The Trinity of Harry Potter

"That's enough, I don't want to hear any more explanations!"

Voldemort roared furiously, and Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground, was knocked away.

He coughed and got up, continuing to kneel on the ground: "My master, every move we have made in the past month has been carefully planned, but every time we were blocked on the spot by the Aurors."

"A crime other than war, Master!"

Voldemort coughed twice. A month ago, he relied on the body of a god to withstand a non-fatal curse cast by Dumbledore. Who knew it was Dumbledore's trap, and he suffered internal injuries on the spot.

Fortunately, he would be able to recover in another month. In order to speed up his recovery and increase his strength, he sent a large number of Death Eaters to attack everywhere, trying to spread fear and make him uneasy.

But this group of trash is always blocked by someone, and now the Aurors seem to know that Voldemort can sense the location of his men, so they won't arrest them, leaving it up to you to save them, but they will inflict heavy damage on the Death Eaters.

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If the Aurors hadn't still followed tradition and didn't use the Death Curse, all the Death Eaters would be dead by now.

Every day, the Malfoy Manor was full of wounded soldiers. Snape went around rescuing people with a cold face, and he would go to Voldemort in two days to hand over a list of potions and consumables.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any money yet.

Voldemort felt that everything was not going well. It seemed that an invisible opponent had laid a trap for him, and the Dark Lord was constantly struggling in it.

"Lucius, get out!" He pinched the armrest of the seat, "Call Severus in."

Lucius staggered out of the room, and Snape came in, bowing slightly.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Severus, our actions have been greatly hindered recently." Voldemort stared at Snape and said.

"But time is on our side and these are only temporary difficulties."

"Oh, but some people may not think so." Voldemort leaned forward and said, "There is a mole among the Death Eaters."

Snape raised his head and looked at Voldemort with a frown.

"Master, I don't think now is a good time to conduct an internal inspection."

"You also think that there is someone behind these failures who is betraying us again, don't you?"

Snape's face was expressionless, but his meaning was clearly expressed.

"This matter is left to you, Severus. I allow you to use any method to find this mole." Voldemort said, "Fake missions are fine, and Legilimency is fine."

"What's the scope of suspicion?"

"Everyone."

Snape turned to leave. Voldemort waited for a while and called his most loyal servant, Bellatrix.

"There must be a mole, and I will help you find him and torture him to death!" Bella looked at Voldemort's snake face feverishly, "I think Snape is very suspicious. He has been in Hogwarts for so many years...

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"Okay, Bella."

Voldemort reached out and touched Bella's face, causing Bella to tremble with excitement.

"Snape has also received the task of checking for ghosts. Don't interfere with him, but don't let him find out that you are also checking for ghosts."

Bella nodded, which meant that she was Voldemort's most trusted person, which made her extremely honored.

Harry woke up suddenly in bed, frowned and raised his eyes back to the bridge of his nose.

He dreamed again that Voldemort was scolding his men. The picture was blurry, but the hot anger was clearly conveyed.

Before the vacation, Dumbledore vaguely told Harry that there was a subtle connection between him and Voldemort. This connection was strengthened again because Voldemort used Harry's blood when he was resurrected.

Originally, after Voldemort bypassed Harry and regained his throne, Harry no longer had nightmares. But now, everything is back to where it started.

The first time he saw Snape wearing black robes standing in front of Voldemort, Harry was frightened and woke up. He ran barefoot to Carnot's house in the middle of the night and found Sirius to explain the situation.

Sirius also crawled back to Hogwarts with him. When they entered the principal's office, they saw Snape sitting opposite Dumbledore.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Harry looked at Snape and didn't know what to say.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and Snape stood up and walked out of the principal's office. Sirius looked at Dumbledore, but did not speak in the end.

"I probably know what you saw, but I trust Snape." Dumbledore didn't explain anything, "It's getting late, go back to sleep."

"Also, Harry." He paused, "You need to learn Occlumency and try to keep Voldemort out of your mind."

"It's not bad now, I can get a lot of information without anyone noticing," Harry said.

This time Sirius raised an objection: "Harry, do you think Voldemort will never be aware that you have entered his mind?"

Harry was no fool and shook his head.

"Do you think you would be able to tell the difference if he set up an illusion for you?"

Facing Sirius's second question, Harry could only smile bitterly.

"Okay, I will study hard. But who has time to guide me?"

Sirius shook his head: "I don't know Occlumency, Dumbledore can teach you."

Dumbledore showed a subtle expression: "Harry, I am the only one who can fight Voldemort now. I don't think it is a wise choice for me to contact your deep spirit at this time."

Harry thought of the scene where the mental powers of Voldemort and Dumbledore met in his mind, and inexplicably thought of the crushed watermelon, and couldn't help but shudder.

"It is urgent to learn Occlumency. I will find a suitable professor to guide you." Dumbledore said after thinking for a while, "But you need to calm down. Don't pull out the wand when you see him."

Harry agreed inexplicably. Although he had studied Defense Against the Dark Arts with Moody for a year, he had not learned his excessive nervousness.

However, when an old man with gray hair and a meticulous suit appeared at Harry's door the next day, he almost pulled out his wand.

"Hello, Harry Potter. I am Barty Crouch, your Occlumency teacher and your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the next year."

Old Crouch introduced himself to Harry in this way, and at the same time nodded to his aunt and uncle who came out timidly.

Harry took a few breaths and tried to distinguish Crouch Jr., the Death Eater that night, from his father.

Crouch Sr. has held a high position for many years, is unsmiling, and is dressed like a senior manager. He is completely an old social elite.

Crouch Jr. always has a crazy smile on his face, and he looks like a sociopath at first glance.

"You...are you a wizard too?" Vernon asked tremblingly.

"That's right, I don't expect you two to understand what Mr. Potter and I are talking about, but I hope you won't peek or make any noise when we are practicing magic." Old Crouch said coldly.

Vernon nodded hurriedly, Old Crouch's aura completely calming him, reminding him of a series of objects from parking tickets to court flyers.

Old Crouch nodded and turned to Harry: "Mr. Potter, let's go."