The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 280 The Plan Begins

With a small knocking sound, Weiss stopped digging.

After standing on the spot and pondering for a while, Weiss immediately packed up the shovel and shovel, calmly took out his wand, and waved it casually. The soil and gravel in front of him seemed to be pushed aside by a transparent and hard thing, forming a deep tunnel. Gradually appeared in front of Weiss, and then, Weiss did not take out the hand-drawn map to find the direction as usual, as if he was not worried about the problem of digging in the wrong direction, but walked into the tunnel quickly, and when he reached the end, he walked a little After changing the angle of releasing the 'Digging Curse' again, the tunnel immediately extended upwards obliquely, and the excavated soil and gravel rolled down in front of Weiss along the slope. When they accumulated to a certain extent, Weiss Sis waved his wand again, and following the cast trajectory of the 'Valishing Curse', these residues disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When he reached the end of the tunnel this time, Weiss did not wave his wand again, but stared up thoughtfully, as if standing there waiting for something for a long time, until the dark tunnel There was another slight knocking sound, and then he nodded in satisfaction, and walked back to Hogsmeade without the slightest hesitation.

...Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office...

"Albus..." With the sound of pushing the door, Moody walked in, but he didn't say much, just nodded to Dumbledore.

"Thank you, old man." Dumbledore said with a smile, then stroked Fox's head, and said softly to it: "Go..."

Fox groaned softly, lightly pecked at the old man's fingers, opened his wings fiercely, and disappeared quickly, wrapped in flames all over his body.

"Are you sure?" Moody glanced over Fox's remaining flames in the air, his ordinary eyes fixed on Dumbledore, and he held his huge magic eye tightly in his palm.

"Yes," Dumbledore sat back on his armchair, closed his eyes slightly and said slowly after a moment of silence: "Tell him, he guessed right..."

"What was he guessing?" Moody frowned and stared at the silent Dumbledore.

"..." Dumbledore didn't answer right away, but after a while he said something else: "Old man, Harry left it to you."

Moody was stunned for a while when he heard the words, then put his magic eye back on and stared at Dumbledore for a long time, then turned and left the principal's office without saying a word.

...the three broomsticks...

"Don't forget to turn off the lights when I tell you to leave! I almost set my tavern on fire just now!" Ms. Rosmerta stood at the door of Wes's room with her hips in her soft wine-red pajamas and reprimanded Wes who just came back .

"It's on fire again?" Weiss asked in surprise, and then asked a little nervously, "How much did it burn this time?"

"My tavern almost disappeared!" Ms. Rosmerta said angrily, pointing to the room that still smelled of burning.

"Well, it's okay, don't worry, don't worry, I will pay for it!" Weiss put his head in and looked at it, then waved his hand indifferently and said, then calmly pointed to Ms. Rosmerta's pajamas and said: "You Don't you feel like you're gone?"

"You little pervert!" Upon hearing this, Ms. Rosmerta immediately looked down at her pajamas, and then rushed back to her room, closing the door firmly.

After watching Ms. Rosmerta close the door, Weiss walked back to her room without staying in the corridor. After closing the door, she began to scan the entire room.Although there was no light in the room, under the dim moonlight, Weiss immediately found his lost gem-encrusted sword on the bed.

"The workmanship is awesome... There is one missing ruby ​​here... Well, I shouldn't be able to see it..." Weiss put the pot of wild flowers in his room on the window sill, adjusted its good angle, and picked up the chair on the bed. The sword looked carefully, and after confirming the state of the sword, he immediately changed the other identical sword on his bedside table back to the original branch, and folded the branch into small pieces, and inserted it into the flower pot. Not impressive at all.

…the next day, Hogwarts…

"You two, watch it for me! If someone comes, please notify me according to the method we agreed!" Draco stood in front of the Room of Requirement and said to the two girls in a low voice, "This time, Mr. Kabrev gave me Your plan will definitely be able to successfully repair it! This is the last time you have become like this! Cheer me up!"

"You always say that..." A brown-haired girl lowered her head and muttered in a voice not much louder than a whisper.

"Crabbe, you can ask your stomach for your opinion! Mr. Kabrev gave you both at least 10 Galleons! If Mr. Kabrev didn't let Pansy get involved in this matter, it wouldn't be his turn It's up to you to earn this Galleon!" Draco glanced at the girl who lowered her head and complained, and said sternly, at the same time subconsciously touched his money bag, and kept it more concealed with a guilty conscience.

"Draco, you go, we will be here." Another blond girl saw that Draco was a little angry and quickly comforted him.

"Hmph, don't be the same as last time, and notify me immediately when you see that old woman playing divination!" Draco snorted coldly, turned his head and walked into the Room of Requirement.

...Malfoy Manor...

"Sissy, do you think your son can be repaired today?" Bellatrix Lestrange sat on the carved armchair, staring at the dark cabinet in front of them without blinking, her tone full of irritated: "My wand is going to rust!"

"Mr. Kabrev has sent a letter. This is the last time. If it can't be repaired again, we will abandon the plan for this cabinet." Narcissa Malfoy also stared at the disappearing cabinet without blinking, and casually put Passed over the parchment: "It was actually successful last time..."

"You call the transmission of a half-dead bird without wings a success?" Bellatrix rolled her eyes fiercely, made a disgusted expression, touched her neck and said, "I tell you! Don't trust that brat too much! He nearly broke my neck once! Twice!"

"But the master believes him." Narcissa glanced back at Bellatrix casually, and then quickly added: "And the repair method is a plan agreed and decided by the master. Isn’t the parchment the one you brought to the master?”

"...That's right." Bellatrix was silent for a while and gritted her teeth: "But I still hate him!"

Narcissa looked at Bellatrix's gloomy look and didn't say much, she just remembered the words left by Wes at Christmas: I want Draco not to get involved in the killing, Then you have to let him have a very important 'job', and then, no matter who here has an opinion on this matter, you have to find a way to ensure that Draco continues to be 'busy'.

Under the watchful eyes of the two women, there was a sudden sound of chirping and flapping wings from the carved black cabinet.

In an instant, the two women rushed to the front of the disappearing cabinet. After taking a deep breath, Narcissa slowly opened the cabinet door with trembling hands. Just as the cabinet door opened a crack, a snow-white bird appeared It flew out of the middle, circling and dancing in the hall while screaming crisply.

"Successful?" Bellatrix stared blankly at the bird flying in the sky, then immediately took out her wand in joy, and excitedly released several spells to hit the bird and fish it out of the air. The bird whose flight had slowed down carefully examined it with great interest. After a while, when it was found that the bird was indeed intact, it immediately said excitedly: "I will inform the master! The master will definitely reward us! Your son Draco This time it was really a meritorious service!"

"Bella, don't worry! According to Mr. Kabrev, we have to let some bigger objects pass him to make sure it's really safe." Narcissa grabbed Bella who was about to run out. Latrix raised a finger in front of her and said solemnly: "We have to confirm its safety before we can notify the owner. If it is not safe to use, don't you want to be like that bird a few days ago?" ?"

"Of course not!" Bellatrix said immediately after hearing the words, then frowned and thought for a while, with an expression of "I have a good idea" on her face, and then stuffed the bird in her hand In the hands of Narcissa, she rushed out of the door quickly.

"Bella, where are you going? The puppy I prepared is not in that direction!" Narcissa watched Bellatrix's movements in a daze, and said loudly when she was about to go out.

"I'm going to catch some Muggles!" Bellatrix said loudly without looking back, "There are also werewolves!"

"...Don't be discovered by the Aurors!" Narcissa was stunned, and looked at Bellatrix's back and said loudly.

I don't know if Bellatrix heard it. Anyway, she just waved her hand with her back, pushed open the iron door in a blink of an eye, and disappeared in an instant.

...afternoon, the three broomsticks...

Weiss did not participate in the lively tavern for a long time today, but sat quietly cross-legged near the window of his room, basking in the sun while meditating with narrowed eyes, the sword on his knees reflected the Colorful rays.

"Mr. Kabrev, the master asked me to inform you, please go back." A thin voice suddenly came from outside the half-open door.

"Come in, the snowstorm weather in the past few weeks was not good, right?" Weiss didn't open his eyes, and his tone was full of smiles.

"Mr. Kabrev, hello." Peter Pettigrew slowly pushed the door open, with a fake smile on his face, hunched over flatteringly and rubbed his hands: "I'm not feeling well, but I've been staying in the master's room recently. In the house, so nothing..."

"Hehe, that's it, it's good like this. Let's go and see what rewards the Dark Lord will give me, um, you might have one too." Weiss stood up with a smile, and asked after moving a bit: "Lester Lankey Manor?"

"No, Malfoy Manor." Peter Pettigrew shook his head quickly.

"Oh? Malfoy Manor? Wait a moment." Weiss nodded, took out his wand and pressed it to his throat, and said softly, "Rosmerta, I have something to ask you, come up here."

"Please order." Ms. Rosmerta ran up within a few seconds, staring at Weiss with straight eyes, and said with a slight bow.

"Don't leave the door open for me tonight, and then put this potted flower in a sunny place at the door. There will be no sun here soon, and it hasn't been exposed to the sun yet. I will thank you if it is not exposed." Weiss patted it lightly. said the wildflower pot on the lower windowsill.

"Yes." Ms. Rosmerta said, still keeping her eyes straight.

"Let's go, let's get down to business." Weiss nodded, turned his head and pulled Peter Pettigrew, who was staring at Ms. Rosmerta sternly, and quickly Apparated away.

"Isn't this just a pot of wild flowers? Is it worth giving a special order? Wouldn't it be good to dig a clump after death?" As soon as Weiss left, Ms. Rosmerta's eyes recovered, and she stared at the pot that was still in full bloom. The wild flower murmured to herself, and then without thinking too much, she walked downstairs with the flowerpot in her arms. After all, her tavern was still open.

...Malfoy Manor...

"...Oh, a group of unusually familiar faces." Weissyan greeted the dozens of Death Eaters gathered in the hall.

"How does it feel to be a mouse digging a hole?" Yaxley was the first to sarcastically sarcastically.

"Peter, he's looking for you." Weiss patted Peter Pettigrew behind him, pointed at Yaxley and said, "You can tell him about your experience."

"Hehehe..." Peter Pettigrew smiled dryly and did not speak.

"Mr. Kabrev, don't pay attention to them, the master is up there." Lucius came out more and more, pulled Weiss aside and pointed at the ceiling.

"Which one of you has tried this thing?" Weiss nodded to Lucius, without moving his footsteps, but gestured with his chin to the carved black cabinet surrounded by everyone.

"Bellatrix caught a Muggle." Nott pointed to the silent man beside the black cabinet and said, "It's alive and there are no missing parts."

"Isn't this already dead?" Weiss stepped forward and reached out to touch the man's neck. The place where the hand touched was already cold, and there was no pulse.

"It is his honor to be able to serve the master!" Rodolphus laughed wildly, and then patted another wizard who was covered in black robes and only showed a pale and gloomy face, saying: "Mulciber , am I right?"

"That's right, especially if you can die in the hands of the master." Mulciber responded with a stiff and weird smile.

"Well, as long as you are happy." Weiss straightened up and shrugged, staring at the cloudy eyes of the fallen man and said.

"Let's go up, the master is waiting for you, Mr. Kabrev." Lucius said softly beside Weiss.

"Well, I see." Weiss patted Lucius on the shoulder, turned around and left without stopping to take another look.

...top floor...

"Action tomorrow night, I will go." Voldemort stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Tsk, I guessed wrong. I thought I would act tonight. After all, there are so many people gathered on the first floor." Weiss spread his hands regretfully and shook his head.

"How's the tunnel?" Voldemort still didn't turn his head, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"It should be not far below, but there is still a magical barrier under the castle. I am trying to break it. Do you want to go and see?" Weiss thought for a while and said: "The entrance and exit are in Hogsmoor. outskirts, I hid it."

"No, it's useless." Voldemort immediately denied, and after a while he said again: "You go tomorrow night too."

"It will be very embarrassing to meet at that time." Weiss readily agreed.

"That's right." Voldemort turned his head, a pair of snake pupils reflected a palpitating red glow: "Get ready, we will act in a while."

"Isn't it 'tomorrow'?"

"No, today!"

"Horace Slughorn?"

"Oh, Dumbledore!"

"The target should have chosen him a long time ago! After all, an arm is gone."

"It's not too late!"

...Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office...

"The grass is at the door, and the flowers are withering."

"As expected of a young man, Tom is really impatient. It looks like it's only been two days."

"Young man? About 70 years old?"

"Maybe, we're all getting old."

"It's just you, Albus!"

"Well, after all, I'm 110...how old?"

"Ah……"

(End of this chapter)