[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Entering June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.Everyone is looking forward to the third race which will be held a week before the holiday.Unlike the first two tournaments, everyone now knows what they're going to see - the Quidditch pitch has been torn down and a maze has been built instead.The three Warriors had already been notified of this after Easter, knowing that they were about to face a rather complicated test.

As a warrior, Harry is exempt from final exams.So while the others were reviewing, he was practicing various spells that might come in handy.Ron and Hermione would practice with him when they had time, and they each learned a lot of new spells.

But that wasn't Harry's only concern.In the last maze competition, the trophy had been tampered with, so that when he and Cedric picked it up at the same time, it was sent to the edge of Little Hangleton's grave at the same time.Although it is unlikely that the same thing will happen again this time, it is an indisputable fact that there is still a ring Horcrux fleeing outside.

"Will he just sit back and watch?" Harry asked Voldemort in an almost certain tone. "This is a great opportunity."

"There is no whether, only size." Voldemort said succinctly.It is impossible for him to let go of any opportunity, especially one that is profitable or shows off.There has been no news of the ring for more than half a year, it is absolutely impossible that the ring suddenly decided to stop.More likely, the ring is preparing a bigger plan.

"But even if he can get the news in advance this time, it's impossible to arrest me, is it?" Harry tried to analyze the matter clearly. "It's impossible with him alone—he's got no hands, the others are yours, aren't they?"

"Mostly right, only a few corrections," Voldemort said with a smirk, "The truly loyal ones are in my hands."

"Then he couldn't trust those ex-convict Death Eaters," said Harry.According to normal deduction, the ring didn't know that those Death Eaters in the prison had escaped from prison, so the other subordinates who were at large must not be enough to reassure him. "Alone... what can he do?"

"Believe me, he can do more by himself than you alone." Voldemort shook his finger at him with a mysterious expression on his face, "We just need to be prepared, he will definitely come, no matter what form."

Harry felt that "can do more" is definitely not a good description.If a Dark Lord is expected to do anything good for the people, he must be out of his head.Even with this one in front of him, he felt that it would be good if there were no new accidents. "Do you think he has become stronger? Then he..." Maybe it is possible to have stronger power, and the actions will be more concealed?At least, he hasn't heard Sirius mention the mummy incident for a long time, which shows that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also helpless in this matter-Fudge firmly believes that this is a signal of Dumbledore's mental allergies, and he seems to think that the mummy matter is just that Cover up.

"Undoubtedly." Perhaps few people knew about the ring, but that certainly did not include Voldemort himself.Although he didn't catch the ring, some clues could still be found.

For example, in Azkaban, no one dared to deal with a large number of dementors, but he went and found something that no one else noticed-someone had tried to enter that gloomy prison.Azkaban is full of serious criminals, so far there has been no escape or robbery—except for the only one—who would want to take risks?Is it just for travel?

Of course not.There must be a reason, and an impregnable reason, to go there at great and predictable peril.And the only thing there was people, specifically those Death Eaters who would rather die in jail than change their positions.

After the Quidditch World Cup, the Ring must have sensed that he was outmatched with two fists, especially without the body he wanted.In this case, he needs a helper, definitely not the one who will leave him halfway.In this way, it makes sense for the ring to ignore the Malfoys who are definitely easier to find and turn to more difficult places.As for the dementors - of course, he had a knack for dealing with dark creatures, and it would be all right to verbalize them and let him go in and have a look without telling the Ministry of Magic about it.

And as soon as the ring goes in, you will find that he has been preempted again.He'd find that the people he needed weren't there, and the Fudge government had been hiding it from the outside world for a long time, and was recently preparing to start falsifying death certificates when the time was right.

Fudge had a good idea, as long as they got this thing out, whatever bad things the Death Eaters did outside would be able to deny that it was the ministry's fault.They just have to insist that these guys are a new bunch of evil guys.

Of course, Dumbledore would not approve of such an approach, but his focus is not on deceiving the public, but on Fudge's plan to reduce the manpower and funds of the Death Eaters who secretly searched for escapes and the mummy makers who suddenly disappeared.It seemed to him that both had to be done, no matter how much time and effort it took, but Fudge was clearly getting tired of it.

After all, although the positions are relatively similar, the interests and goals of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix still conflict.

The Minister of Magic's weak methods and inability to cover up are not Voldemort's concerns, and he will not stop the other party like the Order of the Phoenix, because it is in his interest.The existence of a sufficiently stupid opponent is to help him and provide him with enough buffer time.

Think about it, the Ministry of Magic lied that the Death Eaters had died in Azkaban, so the Death Eaters would actually erase the previous stains, and it would be easier to do what they wanted; and if they were exposed by the Order of the Phoenix, It's not their fault either, as this is all done by the Ministry of Magic.As for the public reaction, there is no need to worry. Neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Ministry of Magic want to see the Ministry of Magic discredited-this will lead to chaos in the wizarding world. Without the previous order, there will be more things to consider. More, more bad things will happen.

Let the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry hold each other back, Voldemort thought grimly.He didn't need to kill all the members of the Order of the Phoenix now, but he didn't need to reduce their workload either.To be honest, he only cared about the progress of those die-hard Death Eaters.After nearly two years of intermittent adjustments, the vast majority of people have adapted to the new work mode - no longer through those eerie and terrifying, but through obvious means to make people surrender.

The best example is Barty Jr. His acting level is so good that it is impossible for anyone to connect him with the previous person who was imprisoned in Azkaban at the age of 19 and died.Voldemort could have designed such a way for other people to get out of prison, but there were too many people and the time was too long, so he finally gave up and chose the relatively risky method of directly breaking out of prison.Because he could predict at that time how the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic would react.

So now, think what the ring would think of him - a sinister man, a cunning impostor, who took his name, deceived his servants, and justifiably took his place in some way ——

What could be more irritating than this?How could the ring do nothing?

"On the day of the final, I will send Barty Jr.," Voldemort said finally.He tried to avoid telling Harry about these power struggles behind it, not because he was worried that Harry would reveal it, but because he foresaw that Harry would not be happy knowing this.As long as he tried to avoid using drastic means, Harry wouldn't be too angry when he found out later. "Relax, this trophy won't take you anywhere else."

Harry nodded.Speaking of Death Eaters, he naturally did not doubt Voldemort's management ability.After all, this organization is the magnified embodiment of Voldemort's personal will.This is j□j on the one hand, but on the other hand, as long as he can get Voldemort to stop doing those things, it's the same as Death Eaters not doing those things.It makes things a little easier, which isn't bad at all, does it?However, he was still prepared, in case he encountered a soul piece in the maze.

In fact, race day went very well.The people from the Ministry of Magic included Bagman and Crouch who were coming, Barty Jr. in disguise, and Minister Fudge.Families of the warriors were invited, not just Sirius, but Krum and Delacour as well.This group of people were all sitting on the rostrum, condescendingly looking down at the labyrinth, which was almost three stories high, with great interest.

According to the scores in the first two rounds, Harry was undoubtedly the number one, and he was [-] points higher than Krum who was in the second place.So he was able to enter the maze first, and everyone looked at him as if he had won the silver cup - because Harry's performance in the first two rounds was amazing.

Harry himself was very confident.Because in his opinion, this is much simpler than the second project-the difficulty of the maze is a piece of cake compared with Voldemort.He has even persuaded Voldemort to promise that as long as he gets the trophy, he will announce it to the world with a kiss——

So, it should be the kind of relationship he wants!

Buoyed by this mood, Harry ran fast between the hedges, in high spirits.He's dealt with a big blow-tailed snail they've been taking care of for a semester, a giant spider that Ron hates the most, a golden mist that turns heads and feet, and a cloud of air that's somehow sticky - huh Leigh figured it was probably a Boggart, since he wasn't afraid of anything now, and it wouldn't know what to look like to scare him.

It was safe and sound along the way, and of course, the trophy was also safe and sound.

When Harry stood at the entrance of the maze holding the silver cup, he felt the corners of his mouth uncontrollably raised.He could see Ron, Hermione, and Sirius pushing down from the stands, and he could hear the deafening cheers all around him.Then he saw Voldemort get up from his seat - ready to rush up as soon as they announced the result - and all eyes were on the dais, watching Crouch emerge from between the jury, With the scoring results in hand——

Harry suddenly realized that something was wrong.Because Crouch kept his head slightly lowered, and when he raised his head, a crazy smile suddenly emerged from the corner of his mouth.Then he quickly drew his wand, pointing the tip at the sky. "The bones reappear!" he roared.

Following this incantation, many black clouds of smoke suddenly appeared in the night sky, and finally gathered into a skeleton with a snake emerging from its mouth, and a chilling green light shone from its deep-set eye sockets.

Harry was stunned, and there was a moment of silence around him.Then he saw that many people beside Crouch also opened their mouths wide, and the screams had rushed to their throats.The blood on Fudge's face faded away in an instant, while little Barty next to Voldemort took out his wand at an almost invisible speed, a trace of madness flashed across his face——

A red light hit Crouch's forehead.The latter's voice stopped abruptly, and he maintained the posture of reaching up