"Master, there's something else I have to report to you. Pency Parkinson wrote a letter to The Dark Lord about the situation in the British Magic World, your relationship with the other purebloods and Dumbledore … So The Dark Lord sent Rabastan and the others back to the United Kingdom to try to destroy the Muggle Society and cause trouble for us, Harris …" Lucius did not use his usual slow tone. Instead, he sped up and reported in detail. He wanted to use this information to make up for his mistakes. "They plan to attack the Muggle Society … In order to avoid being caught by the Aura or to stop their actions, they may cast a spell and retreat immediately …"
"This is indeed a bit troublesome. The Aura needs some time to react before they can reach the scene through Phantom Shifting. If they don't have a pattern to choose a target and run away after casting a spell, it will be difficult for me to catch them …" Allen frowned and shook his head. "Are you sure it's only in the Muggle World?"
"Yes, master. There are Aura everywhere in the British Magic World. They don't dare to go there …" Lucius hesitated for a while before he gave a definite answer. Then, he saw Allen's expression and decided to tell him the rest of the bad news in one breath so that it would not make him more unhappy. "There's one more thing … The Dark Lord has also assigned me a task. He sent me back to the United Kingdom since I haven't exposed my identity in the Wizard World yet. I'll use the status and reputation of the Malfoy family to contact the other pureblood families. The Dark Lord wants to take this opportunity to make the families who did not support him before to support him … Master, what should I do?"
"It doesn't matter, Lucius. Just do as The Dark Lord says …" Allen did not seem to care much about this. "Just remember the families who agreed to support you and tell me their names."
Lucius wanted to agree, but he just opened his mouth and did not make a sound. He lowered his head a little, clasped his hands together, rubbed them uneasily, and moved hesitantly.
"Hmm? Don't worry, Lucius. I didn't just tell you that your safety is more important than this. " Even though Allen couldn't see through the mind of a Wizard who had activated the Brain Seal spell, he knew exactly what Lucius was worried about. "I won't let you be suspected."
No matter how worried Lucius was, Allen and Luna left quietly, just like how they came. Luna waved her hand and took away a piece of his biscuit.
In the forbidden forest beside the Hogwarts, Allen quickly made a bench out of vines. Luna gracefully sat on the bench and took a bite of the biscuit. She then unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle and took a big gulp.
The bubbles of the Coke rolled freely in the transparent bottle. Luna burped happily and said, "Lucius is scared."
"Hmm, but the thing he reported is troublesome …" Allen did not care about Lucius's mood. He responded briefly and then reached out his hand to Luna.
Luna broke off a piece of biscuit and handed it to Allen. Allen also took a bite. The biscuit was made of corn flour, butter, eggs, and sugar. It emitted the fragrance of milk and butter, making people especially hungry. After finishing it in a few bites, Allen clapped his hands and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He thought about the information he heard. Although he could not deal with Lord Voldemort for the greater good, Allen, who wanted to take revenge after Hermione was attacked, decided not to delay any longer and take action.
Allen's fingers tapped on his arm. He decided that when he returned to the tower, he would contact Penello and ask her to collect some information about Gringotte. Allen now needed the soul of Lord Voldemort.
"Why do you have to go through the trouble of Gringotte?" Luna, who was chewing on a biscuit, asked in an ungraceful manner. She even spat out some crumbs.
"Helga's golden cup was made into a soul vessel by Tom. I need the soul in it."
"The soul in my crown and monkey face's locket can't be used?"
"What? They weren't purified … "Allen was stunned for a moment." You mean they're still in the tower's time zone? You're useless? "
"If you're useless, you're still in the tower's time zone." Luna took a sip of her drink. "You have an eight-eyed spider."
"That saves me a lot of trouble." Allen understood. Anyway, the effect of the soul was the same. The soul in The Dark Lord's soul vessel was only of higher quality, but it was only a small fragment and it was more troublesome to purify it. Luna, who was afraid of trouble, hadn't fully recovered when she was young. When she recovered, she had an eight-eyed spider as a stable supply. Naturally, she didn't spend time on the soul fragments of the mysterious man.
"Let's go back to the tower and have a look." Luna drank the rest of the cola in big gulps and threw it away. She said vaguely with a soundless hiccup, "By the way, let's see how the eggs have been hatched by Raffles."
The two stood up, and the vines that had turned into chairs returned to their original state.
"Well, I have to inform father about Lucius's report so that he can be prepared." Allen plucked a leaf from Luna's head, threw it to the ground, and picked up the plastic bottle. "Muggle's plastic will take many years to degrade naturally. Don't throw it around …"
In Hogsmeade Village, Ron was still waiting at the exit on the other side of the examination room. When he saw Harry raising the license he had just received to him, he opened his mouth wide and shouted excitedly, "Harry, you did it!"
Harry looked back at Dumbledore who was still in the examination room and handed the license to Ron who was more excited than himself.
"Let's go to Three Brooms and drink butter beer to celebrate." Harry, who was infected by his friend's excitement, also decided to celebrate first. Anyway, Dumbledore in the modern world couldn't leave.
A few minutes later, the two little lions entered Three Brooms. Because of the Transfiguration exam, the tavern was more crowded and noisy than usual. It was warm and smoky. Miss Rosmerta was taking care of a group of witches chattering at the busiest table in the hall.
Harry and Ron went to the back of the room. There was a small table near the fireplace that was empty. After taking a seat, Ron took the initiative to go to the bar to order. He came back with two large glasses of foaming butter beer and a small basket of snacks. His financial situation this semester was much better than before.
Harry clinked his glass with Ron's. He raised his glass and took a big gulp. Then, their eyes were involuntarily attracted to the busiest place in the hall. In fact, almost all the wizards in the bar had their eyes fixed on that place. When more than ten witches gathered together, it was hard not to be attracted to them, whether they were all beautiful enough or not.
Harry put his glass to his lips and suddenly stopped. He nudged Ron with his elbow and said, "Why is Jenny here?"
Jenny's red curly hair stood out in the crowd. Ron also put down his glass and said, "She was brought over by Ravindra. The witches who worship Professor Trelawney agreed to meet here.
The one who was surrounded by them was Professor Sibyl Trelawney of the Divination class. Professor Trelawney's face was flushed red. She raised her empty glass and requested the waiter, Cheryl. "Cheryl, give me another glass of Sherry."
"I'm glad you like our wine, Professor." Cheryl took the empty glass but had no intention of refilling it. "But as your loyal fan, I have to think about your health. This is already the seventh glass of wine you've drunk."
"I'm in a good mood today. These are all good girls who support my classes and courses." Professor Trelawney held her head high. "There are many unintelligent little wizards in the school who like that old horse's class. Sorry, centaur … I asked him … the conversation between prophets … Could it be that he didn't feel the faint vibration before the disaster? But he seems to think I'm funny. Yes, funny! He doesn't know anything about divination! "
"Professor, we'll always love your classes!" Lavender Brown sat next to Professor Trelawney with a face full of admiration. "That centaur can't compare to you. Your divination has been tested and approved by the audience."
Jenny helplessly rolled her eyes. After all, when school started, Lavender was unhappy for a long time when he found out that Firenze wasn't responsible for the 6th grade students.
"That horse probably heard from others that I didn't inherit my great-great-grandmother's talent. These rumors have been spread by jealous people for several years. But if I didn't prove my ability to Dumbledore, would he let me teach in Hogwarts, the best school in the world? Would he trust me so much all these years? If I didn't prove my ability, would the audience approve of me so much? Would my program's ratings be so high? " When Sybil spoke, the exaggerated ornaments on her body made noises to show her anger.
The witches around her nodded heavily, afraid that they wouldn't let Trelawney know that they fully supported her.
Professor Trelawney's drunken voice rose a lot. "I clearly remember Dumbledore's first interview with me, at the Pig's Head Bar … I have to admit, at first I didn't think he liked divination, but then …"
Harry pricked up his ears and listened carefully, because he knew what had happened at that time. Professor Trelawney had made a prophecy that changed his life.
"But then we were interrupted by Severus? Snape rudely interrupted. "Trelawney angrily turned the beaded bracelet on his wrist." At that time, there was a commotion outside the door. Snape stood outside the door and talked nonsense, saying that he went up the wrong stairs, but I suspected that he was caught eavesdropping on Dumbledore and my interview. He was also looking for a job at that time, no doubt he wanted to learn something … Well, after that, you know, Dumbledore seemed to be very willing to give me a job. I can't help but think that it was because he liked my unpretentious style and my talent for calmness, which was a sharp contrast to the arrogant and aggressive young man who was eavesdropping through the keyhole … "
Harry couldn't hear the rest of Trelawney's words. His face was pale and he sat there motionless. Wave after wave of shock washed over him, one after another, drowning everything except for the situation he didn't know before. It was Snape who eavesdropped on the prophecy, it was Snape who told the Lord Voldemort about the prophecy, it was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who asked the Lord Voldemort to kill Lily, James and their son.
"I have to find Dumbledore." Harry was so numb that the pitch of his voice changed. He suddenly stood up, knocking over the table, and ran out of the Three Brooms Bar without a care. Anger and hatred were fighting in his heart with shock and excitement, so much so that he had completely forgotten that Dumbledore was in the examination hall in Hogwarts. He ran towards the headmaster's office in Hogsmeade.
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