Chapter 524: Why do I sound like a Death Eater
"I don't think those two dementors were sent by Voldemort. If he has found out my address, he has already brought a large group of death eaters with him. The gangster broke into the Dursley's house...but who else would want to deal with me, who else?"
"I'm really upset, Loren, do you understand? Like a slug struggling in a hot crucible, he would rather be crushed into mincemeat immediately than hide here in such a state of confusion."
Harry groaned in pain. Said: "Mr. Weasley wrote a letter telling me not to leave the Dursley's house, and Sirius also told me not to leave this house under any circumstances, oh..."
"I think this is also Dumbledore I mean." Hermione said softly.
"I know, I know..." Harry spoke faster, and his anxiety seemed to be transmitted through the phone line, "But what's the use of hiding here? I really don't understand. Do they think that if Voldemort finds this place? Can this house and the Dursleys stop those Death Eaters? They don't even know magic."
"Don't say that name."
"What?"
"That person cast a spell on his name and has some feeling for the person who chants the name."
"Yes...yes "?" Harry's voice was choked, as if a lump of ice cubes dug out from the bottom of the refrigerator were stuck in his throat, making his heart feel cold.
Hermione was also surprised, she didn't expect such magic.
After a long silence, Harry gradually regained his senses, took a deep breath, calmed down, and made a slightly hoarse voice in his dry throat: "I'm sorry, Loren, I'm out of control. This feeling is about to happen. It tortured my brain and made me lose consciousness. I was obviously the one at the center of the storm, but I had no way of seeing the surrounding environment clearly..."
Hermione put her ear on the receiver and listened. The young man over there who was in the stage of changing his voice apologized bitterly, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Dumbledore asked everyone to keep you a secret... also to protect you..." Loren said slowly, "After all, you will collude at any time. I mean, you and There is a wonderful connection between the mysterious people. In the past, you always wanted to use this connection to spy on the intelligence of that party. We have discussed the disadvantages of this idea. Now that he has regained his powerful magic power, he may use this connection at any time. …You don't want to tell the mysterious man personally, right?"
"…"
Harry listened to the half-joking and half-comforting words on the other end of the receiver, and felt a little pain in the scar on his forehead. What does it mean to collude with a mysterious person, and what does it mean to inform a mysterious person in person? It sounds like he is some kind of senior Death Eater.
"I will definitely master Occlumency as soon as possible!"
"I wish you good luck."
Loren is not very optimistic about him, after all, he was allowed to start two years in advance Practice has not produced any results so far. From a certain point of view, Occlumency is not suitable for emotional wizards. This is a matter of compatibility, not talent and hard work.
Is there any other way to cut off contact...
Loren looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought.
Hermione picked up the phone and said, "Harry, what are you going to do next?"
"What else can you do, continue to stay at the Dursleys." Harry's voice was dejected. .
After hesitating for a few seconds, Hermione decided to express her speculation: "I think...by the time your birthday is over, Harry, you should be able to leave the Dursleys' house."
"But they didn't say..."
"That is to use your blood to continue the shelter magic left by your mother. You need to stay there for one month every year. After that, Dumbledore will definitely take you to a safer place for protection."
< br>"Great!"
After listening to the cheers from the other side for a while and then hanging up the phone, Hermione put down the phone and leaned into Loren's arms a little tiredly: "Harry is right, The dementors were not sent by the mysterious man, but the Ministry of Magic. The only ones who can order the dementors now are them, and I am certain that this is Cornelius Fudge or Dolores Umri. Qi did it..."
At this point, Hermione punched the sofa angrily: "Don't they see anything except power? I would believe it if they were under the Imperius Curse, but No!"
Loren read slowly: "Maybe they believed it, at least they hesitated for a few seconds, but they didn't care."
"The Ministry of Magic should really get rid of their positions. The current system is too problematic!"
"Let's wait until you become the Minister of Magic..."
"I'm not talking to you. Just kidding!"
"Me neither..."
After all the trouble, the two of them were still in a calm mood. In any case, Fudge and Umbridge at least did not dare to openly plot to kill Harry. In fact, if they and Harry were put on the duel stage, it is not certain who can stand up and walk out... The two of them have no name to use the Ministry of Magic. The Auror who wanted to arrest Harry could only secretly summon dementors, inhuman creatures that could not speak.
Loren and Hermione discussed it for a while, and finally decided to write a letter to Dumbledore.
...
The fourth Friday in July, the day before the regular staff of the Ministry of Magic go on holiday.
Before leaving get off work, three people from the minister's office got together to check the documents.
Bertha Jorkins stood next to the desk, her eyes dull, but her ears quietly perked, listening carefully to Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge and Minister Cornelius Fudge. During the conversation, because she had made several jokes in the past few days, the two ministers completely thought that she was a brainless idiot and were already planning to let her work as a handyman in the office.
But she was the only one who knew that those things were not caused by her lack of memory. Instead, she made the joke because she recalled the secrets of several employees who had never known to the public and lost their composure for a moment.
After signing the regular weekend documents, Fudge put down his quill and looked at the senior deputy minister opposite with a bright smile:
"Dolores."
Urni Mrich stopped writing and looked up at him.
Fudge looked at her deeply, and after a moment of silence he said: "Azkaban submitted July's work documents. They said that you had been to the prison in person and took away two Dementors, these two dementors showed signs of fighting after they returned to the island."
Umbridge's smile faded, she glanced at the sluggish Jorkins next to her, and said in a pretentious voice: "Yes, after I left that day, I did go to Azkaban to inseminate two dirty things. Order."
Fudge couldn't help but ask: "Didn't I reject that proposal? Why did you disobey my order? Don't you forget Crouch's lesson? "
"Dear Minister..." Umbridge replied flatteringly, "I just want to completely solve that problem for you. I admit that I made a self-righteous mistake, but this also happens to prove that Dumbledore's insidious plan."
"What do you mean?"
"The two dementors escaped back to Azkaban, but left a trace in Hogwarts. Silk was not touched, and we did not receive a lawsuit against Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Minors. This means that another wizard saved him."
"Dumbledore?"
"It's not him." Umbridge shook her head, "Don't you understand yet? Dumbledore assigned a wizard we don't know to hide next to Potter. It belongs to him. The power, the power we don't know."
Fudge looked furious.
"He has been using Hogwarts to cultivate his power. He wants to seize your power, and even...even overthrow the rule of the Ministry of Magic! Fortunately, I noticed this in time, and we can do this ..." Jorkins glanced at the minister who was being fooled around, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
…
Hampstead Gardens.
The last day of July.
Dumbledore's reply finally arrived.
We haven't seen each other for a few days. The spectacled owl Hanhan is much rounder to the naked eye, but he can still land lightly on the window edge. His feathers are shiny and smooth, and there is a thick letter in his beak. On the envelope is a familiar message. Hogwarts logo.
Loren took the envelope and glanced at it. His heart moved, and he opened the envelope with his fingers. He found two pieces of parchment inside, one addressed to Hermione and one addressed to him.
Put away the letter to Hermione and shake out your own letter:
"Dear Loren:
I know you may be eagerly waiting for my reply. , but I'm afraid I can't send the letter right away - the Ministry of Magic has adopted some surveillance on Hogwarts, and the school board that Fudge and Umbridge convinced, or the Death Eaters on the school board, are cooperating with them, magic There are also Death Eaters among the Ministry's surveillance staff.
Fortunately, we were prepared. Your kindness gave us another friend in the Ministry of Magic.
Minerva dismissed many of the opinions, but in order to avoid wasting the strength of the same position before the real war began, I persuaded Minerva to make some concessions, and the letter was sent by mailing the admission letter to the new students.
I learned about Harry's encounter with the Dementors. Your farsighted vision saved many unnecessary troubles. You know what I'm talking about. Trace avoided a troublesome court trial... …
Now, there is one more thing I need your help with. The specific matters will be discussed in detail when we meet.
Finally, I wish you a happy birthday in advance.
Also: Please go to the Dursley's house on the afternoon of next Thursday. Alastor will lead someone to escort Harry to a safe place. You can come together and postpone the birthday gift for you. "
After reading the last sentence, Loren remembered that today was Harry's birthday, so he grabbed the owl on the window sill and walked into the house.
"Gu?" Hanhan tilted his head.
"Look at you, you have gained so much weight in a few days. It's just a good time to bring a candy gift bag to Privet Drive to send birthday wishes."
"Gu!" The little guy's eyes widened. It was as if he was scolding someone for abusing the owl, and then had to go out to work again just after returning.
"Well, Little Whinging is very close. At your speed, you can fly there in an hour."
"Gugu!"
"It's far away. It's always been this distance. Sometimes I have to look for my own reasons. Have I worked hard to exercise and controlled my diet over the years..."
< br>Nu Nubao sent Hanhan to Privet Drive with a candy gift bag to send blessings, while Loren himself sent Hermione's letter to the next door.
That night, several parents knew that they were about to leave, and they talked and worried again, saying that they could continue to attend magic schools in the future, and that if it was too dangerous, they should stay at home and study ordinary schools first. After middle school and college, I can still return to the magic world.
"At worst, I'll have to take a few years off from school..."
Mr. and Mrs. Granger talked about it from the time dinner was served until they finished dessert, but they were still persuaded by Grandpa Bates to help them pack their luggage, and then watched them put a pile of things into the pendant.
In the next two days, Monica kept the two of them busy buying clothes for the new year. Wendell and Grandpa Bates became drivers and free laborers, carrying large and small bags with her every day. Behind the trio.
It wasn't until August 6th that the five of them had some free time and found a restaurant to celebrate Loren's birthday.
Victorian style restaurant, nice looking, but not delicious.
After the meal, Monica picked up the candles and placed them on the cake one by one, carefully avoiding the fruits and chocolates on it, turned around and asked: "Loren, Hermione, what are you guys doing on August 10th?" I'm not going back to school today, but I'm going to your principal's house to help with some work, right?"
Hermione handed over a candle: "It shouldn't be the principal's home, and I'm not sure if it's the school. The letter just said a safe place."
"Then are you going home before school starts?"
"I guess I won't come back. I might come back during the Christmas vacation."
"I said the same thing in the past two years, but in the end, I didn't really come back in either year."
"Isn't this an unexpected situation?" Loren took the spoon and quietly reached out to scrape the cream and honey on the side of the cake. He took it back and took a sip, narrowing his eyes with satisfaction.
Just when he was about to take another spoonful, Bates glanced at him and slapped the back of his hand.
Loren immediately turned his head and argued unconvincingly: "Can't I eat my birthday cake?"
"Not now." Bates said in a calm voice.
"..."
Loren didn't bother with him, came to sit down next to Hermione, and played with her about the restaurant's special low-temperature fruit-scented candle: "It smells sweet, yes Isn't it edible?"
"No."
Hermione handed Monica a candle, glanced at his expression, and knew that today's dish was not to his taste, so she took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to him, I saw him playing with the candle with both hands again. After a moment of silence, he tore open the package and fed it into his mouth.
"Hmm…"
Handmade chocolate, the sweetness is a bit light, but the cocoa flavor is rich.
Loren rubbed the girl's fingers desperately, and then nimbly dodged and slapped her, a set of movements that were smoother than chocolate.
Bates watched with twitching eyes.
Even if this boy is his own, he feels that he has no idea, especially since the girl's parents are still placing birthday candles for him. If he is caught and beaten, he will not have the shame to stop him.
After reacting, he quickly pulled the brat to the corner next to him and whispered sadly: "What did you just do? I want to beat you brat when I see it. I have told you many times, stop teasing me." Hermione!"
Loren felt ashamed for a moment.
(End of this chapter)
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