Grimmauld Place 12, living room August 21
I read the papers. A week has passed since the publication of an article by Skeeter together with a copy of the engagement document. There was no reaction in the newspapers. I had hoped that Dumbledore would lose his position in Wizengamot, or at least Weasley Sr. would be expelled from his job. But nothing happened. Maybe the aristocrats even smiled when they heard Dumbledore's plan. I had a wonderful plan for Weasley, much better than grenades at the station. Besides, it would be possible to combine pleasantly with useful. For the "why not?" guys, every move of fate is for the best, because it's a challenge!
In addition to the plan to destroy Weasley, I have several other plans. One plan for financial enrichment and one plan for getting a weapon. Two days in bed after the wrong ritual was good for me. Today, I'm going to do both pieces of training as magic. I'm going to need the Confundus a lot at Brixton.
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London, Brixton, August 21, 1991. Experiment.
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It's a classic of all "bad Harry" books. I went to look for backyards and homeless people. I have a theory that can and should be tested in practice. First of all, Confundus influences the mind. Secondly, I'm bad at all spells, except Confundus influences the mind. Am I a promising mental magician? Thirdly, then I need to test other spells that affect the mind. If I'm right, a tiny part of Tommy's power has come to me. At the zoo, I checked and found out I could talk to snakes. The ability to understand snake language will be very useful to me in the future when I meet my wife's mother. My disposition to mental magic will allow me to do Obliviate, and most importantly, Imperius. Confundus, Obliviate and Imperius are a victory! It will help me solve all the problems in the world of Muggles. As long as I don't have an organization, I won't need anyone else's hands.
Following the increasing "smells", I found a beggar scrounging through the dumpster.
"Imperius! Take off your hat! Put your hat on! Obliviate! You were in Africa today, you saw elephants and giraffes. Imperius! Say, where were you today?"
"I was in Africa today, with giraffes."
"Obliviate!"
That's enough of him. I hope I didn't hurt him too much. I'll find another beggar.
After the fourth "object", I made sure my theory was correct. I'm a weak magician, but I have a talent for mind magic. And that's wonderful.
Experiment two.
That's the drug dealer I saw after the second object. I have in front of me, on the one hand, a purely academic task and, on the other, a deeply social one. I want to get him to turn himself into the police. I could use Imperius, but it's interesting to make it harder. With a muggle repellent amulet, it wasn't difficult to get close to him unnoticed.
"Confundus! Do you know why the cops are so evil? Because they can't catch criminals! You can help the cops! You'll be famous! They'll write about you in the papers! Go to the police and tell them you're selling a drug! Hurry or they'll run out of shift and go home!"
The drug dealer took off and walked down the street.
But then the forces of nature intervened in my scientific experiment. Two bandits came out of nowhere and stopped my client.
"Johnny, why did you leave a dot? You're supposed to be standing there all day. The chief's going to be unhappy."
"Peace, guys! I decided to go to Gresham Road."
The bandits looked over and scratched their shaved heads. One said:
"That's where the cops are. You're crazy, Johnny. Get back in there."
"You guys don't understand, that's the whole idea. It's hard for the cops to work and that's why they're so angry. We just got to help them!"
The left bandit rolled his eyes and grabbed his palm on his forehead, and the right bandit hit Johnny's chin and picked up the dealer's falling body.
"Hugh, call the chief, tell him Johnny's gone mad. He must have eaten half the powder. I'm taking him to base."
"Copy that," Hugh went to the red phone box and the right one dragged Johnny to the car.
Oh, this operation's been ruined! Of course, the experiment isn't complete, but it's a success. The Confundus can work like Imperius. Why would I do that? Actually, why, I'm just wondering. I have a hobby now. To test and learn the many sides of mental spells!
Experiments have given me a lot of food for thought. As Miyamoto Musashi told us, "You have to understand this." But that's a bit later. I wanted two profits from the same action. I wanted to visit the police station, but Hugh and Right messed me up.
I did visit the police station, but I didn't see any weapons in the open. I'm sure they're out there somewhere, but I don't want to spend too much effort on stealing them. The idea was to quietly ask the good cop for a gun. But a gun isn't the important thing. I need grenades, but the cops don't have grenades! I'm supposed to have to act through criminals. At the police station, I've decided to strengthen the Jedi's position. No need to ruin the lives of the police. The cops were sad, they pay taxes, and they work with shit. There are criminals, they're great targets for my research, they're kind and they'll help little Harry.
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Grimmauld Place 12, living room.
It's time to hammer another rusty nail into Dumbledore's chair. The beard has relaxed. It's time to remind him of his place.
"Kreacher! Get me some writing supplies!"
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Dear Mrs. Skeeter,
Thank you for your contribution to the development of society through your articles. Without your bravery and honesty, it would have long ago become a place of lies and deceit. These days, it's so easy to drown in the swamps of misinformation.
I want to tell you a curious fact, about which the greatest Bright Wizard of Modernity is ashamedly silent. Dumbledore took our family relic from my father before Voldemort attacked my family. Dumbledore took the Invisible Cloak. At least my mother could have saved herself from Voldemort. But Dumbledore wanted to destroy the Potter and Black families. Dumbledore stole my mother's chance to be saved. I think the nasty bastard is still holding the family artifact. I want you to write it straight. "Harry Potter accuses Albus Dumbledore of his mother's death! If that bastard hadn't taken her last chance, she'd still be alive! Dumbledore is a stealer and thief of family artifacts!"
Thank you for what you are, Miss Skeeter, thank you for your work!
Your loyal admirer. Harry Potter.
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"Kreacher! Take the letter to the post office and send it to the public owl. Immediately."
"Sir, yes, sir."
Meanwhile, I'm almost out of Dursley's money. There are only about four hundred galleons left in the account of the heir to the Black family. That's enough for food for a while, but I need a lot of money to back up my operations. I need to make some money. After today's experiments, there are several combinations. These are simple operations that are enough to provide me with weapons and money.
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London, Brixton, August 22, 1991.
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This is where Hugh and the Right stopped Johnny. Where did they come from? No bars around here, nobody's standing on the street. A quick search revealed two persons in the car. But it wasn't Hugh and the Right. Hugh seemed stupid and useful to me. Must be the changelings, they're watching drug sales. The windows of the car were lowered, which was very helpful.
"Confundus! Confundus! Imperius, you bastard! Come out."
One patient remained in the car, but the other opened the door and left the car.
"Go ahead, as if you were walking. Do you have a gun? Answer me!"
"Got it, K5."
"Keep the Korean one for now. Can you get the SMG?"
"I can get Sten, Sterling or Uzi."
"Can you get grenades?"
"Yes."
"How long will it take you to get two K5s, two Uzis, ten grenades and three shell magazines to each barrel?"
"Two days."
"At 3 a.m. on August 25th, wait here in the car with the guns and grenades. You have to get two K5s, two Uzis, ten grenades with fuses and three magazines to each gun. With your colleagues, try to behave as usual. Do it!"
The bandit walked towards his car and sat down with a colleague.
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August 23, 1991, a quarter to 5:00 in the afternoon.
I was walking slowly through Ottery St Catchpole. I wanted to calm down, clear my head of thoughts and emotions. I have one thing to do here today. I need to scout the approaches to The Burrow. Weasley Sr. has a car. So he has a road to The Burrow. The house I saw immediately, this high house. The road was. Behind those bushes, I can lay down nicely. With a machine gun, I can cut off escapees from the trees. I called an elf to remember the terrain, and I went along the Weasley Road to the A3066. The operation's going to be loud. It won't be long to prepare.