The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Wormtail lowered his head and dragged Lucius Malfoy away with a groan. Lucius's heavy body left a long drag mark on the lawn, as well as some light yellow liquid that exuded a bad smell.

Voldemort looked at Lucius being dragged away, feeling bored. The happiness disappeared with a snap, and the pain in his arm swept over him again, drowning him.

He shook off his robe and left in a hurry. He needed some time to think about his next strategy and take a good look at the state of his Horcrux.

After seeing that her husband was out of danger even though he was in a sorry state, Narcissa suddenly collapsed on the ground, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, and big tears slid down her cheeks and fell on the ground.

Barty Crouch Jr. and Snape fell silent at the same time, watching Narcissa cry quietly.

She cried for a while and then gradually regained her composure.

When she raised her head and looked at the messy garden of her home, she felt that her world was dark. His life was in danger, his husband was brutally murdered, his son was forced to perform difficult tasks, and even his own home was invaded by a group of lunatics...

hateful! How could my originally beautiful life have turned into this! Narcissa's expression turned a bit bitter. She didn't understand why her family was treated like this. They were obviously a pure-blooded family, and they were extremely loyal to the mysterious person...

At this time, Snape walked up to her and handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Only then did she remember that there were two of the mysterious man's most loyal subordinates here. She quickly calmed down her resentment and said with Snape wiped his tears with his handkerchief.

The handkerchief was soft and smelled of lilies.

After wiping away her tears and adjusting her mood, Narcissa cast a grateful look at the two men who had extended a helping hand. She stood up and saluted Snape and Barty Jr. in a grand manner.

"Thank you both very much for lending a helping hand."

"Where." Little Barty waved his hand and said to Narcissa: "I believe that Lucius is still loyal to his master. He just made a mistake and just redeemed himself. If he were to be executed directly, the punishment would be too severe. ”

Crouch Jr.'s words seemed to have the opposite effect, and Narcissa trembled even more.

Atoning for one's sins? What else do they need to do? They even donated their houses! After Voldemort regarded this place as his lair, gold galleons were scattered out like running water. Narcissa felt that if this confrontation continued, sooner or later the Malfoy family would become as virtuous as the Weasley family.

Snape stood aside, his face still gloomy, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.

He knew that Dumbledore prepared a large batch of Polyjuice Potion, which was very interesting. Dumbledore couldn't have asked himself to make so many polyjuice potions to hone his potion proficiency, right? There is no rule in the wizarding world that automatic potion can be unlocked by hand-preparing it perfectly ten times.

So it can only be someone who needs to take Polyjuice Potion for a long time.

Combined with Voldemort's return, Snape could conclude that Dumbledore had a mole within the Death Eaters.

He has been speculating on the identity of the pusher these days, and now he has gradually formed a guess in his mind.

Voldemort, who had given up torturing Lucius, was currently pacing in the reception room of Malfoy Manor.

"Diary, crown, gold cup, ring, locket..." Voldemort was counting his Horcruxes on his fingers. Due to too many divisions and too long a time, Voldemort was completely unable to sense the status of these Horcruxes. Even if they were destroyed, Voldemort would not know.

The only one who can still sense something is probably the Horcrux made in Azkaban.

But suddenly, Voldemort felt a stabbing pain in his brain. Now he understood that the Horcrux he had left in Azkaban had also been destroyed.

A wave of resentment surged into Voldemort's heart. No matter how much he dislikes it, it is still his Horcrux! Is it true that the soul can be divided infinitely? There is also an upper limit to the number of Horcruxes Voldemort can make - the number he originally set for himself was seven. Once the plan is set, it cannot be changed temporarily.

Just when Voldemort was feeling depressed, his eyes suddenly blurred. He seemed to be in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and a red-haired boy was talking to him.

Just when Voldemort wanted to take a closer look at the scene in front of him, the scene in his eyes changed back to Malfoy Manor.

"It's interesting." Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He noticed something interesting through the abnormality just now.

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"Harry, are you okay?" Ron looked at his friend with concern. There seemed to be something wrong with him today. The scar on his forehead kept hurting for unknown reasons today.

This frightened Ron.

"I, I can still bear it..." Harry took two heavy breaths, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The scar on his forehead was particularly active this year, and it had been painful since the summer vacation, causing him to see many unpleasant scenes. He told people he trusted about his findings, but received little feedback. Dumbledore and Tom seem to know a lot, but they would rather be the Riddler. As for Ron, he was all but helpful.

This time, out of some awkward thoughts, Harry did not share what he saw with his good friend Ron. He felt that at certain moments, he could feel Voldemort's heart and feel the rage in his heart. To use a phrase that Harry hated very much, he seemed to have become Voldemort.

[Perhaps I should send Sirius a letter? 】

As soon as the idea came up, he killed it. Sirius himself told him not to consider contacting him this year.

【I can't do anything. 】

Harry felt depressed. A surge of anger surged into his heart, dissatisfaction with Ron, dissatisfaction with Tom, dissatisfaction with Sirius and even Dumbledore...

"Why don't we go find Dumbledore after dinner?" Ron said cautiously from the side, "He seems to be in a good mood today."

Ron quietly pointed at Dumbledore in the middle of the staff table. Harry looked over and saw Dumbledore enjoying his lunch.

Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood today. He had a large spoonful of mashed potatoes with thick broth on his plate, and a rib-eye steak that looked to weigh a full pound next to it. In addition, he poured himself a large glass of French red wine.

Not only did Dumbledore get a lot, he also ate deliciously. He was cutting the steak quickly with a knife and fork, and then put the tender red beef into his mouth. Just looking at his expression can make people appetite better.

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