like the Quidditch World Cup. You don’t need to do anything, just cause riots. The purpose is to keep the old man busy. Isn’t he multi-tasking? Then find someone named Li The Tuskeet woman comes over and lets her attack Dumbledore in the Daily Prophet while Lucius launches a money offensive in the Ministry of Magic and keeps the old man busy if he does one thing wrong."

"Well, go on." Voldemort closed his eyes, thinking about Weese's solution.

"Since the old man is busy, the person who takes care of Harry Potter must be that society..." Weiss scratched his head, frowning and thinking about the name.

"Order of the Phoenix." Narcissa beside her whispered.

"Oh, thank you! Order of the Phoenix! Remember it, everyone! This is the opponent's name, let me engrave it on my body!" After expressing his gratitude to Narcissa, Weiss said seriously to the Death Eaters, It made all the Death Eaters roar angrily.

"Quiet, Kabrev, you continue." Voldemort slightly raised his hand and pressed down, his eyes swept around, and suddenly the whole hall fell into silence again.

"Oh, go on... Find out who they are guarding Harry, and the shift time. This will be handed over to Peter Pettigrew, who will turn him into a mouse and squat in Little Whinging, but if he is caught, then, Hehe..." Weiss nodded and continued, and then spread his hands: "The rest of the matter will be discussed at that time. It depends on how things will develop. If Peter Pettigrew is still so stupid, we can at least know a few things. The name of the Order of the Phoenix."

"..." Voldemort was silent, thinking with his eyes closed, and the whole hall fell into an eerie silence.

"You already know who they are?" Weiss frowned seeing Voldemort's silence.

"...the last time they united against me, there were a few people with obvious characteristics." Voldemort knocked on the long table and ordered: "Peter, tell me."

"Yes... yes, master!" Peter Pettigrew shuddered, and quickly responded: "Sirius Black, Remus Lupine, Alastor Moody, and...Ah Bust Dumbledore..."

"That's it?" Weiss asked with a look of disbelief.

"I...I've been with them all the time, I don't know much..." Peter Pettigrew lowered his voice as he shrank under the long table.

"The others are all dead, what a fragile life." Voldemort said with a sneer.

"You can't get a spy in." Weiss looked at Voldemort with contempt.

"...Okay, let's do it according to Kabrev's method!" Voldemort ignored Weiss's words, and directly knocked on the table to refocus everyone's attention: "Barty, you are responsible for causing the riot..."

"Don't make your master's name known to everyone, don't even put the Dark Mark, just make trouble, otherwise just rely on you guys, a few teams of Aurors will clean up, counting on you guys, it's better to count on Bei The giant who took the three of them to find." Weiss also knocked on the table and added, while looking at Voldemort: "How about this arrangement? Or, are you going to be high-profile?"

"...No, that's it." Voldemort stared at Weiss for a while, then turned to Lucius and said, "Lucius, you and McNeill are in charge of the Ministry of Magic. Narcissa, go and get that Friends from the press, please come here, and if necessary, I will talk to her personally."

"Kablev..." Voldemort looked at Wes again.

"Are you sure you want me to be responsible for something?" Weiss looked at Voldemort mockingly and said.

"Of course not, your injury is still not healed, so just stay by my side." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Great Dark Lord, you are really generous." Weiss spread his hands and turned to look at Narcissa: "Ma'am, I want to eat some sandwiches later, and why hasn't Draco come back yet?"

"He had an accident, and he is currently in St. Mungo..." Narcissa shook her head worriedly, and responded in a low voice.

"If you hear it, don't act yet!" Voldemort ignored Wes's whispers, stood up, waved his robes to the Death Eaters, and left.

"I hope everything goes well." Weiss said to himself as he watched Voldemort leave, holding the hilt of his sword.

"Yes, I hope the plan goes well." Narcissa watched Lucius leave, and agreed with worry.

...two weeks later...

"You guys have a meeting if you have nothing to do. If you don't say it, I thought you joined the Knights of the Round Table." Weiss leaned back in the chair, resting his hands behind his head, and the whole person seemed to have slipped off the table .

"I summoned you today because Lucius gave me good news." Voldemort completely ignored Weiss and said to the Death Eaters. After speaking, he looked at Lucius with a gloomy face: "Tell me, Lucius, good news for me this morning."

"Yes, Master." Lucius was startled by Voldemort's expression, but he quickly recovered, cleared his throat and said, "According to the internal operations of the Ministry of Magic and the public opinion of the Daily Prophet pressure, Albus Dumbledore is no longer the President of the International Confederation of Magicians and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot..."

"Hehe, this is really good news, isn't it, my loyal servants?" Voldemort chuckled, looking at a group of Death Eaters under him.

"Mr. Lucius did a great job! That damn old man has finally lost all his honor!" Crabbe slapped the table excitedly and said loudly.

"This news is really exciting!" Gore also roared loudly.

"That's right!" "..." Many Death Eaters were equally high-spirited and agitated.

"... Patriarch Lucius, can you tell me, who proposed the matter of getting the old man's two positions?" Weiss ignored the noise, and looked expressionlessly at Lucius said a little uncomfortable.

"Of course it's not me, it's McNeil, who suggested to Cornelius Fudge." Lucius looked at Weiss with a sullen face and quickly separated himself.

"McNeil, is it your proposal?" Weiss said, looking at McNeil, who was diagonally opposite Lucius.

"Of course! What a wonderful plan to attack Dumbledore!" McNeill said triumphantly: "I also proposed to Fudge to cancel his first-class Merlin Medal! He can't do it right now. Let go of the identity of Hogwarts headmaster!"

"...Can I beat him? Or do you do it yourself?" Weiss pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at Voldemort with a bad expression.

"Cruciatus." Voldemort swung his wand directly, knocking McNeill flying, lying on the ground, howling.

The Death Eaters who saw this scene fell silent instantly, and looked at Voldemort in silence, not daring to speak out.

"Master... please... please forgive me! Please let me go! I..." The Cruciatus Curse lasted only for a moment, and McNeil got up sweating profusely, and knelt on the ground tremblingly begging.

"Are you an idiot? You messed up a good plan." Weiss rubbed his temples with both hands, and looked at McNeill helplessly: "You lost all the old man's positions, so he didn't Do you have more time to take care of Harry Potter? Our goal is to give your master the time and opportunity to kill Harry Potter with his own hands. Have you forgotten? Or do you think those broken positions, the old man Would he care? If he cared about power, he would have been the Minister of Magic already."

"In the future, whoever messes up the plan in private will not be a Cruciatus Curse." Voldemort rubbed his wand, a pair of snake eyes glanced at the Death Eaters below and said lightly.

"Back Barty Crouch, it's no longer necessary." Weiss looked at Voldemort and shook his head and said, "The plan has to be changed."

"A bunch of trash." Voldemort looked at McNeill who was limp on the ground with hatred, raised his wand and released the Cruciatus Curse.

"It's really noisy." Weiss looked at the wailing McNeil with a look of disgust, thought for a while and shook his head, and said, "Move the target away from Harry Potter first, the old man is not busy now, we have to deal with Harry Potter." Separate him from the old man first."

"Lucius, did the mouse send any news?" Voldemort ignored the wailing McNeil and turned to Lucius.

"Not yet..." Lucius said palely, with cold sweat breaking out from his forehead.

"Let me know as soon as there is any news." Voldemort glanced at McNeil, who was gasping for breath but deliberately lowered his voice, and left with a sullen face.

...a few days later...

"According to Peter Pettigrew, the Order of the Phoenix changes shifts to take care of Harry every day. Unfortunately, he doesn't know the few people he can find, but these two days he knows a wizard named Mundungus." Weiss looked at Looking at the parchment handed over by Lucius sitting opposite, he looked puzzled: "Why show me this?"

"Master asked me to show it to you." Although Lucius looked puzzled, his tone was very firm.

"Show me what's the use, I don't even know what that Mundungus looks like." Weiss threw the parchment on the table, rolled his eyes and said, then picked up the parchment and took a few glances: "There is no news of the old man?"

"It is said that I saw him near Hogsmeade." Lucius thought for a while and said, "It seems to be the Pig's Head Bar."

"Going to drink?" Weiss asked, blinking at Lucius.

"I don't know." Lucius shook his head and poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly. After a while, he said slowly, "Severus is with the master."

"Hey, Professor Snape, I haven't seen him for a long time." Weiss looked back at a closed window on the top of the building and said, "Are you still there?"

"Just arrived." Lucius also looked up at the window and said.

"There is no howling." Weiss listened for a while and said, "Voldemort trusts him very much."

"Kablev." As soon as Weiss finished speaking, Voldemort's voice sounded from his ear: "Come up."

"Drinking tea!" Weiss raised his head and replied.

"I suddenly had the urge to go and see that Mudblood." Voldemort's voice sounded again.

"Okay, let's go together." Weiss adjusted the long sword around his waist and said, "We will start when I get up."

"Let's go?" Weiss pushed open the door of Voldemort's room with a big grin, and quickly scanned around with his eyes, but he didn't find Snape's figure.

"No hurry." Voldemort squinted at Wes and said, "I heard a rumor just now that Harry Potter can sometimes dream of me and my surroundings?"

"Oh, yes, the latest time was when you won three magic bets and laughed wildly." Weiss looked at the faint sparks in the fireplace and said, "How did Snape know?"

"...You don't have to worry about that." Voldemort said after a moment of pondering.

"You want to use this method to lure Harry Potter out?" Weiss nodded his temple with his index finger, shook his head and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the old man already knew about Harry Potter's situation. You want It is almost impossible to lure him out during the holidays. You have also seen the news of Peter Pettigrew. He has almost always had hidden wizards protecting him; and back at Hogwarts, the old man is present, and he is even less likely to let you Take Harry Potter away easily."

"...Go down and drink tea, Kabrev." Voldemort closed his eyes and thought.

"Aren't you going?" Weiss straightened the long sword at his waist and asked with his right hand lightly on the hilt.

"No, it will be very troublesome." Voldemort opened one eye slightly and aimed at Wes, with his hands on his chest, playing with the wand that he didn't know when he took it out.

"Really, it's a pity." Weiss shook his head, spread his hands, turned and went downstairs.

…evening…

"I finally know why you 'love' meetings so much, who the hell can tell me what the hell is going on?" Weiss slapped on the long table of the conference, and a piece of parchment under his hand was patted by him Wrinkled: "Have no one read Harry Potter's information? Don't think that if you don't know the Patronus Charm, he won't get well either!"

"I also want to know very much, who came up with such a 'smart' idea? And passed me to order the dementors?" Voldemort swept Weiss dangerously with a pair of snake eyes, and turned to look at Some trembling Death Eaters bowed to him: "Lucius..."

"Master, I can swear on my wand, it's definitely not me! Please believe me!" Lucius sat upright in a cold sweat.

"Of course I believe in your loyalty and wisdom, Lucius. I just want you to go to the Ministry of Magic now, bring Gallon and investigate this matter." Voldemort glanced at Lucius and said, "The sooner the better .”

"Yes, master." Lucius quickly saluted, and strode towards the gate.

"Actually, Master, isn't that good?" A Death Eater with a long pale and distorted face said tentatively: "It's not very pleasant to have someone else help us deal with Harry Potter." One thing?" After speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Weiss: "Smelly brat, you are so worried about Harry Potter, I'm afraid you have ulterior motives."

"...Who is this person?" Weiss turned to look at Narcissa and asked, pointing at the Death Eater who made a sound.

"Antonin Dolokhov." Narcissa responded in a low voice.

"Smelly brat, don't point your dirty fingers at me." Dolokhov said bitterly.

"You don't care? Or have you given up on this guy with a worrying IQ?" Weiss turned his head and asked Voldemort, but Voldemort just shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Who is to say that IQ is worrying! Smelly brat!" Dolohov roared loudly, and instantly pulled out his wand from his waist and pointed it at Weiss, the light on the tip of the wand flickered.

"Do you know what it means to hold this thing at me?" Weiss glanced at Dolohov, then turned to Voldemort and said, "Then I will come?"

"Just to improve my mood." Voldemort waved his wand, and the long table in the middle disappeared in an instant: "Take a breath."

"Don't worry, master! I will definitely win this duel for you! I will definitely give respect to Mr. Kabrev a sigh of relief!" Dolokhov's eyes flashed, and he stared fiercely at Weiss: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

An orange flame burst out from the tip of Dolohov's staff in an instant, and the huge flame spread rapidly towards Weiss, and the temperature of the entire hall was rising sharply.

"No wonder you don't care about it, this IQ..." Weiss said, looking at Voldemort, who had blue veins on his forehead, and waved his left hand casually, and the entire spell disappeared.

"Fuchsia." While Dolokhov was in a daze, Weiss released a spell. The moment he was hit by the spell, Dolokhov was suspended in the air with his head, feet, and wide The wizard robe also completely covered his head and face due to gravity.

"Joy and joy." After dodging a few spells that Dolohov released indiscriminately, Weiss released a happy spell, and Dolohov, who was immediately hanged upside down, laughed wildly.

"The effect is good, let's hang it outside like this." Weiss nodded, lightly tapped his wand, and Dolohov seemed to be drawn, and floated out following Weiss's head, feet and feet.

"The height is almost the same, I'm happy." After Weiss controlled Dolokhov to hang on the tree, another joy spell was released, and then he used the levitation spell to 'take' the round table and armchairs in the garden. After sitting down, Dolokhov, who was laughing wildly above his head, maintained the frequency of releasing a joy spell for 10 minutes, which made him laugh wildly for more than an hour.

"Mr. Kabrev, it's almost done. If you don't let him down, he will die." Narcissa brought another pot of tea and some refreshments for Weiss, and looked at Dolokhov who was already smiling Some scalp tingling.

"Ms. Narcissa, you are really kind-hearted." Weiss shrugged, lifted the Fuchsia spell, and looked at Dolohov, who was smiling but tearful, and said, "You have to thank Ms. Narcissa." After finishing speaking, he looked at Narcissa again: "Is Patriarch Lucius back?"

"Not yet." Narcissa shook her head, glanced at Dolokhov, and asked suspiciously: "Mr. Kabrev, I would like to ask, why does the master... care so much about this matter?"

"It's very simple. If you were an old man, would you raise Harry's alert level by a few levels when you encountered this kind of thing? After all, the old man knows that Voldemort has been resurrected." Weiss raised a finger and shook He shook his head and said, "This is the first possibility. In the future, it will be even more difficult for him to create opportunities to kill Harry himself."

"The second possibility is that if one of you Death Eaters ordered the dementor, and he didn't know it, it would be a bit scary. After all, the dementor should only obey his orders. This The Death Eaters don't take him too seriously, and if there is one, there will be another, and he will definitely care about this kind of thing." Weiss said with a second finger raised.

"The third possibility, if the old man did this, the reason is to warn the entire British magic community... things will be more serious, because it means that the dementors have gone from his camp to the enemy's camp " Weiss raised his third finger and said: "But this reason is the most unlikely, because the old man hates dementors, the kind that he hates very much."

"The last one is what this guy said. Somebody or some kind of force is also dealing with Harry Potter." Weiss kicked Dolokhov who was lying on the ground in a state of anger: "If it is the British Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic said that in order to hit the old man's prestige, it is understandable to hit the child he has been protecting by the way. It is okay for them to be recruited and subdued at that time. I am afraid that some forces outside the UK will get involved in this situation. Then hehehe... You know, that old guy from Numengadri is not dead yet."

"Ms. Narcissa, look, is there no benefit to doing this?" Weiss spread his hands and concluded.

"Then Lucius is not very dangerous now?" Narcissa asked nervously holding her clothes.

"No, he still has a good relationship with the Ministry of Magic, and he won't take the initiative to touch Voldemort's head and do that kind of thing." Weiss waved his hand and said, "We will know the result when he comes back."

"...Mr. Kabrev, it's not that I don't trust you, but is it really not you? After all, Harry Potter is your friend." Narcissa lowered her head in thought for a while, and saw the situation at her feet. asked Dolokhov, raising his head and frowning.

"Nonsense, I was in the manor for 24 hours, tell me how I did it?" Weiss kicked Dolohov again: "So Voldemort didn't doubt me at that time, only this idiot still doubted him , without Voldemort's acquiescence, could I hang him here for more than an hour?"

……

It was already the second night when Lucius came back. As soon as he came back, he went straight into Voldemort's room, reported to Voldemort for a while, and then walked out with a pale face.

Not long after he walked out, Snape's figure also appeared in Malfoy Manor through the Floo network, and he also quickly got into Voldemort's room. Half an hour later, he dragged his slow pace away. He came out and left through the Floo network without saying a word.

"Fudge?" Weiss asked as he watched Lucius eating his late dinner gracefully.

"No, he doesn't know either." Lucius shook his head and drank a glass of wine, and Narcissa quickly poured another glass for him.

"This is interesting." Weisto said with his chin lifted.

"Although there is no evidence, there are only a few people who can command the dementors." Lucius said, taking another sip of red wine, shaking his head slightly.

"So, you must have guessed in your heart, who is he?" Weiss asked with great interest: "You actually chose this time to start this riot."

"Dolores Jane Umbridge." Lucius said a name without hesitation.

"Umbridge? It's that pink guy!" Weiss thought for a while before realizing who the name represented, and then he was puzzled: "But why did she do that?"

"I don't know, or maybe it's not her. I just found out that Harry Potter will be tried by the Ministry of Magic on August 8." Lucius looked at Weiss and added lightly.

"Judgment of Harry Potter?" Weiss stroked his chin with his fingers, showing interest: "He will finally be locked up, just like when I was in the third grade."

"...No, I'm afraid not." Lucius shook his head after being silent for a while and said, "It is said that Dumbledore is his witness."

"Well, Harry Potter must be innocent." Weiss shrugged and said firmly.

...the next day...

"Has little Barty Crouch come back yet?" Weiss asked Narcissa while eating breakfast.

"No." Narcissa responded briefly, forking some fruits and vegetables for herself from time to time.

"Are you arrested again?" Weiss looked sideways at the gorgeous staircase, but Voldemort didn't intend to come down to eat.

"He should have gone to recruit people, and Lucius has gone too." Narcissa said softly by chewing: "At least this job is much safer than before."

"Well, a group of people gathered together to recruit people? Isn't this still dangerous? The old man definitely attracted people's attention and followed those familiar faces. Unfortunately, your husband is also a familiar face." Weiss shook his head and crossed himself. Picking up a ball of mashed potatoes, chewing and talking.

Obviously, Narcissa's chewing motion stopped for a moment, and then slowly recovered, but her eyes revealed a look of worry.

"I'm going to see Draco, Mr. Kabrev, are you going?" Narcissa said after wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

"Go, anyway, your master didn't tell me to do anything." Weiss thought for a while and responded, then looked up at the ceiling: "I shouldn't be under house arrest, right?"

…St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries…

"Do you want to bring him so many things?" Weiss looked at the pile of things under Narcissa's feet with twitching eyes: "Is he so sick?"

"Actually, he's already healed, but I'll let him stay in St. Mungo's for a while longer." Narcissa glanced in the direction of Malfoy Manor, and said in a still low voice: "I don't want him to get involved. to these things."

"I'm afraid Voldemort doesn't think so." Weiss shrugged and replied in a low voice, then picked up a few pockets: "How do we go?"

"Fifth floor, curse damage department." Narcissa said and led Weiss towards the stairs: "Later, do you want to visit...Granger?"

"Well, let's see the time." Weiss shrugged and said.

……

"She's not here, is she?" Narcissa couldn't help but said as she watched Weiss say goodbye to the people in the room and come back.

"It was taken away by the professor ahead of time, the second holiday of the holiday." Weiss shook his head and responded.

"This is really a pity. Let's go back." Narcissa glanced at the small house not far in front of her again and said.

"No, go to Little Whinging District." Weiss stopped Narcissa from preparing to Apparate: "Let's go see Peter Pettigrew. If I were an old man, I would transfer Harry in just a few days."

"You can't see anything after you go there, right?" Narcissa's hand holding the wand paused, and finally dropped it.

"In order to divert Harry, the old man will definitely send all the ordinary people around, because to prevent Voldemort's attack, he will not risk the lives of ordinary people." Weiss glanced at Narcissa's clenched wand Added: "Don't be on guard, I really want to run, and none of you can stop it except Voldemort."

……

"Well, it's almost empty, so it should be these two days." Weiss listened to the report of Peter Pettigrew, who had flipped through several houses, and then glanced at Narcissa, who was frowning and staring at her feet: " Don't even think about changing the place, their lawn is always like this, muddy, if you really hate it, why don't you go back and inform Voldemort first? Ask him if he wants to come and see, or take the opportunity to attack?"

"Well, I'll go back and inform the master first. Peter, take care of Mr. Kabrev." After she finished speaking, she was about to apparate and leave on the spot.

"Ms. Narcissa, apparate to the place where I took you to Apparate. Are you going to notify those members of the Order of the Phoenix who are nearby?" Weiss slapped Narcissa's magic power and looked at it with a smile. she.

"I'm really sorry." Seeing Weiss's smile, Xisha was shocked, and said quickly, and then quickly ran towards the way she came.

"Peter, you just said that there is a family with a lot of cats, and the people in that family have not left, is that true?" Seeing Narcissa leave, Weiss lowered his head and said to the human-shaped Peter Pettigrew.

"Yes, she is an old woman with no magic fluctuations on her body, she is an ordinary person." Peter Pettigrew pointed to a room near Harry's house and said, "Because there are cats, I can't get too close."

"Cat..." Weiss groaned, tapping his fingers on the hilt of the sword casually but didn't say anything.

……

"Shall we watch a show, or do we do it?" Weiss said, looking at Voldemort who suddenly appeared from beside him.

"Of course watching a play, wouldn't it be interesting to keep them on such high vigilance." Voldemort waved away the trembling Peter Pettigrew, and said calmly, "And it can prepare for the future."

"Hey, the rest of Harry Potter's family has left, and it seems that it's about to start." Weiss looked at the Dursley family's car passing by them and said, "Let's wait in the next house, It's not dark yet."

"Of course." Voldemort looked at the back door that had been opened wide and said, "Kabrev, please first."

"What a careful person." Weiss muttered, and walked into a warmly furnished room first.

(End of this chapter)