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Chapter 212 The Local Wizards Are Too Disrespectful

"I have a bold idea."

In the corridor of Hogwarts Castle, two senior students were lying on the fence on the third floor of the stepladder patio, winking and talking.

They are one tall and one short, their faces have shed the childishness of little wizards, and they have thick beards on their chins. At the age of graduation, if it weren't for the Hogwarts school robes they were wearing, they would look like adult wizards. Not much difference.

"Don't you like Miss Bors from Ravenclaw College?" The tall student said in a low voice: "I heard that she plans to leave England after graduation and go to France to develop her career."

"That's right, obviously, because of this, she rejected me." The short man said sadly.

"I'm thinking I mean, in this case, maybe there's a potion that will do the trick."

"You mean love potion?" The short man was taken aback, his eyes widened: "No, I won't do this kind of thing! I mean, it's illegal!"

"Why do you think so! I don't want to enter Azkaban just after graduation!" The tall man winked his eyes, "I have a method that is harmless to others, but can allow you to get what you want."

"any solution?"

"As I said, a potion. You must know, a compound potion."

"Compound medicine?"

"This potion can make people change from the physical level, can't it?" The tall man whispered: "I mean, not just the face."

The short man gave a shocked look, and things quickly got complicated.

"Would you like to do that? I mean wouldn't it be weird?"

"We are good brothers!" The tall man patted his chest: "Besides, I also have someone I like."

The two looked at each other with weird smiles.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded from behind, which made the two of them suddenly excited, and quickly restrained their expressions, and turned their heads to look.

I saw Professor Umbridge walking towards the two with a gloomy face.

"It's over!" The two of them turned pale immediately, and they were too frightened to move. With this distance, what they said just now must have been heard by Umbridge.

But surprisingly, Umbridge ignored them, didn't even look at the two of them, and walked down the stepladder with a preoccupied look.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

"As luck would have it, it looks like she didn't hear."

"Umbridge looks a little strange."

"What's so strange, she doesn't have this expression every day?"

"No, she looks a little...scared?"

"You think too much, let's study where to get the materials of compound medicine."

Divination professor's office.

Tang Sen put down the crystal pendant on his wrist and meditated in his heart.

"It would be dangerous to let Umbridge go."

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After reading it silently seven times, Tang Sen opened his eyes and saw that the pendant was turning clockwise at a slow speed.

This means the risk is low.

The expected result. Based on Townsend's understanding of Umbridge, the other party is a pure bullying type. At least in the current situation, Umbridge did not dare to act rashly.

Of course, Tang Sen also knows that a fortuneteller is not as powerful as he described. He can indeed see a certain future and the past, but this requires enough information to support it, and the more difficult the fortune-telling is, the more difficult it is. The more spirituality is consumed.

"Umbridge can't stay for long. This kind of person will give in to me out of fear and others out of fear. She is not stable."

"But at the moment she still has meaning in staying at Hogwarts."

Compared to a Hogwarts that is completely controlled by Dumbledore, Townsend is more willing to face the current situation and let Voldemort and Umbridge resist part of the firepower for him——

How could Townsend not know Dumbledore's doubts about him? He was very sure that if it wasn't for the current situation, he wouldn't be so happy in the castle.

Tang Sen performed a few more divinations to confirm that the current situation was still under planning, and then he put away the crystal pendant.

"The news I released in class should be met with a lot of rebuttals, doubts and even scolding."

"However, controversy is the best way to spread it, and my name will be known to most wizards in the UK."

Tang Sen narrowed his eyes: "Next, just wait for the bullet to fly for a while."

"My identity as a fortune teller can be established."

He casually grabbed a handful of Floo powder and disappeared into the fireplace along with the green flames.

The British wizarding world is not considered a big circle. Almost as night fell, most of the parents of Hogwarts students had already received the news of what happened at Hogwarts today.

Contrary to the students, the first feeling of some parents is not fear, but anger.

They would not believe what their children said, and believed that such magical divination really existed. In their view, this was obviously a deliberately fabricated statement.

Perhaps this new divination professor intends to gain fame for himself in this way, perhaps because the other party was instructed by Dumbledore to fight back against the recent reports about Hogwarts on the Daily Prophet— —

Parents are more likely to believe in the latter.

But no matter what the purpose of this divination professor is, he shouldn't involve the students and take advantage of the students' blind trust.

Report letters flew towards the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts like a tide, and there were many parents who spoke fiercely and even directly sent roaring letters.

Of course, there are also some parents who already recognized the remarks of Dumbledore and Harry Potter, and have natural trust in this news. Many parents have written to the Ministry of Magic to convey this prophecy, hoping that the Ministry of Magic will handle it carefully. Prevent accidents in Azkaban.

In short, a prophecy in the divination class made the British wizarding world, which was originally and undercurrents, lively like a pot of cold water, and even those wizards who did not have children studying at Hogwarts began Get involved in this topic.

At this time, a parent was in a panic.

Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.

In fact, he was the last of a small group of people to know the news. Although he had a son who studied at Hogwarts and even experienced that divination class on the spot, his poor son had to clean up after class. The bathroom in the castle didn't have time to write him a letter to inform him. He didn't know the news until the dinner at night.

"Mysterious people will attack Azkaban in the near future."

When Lucius heard this sentence, his hands and feet were cold. Others would dispute and doubt this prophecy, but he is a Death Eater. Not only did he know this plan, but he also provided it in terms of funds and intelligence. got help.

Most importantly, according to the plan, this operation will start tomorrow night.

He can be sure that apart from Voldemort himself and the few Death Eaters who are going to personally participate in the operation, only he, the person in charge of logistics, knows the news, and those Death Eaters have been following Voldemort for the past few days. around.

Now that the news has spread throughout the wizarding world, what will Voldemort think?
Think a soothsayer foresaw his actions?
Maybe so, after all, Voldemort's last failure was due to a prophecy, and he would believe in the existence of divination.

However, before verifying the authenticity of the divination, the other party would never ignore another possibility—someone leaked the news.

And among all the people who knew the news, the only one who could do so... would undoubtedly be himself.

Thinking of this, Lucius only felt a chill rising from his tailbone, his hands and feet were cold, his face was pale, and he left the dinner scene quickly, barely trying to hide it, waving his wand directly, and disappearing with Apparition in place.

The next moment, he appeared in the courtyard of a spooky mansion in the suburbs.

Pushing open the creaking door and walking up the dark and greasy stairs, Lucius could already hear the discussion upstairs and the furious shouts of a certain Death Eater.

hiss--

In the shadows, a big snake meandered over, raised its head slightly, and stared at him with those cold vertical pupils.

Lucius shuddered, quickly quickened his pace, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.

The discussion in the room stopped, someone opened the door, and then Lucius saw that on the long table in the room, everyone was staring at him, including his extremely pale skin, whose face was distorted like a snake General master.

"Lucius—" His hoarse and cold voice sounded in the room: "We are discussing you."

"About that new divination professor, and that prophecy"

"Master!" Lucius quickly walked up to Voldemort and knelt down, bowed his head deeply, kissed the face of the ring on the opponent's hand, did not dare to look up, but said: "I just found out about this news, There was no delay at all, just rushed over."

He could feel a cold gaze staring at him, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

He knew how cruel and powerful his master's methods were.

"Just now?" A Death Eater next to him sneered, "I remember that the Malfoy family still has a precious son who goes to Hogwarts. You should be the first to know about it."

Another Death Eater also laughed sharply: "I thought you had run away, maybe hiding in Hogwarts, hiding behind Dumbledore's ass."

"No!" Lucius raised his head abruptly and shouted excitedly, "Master, please believe in my loyalty, I will never betray you."

There was no expression on Voldemort's face, he just stared at Lucius with those indifferent eyes, and said, "So, is it really a prophecy?"

"It's true!" Lucius said quickly: "Actually, I originally planned to meet with that fortune-teller from the East today, test his skills, and then introduce him to the master, but I didn't expect—"

His expression was distorted by fear and anger: "How dare he do such a thing, dare to destroy the master's plan!"

"Master, don't worry, I will contact Fudge and the other Hogwarts school managers to drive this person out of Hogwarts, and then bring him to you!"

Voldemort didn't answer him, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

The big snake slowly crawled over from behind, followed Lucius's hunched back, took his body as a ladder, and hovered over the back of the stool behind Voldemort.

After a long time, Voldemort finally leaned back on the back of the chair. He looked around and said softly, "So, another prophet."

"I'm afraid everyone will not forget that prophecy back then, the prophecy about my failure and death."

"A lot of people, even some of you here, thought I had failed, that I died at the hands of a baby."

The corners of his mouth slowly opened, and he let out a mocking laugh: "But I didn't, I'm back again."

"I defeated that prophecy and reversed the doomed future, and now, I want to take back everything that belongs to me, if anyone dares to stop me—"

"Kill them all!" The Death Eaters answered, waving their wands excitedly, and the room was suddenly lit up with green light and black mist.

"Lucius, if you don't bring that fortune teller with you the next time you see you, you should know the consequences."

Voldemort drew his wand.

"Yes, master!" Lucius nodded tremblingly.

"If that fortune teller is really as magical as the rumors say, I'm curious whether he can predict the future fate of the magic world. If he can, I think he will make a wise choice."

With that said, Voldemort pointed his wand at Lucius and chanted a spell lightly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Lucius fell to the ground instantly, convulsed in the unimaginable torture, and couldn't even scream.

"A little lesson, Lucius." Voldemort stood up, his black robes trailing on the ground with his footsteps, "Because you are late today."

He looked at the other Death Eaters and said, "Let's go, since the plan has been exposed, then we will act early."

"Master!" a Death Eater shouted excitedly, "Are we finally announcing your return?"

"Not yet." Voldemort sneered. "I'd be happy to see Dumbledore being entangled by idiots from the Ministry of Magic. Now that my strength has not fully recovered, there is no need to confront him head-on."

"Master is thoughtful." The Death Eater praised: "Let that idiot Fudge hold Dumbledore back. I don't know what reason he will use to cover up this matter this time."

Voldemort waved his wand, and everyone present disappeared.

Lucius finally finished the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. He stood up weakly and unsteadily, and was about to wave his wand to apparate when he suddenly heard footsteps slowly coming up from downstairs.

The sound of footsteps was strange, and at the same time as the hard heels of the leather shoes trampled on the wooden stairs, there was another sound accompanying it.

thump-thump-

Like a knock on a door, every blow hit Lucius' heartbeat.

"Who!"

Lucius yelled.

No one answered him, but the footsteps were getting closer.

Lucius gritted his teeth, mobilized his magic power, and waved his wand towards the door without hesitation.

"Smashed to pieces!"

The door was blasted open, and amidst the flying sawdust, he saw a figure emerging from the darkness.

The other party was wearing a decent double-breasted dress and was leaning on a golden cane. He was at the junction of light and darkness. His blue pupils calmly stared at Lucius standing in the room.

"Oh, am I late?"

The person who came didn't care about Lucius' pale face and the wand pointing at him, walked into the room unhurriedly, and looked around.

"Sorry, I'm really not familiar with London, and I lost a little time because I got lost. It seems that the real master has left?"

"Who are you?" There was a faint light on the tip of Lucius' wand.

"You haven't heard of me?" The visitor showed a disappointed expression. "It's really a pity. Although it's only half a day, I have clearly announced my arrival. The wizard in England is really disappointing."

"Introduce yourself, you can call me Mr. Reed, of course, I prefer another name."

"magician."

Lucius has just been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, and he is also under the psychological pressure of facing Voldemort's torture if he fails to complete the task, so there is no interest in listening to people's long speeches.

This is where Voldemort is temporarily hiding. Except for those Death Eaters who have been following Voldemort, only I know the location. Now that Voldemort has just left, a stranger broke in
Lucius gritted his teeth, and he could imagine what Voldemort would think.

Damn, there is no end!Why is it always me who is wronged!
Thinking of this, Lucius waved his wand directly: "Cruciate!"

The pain of being tortured just now and the hatred in his heart made him exert the unprecedented power of this Unforgivable Curse, and the red light directly penetrated the visitor's body.

through?

Lucius noticed this, and his heart skipped a beat. The Cruciatus Curse is not a magic spell for physical attacks, a hit is a hit, and there will be no such phenomenon as penetration.

Unless it's empty.

He took a closer look and saw the figure of the man slowly dissipating into the air.

Then he heard a sigh.

"That's not a pleasant way to say hello."

"The local wizards are so rude."

　It's almost the same, and it's a big chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)