HP: The Shadow Returns

But love can't save anything.

Virta was so busy every day that she no longer had time to pay attention to what Harry Potter was doing. Voldemort targeted and provoked her from time to time in the school and she had to find opportunities to retaliate outside the school.

Dusava's actions have always been fast and full of execution. Although the Death Eaters are overwhelming Hydera in the limelight, they have begun to accumulate strength in secret.

In the dormitory, Daphne and Huerta had a small meeting. The two sat around a table with a world map on it, and there were many crossed or circled signs on it.

“How is the situation in Germany?”

Virta gently scratched the edge of the teacup with her fingers, raised her eyelids slightly, and spoke without any hesitation.

"Malfoy has a career foundation and local connections there, and Greengrass' power can only account for ten percent at most."

Daphne turned the white-gold head of the family ring on her hand, looking a little uneasy. She knew that the other party must be extremely dissatisfied with the result.

Unexpectedly, Virta frowned. She propped her elbows on the table and slowly rubbed her temples with her fingertips.

"Sir, I can try with Astoria..."

When Virta heard this, she raised her hand to interrupt her, and raised her sharp eyebrows slightly, "She cannot represent Malfoy, Daphne, what we need to control is the real person in power..."

"The Nott family is also on our side, don't forget, Daphne..."

Virta looked at the world map again, her eyebrows turned dark green, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You said a few days ago that many families have approached us, as well as those wealthy businessmen..."

"Yes, we have spread a lot of Voldemort's cruelty and terror. They and ordinary wizards have chosen your protection and rule as the top priority."

Daphne paused, pointed out several locations on the map, and then continued

"Most of them are from Europe, but it doesn't take long for other places to receive these spreads."

"However, the Death Eaters have restrained themselves a lot recently, but they still can't help torturing many marrow wizards, especially...the Lestranges..."

When Virta heard this, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her crooked eyebrows suddenly showed charm, which made Daphne feel a little distracted.

"Dear Daphne, I didn't expect that the opportunity was delivered to me by them. Our people should have evidence."

Daphne came to her senses and nodded.

"Yes, everything is recorded."

The smile on Huerta's face grew wider.

"Then their cruelty can perfectly reflect our kindness. Hydera will not discriminate on blood. As long as we are wizards, we are a family. As for why we resist, we are just not satisfied..."

She raised her eyebrows

"Dissatisfied with the corrupt rule of the Ministry of Magic in various countries, unfair treatment of those powerless wizards, greedy and bribery, they only follow the fragrance of money, and insensitively push the people who give them rights."

"But we are different..."

"We help all those who deserve their rights. We look directly at the truth without hesitation. We are brave exposers."

As Virta said, he slowly stood up holding the handle of the chair and walked on the floor of the dormitory. His elegant and upright figure and generous words were full of persuasion.

"Only me...not...just us"

She turned her face slightly and smiled

"Only in this way can we return true justice to this world..."

Virta pursed her lips, and the green in her eyes became brighter and brighter. "As for killing Dumbledore? Killing Muggle wizards, cruel and hateful..."

Daphne raised her head and met Huerta's gaze. A glimmer of light flashed in her sky-blue eyes, and a smile appeared on her face.

"It's the Dark Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters"

"You're smart, Daphne."

Soon, after Dusawa's communication, Rita Skeeter quickly controlled the direction of many newspapers and public opinion. After contrasting the negative image of the Death Eaters, a perfect organizational image and an extremely attractive bright future emerged.

Jump off the paper.

"Only Hydra can lead the magical world into a bright future???"

"They...really like to make things up"

In the early morning at Hogwarts, Ron was sitting on the Gryffin table. The moment he saw the latest "Daily Prophet" came out, he thought he was dazzled.

"It looks like an internal fight has begun." Ginny quickly took the newspaper and looked at the cruel scene where she accused and reprimanded Bella Trunks of killing a marrow wizard without any coding.

She couldn't bear to put down the newspaper, and after a long silence, a bitter smile appeared on her face.

"If this is the case, our operations will be much easier. They will no longer have time to focus on us."

"However, their reputation has also improved. Many people will misunderstand us if we do that," Neville said in a low voice, holding the flower pot.

"They don't know Hydra's true face at all. Rita Skeeter... is a woman who can control the public very easily and can easily make those people blindly believe in her." Hermione muttered the name, some not so good Memories came flooding back to me.

Harry sat aside. Although hope was rekindled in his depleted heart, he could not express any feelings. It seemed that he had lost the ability to express emotions like a puddle of stagnant water.

He clenched his fist stiffly, and soon a white hand came in. Harry looked at its owner, Ginny's gentle look in his eyes.

He stared intently, and the dry spring in his heart seemed to flow out some fresh water again. The corners of his pale mouth were slightly raised, and the two people's hands were tightly held together.

Ron sat across from them, dryly stuffing a large piece of steak into his mouth and chewing it harshly. Although he felt unhappy, he had no intention of disturbing it.

Ginny may be the only medicine her brother can use to maintain his emotional stability.

Besides, apart from certain factors, Harry is still pretty good...

Compared with the rekindled hope here, in the principal's office, Voldemort, sitting high up in the seat that originally belonged to Principal Snape, with his legs crossed, his expression was not so good. He had today's "Daily Prophet" spread out in his hand. .

His handsome face was full of ruthlessness, and his gold-rimmed glasses shone coldly.

Snape and Lucius were kneeling on the ground, as well as Bellatrix and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, who were specially captured and trembling.

Several people did not dare to breathe.

"My sister really has two brushes, doesn't she?"

Voldemort muttered to himself, the smile on his face became more cruel and cold, and he put the newspaper aside carelessly. The close-fitting suit wrapped his body, and the dark lines revealed the coldness under the gorgeousness.

Everyone could feel his irritation.

"Overnight, friends, just one night... countless people began to find ways to join Hydera and support their ideas and will to reform."

Some of the crazier radicals even had the Hydra Hydra symbol tattooed on their bodies.

The man shook his head casually, slowly put his hands away, and looked down at the trembling men below, his heart filled with cruelty and cruelty.

"My most faithful servant, Bella Rodolphus, you have disappointed me..."

"No...my master..."