Lord Voldemort, who was deeply worried about the prime minister, was sitting in the luxuriously decorated hall, watching Owen Harris' speech on TV. The news commentator then broadcasted their interviews with some ordinary wizards. Seeing the wizards' unabashed affection and praise for Owen, Lord Voldemort turned the armrest of his chair into ashes and fell to the ground.
The mysterious man stood up. His side's actions had not been successful. What method could he use to strike back at Harris' family? It was almost useless to rely on those useless people. His appearance was more likely to fulfill their wishes … Lord Voldemort's figure suddenly stood still. The summoning spell that Allen used during the duel with him reminded him that there was a suitable person who could fulfill his wishes.
He pressed his hand on the Dark Devil's mark on his arm. Soon, figures in black robes appeared in the room, silently waiting for his orders.
"Next, you will need to collect knowledge related to demons, especially information about the three strongest wizards. That Allen Harris? Information about the Grand Duke Demon that Harris met. " Lord Voldemort raised his pale hand and waved outside. It was rare for him to be magnanimous. "Now that those Aura are patrolling everywhere, you can't move smoothly. Go to other countries and catch some mud seeds for me. Those demons like to collect souls. Catch some more and offer them to him when the time comes to satisfy him … I need to make a deal with that Grand Duke Demon."
Lord Voldemort raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if Harris and his family were there. His voice was soft, but it was full of cold and cruel murderous intent. "Also, recruit more wizards from other countries. This time, when we are ready, we will teach those Harris a lesson." He clenched his fist, and the chair behind him turned into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Everyone stared at Voldemort with trepidation, but Voldemort's gaze was fixed on a seemingly delirious body that was hanging upside down on the long table in the middle of the hall. At the bottom left of the body was a girl with dark brown hair. Her face was pale, and she sat paralyzed on the ground with a terrified expression.
"We have to prune some branches and leaves now. It's time to get rid of those rotten leaves. Old Parkinson, when you betrayed us, did you ever think that this day would come? Unbearable. " As Lord Voldemort's voice fell, the person hanging above the table let out a painful howl. The sound dragged on, and gradually weakened. The body curled up in pain in the air like a cooked shrimp. It was extremely miserable.
"However, you still have a chance." Lord Voldemort pointed his pale and withered finger at the girl. She immediately shrank back and froze in place. "Pency? Parkinson, you can choose to save him or let him die. Worthless trash should be destroyed. "
Pency's brown eyes were full of horror, but Lord Voldemort tilted his head. "Do you want to live?"
Pency nodded repeatedly.
"As a student of the Hogwarts, you have many opportunities to do so. You can assassinate Allen. Harris, or you can assassinate Dumbledore. " Lord Voldemort turned around, not giving Pency a chance to refuse. He then narrowed his eyes and sized Pency up. "Of course, a girl should have some privileges. You won't be alone, Pency. Bella, Lucius, you two will assist her outside. Severus will help her in the Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Allen? Harris, as long as one of them dies, I will forgive your father. "
"Yes, Master." Lucius and Snape nodded. They both understood that although they were supposed to assist Pency in completing the mission, it was actually to monitor her so that she had no choice but to do as she was told. Bella stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. "We will make this little darling understand what she has to do."
Almost as soon as Lord Voldemort finished speaking, Pency made a decision in her heart. She knew that the person Draco admired the most was Allen. Harris, if she assassinated Allen, she was afraid that she would have no hope of being with Draco. On the other hand, Dumbledore might succeed in assassinating him by taking advantage of him being unguarded against his students.
"Hmph, Severus, remember to teach this idiot Brain Seal during the summer vacation. Otherwise, she will be discovered the moment she sees Dumbledore." Lord Voldemort snorted coldly as he probed Pency's thoughts. Although he had sent her on this suicide mission to vent his emotions, it would at least give her some help to increase her chances of success. As long as she could injure Dumbledore, it would be of some use to him.
Although Pency, who had been seen through, did not receive any further harm or punishment and was finally brought back to her home, she did not have a single moment of peace in her heart. How to assassinate the greatest light Magus was a huge problem for a Magus who had yet to graduate. Furthermore, as a member of the training class, everyone knew that Alan was an expert in mind manipulation. How could she hide her thoughts in front of him? Could she really learn the brain sealing technique before the end of the summer vacation...?
Late that night, near dawn, in the headmaster's office in Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat motionless on the throne-like chair behind the desk. His eyes were absent-minded as he scrutinized his charred hand that had been corroded by the dark magic curse. He did not seem to be in a clear state of mind.
Then, Dumbledore suddenly raised his head. The door to the headmaster's office opened automatically. Severus, who had returned in the middle of the night? Snape hurriedly walked in with a bottle of golden liquid. He saw the shattered ring on the table in front of Dumbledore, and the ruby on Gryffindor's sword glistening under the light.
Snape immediately began to chant an incantation. He pointed his wand at Dumbledore's injured wrist, and poured the thick golden liquid into Dumbledore's mouth with his left hand.
After the medicine took effect for a while, Dumbledore's eyes finally regained their clarity and could focus accurately.
"Is this the thing that made your hand like this?" Snape sat down beside Dumbledore and lifted Dumbledore's charred hand. He shouted at the headmaster, "You must have known that it would harm you. Why did you touch it?!"
"It's too tempting to me. It's as if it's targeting my situation and making me do stupid things …" Dumbledore smiled bitterly, and nodded in the direction of Gryffindor's sword. "Fortunately, I have it. I can use this Marvolo Sword as a weapon. Since it was one of Tom's soul vessels, it can destroy Gunter's ring. "
"Drink it up and you can contain the curse in your hand, but it's only temporary." Snape was still angry as he handed the remaining liquid to Dumbledore. He examined Dumbledore's charred hand and made a judgment with some suspicion. "But unexpectedly, its condition is better than I thought. This is not the style of the mysterious person. I was wondering why you were able to stay awake until I came back. Let's not talk about other things and quickly drink it up. But this is only temporary. If you don't suppress it, it will spread sooner or later."
"How much time do I have left?" Dumbledore asked as he poured the remaining golden liquid into his mouth.
"It's estimated to be about three years. You're lucky. If you don't waste your magic power to fight and let the curse continue to corrode and worsen within three years, and use the magic potion I brewed for you, there's still hope that you can completely remove it. "Snape calmly replied when he realized that things were not as bad as he thought.
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