miss foley of hp hogwarts

The last rays of the setting sun fell from the treetops of the Forbidden Forest.

Alastor Moody walked through the night and knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office.

His lips were pursed tightly, his expression looked serious and rigid, and he looked very unapproachable.

"Principal Dumbledore." The first sentence he spoke sounded unfriendly, as if he wanted to interrogate you. "Please take a look at this."

His hand covered with old scars pushed a piece of crumpled paper towards Dumbledore, with a sentence scrawled on it——

"Esperance Foley has joined"

Dumbledore was obviously not too surprised. He pushed the gold-rimmed round glasses with the index finger of the hand holding the quill. The sharp eyes under the glasses looked at Alastor Moody.

"You shouldn't have come to me like this, Alastor, we need to tread carefully."

"No one saw me coming, sir." He replied immediately, pointing to Ace's name on the note in a very sure tone, "But you have to stop this little girl, she definitely doesn't mean to do anything good. .”

Dumbledore put down his pen and fiddled with the strange globe-like instrument that was spinning slowly on the table. "Relax, Alastor, she is more rational than you think - and more than I imagined."

"You knew this already!?" Alastor Moody's face was full of surprise and disbelief. He was shocked that Dumbledore had known about this for a long time and did not stop Ace.

Dumbledore nodded, "She volunteered to join the Order of the Phoenix and became an undercover agent. Alastor, this girl is stronger and braver than we imagined."

"You are using her—after using Fielding and Cathy!"

He angrily put his hands on the table filled with objects, leaned over and looked at Dumbledore, and the globe-like object slipped from the corner of the table.

Dumbledore waved his hand gently, and the instrument that was about to fall to the ground floated up and landed firmly on an empty spot on the table.

"Alastor Moody, you need to know what my purpose is for establishing the Order of the Phoenix. I will stop Tom Voldemort's conspiracy at all costs, even your life and mine."

The angry Alastor Moody stared at Dumbledore, as if he had given up, "Then, please put my sacrifice before that child."

Alastor Moody left Hogwarts, unable to argue with Dumbledore.

So many people have died, including many children as old as Ace. There is no reason why Ace should have special treatment just because he is the child of his colleagues, Fielding and Casey.

In the cool night, a gust of wind passed by quietly, and no one would notice the sudden visitor to Hogwarts or his departure.

Dumbledore looked at the flickering light spots on the instrument with dismay - each light spot represented the birth of a child with magical talent. The magic pens left by the four founders would write their names on the school entrance on the notice.

Dumbledore rubbed his painful forehead. He had suffered from this incurable problem since that day in 1945.

"Great Merlin, I hope my choice is not wrong..."

And Ace, of course, doesn't know all this.

Jerry spreads his wings and takes off from the Owl Room at Hogwarts, heading south.

Ace looked worriedly towards the south hidden by the mountains, hoping that this true and false news could delay Voldemort.

"The power may have been established by the trainers of Hogwarts. For the time being, there is no way to enter Hogwarts other than by storming."

Voldemort pinched the neck of an unlucky guy with some nervous anger,

"Look, a little girl can find out the content, but you can't find any clues!?"

The small note was floating in the air, but no one dared to look up. They sat in their seats tremblingly, fearing that they would become the next unlucky person.

Seeing that the man in his hands was about to die, Voldemort threw him to the ground.

The sound of coughing that was being suppressed spread through this dark room. This was Riddle House, not far from the village of Little Hangleton, above a cemetery.

"Hogwarts! Hogwarts! Damn Hogwarts!" Voldemort roared.

His skin was paler than when Ace had seen him at Malfoy Manor a few months ago, almost as white as a dead man.

What's even more strange is that his originally handsome face has undergone tremendous changes in the past few months. His straight nose has shrunk by almost half, and his lips have become as smooth and pale as his skin.

If you don't look carefully, it looks like it's gone.

Voldemort became extremely weird, and even his temper became much worse.

Obviously, this is a side effect of being addicted to black magic - he must have tortured or even killed many people with black magic in the past few months.

He suddenly stopped roaring, his expression became calm, and he just said coldly: "Find him and get out."

So the frightened people hurried out of the room without making much noise.

Bella lagged behind the others. She stood at the door and tentatively called, "Mylord——"

"I said, get out!"

She was pushed out of the door with a strong force and fell to the ground. The door closed with a bang.

Voldemort hit his head with a painful expression. Under his hood, his black hair had completely fallen out.

Voldemort was completely indifferent to the appearance he inherited from Tom Riddle Sr.

But the side effects of black magic are becoming more and more obvious, especially the side effects of soul division that were once suppressed are gradually emerging.

After a long time, the door slowly opened, and Voldemort walked out from behind the door.

He looked at the crazy Bella sitting at the door, with a trace of disgust in his eyes, and then ordered her.

"Go get Lucius Malfoy, Bella."

……

When Jerry returned to Hogwarts, he brought back two letters——

One was a letter from Narcissa, which was obviously intended to hide the fact that it was from Voldemort.

"Halloween, The Screaming Shack, Severus Snape."

This was an order for Snape to go to the Shrieking Shack alone.

"Damn Voldemort!" Ace tore up the letter and burned it.

She looked at the very strange letter. The letter only showed that it was addressed to Ace, but had no sender.I don’t know what channel this mysterious man used to slip this letter to Jerry.

“Proceed with caution!

——A colleague”

There was only one sentence on the small square piece of parchment that sounded like an exhortation or a warning, making Ace unable to identify the sender.

She had no choice but to let the traces of this letter disappear into the night, leaving not even an ember behind.