[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

"How is Ron?" Harry raised his eyes and said to Sirius who was looking at him, "It's been three days."

"What else?" Sirius looked at Harry's wrapped hand, which was severely carbonized, and was scolded by Snape. "He needs some time."

"Who told him those words?" Harry motioned Sirius to sit beside him.

"He heard it himself." Sirius sighed. "Many people in your study group can tell that you are training alone, and Ron is very sensitive to these."

"It's also about the division of labor?" Harry looked at Sirius, but his eyes were very empty.Sirius hesitated, shook his head and said, "It's Norwich."

"You don't have time to go to the party, but Ron and the others did. Norwich said something like a joke a few times. I only found out after asking the twins. They are also-very worried about Ron." Sirius shook his head, "I don't even know how to talk now."

"Thank you." Harry looked at the godfather, "Does he still care about Percy?"

"Don't worry about this matter." Sirius pursed his lips and smiled, "What you need to do now is to heal your injury as soon as possible."

Harry raised his lips and smiled: "I wish the recovery would be slower, so that I could transcribe later."

Sirius nodded, "That way you will worry Snape."

"Harry? What are you thinking again?"

"Remus, why don't you make any sound at all." Harry turned his head to look at the smiling Lupine and the dark vial in his hand. "Godfather, help."

Remus looked at the bottle in his hand, "Sev promised, this time it's sweet." Harry had already rushed behind Sirius, "The teacher gave me permission to recover by myself!"

"You want to add twenty more times?" Remus looked at Harry, then at Sirius, motioning to get out of the way.Sirius looked at the potion in Remus' hand, and his Adam's apple rolled, "Didn't you say that Harry can recover by himself?"

"He's not at Hogwarts now, and the recovery of his own magic power alone will affect the recovery effect." Remus flipped his wrist and pulled out his wand, "Harry, don't let me pour it in for you."

"Then I'll go to Hogwarts—" Harry floated over uncontrollably, and was drugged by Remus with his mouth open.

Sweet, so sweet, Harry felt his throat stuck, "Remus, is this syrup or potion?"

"Did I take it wrong?" Remus looked at the bottle, nodded and said, "I seem to have taken it wrong."

"Remus Lupine!" Harry said with a bitter face, pointing to Remus' weakness, and he lay down directly on the back.Remus chuckled, gave Sirius a wink, and said, "Well, I'll change it."

"I'll follow you." Sirius walked out with Remus with a smirk, leaving Harry to lie on the soft couch in the study and think about life.

"Paul, come out." Harry covered his eyes with his left arm, and there was still some black syrup on the corner of his mouth, "Go and listen to what they have to say."

A bat decoration on the bookshelf fluttered away, and Harry lay on the couch, drowsy. There is actually a soothing ingredient in this syrup?They really don't want to know.Harry closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.

"What happened?" Sirius looked at the people in the pharmaceutical room, "Snape, you, you recovered?"

Snape gave Sirius a white look, "It's only partial, it will take time to fully recover."

"Does Harry know?" Sirius blinked. "He's been worried about you."

"Harry found most of the medicinal materials for Sev's recovery, of course he knows." Remus shook his head, even part of the curse Harry learned was used on Snape.

"Then why doesn't he tell anyone?" Sirius raised his eyebrows, wondering.

"Is it useful?" Snape handed a formula to Sirius, "The locket came once, and he will use this formula to resurrect."

"Didn't Harry call him Tom?" Sirius took the recipe, then gasped. "madman."

"I think he wants to copy Harry's physical characteristics." Remus looked at Sirius. "You know, a wise devil will always find a way to achieve his goal."

"What conditions does he have?" Sirius was stunned for a moment, he is not a fool after all, every word is very simple.

"Voldemort's weakness, his inevitable death." Snape said in a deep voice, "If he is resurrected according to this formula, he will tell Harry. And he will never be the Dark Lord again, only Tom Riddle."

"He could be Tom Riddle in the first place, so why did he use such a method?" Sirius frowned. "Is he worried that Harry will kill him later, so he stays behind?"

"Ask if you know it?" Remus looked at his friend, "There is no need to say these things. No one will admit it."

"I'll find out what Harry means about this." Sirius frowned. "After all, he has a contract with Regulus."

"What if Harry doesn't believe it?"

"Rael, why are you here?" Sirius turned his head, and found that it was only a double-sided mirror that made the sound.

"Harry won't believe it, but he will find out it's true." Sirius scratched his head, "Harry asked me to lie to you back then, so I chose to tell the truth directly. Now that you're here again, it's not embarrassing me."

"I thought you were good at deceiving people." Snape raised an eyebrow, looking at Sirius.

"That's not because you—"

"Ahem!" Remus cleared his throat, "Harry must know about this, but it's best to give him another version."

"What version?"

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Two days later, Harry looked at the Minister of Magic in front of him, "I can't hide this."

"Why? Harry, we have agreed that the mysterious man cannot be allowed to come back. Besides, I am about to hold the World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament. How can such a mess happen when such major events happen frequently!" Fudge looked away Harry's bandaged right hand, and the somewhat black forearm.

"Trouble? The minister thinks it's just a mess? You underestimate Voldemort too much." Draco came out from behind, the corners of his mouth curled up contemptuously.

"Here, Mr. Malfoy, don't want it. Call him whatever you want." Fudge knew that Malfoy was a collaborator, but he now controls three-quarters of the Ministry of Magic. These people have obeyed his command and control all these years. Arrangement, sooner or later, he will make Malfoy have to obey.

"What's that called, Dark Lord?" Draco said with a smile: "The minister might as well take this opportunity to take a step back and let Dumbledore arrange the defense work for the World Cup. For such a big event, it is normal to strengthen the guard."

"Nonsense." Harry smiled and pulled Draco to let him hold his book, and then said: "How can Dumbledore arrange it? Wouldn't it all be members of the Order of the Phoenix? If Voldemort doesn't make trouble , our preparations will be slapped in the face."

"The minister thinks, am I fooling around?" Draco smiled and looked at Fudge, his eyes were slightly slender, as if he was looking for someone to stand by him and refute Harry's joke just now.

"Strengthening the defense of the arena is not a nonsense, of course it is not a nonsense. Since no one can do anything about it, it is also a way to leave it to Dumbledore." Fudge rolled his eyes, and then said: "There is still something to do in my department. ,I'm leaving."

"Minister, go slowly." Harry shook his right hand and smiled, "Pay attention to your body."

Fudge left, Harry looked at Draco with a serious face, and obediently let him change the medicine, "The resurrection medicine that doesn't use blood and bones has been found, but you can't get all the ingredients until you return to Hogwarts."

"Hey, is he in a hurry?" Harry smiled, looked at Draco and said, "What materials do I need to go back to gather?"

"Unicorn horns, basilisk teeth, vampire heart blood, and dragon bone marrow." Draco looked at the shocked Harry, "There are only two things missing now. As for heart blood, yours Same."

"The teeth of the basilisk—" After 2 minutes, Harry sighed leisurely: "The basilisk has been in the Chamber of Secrets for so many years, do you think it has changed its teeth?"

"The Chamber of Secrets?" Draco never expected Harry to ask this.

"Yeah, we don't seem to have been there yet, maybe there is something left by Slytherin in there." Harry blinked, looking at Draco with flickering eyes. I don't want to trouble Roland anymore, but there are other blood races, I'll find him one."

"Do you think any vampire would give you heartblood?" Draco tapped Harry's forehead, applying the ointment to his hands that were already covered in black leather. "It's okay to give him some blood."

"You are so willing to part with me." Harry pursed his mouth, "Is there any reward for making me bleed?"

"What are you going to do?" Draco looked at the person who started to cheat, and the corner of his mouth lightly curled.

"If you think about it, it's not allowed."

"No—" Draco pushed Harry's head away, laughing.

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The Malfoy house, the banquet that Harry attended with gloves on, many people who knew the news tacitly didn't ask anything, but the Weasley family that Harry promised to invite over did not invite.

The World Cup comes after Harry's birthday, which also gives them one last chance to arrange it.Inheriting the ignoring strategy of last semester, Dumbledore did not appear at Harry and Neville's birthday party, and the two children at the end of July did not choose to laugh this time, but let the whole Longbottom The house is in a solemn atmosphere.

"This time, are you really going to stand against Dumbledore?" After everything was over, Neville looked at Harry who walked to the balcony silently, and asked in doubt.

"It's not to stand against him, but to let him know our value and influence." Harry looked at Neville, "Do you still want to be that savior who doesn't know anything and can only listen to arrangements?"

"Dude, you are the savior now." Neville smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I always feel that what we can do is what they allow."

"I hope the facts in the future can prove that this is an illusion." Harry smiled, the corners of his mouth were a little weak, "They all left?"

"No, everyone in the study group is here. They want to know, is our leader not going to be in charge next year?" Neville poked Harry, and the two of them looked at each other and walked back to the living room.

"The progress of the last semester was very good." Harry folded his hands and put them on his knees, "I don't think everyone has any resistance to exchange lectures, right?"

"As long as you don't let Slytherin teach Gryffindor." Hermione shrugged, "I have communicated with Ravenclaw, and the picture in my imagination will kill me."

Harry was helpless, "I didn't mean that. If there is such a match, I can only hear two voices in class. Cut~, hum!"

"Ahem, the point." Ron cleared his throat, and everyone smiled tacitly, "Next year's arrangement, I have several protests here, indicating that we must arrange other activities, especially the upcoming third graders, courses, activities, and Quidditch practice—"

Harry hid his face behind a cushion before it was mercilessly snatched away by Neville.

"Harry, wake up, ready to go." Sirius looked at Harry who was still asleep, "Wake up, you are underage, you must use the Portkey to get there."

"You're not with me, go find your Weasley." Harry squinted his eyes to see the sky, closed the book next to his pillow, and printed it with ink on his face, "I'll apparate there with you , and no one will find out."

"You'd better go to the Ministry of Magic to register traces earlier." Percy appeared in front of Harry's room door wearing glasses, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, there will be trouble when Fudge steps off the stage."

"Then I just don't let him step down until I'm an adult." Harry threw back the pillow again, "When I don't exist, I won't be a light bulb for you, so I'll just sleep for a while."

"You'd better get up now, Draco will be here in a while." Sirius put his hand on Percy's shoulder, as if to go out.

"When he can come, he doesn't exist." Draco was grounded by Lucius after his birthday. Anyway, everything that should be done has been done, and Lucius used the reason that Harry couldn't refute. For the time being, there is really nothing serious about it.