Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1184: Anti-Mystery Army

It was raining heavily outside, a fire was burning in the old manor hall, and a wizard was speaking respectfully to the man in the armchair.

"Find that mudblood hideout?"

There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's hoarse voice, clearly amazed at the efficiency of his right-hand man.

"I used the Imperius Curse on Diggory." Yaxley handed the letter respectfully to Voldemort, "but I can't be sure if it was a trap, after all that Mudblood is cunning, Lucius and Rhys The Trange family fell into his hands, and this could be a trap to lure us into."

"You want to use that old woman to determine if this is a trap?"

Voldemort glanced at the contents of the letter and threw the letter directly into the fireplace, letting it burn to ashes in the flames.

"Yes, my master."

"Go and bring her." Voldemort's tone paused, "Oh, by the way, I think you should have taken her family as well."

"They've been caught. Dementors are watching over them," Yaxley said.

"Very well, I'd like to see if the old woman can still refuse so strongly." Voldemort sneered.

Soon, Yaxley pushed a wheelchair to the lobby, seated in the wheelchair was Cassandra Vabraski, the master of prophecy who had disappeared from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries a while ago.

"Do as I just said."

A crystal ball is placed in front of the aged prophet by Yaxley.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment his fingers touched the crystal ball, the dense fog on the crystal ball spun like a vortex.

Only when the fog stopped spinning, it was still a thick fog that greeted my eyes.

"Failed?"

Yaxley stared at the crystal ball, frowning slightly.

"Failed, the accuracy of divination and prophecy is not high, otherwise the Prophecy Hall in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic would have been filled with prophecy balls." There was a trace of contempt and sarcasm in the old man's tone. begging to die.

Since falling into the hands of Voldemort, Cassandra has known her destiny, and she has lived too long to have no reverence for death.

If it wasn't for the last time Voldemort used her relatives to threaten, Cassandra wouldn't have bothered with them.

"Lying."

Voldemort turned the armchair and looked indifferently at the old woman in front of him, "No one can deceive me."

"When you were in school, you must have failed your divination class." Cassandra sneered mercilessly. "As long as you know divination, you know how low the success rate of divination and prophecy is. Of course, I One thing is certain, you will be defeated by Harry Potter later."

"If you want to die, you also need my permission." Voldemort stared indifferently at the old woman in front of him, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, "You didn't intend to prophesy for me at all. It doesn't matter, I don't Torture you, but I can torture your daughters, sons, grandsons, I've already had all your family arrested, maybe you'll want to meet them."

Before Cassandra waited too long, she saw a group of Dementors walk into the hall with a few terrified wizards.

"If you're still that stubborn and don't want to do my divination for me, I'll torture them to death in front of you." Voldemort raised his wand and used the Cruciatus Curse on one of the middle-aged wizards, mournfully The screams and panicked screams filled the entire hall.

"Quiet." Voldemort sneered. "If you die, I don't mind having them buried with you."

"You are like this, let me divination for you!"

Cassandra was completely desperate after seeing her relatives. She threw a crystal ball at Voldemort in anger, and the whole person stood up from her wheelchair and rushed at Voldemort, but lost her balance because of her age and fell to the ground .

"Help her up," Voldemort ordered grimly.

Yaxley helped the old man back into the chair and placed a new crystal ball in front of her.

"Now, tell me what I want to know."

"What do you want to know?"

Cassandra's voice was trembling, trying to keep herself from looking at her family as much as possible.

"Tell me where Albert Anderson is," Voldemort ordered. "I want to know where that Mudblood is hiding."

Cassandra put her hand on the crystal ball, her eyes widened, and murmured, "Failed."

The prophecy failed.

As if to confirm her words, Cassandra performed another divination and saw Albert appearing in a forest.

And then, no more.

"You know, my patience is limited. Maybe, I should remind you of your situation." Voldemort pointed his wand at a middle-aged woman.

"Stop, I really can't find Albert's location." Cassandra yelled at Voldemort, "I don't need to cheat at all..."

"Avada is dead!"

A green light filled the hall, and the middle-aged woman fell to the ground with empty eyes.

A panicked scream followed.

"You lunatic, utter lunatic."

Cassand stretched his hands around his chest, looking at his dead granddaughter. She regretted it completely, regretted that she didn't leave the UK at the beginning, and regretted why she didn't die sooner, so that her family would not be affected.

"Tell me what I want to know, I think you don't want to..."

"Kill if you want!"

Cassandra will look away from her granddaughter and stare at Voldemort with hatred, "You never meant to let us live anyway, so don't expect me to help you prophesy."

Cassandra's indifference was somewhat unexpected by Voldemort, who also resented being challenged to his authority.

Those who dare to do so will have to pay for it.

Voldemort raised his wand at a wizard and tortured Cassandra with the Cruciatus until he fell to the ground, dying.

"Why not continue?"

Cassandra is unmoved by this, and it takes Yaxley by surprise.

Avadar is dead!

A green light flashed, and Harry Potter, who was far away in the dormitory of Hogwarts and Gryffindor Tower, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. in a dim room.

Voldemort killed someone.

Harry put his hand over his forehead, trying to recall the scene he had seen in his dream, however, it seemed that something had become blurred.

"What a terrible morning!"

Listening to the sound of the rain outside, Harry lay back on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Dreams seem to be fading from memory.

After he reopened his eyes, the sky outside was a little brighter, the rain was still falling, his roommates were all up, and everyone was changing clothes and getting ready to eat breakfast.

On the way to the hall, Harry talks to Hermione and Ron about the dream he had last night.

"Harry, you should shut down your brain." Hermione grabbed Harry's arm nervously, and said with a worried face, "Dumbledore definitely wants you to shut down your brain and stop letting You-Know-Who It affects you!"

"Hermione, it's not as bad as you think, and Dumbledore doesn't think Voldemort will try to pry into my brain anymore," Harry comforted softly.

Although he doesn't know if it's credible, Dumbledore must have a reason for saying that.

Also, Harry didn't think it was such a bad thing, at least knowing what Voldemort was doing, gathering intelligence was important.

"He seems to have killed someone to warn another person."

Harry tried to recall what he had dreamed about last night, "but it didn't seem to work very well, I could feel his anger, the guy seemed to be... mad."

"Who do you think can make You-Know-Who angry." Ron was a little curious about who that person was.

"I guess I know who You-Know-Who is threatening," Hermione said suddenly.

"Who is it?" The two said in unison.

"Cassandra Vabraski."

Hermione removes yesterday's newspaper from her backpack.

"The master prophecy and her family seem to have disappeared for no apparent reason."

"Cassandra Vabrsky?" Harry repeated the name, always sounding familiar.

"The author of "Poke the Fog and See the Future," Hermione reminded.

"What did Voldemort want to know through prophecy?"

"Maybe, I should tell Dumbledore about this, if Voldemort is really conspiring... oh, don't do it Ron."

Harry felt helpless about Ron's fear when he heard Voldemort's name.

"Sorry Harry, but it's not without reason that everyone is afraid of You-Know-Who." Ron was already brave, and he's much less reactive now than most people do when they hear "Voldemort." "And, just Even Anderson wouldn't call the Mysterious Man by his first name, I don't think so..."

Ron's words stopped abruptly as he looked at the owl that fell in front of him.

"You really thought Anderson would be afraid of Voldemort, no, that guy didn't even care about Voldemort at all." Harry felt that Albert didn't say the name was not afraid, but that he was too lazy to change it.

Wizards born in Muggle families are not really afraid of Voldemort, at least not so afraid that they can't even say their names.

Hermione is a ready example.

The reason she doesn't say Voldemort is that people around her are afraid of the name.

Ron pretended not to hear Harry's words, took the letter from the owl, and when he realized that it was actually a letter sent to him by George, he immediately opened it and read it.

"What's the problem?"

Noticing Ron's expression, Harry asked immediately, thinking he thought there was some bad news in the letter.

"Fred and George said that if our DA party is too busy, we can ask Cedric to come and help organize the event." Ron handed the letter to Harry and whispered, "I don't know. What are they thinking."

"I remember that Cedric seemed to be working as an assistant at Mr. Weasley's. Did he quit?" Hermione also didn't quite understand what they were trying to do.

"I don't know, but I think there must be something going on that we don't know about." After Harry quickly read the contents of the stationery, he handed it to Hermione and said, "I think Albert seems to be cultivating Defence Against the Dark Arts skills of Hogwarts students."

This kind of behavior seems quite abnormal to Harry, even under the pretext of helping him develop so-called supporters, and Cedric has left school, how is he going to return to Hogwarts?

Are you using the secret passages of Hogwarts?

Of course Fred and George knew the location of those secret passages, but was it really necessary to do so?

"By the way, there's this thing in the envelope," Ron handed Harry a piece of metal.

"Newsletter bookmarks."

Hermione could see at a glance what Ron was holding, and she had something similar there, to communicate with the other half of the newsletter bookmarks, magic gold coins were a simplified version of this stuff.

"I think they meant that they could contact via the newsletter bookmarks to discuss the DA party together." Ron said to Harry after confirming that there was nothing else in the envelope, "After all, there are still a lot of people at this party. , we are not busy at all."

"I think it's a good idea, too, and it would be nice if Cedric could help so I don't have to worry about the DA party." Harry also thought it was a good idea, he wasn't really too Willing to put too much thought into the DA party, and it's good to have someone to help him share the pressure now.

Harry didn't care about what Albert wanted to do.

He's really busy anyway.

No way, the number of people joining the DA party is staggering, even with the help of Ron and Hermione. What's more, the level of Ron and Hermione's defense against the dark arts can only be regarded as average. They also need to learn. He can't let him teach a bunch of people by himself. It's not realistic at all, unless the previous teaching mode is restored. , separate the members to teach.

"How do I use this thing?"

Harry handed the newsletter bookmark to Hermione and asked how to use it.

"I think I can get Fred and George to come with me. Maybe I can learn something useful from them."

"Harry..."

Hermione saw Harry's intention at a glance, and reminded kindly, "I think you should host the DA party yourself."

"Of course I'll be there in person, but you can't expect me to be the first person to teach everyone." Harry took out the list of DA parties from his schoolbag, "At present, the number of people who have attended the reason has exceeded 60, And the number is still increasing, do you really think I can do it all by myself?"

"But I think there must be a purpose for Fred and George to do this," Hermione reminded. "Perhaps, something for Albert."

"Maybe, they're going to pull a team from the students to fight against the Mysterious Man." Ron looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering his voice, "I heard that they seem to be planning to rebuild their defenses. Association~IndoMTL.com~ You would actually think that Albert would count on a group of underage children to stand up against the mysterious man." Hermione thought Ron's words were quite absurd and sneered sharply, "Could it be that adults in the wizarding world have Is it all dead?"

"I think it's very possible that many adult wizards are very timid, on the contrary, the students in the school are more courageous. As long as they are properly trained, they are not much worse than the so-called adults, or even have an advantage. After all, they The ability to learn is stronger." Harry agrees with Ron's words, Hogwarts students are braver and more courageous to resist than wizards in the wizarding world.

"Cough cough."

Seeing that Hermione seemed to want to say something, Ron quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Neville said this morning that he saw Cedric in the school hospital yesterday."

"Didn't Cedric graduate? Why is he in the school hospital."

"Maybe we can visit him sometime, if he's in the school hospital." Harry thought this was getting weirder, maybe he should go and ask Cedric what was going on.

After the morning shapeshifting class, the three hurried to the school hospital.

"We're here to visit Cedric, I heard he seems to be..." Hermione explained to the sullen Madam Pomfrey.

"Mr. Diggory sneaked away yesterday."

Mrs. Pomfrey was even more dissatisfied when she talked about it. In her opinion, Cedric had to be hospitalized for at least two days for observation. After all, he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. He should have stayed and checked carefully. slipped away quietly.

"Why is Cedric at school?"

Harry tried to get some information, but was kicked out of the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey in a bad mood.

(https://)

1 second to remember Pen Fun Island: . Mobile version reading URL: