A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Although the exam is approaching, all students are unable to devote themselves to preparing for the exam. They have to face one problem, and that is the safety of their parents.

In the morning's "Daily Prophet", they had seen quite a few reports, and the people in the castle seemed to be very sure that the person in the newspaper who attacked the Ministry of Magic was Voldemort.

Because their parents were very tight-lipped when mentioning that person's name, and with the propaganda of a few caring people, almost everyone was certain that the dark wizard was the mysterious man.

No matter where you go in the castle, you hear people discussing only one topic, and that is Voldemort's re-emergence, although some details may have been lost (at least three students said their parents saw the mysterious man and his (He also used the Death Curse to kill at least a dozen Aurors extremely cruelly), but other information was accurate.For example, everyone knows that on that day, the Ministry of Magic established a special operations team to eliminate all places where dark wizards may be hiding.

The secret cultivators of Yumbulakang were also well-known to the British magic world for the first time, not only because of their smooth, powerful and unique magic attack methods, but also their excellent action efficiency.

At least more than [-]% of the wizards in the Ministry of Magic have turned to Sochi as the leader of the secret practitioners. They all believe that Sochi is a better leader than Fudge. Most of them are Aurors who are the backbone of the Ministry of Magic. After they lost Scrimgeour, they were like headless flies for a long time.

"I want revenge!" Harry said angrily on the way back from herbology class after hearing the news Ron got from his brother, "He killed my parents, he hurt so many people... …I want revenge.”

"But..." Hermione looked around and lowered her voice, "How should you do it? You should know that he is the most powerful dark wizard, second only to Dumbledore, of course."

"I will find a way." Harry clenched his fists. He felt that the blood in his body was boiling. If Voldemort dared to appear in front of him, he would definitely punch him hard in the nose.

No, one punch is not enough, Harry will definitely smash his face!

"How could I forget that everything I have now is thanks to him, lying on the ground——"

"Shh!" Ron quickly covered Harry's mouth, "Harry, you'd better not take these risky actions. Have you forgotten? He cast a spell on his name, no matter where he is. Even if you call him by his name, he will feel it."

"Then he can do that, and I won't be afraid of him!" Harry said bravely, "And Principal Dumbledore once told me to always use the correct name for things. The fear of a name will strengthen Fear of the thing itself.”

"Of course Dumbledore is right," Hermione nodded and said, "But are you really ready? Are you going to risk everything, forget your parents' hatred, and die just for a moment of pleasure?"

"I - of course not -"

Harry said, his face turning red.

"Then you'd better not call him by his name. Haven't you seen how scared the classmates are when they mention that name?" Hermione hit Harry's arm hard with her thick textbook. "If I were you, I would definitely brace myself for the next Potions class."

"Oh, Potions class," Ron said lazily, "Why do you think Snape will give Harry extra points today for some reason? I guess it might be... because Harry is brewing potions. He cut the material with a knife very brilliantly." He raised his eyebrows, which made him look very happy, "After all, Snape has been using this excuse for a long time in the past."

"I don't find this interesting, and Professor Snape seems to have a bad temper." Hermione frowned and said, obviously she thought that Voldemort's return had seriously affected the mood of the professors, "You didn't see that at breakfast Is that so? He seems to have turned back into the old bat he was last year..."

"Oh, but he always treats Harry preferentially," Ron said nonchalantly.

Harry didn't pay much attention to their conversation. His mind was filled with Voldemort's murder of his parents, and his brain was almost filled with anger.

If it hadn't been for Voldemort, his parents would still be alive. Harry could have grown up with his parents instead of staying with an eye-catching aunt and uncle. He wouldn't have had to live as miserable a life as a house elf. He would have...certainly It won't be as miserable as it is now.

Everything around him suddenly became blurry, as if everything turned bright white, and Harry stumbled and fell to the ground.

Then, a strange feeling appeared.

Harry felt like he was riding on the back of an owl, flying in the bright blue sky, until he flew to a luxurious manor. In the courtyard, he could see peacocks showing off their posture gracefully.The breeze blew against Harry's face, and they flew in joyfully, finally flying in from a chimney of the mansion.

Now they were flying down a dark corridor, at the end of which there was a door... They flew into the door, which was a bright room with rich furniture, a marble fireplace and gilded mirrors.The foyer is large, with portraits on the walls and stone floor tiles almost entirely covered by ornate carpets.

Harry is no longer on the owl's back...

He watched him fly into a chair with its back to him... There were several black shadows next to the chair... They were moving...

A handsome man wearing a luxurious black cloak was sitting on the sofa. When Harry saw his face clearly, he couldn't help but gasped - that was Tom Riddle, the one who always followed Professor Rumple. The teaching assistant next to him.

He only knew so much because he had not communicated with this Riddell. After all, he no longer needed to take thesis guidance classes.

Opposite Riddle, kneeling on the ground was a man and a woman, who looked like a couple, with their hands tightly clasped together.

"This disappoints me... I admit that I am disappointed..." A clear but cold voice came from the sofa.

"Master!" The man on the ground lowered his head deeply, crouching under Riddle's cunning, trembling from head to toe, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Riddle sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Lucius fell to the ground and twisted in pain, but he used all his strength to bite the key without letting out a scream.

His wife and children were here. He could not and did not dare to offend Voldemort. Even a small displeasure from Voldemort would be enough to completely ruin the Malfoy family.