war and peace

Voldemort was not surprised when Hermione knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. "Looks like Harry told you everything?"

"I don't think it's all of them, but it should be most of them." Hermione walked in, closed the door, and said bluntly, "You have to solve the problem of historical remnants."

Voldemort noticed her movement. "Should I praise Gryffindor's fearlessness?" He stood up, chuckling, "Go ahead of me and bargain without taking any protective measures?" The voice behind him trailed off.

Hermione shuddered unconsciously when she heard what he was implying.The Dark Lord was still the Dark Lord, and he couldn't forget that just because he was usually nice to her.But she finally summoned up the courage to continue what she wanted to say: "But for you, it's just a matter of moving your fingers, and it won't affect anything at all."

"Harry asked you to come?" Voldemort didn't answer her directly.

"No, I came here on my own." Hermione immediately denied. "He probably didn't know what to say to you."

"Then you are here, that is to say, you think you are sure to convince me?" Voldemort casually walked to the front of the bookshelf and began to search. "What gave you such an illusion, Miss Granger?"

This deliberately distanced address... Hermione stopped talking, and she began to bite her lip again.She found her reckless, no wonder Harry was trying so hard to hide his guilt and depression, convincing the Dark Lord was no easy feat.But she doesn't give up so easily, there must be other reasons that will come in handy...

Voldemort looked back to see Hermione blushing, just like when the first year was struggling to find something to say by his hospital bed.Holding the book in his hand, he flicked through a few pages: "Well, maybe you're lucky, I changed my mind. If you promise me one request, I'll agree to you."

This change of attitude was so quick that Hermione blinked several times before she realized it. "Is it related to the Volpes Knights?" she asked tentatively.In fact, what she wanted to ask was whether Voldemort wanted her to join, but she had learned the lesson just now, and she must not say so clearly.

"As expected of Miss Omniscient." Voldemort put the book back and clapped his hands weakly twice. "I think you've guessed what I'm going to say, haven't you?"

"May I take the liberty to ask, how many people are there now?" Hermione asked, her expression not very surprised.She had known for a long time that Voldemort was interested in her, so she had been thinking about it for some time.

Voldemort looked at her appreciatively. "Counting your words, five." Although he didn't express his position directly, the meaning in this sentence was already obvious.

"That doesn't sound like a group that anyone can join." Hermione smacked her lips.Then she raised her head and said firmly: "Deal. As long as you can do it, I will join."

"Simply!" Voldemort almost laughed at her deliberate, critical gesture.He could see that Hermione was trying to save her face. "I thought you might have to think about it for a while."

"I just trust Harry." Hermione pouted.She keenly felt that the atmosphere had changed, and her courage grew accordingly.The pure-blooded Dark Lord dared to invite a Muggle-born wizard to join her, so why would she hesitate?In other words, she has confidence in her own judgment.

There are still nearly two months left in the summer vacation, and everything is running according to their normal track.

Even if the Order of the Phoenix already knew that Chester was a Death Eater, Chester's position as Minister of Magic was still firmly seated.Because he has no criminal record and has a brilliant resume, he has firmly ranked first in the polls initiated by all media media.And the Order of the Phoenix would not be able to define him as a Death Eater based on his master's words, because he never said anything about Voldemort or the Dark Lord after he took off his mask.He is so cautious and impeccable, it is simply amazing.

As for the other Death Eaters, the Lestranges all returned to their respective positions.The Order of the Phoenix also began sending people into the Muggle world for reasons we all know.But what is more unfortunate is that the members of the Order of the Phoenix who can dress themselves according to Muggle aesthetic standards are all employed in the Ministry of Magic and have no time to spare, so the first thing they have to do is to study dress etiquette seriously.

The threat of war was lifted, and Hogwarts resumed normal school hours.As September begins, students return to school on the Hogwarts Express.What surprised them was not only Harry, who had suddenly grown several years old, but also the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - none other than Mr. Gaunt they had met before.

The nympho girls almost screamed when they saw him in the teacher's table at the start-of-term dinner.Professor Roald's resignation was certainly disappointing, but his successor was even more disappointing.Well now though, Mr. Gaunt looks rich and powerful and handsome, there's only one problem - he's already married.This is really a pity that they didn't listen to Dumbledore's opening speech at all.

"Fortunately, you have announced it." Hermione cut off a piece of lamb chops. "I think they look at...Professor Gunter's eyes like a money fan seeing a big mountain of gold." She said bitterly, and dismissed such people.

Harry was surrounded by many people asking questions from the beginning. Although he was grateful for their kindness, there were really too many people.Now that he was free to eat something, he stuffed a large piece of carrot toast into his mouth. "I'll see who can make it," he replied in a muffled voice while chewing. "That guy is too difficult to deal with!" If you don't catch him, he was occupied by Voldemort for the whole summer vacation-don't think about it, it's all kinds of learning tasks.Even if he said he wanted to skip a grade to graduate, he didn't have to be so ruthless, right?

Hermione smiled.She spent almost the whole summer vacation in Hogwarts, of course she knew why Harry was so angry. "You're quite confident! I'm so glad to see that." Then she went on, her tone becoming a little regretful: "It's a pity that there is always someone missing... I will never see Tom again?"

Harry came back, but Tom and Professor Roald, who were missing at the same time, never appeared in everyone's sight again.Dumbledore's explanation for this is that the former transferred to another school and the latter resigned.This reason can only coax people who don't know anything; the actual situation is that after soul fusion, it will be more laborious to control two people at the same time for a long time, and this has become unnecessary.

"Very likely." Harry swallowed his toast and took another sip of pumpkin juice.He moved a little hastily, and a drop of liquid splashed on the prefect badge on his chest.Just as he was about to use his wand to solve this problem, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person on the long Slytherin table opposite who was looking this way.The eyes of the two met in the air, and then the other side moved away guiltily.

Harry looked at himself, then at Hermione. "What's wrong with Malfoy?" he asked quietly.According to the direction of the other party's eyes, either looking at him or looking at Hermione.It can't be that he is interested in his prefect badge, right?

"What?" Hermione didn't notice the question, completely confused: "What's wrong with Malfoy?"

Harry couldn't think of anything in him that would attract Malfoy's attention.Hermione is the prefect of the sixth grade, he is the prefect of the fifth grade and the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but what does it matter?Harry was puzzled.

At breakfast the next day, the owl flew in as usual to deliver the package.Harry glanced at him, but there was no snow-white figure, so he continued to eat with peace of mind.A barn owl dropped beside his milk glass a roll wrapped in brown paper, and Harry knew it was Hermione's subscription to the Daily Prophet, a habit she'd picked up after the two disappeared.

"Look what's going on today..." Hermione unwrapped the paper as she bit her bacon.She glanced a few times, then stopped suddenly, and let out a suppressed exclamation: "Oh!"

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Harry asked. "Any breaking news?"

Hermione handed him the newspaper and pointed to a place on the second page: "Here, read it for yourself!"

"The Volpes Knights Foundation is officially established..." Harry almost spit out milk when he saw the headline.He was so taken aback that he stared blankly at the headline for a few seconds before looking down. "Lucius Malfoy, the executive chairman of the foundation, said a few days ago that this is a newly established charity organization. Their current scheduled affairs include a welfare home specially established for orphans in the magical world, pensions for war martyrs, and child support for future generations , In addition, there are special scholarships for outstanding Hogwarts students..." Harry glanced down, "...Most of the foundation's funds come from donations from ancient magic families, including the mysterious chairman of the board."

Harry rubbed his eyes and looked again carefully.It was obvious that the name was Voldemort's handwriting, no wonder Hermione was so surprised... He looked up, and someone in the teacher's bench was nodding and smiling at him.Well, he was the last to know again!The scope of this foundation is very wide, but Harry can still see the vague direction in it.His eyes fell on the name, Lucius Malfoy...

"Tell me the truth, Hermione, did you do anything after July [-]th?" Harry asked coldly.He was sure now that it was Hermione that Draco Malfoy was looking at yesterday.As for why he noticed Hermione, yesterday he didn't understand, today he understood - if Hermione had approached Voldemort for this, and the latter just happened to want to recruit her, it would all make sense.Draco Malfoy probably knew from his father that Hermione was officially favored by Voldemort.

"Yes." Hermione admitted bluntly. "I went to find Voldemort." In order to prevent others from hearing, she lowered her voice: "I asked him to solve the problems left over from history."

"You're crazy, Hermione!" Harry was taken aback.He dared to speak to Voldemort in such a tone, he really didn't know whether he was too cautious or Hermione was too impulsive.But at the same time, he was very moved, because Hermione did it from his perspective. "It's too reckless, don't do this kind of thing in the future."

"Don't worry, just this time, it's hard for me to imagine that I actually did it." Hermione pressed her chest, showing a look of fear, and then laughed again: "He fulfilled his promise, then I It’s time to honor mine.”

"Hermione..." Harry didn't know what to say.He felt his deep-seated worries disappear, crumbling like icebergs.He can probably guess what Hermione's promise is... Hermione must have seen his mood, so she took such a risk.

"What's the matter?" Hermione looked at him amusedly, "Don't let me hear too much thank you, I don't want to die because of being jealous." She boldly made a joke, and then motioned Harry to look Teacher's seat.

Harry looked up.The handsome black-haired young man who was talking to Dumbledore seemed to notice his gaze and turned his head.Then he raised the wine glass in front of him, with a faint smile on his lips.