Popular Web NovelsChapter 588 The robbery of AzkabanChapter 588: The Robbery of Azkaban
The crackling raindrops hit the diamond-shaped glass window of the Gryffindor common room, making a continuous crisp sound, intertwined with the sound of matches exploding in the fireplace. Together, if you listen carefully, you will feel that the night is quiet.
The ginger Crookshanks was lying on the edge of the fireplace, reflecting the orange firelight. From a distance, it looked like a naughty flame splashing out.
The little wizards sat together in twos and threes, each doing their own thing. Hermione leaned slightly to the right, her fluffy brown hair hanging down naturally, the left half of her face was hidden in the shadow of her hair, and she held a quill in her right hand. , making a light rustling sound on the parchment. When he finished writing a paragraph and sorted out his thoughts, he raised his hand to smooth his hanging hair from time to time. Half of his face was dyed with a faint golden light by the fire.
"Dingle bell!"
Loren next to him counted the galleons.
"34…35…"
Ron was watching attentively, whispering in his mouth to help him count.
"Young wizard, do you desire to be rich?"
Loren held a gold galleon in his hand and observed the lines on it with the reflection of the fire. This modification has simplified and matured the communication alchemy pattern and deleted many complicated and trivial places. The vein-like pattern has a faint metallic luster, revealing the unique beauty of alchemical creation: "Learn alchemy with me, 10 West The raw materials are refined and resold for 10 galleons..."
Ron frowned, showing a heart-beating expression. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the gold galleons in the bag, and then at the ancient runic tome on the table and the symbols on it that looked like heavenly books.
Ron shook his head with a heavy expression: "Wealth is precious, freedom is even more valuable..."
"That's nice to say..."
Harry glanced disdainfully She glanced at him and said sternly: "You clearly don't want to go to class or do complicated and difficult homework."
"Yes! I am!" Ron raised his chin and admitted confidently.
Harry approached slowly with a solemn expression, and in a blink of an eye he put his shoulder on his shoulder with a smile. The two brothers patted him nicely: "You are indeed my good friend, I think so too."
" Fortunately, we were smart and didn't take the ancient runes course."
"Yes, that's right, Professor Trelawny in the divination class is a little weird, but it's a simple enough homework. Make up for this part."
"..."
Loren looked at the last gold Galleons, and was amused by the two people, and then checked the back input for the last time. The name of the page is spelled. At Draco's request, the name is anonymous and the code name is used:
"Belladonna, sapweed, poison hemlock, nettles, poppy... mandrake..."
Harry and Ron, who had had enough trouble, also quieted down and immersed themselves in their respective potions papers. , the progress is very slow, refer to the papers of Loren and Hermione, look through the literature in the textbook, and collapse one word at a time.
"Why is Potions not an elective subject..."
Harry muttered, feeling a little annoyed, but then he remembered that he wouldn't have to take Potions next year, and he suddenly felt a little joyful in his heart. , even the obscure words in the book are more pleasing to the eye.
Harry lowered his head and continued to read the literature, reading silently in his heart: "Scurvy, lovage and sneezeweed... these plants are most likely to cause encephalitis, and are often used in delirium drugs to make people irritable. Reckless..."
Hmm...
Professor McGonagall always said that he was reckless. Snape must have poisoned him during class.
"Symptoms related to encephalitis, high fever, fever, epilepsy, splitting headache..."
Did Voldemort cause him to get encephalitis? This is how he feels every time the scar hurts .
Mostly used in confusion drugs. The word confusion is very appropriate. Why can he know how Voldemort feels? What is this strange connection between them? He occasionally doesn't recognize who he is, which is very confusing...
The fire reflected in the fireplace was hot, the armchairs were soft and comfortable, raindrops were tapping on the windows briskly, Crookshanks whined, and the fire crackled...
The books in Harry's hands slowly Lying flat, his head lowered lower and lower, and his forehead soon touched his arm, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
...
On the outskirts of Wiltshire, in the brightly lit Malfoy Castle, Narcissa, wearing a dark green robe with gold, stood at the corner of the stairs and looked up, her long eyelashes A shadow was cast on her eyelids, and the noble woman's eyes were full of worry.
Just last night, a solemn-looking Snape suddenly visited. The Dark Lord welcomed him with great joy. Then the two occupied the castle attic and drove out all the house elves in the manor, leaving only Lucius waited for orders outside the door.
Her close cousin had gone on a mission a few days ago, and no one knew what they were doing upstairs. All Narcissa could do was pray for her husband.
Finally, Lucius, wearing pure black wizard robes and holding a silver-handled wand in one hand, walked down the spiral staircase alone. His face could not hide his tiredness, but he still walked lightly to his wife. , raised his finger to his lips, and whispered softly:
"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, just pretend Severus never came tonight."
"I Got it."
"Not even Bellatrix can say that."
"..."
Narcissa was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.
Lucius looked up at the end of the stairs, his brows furrowed, countless thoughts intertwined in his mind, and finally became a ball of thread and turned into a complicated sigh.
In the attic on the top floor of the manor, the disgusting and weird smell was extremely strong, as if the rotten and fermented flesh and blood were mashed into a paste, and a pungent concoction was added, and poured into a red-hot crucible. Suddenly, a roaring steam rose, and the corpses of dozens of dark magical creatures were scattered on the floor. Their skin shrank and shriveled, as if all the blood had been drained before death. However, except for the skinny animal corpses, there were no traces of blood on the scene. There wasn't even a splash of blood.
Snape stood nearby, his face bloodless and sickly pale.
After carefully studying and reading the chapters on making Horcruxes in cutting-edge black magic, as a potion master who has handled various biological materials, he thought that his mental state was enough to withstand it all. However, after a ceremony, he only had one thought in his heart. , cast a forgetting spell on yourself to completely delete that memory in your mind.
No wonder Haierbo has been creating Horcruxes for nearly a thousand years, but only Voldemort has succeeded in making them.
If he were the only one to complete the ritual, even if he had the obsession to transcend death, he would not have the courage to carry it out to the end.
Voldemort's terrifying snake eyes were shining with scarlet light, and the most joyful smile since his resurrection appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The pungent smell of flesh, flesh and sulfur remains in the air. Voldemort prefers to call it the smell of death. Counting this time, he has smelled it eight times. Not only does he not feel the fishy smell, but he smells it. An intoxicating smell.
The corpses of creatures displayed on the floor are sacrifices to death, and they are also a test to defeat death.
From now on, he has one more servant who will always follow him.
"If you bring the corpse you killed with your own hands, the ceremony will be even more perfect..." Snape recovered from the pain of tearing his soul, trying to squeeze strength from his body, weak He replied: "I'm sorry, Master..."
The corners of Voldemort's mouth curved more obviously. He was immortal but weak. The vulnerability shown by Snape made him even more satisfied. This Immortality was not obtained by Snape, but relied on his own gift.
Just when he was about to give some instructions, a strange and weak fluctuation suddenly appeared in his mind, as if a breeze was passing through the starry sky, bringing an insignificant coolness.
But now the doors and windows are closed.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and a coldness bloomed in his snake eyes: "Welcome, my guest...Harry Potter!"
"!!"
Hundreds of miles away, the boy who was taking a nap on the round table opened his eyes a little. Harry came out of his trance and found that he was sleeping on a single sofa in the common room, covered with a thin sheet. blanket.
Ginny didn't know when she sat next to her, looking through his potions paper.
Some hazy and distant memories gradually emerged in his mind. After clarifying the content of his dream, Harry suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The next second, a sharp pain emerged from the scar on the forehead, as if a sharp dagger was piercing into the brain along the scar, stirring constantly, and the head hurt as if it had been cut open. .
Obviously lying on the single sofa motionless, everything in the common room is moving forward rapidly. The faces of my friends are as long as the shadows under the street lamp, and they disappear in the blink of an eye. The sound of rain and crackling firewood disappeared, and there was only dead silence.
The red-eyed monster appeared again, wrapping tightly around his body, like a python stalking its captured prey, squeezing every inch of flesh and bone in his body with great force. The extreme pain caused Harry's His consciousness gradually faded, as if at some moment, he would become one with this monster.
Those dream scenes appeared in my mind, and the scenes flashed by and disappeared, leaving no trace.
"He is erasing my memory..."
Harry was vaguely aware of the monster's behavior, and a strong anger surged from the bottom of his heart, so much so that his consciousness trembled a little: "Damn Voldemort, damn Voldemort! Unforgivable, unforgivable!"
Harry didn't know whether Voldemort could hear these curses from his heart, but he made up his mind to give this monster a show of strength. Look.
"Not satisfied with manipulating my body, he actually wants to manipulate my memory!"
Harry gritted his teeth and woke up. He endured all the pain and tried to control his consciousness. He twisted and struggled to break away from the monster's entanglement, punched and kicked it, and vented against the lower part of the two red eyes. .
My mind was full of thoughts of punching it in the nose.
...
Harry sank into the soft sofa, his scattered consciousness gathering bit by bit, feeling the scar on his forehead and the sharp pain in his limbs, as if a whole car had been destroyed a minute ago. The Hogwarts Express ran over him, and those distant memories were still gradually blurring. In his increasingly clear vision, he saw Ginny's slightly red face turned away and said shyly:
"Loren told me to do this."
Harry felt that his mind was a little hard to turn, and he was probably crushed by the wheels of the express train. He turned his head and looked at Loren, expressing his doubts with his eyes.
"You have a magic riot again. The magic power is as bright as a bonfire. It is difficult to ignore." Loren spread his hands, "I think you may need the power of love."
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. Although it sounded like a joke, she quickly thought of the night when the Defense Association held its first event. Harry lost control and was admitted to the campus hospital. Dumbledore had Mentioned this matter.
Ron had a strange look on his face. He looked at Harry and Ginny, and slowly frowned.
Harry struggled to sit up and opened his mouth to tell what happened, but nothing came out.
He vaguely felt that he had experienced an unusual adventure, but those pictures, like the broken dreams of an afternoon nap, became blurry and hazy in the few seconds that his thoughts circulated, leaving only a few simple pictures.
"I seem to be dreaming about Voldemort again..."
Harry blinked in confusion, tilted his head and thought for a while before he managed to remember something, and spoke slowly and hesitantly, The tone was full of uncertainty: "I dreamed that he was smiling... cheerfully, ecstatically, as if something good had happened, something he had been looking forward to..."
He patted the scar on his forehead hard. Location: "But I can't remember it!"
"Don't think about it yet." Loren put away the pen and paper on the table and helped him up from the sofa, "You'd better go to the school doctor's office to see him Let's see."
Harry met Ginny's watery eyes and said subconsciously: "I feel... okay..."
"Then go to the principal's office and talk to Dumbledore."
"Oh."
...
Last night it rained all night and slowly subsided at dawn. Loren went to Slater at that time. Lin's common room, handing Galleons with one hand, and still Galleons with the other.
Thanks to the sound of rain that helps them sleep, the little wizards are in high spirits to welcome the new week the next morning.
"Dumbledore doesn't know what Voldemort has been hoping for, but I always feel that he is hiding something from me. He seems absent-minded..."
In the auditorium, Harry He took a bite of the bread with bacon and said, "But I can understand, what if Voldemort can hear it?"
Loren sipped his oatmeal in small sips, having some guesses in his mind, and glanced at the guest of honor seat. , neither Dumbledore nor Professor Snape showed up, and there was no one there.
Could it be that the Death Eaters found out the whereabouts of the Elder Wand and found out that the blond man was the famous Grindelwald?
"I know!" Hermione beside her suddenly let out a short scream.
"What?"
"The Death Eaters have escaped!"
Hermione spread out today's "Daily Prophet" on the table, pointed to the front page and added The bold title read in a deep voice:
"Azkaban has fallen: The Ministry of Magic announced last night that a large-scale prison break occurred in Azkaban. Minister Cornelius Fudge confirmed in an interview in his office, Several felons escaped last night, and the Ministry of Magic has notified the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangers of the fugitives...
"Minister Fudge said: It is very regrettable that we are in the same situation as when the Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange escaped two and a half years ago, and we do not believe that the two escapes are not connected. On such a large scale The prison escape makes people suspect that there is outside support. As a fugitive Death Eater, Bellatrix is in the best position to help others escape...
"But the Ministry of Magic is sparing no effort to hunt down fugitives, and the public is asked to stay safe Stay calm and don't listen to any rumors. "
(End of this chapter)
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