Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 308 Penny Evans

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

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

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

Passing through the heavy iron door, we came to a luxuriously decorated room, except for the exquisite sofas and coffee tables placed in the living room.

The most eye-catching thing is the magnificent fireplace inlaid in the hall. It doesn't look like a stove, but more like a sealed door.

Harry walked into the fireplace with a silly smile, grabbed the sparkling powder in the silver bowl next to the fireplace, and threw it at his feet.

With a whoosh, green flames jumped out from under his feet, covering his whole body in it.

"church--!"

The green flames roared into a terrifying whirlpool, and Harry's figure disappeared instantly.

"Ding-a-ling--! Ding-a-ling--!"

Ministry of Magic, Floo Network Authority

Mrs. Acmore suddenly raised her head, and a copper bell was ringing desperately, which meant that an illegal fireplace was being transferred.

She looked at an automatically running typewriter not far away, typing on the keyboard.

After a while, a note came out of the exit. Mrs. Aikemo picked it up and took a look, and her face immediately became serious.

She walked nimbly through the busy office with the note in hand. A poor colleague was pressing the copper receiver hard to his ear.

He is responsible for monitoring Floo network communications, but the people chatting on the Floo network recently are a group of Indian wizards. God knows where they learned their English. They have an indescribable smell.

The monitor was in agony over this, and what was even more frightening was that Mrs. Aikemo greeted him yesterday, and his words also had that flavor!

Paying attention not to make a sound, Aikemo quietly bypassed him and took the note to the emergency communication office at the door:

"Mr. Minister, I have just detected an unauthorized fireplace connected to the Pureblood Home. It is also worth noting that this fireplace is activated from Hogsmeade -

I think this should be a serious illegal act. "

On the other side of the receiver, Fudge stood with a silly smile similar to Harry's and said slightly stiffly:

"No need to pay attention, this is a secret operation carried out by a special envoy of the Ministry of Magic."

"Special envoy? Secret operation?" Aikemo frowned. This was not in line with the procedures and rules.

"Yes, it's a matter of confidentiality. You don't need to know. Or are you questioning the minister's order?"

The last sentence may have awakened Fudge's instinct, but he said it quite fluently, full of the 'majesty' of a minister.

"Okay, Mr. Minister, I understand." Mrs. Aikemo's sense of responsibility was exhausted at this point, and it was only enough for her to put forward her own opinions once.

She ended the call, stared at the note in her hand for a while, shook her head and smiled to herself:

"Ministry of Magic Code - what do they have to do with me?"

A small flame suddenly lit up on the note, and then she let go of her hand, watching it slowly turn into ashes.

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

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

Unfortunately it can't last long, unless the Ministry of Magic is in fact under the control of its master.

Greengrass felt a little regretful. The Ministry of Magic was not a fool. It had many safeguards in place to ensure that the Minister of Magic was not controlled by others.

The reason for such a setup is because the minister has too much power and there are almost no restrictive factors, except for the Wizengamot which can barely balance it.

The Ministry of Magic is simply the minister's dictum. As long as you want, you can issue many outrageous decrees, such as forcibly appointing the headmaster of Hogwarts, banning gatherings of young wizards, etc.

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

"The minister ordered the Auror department to prohibit going to Hogsmeade and participating in any activities organized by Dumbledore. Let the reporters from the Daily Prophet come over. The minister wants to make an important speech!"

Tsk tsk tsk. Greengrass smacked his lips and wrote like this, but he didn't know if those Aurors would be obedient.

Although the minister has great power, if others don't listen to you, there is nothing you can do.

Greengrass turned the ministerial order into a paper airplane and flew it out. Then the next thing was the last thing.

"Department of Mysteries, I am Cornelius Fudge, delivering the orb involving Harry Potter to the Minister's office!

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

Fudge roared angrily at the signal of the Imperius Curse. Unfortunately, the Department of Mysteries remained unmoved and insisted on principle, requiring Fudge to be present.

Okay, it doesn’t seem to work, but that’s normal. Everything involved in the Department of Mysteries is top secret. If Fudge’s call alone can make the Department of Mysteries work, then it means that the entire Ministry of Magic is rotten. .

There are things like the use of goblin technology - anti-thief waterfalls, and a variety of detection methods to prevent the Minister of Magic from being controlled by someone or the Polyjuice Potion.

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

What a pity, but it doesn't matter. Greengrass stood up, elegantly arranged his clothes, held the slender chain of the gilt pocket watch with his fingers, took it out and took a look.

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

Greengrass bowed slightly politely, as if saying hello normally, and came to the end of the minister's office - there was a very beautiful fireplace there.

This is the special fireplace for the Minister of Magic. There will be absolutely no surveillance and it will be absolutely safe.

As one of the three unforgivable curses, the power of the Imperius Curse should not be underestimated. Greengrass estimated that there would be no problem if the effect lasted until the speech was completed.

So he picked up a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fireplace, and suddenly turned around with a mocking smile:

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

Greengrass seemed to have accomplished something very happy. He hummed a tune in a good mood, and then he walked into the fireplace:

"church--!"

The fire was noisy, and in the blink of an eye Greengrass was no longer in the fireplace. Only Fudge still had that happy, silly smile on his face, waiting quietly.

Harry blinked, freeing himself from the Imperius Curse.

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

Glasses, where are my glasses? Why did I hear a group of people laughing?

Doesn't this look like a circus?

He squinted his eyes to see more clearly, but he felt pain all over his body, as if he had been knocked away by a crazy Tebbo warthog.

There was even a burning pain on his cheek, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

My face seems to be swollen.

In the end what happened? Didn't I watch the circus show with my friends in Hogsmeade?

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

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

Although this action caused him great pain, Harry still said subconsciously: "Thank you——"

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, because the person who put the glasses on him was a person who looked very familiar.

"Bella? Are you Bellatrix Lestrange?"

Harry exclaimed, this was the most wanted criminal in the Ministry of Magic, and his photo was still hanging on the third page of the Daily Prophet.

"Hahahahahahaha -" Bella shook her head and twisted her body exaggeratedly, squeezing her throat and imitating Harry's tone: "Bella? Bellatrix Lestrange?

Look at that, he looks like a complete idiot—"

Harsh laughter came from all around, and Harry realized that not far away, a group of people wearing cloaks and hoods formed a semicircle, as if Bella had told a very funny joke and was laughing wildly in response. With.

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

This seems to be a church. The place where the pulpit was originally is a huge crucible, so big that it can even hold an adult.

There is also a cross floating above, and hanging upside down on the cross is a man wearing a white priest's robe. The priest's robe has been soaked with blood, like a red bloody garment.

But what he saw next made him scream again:

"Aunt Peppercorn? Dudley?"

Although half of the face of the person tied up not far away from him was mangled and dripping with blood, the other half of his face, as well as the clothes on his body, were clearly Petunia Dursley, his aunt.

There is also the fat figure in the corner, arching like a caterpillar, wearing Smelting's red uniform, who is it if it's not Dudley?

Why are Dudley and Aunt Petunia here?

Harry felt a headache that almost split open. He lowered his head and twisted his body in pain, trying to cover his head. At this moment, he heard a cold, proud voice:

"Welcome - welcome, Harry Potter, to our little, insignificant party!"

Harry endured the pain and looked around, only to see a tall and thin figure standing behind the crucible. When he saw him for the first time, Harry groaned again, feeling that he It seemed as if a red-hot iron stick had been inserted into his head and stirred vigorously.

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

That's Tom Riddle - Lord Voldemort!

"I think everyone knows him. Dumbledore said this boy is my nemesis, right?" Voldemort said softly, his red eyes staring at Harry. "You all know that on the night when I lost my magic and body, I want to kill him.

His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently giving him some kind of protection that I admit I didn't expect... I couldn't touch that boy. "

Voldemort suddenly raised his hand, stretched out a slender pale finger, slowly, slowly approached his forehead, and then pressed it hard!

The cold fingertips touched Harry's skin - nothing happened, but Harry only felt his headache getting worse.

Voldemort smiled proudly and continued to talk to the Death Eaters.

“Friends, I admit that I miscalculated.

My spell was deflected by the woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back onto myself.

Ah... the pain exceeds all, my friends, my spell is so powerful that nothing can resist it, not even myself.

I was stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul...but I was still alive.

What I am, I still don’t know... I am the person who has gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality.

You know my goal - to conquer death! "

The Death Eaters murmured in awe, hunched over, not daring to look at the Dark Lord who seemed to never die.

"So I want to come back. In fact, when my loyal servant finds me, I can be resurrected at any time, but no. I want to take back what I lost with my own hands!"

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

I don't think our little friend Mr. Potter knows it - he is so well protected.

A long time ago, when Dumbledore was considering arranging the boy's future, he specially designed a protection plan.

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

As long as he calls the place where that stupid Muggle woman is home, he will be protected and I won't even be able to touch him..."

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

Voldemort laughed proudly again. He quickly walked up to Petunia, used his wand to force her to raise her head, like a snake, and gently spit out the poisonous letter:

"Petunia? I think you are calling this a stupid name, just like when I killed your sister, the witch named Lily, it was a stupid name."

Penny's palms suddenly grabbed her clothes tightly.

"Petunia, tell me. Do you hate Dumbledore? Do you hate Potter? It was they who dragged you into the bad situation you are in now - tsk tsk tsk, look at your face" Voldemort said regretfully: "Look Looking at it, I guess Dumbledore is reluctant to spend a penny to buy a potion to treat you.

Because that old fool still adheres to the principle of confidentiality between wizards and Muggles——"

Petunia's breathing became rapid, and Voldemort's voice became softer:

"Do you want revenge? Do you want to come back with revenge? I can help you~!"

He conjured a gleaming dagger and gently let it spin in the air:

"As long as you want - you can use this knife to stab Potter hard several times. After all, it was him who caused you to end up in this situation. He owes you -"

This was the meaning of Voldemort keeping Petunia. He wanted to watch his family members who were supposed to be close to each other fight each other, he wanted to see what Dumbledore admired was just a piece of shit, and he wanted to see the man who boasted of being omnipotent. After all, love is no match for selfishness.

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

Voldemort only felt a faint feeling of humiliation in his heart. His face suddenly darkened and he no longer looked interested, but he still showed rare patience and added the reward:

"If - if you go and stab Potter's disgusting face - I will let you and your pig-like son go. Is it called Dali or Dadi?"

Petunia suddenly opened her eyes. With only one eye still intact, she stared at Voldemort. She was trembling with fear, but she still said word by word:

"His name is - Dudley Dursley! He is the son of Vernon Dursley. He will be an amazing man in the future!"

The Death Eaters burst into roars of laughter, but no one noticed that Dudley, who was hiding behind them and trembling, suddenly 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 huge pain in his body, and his heart was full of guilt and despair for Aunt Petunia, because it was really because of him that Petunia's family was involved. Without him, their family would have lived a very difficult life. Pleasurable, right?

Moreover, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon really hate themselves. In their limited memory, life at No. 4 Privet Drive has never been pleasant, with dark cupboards, narrow stairwells, and neither hunger nor enough to eat. life, and endless housework.

So Aunt Petunia should probably pick up the knife.

Sure enough, he heard Penny's unpleasant voice:

"Give me the knife!"

Voldemort laughed wildly and untied Petunia's restraints, and presented the knife in front of Petunia:

"Wise choice!"

Dudley quietly raised his head and watched his mother staggering towards Harry with a magic dagger that looked extremely sharp at first sight.

He felt tears all over his face. For some reason, he didn't want his mother to do this.

Harry's heart slowly sank as he looked at Petunia getting closer and closer, and finally it felt like he had fallen into a hole in the freezing cold ice.

If I died, it would be nice for Dudley and Aunt Petunia to get out alive.

Harry thought bitterly.

Petunia's every step was filled with blood. Step by step, she left a line of bloody footprints, and came to Harry, looking at him with her half-destroyed, bloody face and one eye.

Harry closed his eyes in pain and moved his lips to say something, such as that he didn't blame his aunt for making such a choice, but the only thing that came out was: "Aunt Petunia"

"I still hate you very much"

Petunia's voice was very soft, almost a whisper, and Harry listened silently.

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

Under the teasing looks of the Death Eaters and Voldemort, as well as their laughter, Petunia suddenly waved the dagger decisively, using her superb kitchen knife skills that she had practiced for decades, and accurately cut off the ties that bound Harry's hands. rope.

"escape!"

Petunia turned around sharply, picked up the knife and pointed it at Voldemort. Behind her was a horrified Harry.

This nosy, selfish, bullying person suddenly let out a high-pitched scream, and she roared:

“You damn freaks, daughters of the Evans family, would never make a deal with scum!

no way! "

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