Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

In the living room where the Death Eaters met, Voldemort sat in the main seat and looked at Lucius Malfoy sitting on his right with satisfaction. He said: "You did a good job, Lucius. After the inspiring speech, the morale of our people was greatly boosted, and at the same time, some people who were previously wavering began to join our team, and our team is growing day by day.”

Lao Ma said modestly: "Under the leadership of the master, our team will become stronger and stronger, and move from one victory to another."

Voldemort was very satisfied with the old horse's performance and nodded towards him. This scene made the other Death Eaters jealous and hateful.

The next moment, Voldemort stood up and glanced at the Death Eaters present with his cold eyes.

None of the Death Eaters dared to look at Voldemort and lowered their heads.

"Someone said in the newspaper that I am sick here." Voldemort suddenly pointed at his head and said, "They were right, but they were also wrong."

Voldemort said as he walked out of his seat and walked around the long table where the Death Eaters were sitting.

"Something is sick, but it's not me who's sick, it's the world that's sick!" Voldemort shouted loudly.

Then he said in a calm tone: "The world is sick. Those truths that have been covered up, those Mudbloods who have stolen our great magical knowledge and power are viruses, and where is the antidote we are looking for?"

At this time, Voldemort walked behind Draco Malfoy at the other end of the long table. He held the top of the backrest of the pony chair with his hands, bent his waist as soft as a water snake, and stretched his head to the pony's face.

"Tell me, Draco." Voldemort whispered to the pony's ear, "Have the professors at Hogwarts ever taught you where our antidote is?"

"If we want to get back the magic fruit, it's all up to us!" replied the pony covered in cold sweat.

"Very good!" Voldemort said loudly.

"The magic spell is justice! The magic spell brings freedom! Wherever the magic wand points, the wizard's world is over!"

"We need to prune off unhealthy branches and leaves from the wizarding world just like pruning away the unhealthy branches and leaves of a big tree, and then trample them all into the mud!"

"Your goal is my mission, my master!" Lao Ma was the first to stand up to show his loyalty.

Then the other Death Eaters stood up and shouted together, "Your goal is my mission, my master!"

"The enemy is in Hogsmeade!" Voldemort took out the Elder Wand and pointed to the north and said, "Those people are trying to use their weak hands to block the torrent of history rolling in like the Thames River!"

"Now, we want them to know what power is! What is the power of a wizard!"

"right now I am……"

Voldemort was stuck for less than a second, and then continued: "I order you, Igor Karkaroff, to lead everyone to eliminate those worms that overestimate their capabilities to resist us!"

Hearing that the commander-in-chief's errand fell on his head, Karkaroff replied excitedly: "I will bring you the glory of victory, my master!"

Voldemort turned and left the living room where morale had been boosted, then walked back to his room with a slightly out of shape movement, took out a bottle of painkillers from the cabinet and drank it in one gulp.

At the same time, waves of inaudible moans came from the Gryffindor dormitory at Hogwarts Castle.

On the bed, Harry was so angry and pale, lying limply on the bed like a lifeless inflatable doll. His empty eyes looked at the curtains on the top of the bed aimlessly, and one or two sounds of pain came out of his mouth from time to time. moan.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall opened the dormitory door, holding a bottle of potion in her hand.

Looking at Harry who was only half alive on the bed, Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly.

What's this?...

"Harry, it's time to take the medicine. The pain will stop after taking the medicine."

Tears flowed from Harry's eyes when she saw Professor McGonagall. She wanted to sit up, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Professor McGonagall sighed, placed the medicine bottle on the bedside cabinet, then helped Harry up to sit up, and then used pillows to cushion her back.

After settling Harley, Professor McGonagall picked up the medicine bottle and slowly fed it to Harley, who looked like she was almost dying.

It took Harry almost two minutes to drink the bottle of medicine. After taking a few breaths, she lay down again with the help of Professor McGonagall.

After taking the medicine, Harley's mood improved a little.

"Does it still hurt?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Harry, who had no strength to speak, shook his head with difficulty.

"You should have a good rest. I will ask Dobby to bring you food later." Professor McGonagall said after heaving a sigh of relief.

She hadn't prepared this kind of potion for many years, and it seemed that there was no problem with her hand.

After Professor McGonagall left the dormitory room, Black and Lupine, who were waiting anxiously outside the door, stepped forward and asked, "How is Harry?"

"She's fine," Professor McGonagall said. "Just let her rest for a day or two."

"Oh, I didn't expect something like this to happen to Harley." Blake sighed, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have let him turn into a girl."

Professor McGonagall shook her head and said nothing. She had thousands of things she wanted to say, but she didn't know where to start.

Lupine on the side said worriedly: "We have just received information that the Death Eaters are about to attack Hogsmeade in a large scale, so we must be prepared in the castle."

"So Harley..." Blake looked worriedly at the door of Harley's dormitory.

"Let Ron and the others protect Harry," Lupine said, "That way we don't have to worry."

Black remembered something and then said: "Neville is in Hogsmeade now. Their family moved there by themselves. We can also let him come over."

After the three of them made their decision, they began to arrange the defense of Hogwarts and notify Ron that they were coming.

At this time, Harry, who had recovered somewhat, was lying on the bed, two lines of tears falling from his dull eyes.

Only then did she experience how difficult and great it was to be a woman.

She thought of her mother again. How happy it would be if her mother could be by her side at this time.

"Harry, are you in there?" Neville's voice came from the door of the dormitory, "I heard Professor Lupin said you were sick?"

Harley was startled, and then hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover herself.

Neville walked to Harry's bed and looked at the big bag wrapped in quilts in confusion, wondering what the other party was doing.

"Why are you hiding under the quilt, Harry?" Neville asked curiously, "Did you grow cat ears?"

Seeing no movement under the quilt, Neville was very curious. He received a note from Lupine at home. The note said that Harry was feeling unwell and needed someone to protect him in the dormitory, so he rushed to the dormitory immediately. Came here.

Neville thought that Harry just had some insignificant problem, otherwise he would be lying in the school doctor's office instead of the dormitory. So Neville guessed that his problem was not serious. After seeing that the other party didn't want him to see him, Neville guessed that Harry had accidentally turned into a funny look like his front teeth or oversized nostrils.

Harry's current reaction made him feel that his guess was right. After so many years of some people turning into weird things, everyone had been having fun like this in the dormitory.

"Come, let me see."

Neville knelt on the edge of the bed and reached out to lift Harry's quilt. As expected, he found that the quilt was firmly grasped by Harry.

"Obey, let me see!"

Neville increased his efforts to grab the quilt.

Harry, who had just recovered a little strength, was no match for Neville. Within two strokes, Neville lifted her quilt up.

Neville was confused when he saw the tearful girl's face under the quilt.

The next second, Neville's vision went dark and he didn't know anything anymore.

Standing at the door of the dormitory, Ginny put down the hand holding the wand, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Harry's innocence is finally preserved."

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