war and peace

The author has something to say: Section [-] Burning Fire

Harry represented Wales in the Quidditch World Cup.

For the first time, the mysterious and low-key Mr. Gunter appeared in front of the flash.

You are my most beloved baby...

The Goblet of Fire is blazing, and all this is so beautiful that people forget the imminent crisis.

Harry sat in his aunt's second-floor room on Privet Drive, sighing at the half-steak he couldn't finish before him.There was a variety of other food on the table, toast, cream of corn soup, penne with cilantro, and a plate of tuna salad that looked tempting.But he really couldn't eat that much, and Harry put down his knife and fork, thinking that he should have another serious talk with his uncle and aunt about this issue.

When Harry went downstairs, Aunt Petunia kept emphasizing that he didn't want him to take down the dinner plate. He guessed it was because Dudley would be unbalanced if he saw it.In the living room, the Dursleys were dividing a grapefruit, and the dining table was empty—Dudley was on a diet.It was unimaginable before.His uncle and aunt did not take the opportunity to reduce his rations, but also cooked various rich tastes of food for him every day.

"That..." Harry said, seeing Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia standing up from the table immediately.He suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to say it at this time, so he could only pretend to say: "It's okay, I just want to see if you guys are eating well..."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged a look.Judging from their disturbed expressions, Harry thought they must be wondering if they were making something that wasn't to his liking.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little headache.Voldemort really only came once, right?You really only talked to them a few words, right?There is no threat in the content, right?Then why are his uncle and aunt afraid of being like this?From the cashmere coat at Christmas to the big meals during the summer vacation, compared with the past in his memory, this is really more unexpected than the sun coming out of the west.

"...Then, I'll go up first." Harry really wanted to show them a friendly smile, but in view of the previous experience - the expressions on the faces of the Dursleys would become more rigid, he could only try to keep his tone Be gentle to express your attitude.

Just at this moment, there was a burst of puffing sound.Something white fell on Harry's shoulder. "Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed happily.Then he remembered the Dursleys' attitude towards magic again, and took a wary look at them, noticing that they were trying to keep themselves from looking in his direction.Harry thought that Aunt Petunia would have screamed and Uncle Vernon would have gone after him in a rage about having an owl in the Dursleys' living room.

It was best to wait until after the incident (which Harry felt the Dursleys would probably remember for the rest of their lives) before he spoke to them.He hurriedly left the living room, and untied a smooth rosewood cylinder from Hedwig's lap.Already accustomed to the extravagance of Slytherins—and Voldemort in particular—Harry unscrewed the wax seal, slipped the heavy wooden cylinder into his pocket, and unfolded the small roll of thick parchment inside ( It also has a watermark-like pattern on it).

"Dear Harry:

How was your summer vacation?I think you've had enough time with Muggles, haven't you? "

We're only two weeks away from summer vacation, thought Harry.As for how, he felt that he had gained a lot of flesh.Then he looked down.

"Although I hope you can forget about it, I think it should be impossible. There will be the Quidditch World Cup this summer."

Oh, of course he couldn't have forgotten that!Why did Voldemort always think he might have an accident in Quidditch?

"I received news that the Welsh team wants you to be their seeker. I guess you will receive an invitation letter in a while."

What? ?Harry's eyes widened at the word Wales.What do they mean?The Quidditch group match has already started, they want to change players at this time?And to change to a Hogwarts school team Seeker who hasn't graduated yet?Also, what kind of news channel is Voldemort, why can he always be ahead of the official notification?

If that was true, he would have liked to go.Remember what Charlie told him last time—England lost 390 to Transylvania ten to one, Scotland was beaten to the ground by Luxembourg, and Wales lost to Uganda.Harry can't say that he will win if he joins, and he has never tried to play for club or national team (not counting exhibition games), but he can't be worse than the embarrassing results of the England team.

"It is said that the British Quidditch team is not very good, and Wales is probably the best among them. If you want to go, remember to let me know. We can spend the rest of the holiday together.

miss you V"

The last letter is all the more flamboyant.Harry stared at the initials, and slowly, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.Voldemort, who was basically blind to Quidditch, actually knew that the Welsh team was the best among the three British national teams. This has to be said to be a strange thing.

"I miss you too." He said softly.

Roald Manor at this time.

"Suggested by the captain of the Welsh team?" A man standing by the window asked, with no ups and downs in his tone, and no emotion could be heard.

"Yes, master." Nott stood aside with his hands down, and replied respectfully.

"...I seem to have heard it somewhere..." The man's tone became low.

"It's the captain of the Montrose Magpies who went to Hogwarts last time, master."

There was a silence.Nott quietly raised his eyes to glance at the window, then immediately lowered his head.After the master returned, the attention paid to the savior was extraordinary.Of course, there is a reason for the master to do this, but the attitude is... quite weird.

"This matter must be handled properly." The man finally said.As if afraid that his subordinates would get the wrong idea, he added: "Don't do unnecessary things."

Knott bowed his head to lead, and left knowingly.It's a puzzling turn of events that the Master doesn't care about Muggles and the usual ways of making fun of the past.But guys like Bellatrix didn't say anything - she'd even been in the Muggle world for years!Compared with before, he can get higher social prestige and more benefits, and he is also happy not to be that bad guy.And the current master seems sober and strong, so he just needs to do everything the master ordered.As for the specific reason, he didn't need to know very clearly.

Voldemort's eyes still stayed on the junction of water and sky in the distance.His boy is sure to go, so try to get everything ready in advance.The sky was clear and blue, and the waters of Bristol Bay were dotted with white sails.Everything went so smoothly, he couldn't understand why he chose a wrong path in the first place.He had to admit that it never occurred to him before that things could be done this way.It seemed that only Harry himself was responsible for this change.His boy still doesn't know how he got into his mind before.It's almost there, he can probably consider finding a time to tell the boy the truth about what happened that night.He wants a lover who understands and trusts him with all his heart... He won't let the boy know the whole thing until the last moment, that's Dumbledore's style... Far away, a small white dot appeared in the sky In the middle, Voldemort couldn't help showing a smile.

Dumbledore sneezed unexpectedly at the round table.Snape's report was coming to an end, and everyone at the table followed him.He shook his head to show he was fine, and asked, "Is that all, Severus?"

The dark-haired man nodded silently.Sirius sat across from him, looking distrustful, but said nothing.

"In other words, you don't think Professor Roald is Voldemort?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix stared at Snape in unison.The latter shook his head wearily, "I... can't be sure. If he's really the Dark Lord, it can only mean that he's good at acting."

Dumbledore was nodding his chin with two crossed hands, his eyes downcast as if to stare at the table in front of him. "What's your opinion?" He asked slowly.

Professor McGonagall spoke first. "Maybe I'm wrong, but I really didn't find that Mal Roald was like Voldemort. He and I were studying at Hogwarts at the same time, but we were not familiar with each other, so it doesn't mean anything. The main reason is that , I didn't find any traces of Transfiguration on him. According to Professor Snape," she gave the man a sharp look, "there is a difference in the looks of Voldemort and Professor Roald, isn't there?"

Snape nodded, a lock of black hair falling down his thin cheek.Being undercover can be a tough job, and he's getting more and more worn out these days.However, Sirius was certainly not among those who thought so.

"Of course, there is also Harry's broom. It is said that Tom gave it to Harry, but judging from the spell attached to it, it should come from Professor Roald. All kinds of advanced protection spells," McGonagall The professor showed an extremely fascinated expression, "Many of them come from ancient magic books."

A round-faced wizard took up the conversation. "I haven't met Professor Roald himself, but according to Neville, Professor Roald is one of his favorite professors. He is handsome, knowledgeable, and funny. It's hard for me to draw these adjectives like Voldemort. No," the woman next to him nodded, "From what I know in the past, he should be a very cruel person, isn't he?"

Obviously, this is the Longbottoms.But their colleague in the Ministry of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, obviously has his own opinion. "I just want to mention that Mal Roald and Boggs Chester have a very good personal relationship. It should be said that Chester seems to be in awe of Roald. I don't think this is normal. A deputy of the Auror Division The relationship between a director and a teacher at a Hogwarts school should not be like this."

"You mean, Boggs? Chester is also a Death Eater?" Sirius asked immediately.He had seen them last in Hogsmeade, these two!

"I just think it's a bit unusual. Fudge appreciates Boggs Chester, you know," Kingsley Shacklebolt shrugged. "He helped Fudge solve a lot of difficult problems, and he was very good at catching dark wizards." It's a trick. And in fact, his popularity in the Ministry is almost beyond words. Fudge also intends to train him to be the next Minister of Magic..."

Moody snorted heavily. "Sounds a bit like Barty Crouch," he wrinkled the corners of his mouth, "he wants to become a minister through his Auror achievements...Of course, compared to Crouch, he is likely to be more able to hide own ambitions."

Moody has never looked down upon officials of the Ministry of Magic who do not do practical things, and those who have a desire for power that is stronger than their ability to do things.So it is reasonable for him to make such a guess. Everyone is thinking about their own judgments. "Death Eaters, it's not out of the question. If Voldemort was cleaning out the Death Eaters as he said (Moody's blue magic eyes were fixed on Snape), for an undercover agent, from the Auror It is undoubtedly a very smart approach to do it from the perspective of others. It can kill two birds with one stone and deceive others. As for Roald’s question, my opinion is to nip the danger in the bud. We must maintain a high degree of vigilance!”

"Then let Harry stay away from him quickly! You can drop out of school or anything, the important thing is his safety!" Sirius quickly picked up the conversation.

Dumbledore glanced at him. "Have you told him already, Sirius?"

Sirius paused, then nodded reluctantly.Lupine beside him looked at him, then at Dumbledore, seeming a bit worried.But what he feared didn't happen.

"What did Harry say?" Dumbledore waited intently for his answer.

"He said that he would continue to learn magic from Professor Roald." Sirius told the truth. As for the fact that he still trusts the professor who is suspected to be Voldemort, it goes without saying.

"Harry already knew? Knowing that he is likely to be in a very dangerous situation now?" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, her hand trembled, and the spoon fell heavily into the coffee cup.Almost everyone was as surprised as she was, and Sirius was surprised to see that the most hated face opposite him turned pale.

"He's not frightened at all?" Professor McGonagall added, remembering at last to help her spectacles back up after they had slid down.

"Actually, not at all," said Sirius morosely.His godson basically ignored his advice completely...

Everyone couldn't help but looked at each other.