Drinking black tea calmly at Hogwarts

In the living room where the Death Eaters were meeting, Voldemort sat on the main seat, looked at Lucius Malfoy on the right hand with satisfaction, and said, "You've done a good job, Lucius. After the heart-warming speech, our people's morale was greatly boosted, and at the same time, some people who were vacillating before joined our team, and our team is growing day by day."

Lao Ma said modestly: "Under the leadership of the master, our team will become stronger and stronger, and move from one victory to another."

Voldemort was very satisfied with the performance of the old horse, and nodded to him. This scene aroused the envy and hatred of other Death Eaters.

The next moment, Voldemort stood up and scanned the Death Eaters present with icy eyes.

None of the Death Eaters dared to look at Voldemort, and all lowered their heads.

"Someone said in the newspaper that I was sick here." Voldemort said suddenly, pointing to his head. "They were right, but they were also wrong."

Voldemort walked out of his seat as he spoke, and walked around the long table where the Death Eaters were sitting.

"Something is sick, but it's not me that's sick, it's the world that's sick," Voldemort shouted.

Then he said in a calm tone: "This world is sick, those covered-up truths, those mudbloods who have stolen our great magical knowledge and power are viruses, and where is the antidote we are looking for?"

At this moment Voldemort walked up behind Draco Malfoy at the other end of the long table, leaning on the top of the pony's chair with one hand, bent his waist as soft as a water snake, and put his head next to the pony's face.

"Tell me, Draco." Voldemort whispered into the pony's ear, "Did the Hogwarts professor teach you, where is our antidote?"

"It's all up to us to get back the magic fruit," replied the sweaty pony.

"Very well," said Voldemort loudly.

"A spell is justice A spell brings freedom Wherever the wand goes is a wizard's world"

"We have to cut out those parts that are harmful to the overall interests from the wizarding world, just like pruning off the unhealthy branches and leaves of a big tree, and then step them all into the mud"

"Your goal is my mission, my master." Lao Ma was the first to stand up and express his loyalty.

Then the other Death Eaters stood up and shouted together "Your goal is my mission, my master"

"The enemy is Hogsmeade," Voldemort said, pointing to the north with the Elder Wand, "Those people are trying to stop the torrent of history rolling in like the Thames with their weak hands."

"Now, we're going to let them know what power is and what a wizard's power is"

"right now I am"

Voldemort faltered for less than a second, and then continued: "I order you, Igor Karkaroff, to lead everyone to destroy those worms that are overpowering to resist us"

Hearing that the job of commander-in-chief fell on his own head, Karkaroff replied excitedly: "I will bring you back the glory of victory, my master"

Voldemort turned and left the living room where the morale had been mobilized, and then walked back to his room with a bit of a distorted movement, took out a bottle of painkillers from the cabinet and drank it in one gulp.

At the same time, in the student dormitory of Gryffindor in Hogwarts Castle, there were bursts of inaudible groans.

On the bed, Harry was limp and pale, lying limply on the bed like a deflated blow-up doll. His empty eyes stared blankly at the curtains on the top of the bed, and he let out one or two sounds of pain from time to time. groans.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door of the dormitory, holding a bottle of potion in her hand.

Seeing Harry, who was only half alive on the bed, Professor McGonagall shook his head helplessly.

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"Harry, it's time to take your medicine. It won't hurt after taking the medicine."

Harry saw tears in her eyes when she saw Professor McGonagall. She wanted to sit up, but she couldn't make any effort.

Professor McGonagall sighed, put the medicine bottle on the bedside cabinet, then helped Harry up to sit up, and then used the pillow to give

She padded her back.

After settling Harry down, Professor McGonagall picked up the medicine bottle and slowly fed it to Harry, who seemed to be dying.

It took Harry almost 2 minutes to finish a bottle of medicine. After taking a few breaths, he lay down again with the help of Professor McGonagall.

After drinking the medicine, Harry's expression improved a little.

"Does it still hurt?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Harley, who had no strength to speak, shook her head with difficulty.

"You have a good rest, I'll ask Dobby to bring you food later." Professor McGonagall said after heaving a sigh of relief.

She hasn't prepared this kind of potion for many years, and it seems that there is no problem because of hand.

After Professor McGonagall left the dormitory room, Black and Lupine, who were waiting anxiously outside the door, stepped forward and asked, "How is Harry?"

"She's fine," said Professor McGonagall. "Just let her rest for a day or two."

"Oh, I didn't expect such a thing to happen to Harley." Black sighed and said, "If I knew this, I wouldn't let him become a girl."

Professor McGonagall shook her head and said nothing. She had thousands of things to vomit, but she didn't know where to start.

Lupine on the side said worriedly: "We just got the information that the Death Eaters are about to attack Hogsmeade on a large scale, so we have to make preparations in the castle."

"Then Harry..." Black looked worriedly at the door of Harry's dormitory.

"Let Ron and the others protect Harry," Lupine said, "that way we don't have to worry."

Black remembered one thing, and said, "Neville is in Hogsmeade now, and his family moved there by themselves, so we can still let him come over."

After the three made their decision, they began to separately arrange the defense of Hogwarts and notify Ron that they were coming.

At this time, Harry, who had recovered a little, was lying on the bed, two lines of tears slipped down from his godless eyes.

Only at this time did she experience how difficult and great it is to be a woman.

She thought of her mother again, how happy it would be if her mother could be by her side at this time.

"Harry, are you in there?" Neville's voice came from the door of the dormitory, "I heard Professor Lupine say that you are sick."

Harry was startled, and then hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover himself.

Neville walked over to Harry's bed, staring at the big bag made of the quilt in a daze, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Why are you hiding under the quilt, Harry?" Neville asked curiously, "Did you grow cat ears?"

Seeing that there was no movement in the quilt, Neville was very curious. He received a note from Lupine at home, saying that Harry was not feeling well and needed protection when he was in the dormitory, so he felt obliged to immediately rushed over.

Neville thought Harry was just having some innocuous ailment, or else he'd be lying in the school infirmary instead of the dormitory.So Neville guessed that his problem was not serious, and after seeing that the other party didn't want him to see him, Neville guessed that Harry had accidentally turned into a funny look like front teeth or oversized nostrils.

Harry's current reaction made him feel that his guess was right. After so many years of people becoming weird, everyone played around like this in the dormitory.

"Come on, let me see."

Neville knelt on the edge of the bed and reached out to lift Harry's quilt. He found that the quilt was grabbed by the other party as expected.

"Be obedient, let me see"

Neville stepped up his fight for the quilt.

Harley, who had just recovered a little strength, was no match for Neville, and Neville threw her quilt up within two strokes.

Seeing the tearful girl's face under the quilt, Neville was stunned.

In the next second, Neville's eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

Ginny, who was standing at the door of the dormitory, put down her hand holding the wand, said with a sigh of relief, "Harry's innocence is finally preserved."