war and peace

The night was shrouded, and a cloud of smoky things flew lightly over the sea.It is neither high nor low, and it is advancing with the waves.Voldemort was flying across the English Channel, and this state showed that he was not concentrating on flying.

Grindelwald seemed to say everything, but he didn't seem to say anything.He said the ending could be predicted, in fact, he himself could also foresee it.Troubled by this premonition, not even something as obviously good as the burning sensation cheered him up.The burning sensation indicated that a Death Eater was calling him, a one-way spell of many points to one point, and obviously that point was him—that is, there was no two Voldemorts as he had imagined.In any case, you can breathe a sigh of relief, after all, it does save a lot of possible troubles.This time it was Bellatrix again (she was always rushing to do this kind of thing), and she reminded him very cautiously that there was a Death Eater meeting tonight and everyone was waiting for him.She didn't dare to say that Voldemort was long behind the appointed time.They can't wait and wait, so they can only make this bad move.

Meeting?It seems to be discussing how to catch Harry when the Order of the Phoenix transfers him?Voldemort waved his hand inwardly.This thing is dispensable, he is very clear about Harry's next whereabouts, it can be said that he knows better than Harry himself now.Who made him accept the idea of ​​the savior for so long in those ten years?Of course, he also tried to find Harry who had all the memories through their soul connection, but unfortunately the connection seemed to be blocked by fog, and it didn't work at all.This is probably also the function of the ring, temporarily cutting off the ideological connection between them.

Voldemort thought about these questions, and unconsciously went to the place.Beyond the tall yew hedges, through the black wrought-iron gates like smoke, the Malfoy mansion was at the end of the driveway.There was a light on there, and Voldemort walked straight across the hall (ignoring the astonished expressions of the pale portraits on either side), and then smoked straight through the wooden door with its bronze handle, stopping without a pause in front of the fireplace in the living room .

"Master." The Death Eaters called out respectfully as they watched a figure gather in front of the fireplace.

Voldemort's back was turned to them, and the flickering fire in the fireplace cast deep shadows on his face. "How is it going?"

This should not be the first meeting on this topic.What Snape brought to them last time was selective disclosure of the correct information, probably at the behest of Dumbledore—in order to gain his trust, he could conveniently swap out the Gryffindor sword and get a fake one later. In the vault of the Lestrange family, the real one was sent to Harry.

Voldemort remembered that the last time he had killed a senior Auror in this pursuit - it was like Dumbledore's own death, and he believed that some sacrifice was necessary for the ultimate victory.The plan was still drawn up by Dumbledore, who then instructed Snape to cast an enchantment spell on Mundungus, asking him to bring up the idea of ​​using Polyjuice Potion at a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.Of course, that wasn't how Snape explained it to him before, when he said it the other way around, explaining that Mundungus had leaked the news from his Imperius Curse.To be honest, it is not difficult at all to do this, so he believed it.

The Death Eaters looked at each other.The master's voice sounds... seems to have changed a lot?And when did you change into a robe with a hood?But no one dared to speak out, and everyone swallowed their questions back to their stomachs. "It's already divided into groups, Master. Everyone is on standby. Every day, four people will be sent to monitor No. [-] Privet Drive in turn. If there is any movement, they will immediately notify the others." This is Bellatrix who is still eager to do good work.

"Very good." Voldemort wanted to withdraw the guard posts for other days, but thinking about it again would be too much.Snape has always been cautious, so don't be seen to affect the future trend of the situation.And counting the days, it should be early this morning.He knows what he has to do, and he doesn't need more people to mix it up. "Each team brings someone who is not us, don't wear a mask. Show their faces first when fighting." This trick is really used repeatedly.If you do this, the real Harry will never be able to do it, at most one disarming spell. "Whoever discovers the Disarming Curse, please notify me immediately."

"Yes." The Death Eaters were confused, but still responded in unison.

Snape, who was sitting on the right side of the middle seat, had no expression on his face, but his heart was almost gritted.Damn it, Potter boy!The weakness was caught so quickly!

At this moment, everyone felt a burning pain from the inside of their left arm at the same time.Someone was sending a message... "Apparate, now!" The Death Eaters only had time to hear this before they realized that the figure standing in front of the fireplace had disappeared.

Voldemort was the first to reach Privet Drive.He was floating in the air, looking down at the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had just flown out from No. [-], Privet Drive. There was a Potter in every direction.Compound decoction, not a bad idea indeed.There are seven in total, but only one is true.Voldemort focused his eyes on the biggest target - the half-blood giant and his motorcycle. A head was exposed from the sidecar. Because he was sitting in it, he looked several heads shorter than others.Soon, a little further away, and they will find that they have been ambushed.

At the same time, Harry, who was squatting in the sidecar, was shivered by the cold wind blowing in his face, and finally forgot about the unpleasantness, and began to worry about other people.

When he was first in the house, he tried to tell Ron and Hermione about the strange thing that had happened to him, but even they didn't believe him.

"Man, you must be too nervous!" Ron said, patting him on the shoulder. "Any spell used in Privet Drive will be sentenced to you, and you are the only wizard here!"

"Zongsi, Zongsi! Wizards under the age of 17 will be monitored!" Hermione said impatiently, "The Ministry of Magic is almost under the control of the Death Eaters. If there is really a healing spell, they won't Will pass up this great opportunity to take you!" She was putting glasses on her face, "Oh, Harry, your eyesight is terrible!"

This thing just ended without a problem.Everyone else was preparing to change clothes to cover Harry's evacuation, and Harry himself couldn't think of a reason to refute Ron and Hermione, so he swallowed his words sullenly.

The people of the Order of the Phoenix quickly discovered something was wrong.Not long after they flew out, about thirty Death Eaters quietly surrounded them from all directions.These figures with black hoods seemed to appear in an instant, premeditated - because no one had noticed that there were others before.

There are traitors!

This sentence flashed through the minds of several veteran members of the Order of the Phoenix.But there was no time left for them to think, and the Death Eaters had already struck.For a moment, screams and various green lights filled the air.

Voldemort was suspended in mid-air, keeping a distance from the fighting group.He saw the boy poke his head out of the sidecar and cast a few spells at the Death Eaters who were pursuing them.Judging from the color, it was undoubtedly a stun spell, but it missed.A group of idiots... Didn't I say, let the guy without the mask show his face first?The Death Eaters chased after him again, and this time Voldemort was amazed that he hadn't noticed such a big movement before seeing the huge motorcycle spraying brick walls and dragon fire backwards.

Harry seemed to cast another blocking spell.This time he succeeded, and the hood of the Death Eater-looking figure closest to him dropped.Voldemort looked at him, and saw the boy pause and then cast the Disarming Charm—exactly as he expected!

"It's him! It's him! It's real!" someone yelled, and Voldemort felt the burning sensation again.He closed his eyes, and then began to fall rapidly.The night wind blew the hem of his robe wildly, and at the same time blew away his hood.

Ever since he heard the Death Eater shouting that, Harry has been restless and has been looking around non-stop.Hagrid comforted him gruffly, cranking up the power of his motorbike to shake off the gnawing Death Eaters - they seemed firmly convinced that this Harry was real.Harry seized the gap and fired two Stunning Spells backwards. When he turned his head, he finally saw the person rushing towards them, and couldn't help calling out: "Tom Riddle?"

The man was pale and indifferent.His lips are tightly pursed, his black eyes are slightly squinted (normal eyes!), the side of his straight nose is slightly shaded (Where did Voldemort get his nose?), and the moonlight made his outline so deep that Harry thought for a moment I saw the young Voldemort in the diary.However, after he yelled out, he came back to his senses. In fact, they were only five points alike in appearance, but not everyone can learn that iconic look.

Looks like Voldemort finally knows how scary he looks?So I beautified my face when I had a free time?Harry was surprised that he was still thinking wildly at this moment.But he soon learned that he was far from alone in being surprised.

"Master, master?" The Death Eaters who were chasing Harry and Hagrid were the first to discover it.They finally got used to Voldemort's horrific appearance, and this time they took a quick look and turned into a much younger youth—let's just say, he's really handsome—and he couldn't accept it.

Voldemort paid no attention to the reactions of the others.He held his wand, aiming at a spot behind Harry.The green spell flew out, and Harry dodged reflexively.Then he came back to his senses and tried to fight back, but Voldemort stopped all the spells he countered in the middle of the way, and none of them managed to hit the opponent, and none of them came close.Then Harry noticed that Voldemort's slightly frowning brows were relaxed again, thinking that he must have thought up a new spell, and the impeding spells kept coming out.In fact, if he turned around, he could notice that the spell Voldemort had just cast had grazed the edge of a magical shield below, and the hemispherical thing was now glowing faintly because of the attack.Their destination was coming soon, Nymphadora Tonks' parents' house.

Hagrid fumbled around on his motorcycle, honestly he had a shadow of Voldemort's appearance - he was one of the few people who had seen Voldemort before his disfigurement.He was in the third year and Voldemort was in the fifth year when he was framed to open the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts.The busier it was, the more troubles ensued. The motorcycle was hit on the rear, blew up the sidecar, and finally fell from the air completely weightless.

"Okay." Voldemort stopped outside the shield.He was suspended in mid-air, watching Harry and Hagrid fall into the range of the protective shield with their car.The Death Eater who was chasing the most fiercely didn't have time to brake, and hit the top of the protective shield straight away, immediately got a big bump on his forehead, and then spun around and fell down, apparently fainted.

"Master, that Potter..." The other Death Eaters trembled, wishing they were the ones knocked out.The Savior had fled before them, and they all awaited the ensuing wrath of Voldemort.

Voldemort took one last look at the shield.The magic flow on it is not very strong, he can think of a hundred ways to solve it, but he doesn't want to move now.It's not that he is worried about Scrimgeour, who has not yet been fully controlled... "Let's go, there are other things for you to do." The tone was very calm.Then he turned and left, his figure flying through the air like smoke.

Several Death Eaters secretly wiped the cold sweat behind his back.What is this feeling of being left behind?This is indeed their master, isn't it?