Lu Mingfei: Hogwarts repeater

Chapter 127 Voldemort: I want to win over Lu Mingfei!
Penny, who was already thin, had become almost out of shape due to the suffering of the past few days.

Petunia was standing at the sink, idly wiping the dishes in her hands, when Vernon burst in with a letter and a yell.

Even though the plate had been wiped spotless, almost wiping off the paint, Petunia kept on wiping it.

When she heard Vernon's shout, her hand shook, and the plate in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound of shattering ceramics. She suddenly collapsed as if she had lost all her strength.

"Petunia, Petunia!" Vernon supported Petunia, "What's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, I just...is it that one?" Penny's voice was terribly hoarse, "Is that thing in your hand what I thought it was?"

"This?" Vernon glanced at the envelope he was holding tightly in his hand, and then realized, "No, Petunia, you misunderstood, this is not a court summons, but... a letter, from, those people!"

"Who are they?" Penny was stunned.

"That's it, that group of people, that group of strange guys..."

Penny still couldn't react to the Riddler's words.

Petunia shuddered all over, "Are they coming to cause trouble for us too?"

"It's almost like taking off all your clothes and running around naked!"

"I think that since those weird guys want to let Harry enroll, we might as well... let them help us solve this problem.

"Oh my god...right now, right now!" Vernon almost wanted to yell, but thought of having someone to ask for, he held it back, which made his already red face almost look like blood was about to ooze out.

"Are you crazy?" Petunia lowered her voice subconsciously, "Let those wizards come?"

"But we still need an owl to deliver the message..."

As Penny was talking, there was a sudden thumping sound from the window nearby. The two of them looked in the direction of the sound and were startled - it was a huge bald eagle!

"Hogwarts?" Petunia blurted.

The sound of the TV in the living room was particularly loud. Dudley still didn't understand what the Dursleys were worried about these days. He had given up crying after he cried for a day and found that he didn't get any useful feedback.

"Of course, as long as I add enough warning in my subsequent reply, they will be frightened.

"Okay, this metaphor sounds a little inappropriate for children," Lu Mingfei patted his mouth.

Completely opposite to the tense and depressed atmosphere of the Dursleys' family, Lu Mingfei was taking Harry to play in the playground.

"Believe in my plan, Harry, being powerful is a good thing, but using your brain to your advantage can sometimes achieve your goals more easily.

They always find out about this in weird ways, but the fact that they haven't come to the door yet shows that they don't care! "

"They won't dare to treat me like they did before, right?" Harry felt that he understood Lu Mingfei's intention.

"let me see."

Lu Mingfei said confidently.

"They know, Petunia, they must know. Look at the address on the letter. It says 'The Storage Room Under the Stairs.'

They quickly found a piece of paper and began to write a reply on it, which was a difficult process.

"what?"

For the Dursleys, taking the initiative to contact the wizards they avoided was like going up a mountain of swords and down a sea of ​​fire.

I think this is enough to teach them a profound lesson! "

After all, they're a weird bunch to begin with, right? There must be some weird methods! "

"...Okay, then we should write a letter to reply and tell them about this..." After a brief struggle, Petunia was quickly convinced by Vernon.

"But, Petunia, we can't really wait for the court summons to arrive. We still need to live a normal life..." Vernon said with great difficulty, looking like he might be out of breath at any moment.

Being in trouble by both the court and the wizard at the same time, it's hard to say which one is more terrifying for Petunia.

"No, no, Petunia, on the contrary," Vernon swallowed and said with difficulty, "This letter is written to Harry. I have read it, and it says that Harry should go to a place called Ho... Where to go to school..."

Petunia took the letter over and looked at it. After just glancing at it twice, she murmured, "Yes, that's it. This is the admission letter to Hogwarts..."

"I mean, the reaction of your aunt and uncle's family after receiving this letter! Tangled, nervous, anxious, worried, and disgusting, but it is something that has to be done and accepted...

"Will they really allow me to go to Hogwarts?" Harry was still a little worried.

For example, right now, the Dursleys and their family are in dire straits, and your admission letter is the only way for them to contact the wizard, who is also their only life-saving straw!

"But if they knew what we did to him... wouldn't they be angry?" Penny asked guiltily.

The whole kitchen fell silent for a moment, almost lifeless. Vernon breathed heavily and handed Petunia the crumpled letter in his hand.

"Yes, that's it!" Vernon nodded, not realizing why he didn't remember the content of the letter after seeing it, but Petunia knew it.

The bald eagle stared at them with fierce eyes, and pecked the window again with its hard beak. A crack suddenly appeared on the transparent glass, and it stared directly at the letter in Penny's hand.

To be honest, if I hadn't figured out how to make that protective magic work even when you don't need to be around them, I would have really wanted this to happen. "

"If they take action and are discovered by the police or something, we will be completely finished!"

I will give you the magic items you can use to contact me then. If they do something again...then don't blame me for being rude. Professor Dumbledore will not say anything more for them then! "

Vernon said it confidently.

"Your sister!" Vernon couldn't help it. He blushed, as if saying these words put great pressure on him, "Those wizards!"

Therefore, no matter how disgusted they are, they must do this unless they really want to go to jail...

"To be honest, if I didn't think it was a waste, I would have even planned to find a few adult wizards to act out a show with me, and make court officials come to my door.

But forget it, I think this should be enough. With the character of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, they should choose to give you a better treatment, avoid you, or try to ignore you..."

Just as he was talking, a familiar cry of "oil, oil, oil" sounded from the sky.

Without raising his head, Lu Mingfei raised his right hand and said to Harry, "Look, with such a fast movement, they may have been frightened and confused!"

"Oil, oil!" America landed on Lu Mingfei's right hand, stretched out a paw, and handed the letter to him. "Okay, okay, the reason why you are not allowed to scream in front of them is because your appearance is already ferocious enough, so there is no need to ruin the atmosphere by shouting... When will you not spoil it? Let's wait until you learn the call of the red-tailed hawk. ”

Lu Mingfei's explanation made America angrily peck Lu Mingfei's hand, but not even a white mark was left.

"Hmm...are they still taking a chance? Well, it's not a surprise." Lu Mingfei opened the letter, looked at it, and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the letter and after reading it carefully, his hand held the letter tighter.

"How could they do this!"

"Of course, everyone can take chances, right? After making a mistake, they subconsciously make excuses or avoid the easy one. Most people like this." Lu Mingfei smiled.

"It's just that they didn't expect that all this was a trap set by me... Otherwise, it might be possible for them to hide it. In fact, in this way, after I reply to the letter, the deterrent effect on them will only be better.

After all, they couldn't imagine how I knew the whole thing. "

Writing a letter doesn't take much time. Lu Mingfei, who already had something to say in his mind, came right away with his pen. He finished the letter in three strokes and asked America to take a trip again.

If he hadn't been unable to master the magic of making the quill move and write on its own, this process would have been much easier.

As for those magic quills that can write according to one's heart, Lu Mingfei cannot use them either.

He has been using Occlumency from Professor Dumbledore. If anyone's magic quill had the ability to break through this curse, they would probably have stopped making quills long ago.

How come you can't make money with such strength, so you have to sell quills? It's just like someone who has mastered controllable nuclear fusion technology setting up a stall on the street to tell fortunes.

Not to mention how the Dursleys were so frightened after seeing Lu Mingfei's reply that they finally plucked up the courage to read it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not to mention that Lu Mingfei used school board funds to legitimately take Harry everywhere to have fun.

Not to mention how after Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts with the Sorcerer's Stone, he found several professors to discuss how to store the Sorcerer's Stone...

……

There was no light source in the dark wooden shack, and the surroundings were pitch black. Only the moonlight could pass through the gaps in the wooden shack on the ceiling and fall on the ground, illuminating some dense black mist.

And... many blood beads floating out of thin air, and shriveled corpses of animals that were almost unrecognizable.

"Wake up, wake up quickly!" A cold and hoarse voice sounded.

"Hmm..."

The unconscious man lying on the bed was finally awakened by the call that seemed to come from the devil in hell. He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but he groaned palely because of the severe pain and weakness that spread throughout his body.

"Drink." Voldemort controlled the blood to flow into Quirrell's mouth on the bed.

"Master..." Quirrell's voice sounded like a mosquito. Because he was lying on his back, and the smell of blood was too fishy and strong, he was soon choked and coughed.

But this did not slow down Voldemort's movements. He just controlled the blood to pour into Quirrell's throat, regardless of whether Quirrell could accept it or not.

Strange whispers came from the black mist that represented Voldemort. Quirrell's dying body began to recover visibly to the naked eye because a large amount of blood and flesh and blood tissue had been extracted in a short period of time.

A moment later, Quirrell, who was still lying on the bed and feeling weak, completely recovered. He knelt down on the ground tremblingly, not daring to look up at the black mist in the sky.

"You did a good job, Quirrell." Voldemort's cold voice sounded, "What was the spell I asked you to release? What was the last one you released?"

"Cast... a life-killing curse, master." Quirrell's body was shaking like a sieve, "What I released... was a coma spell..."

"Yes, very good..." Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder, "How dare you disobey my order!"

"No, Master! No!" Quirrell quickly buried his head in the ground again.

"Lu Mingfei, he is very special...very powerful. I am worried that he will notice...ahhhhh!"

Quirrell suddenly began to scream in pain, and he seemed to suddenly feel the heartbreaking pain.

"Don't lie to me!" Voldemort shouted loudly, and then said sinisterly, "I can feel that there is something hidden in your words..."

"Yes, yes, Master, I don't dare to do it anymore!" Quilo said, enduring the excruciating pain, "Lu Mingfei, he helped me back then..."

"I helped you, how could I help you?" Voldemort asked with a sneer, "Dumbledore's brat, help you, a dark wizard who surrendered to me?"

"That was...when I was still in school," Quirrell replied quickly.

"It's not a big favor. He just lent me some textbooks for free, and then asked me to provide some tutoring services to students who bought copies of the books he had. I can still make a profit from it..."

"Hmm... a way to win over people's hearts." Voldemort suddenly became interested, "Is that guy a Slytherin?"

"No, he is Gryffindor, Master."

"Gryffindor?" Voldemort frowned, and the external manifestation was that the black mist suddenly stirred, which almost made Quirrell completely frightened and fell to the ground.

"No, it's impossible. His ability... such a powerful aura of destruction and destruction is definitely a curse on the same level as the Unforgivable Curse!
Even in this state, I still need to absorb your flesh and cast a curse to stop you... You're lying to me! "

"No, no, Master! I didn't lie to you!"

Quirrell, who was afraid of suffering heart-wrenching pain again, quickly spoke out. At this moment, something suddenly came to his mind that made his eyes light up, and he quickly spoke it out.

"Master, it's true that Lu Mingfei is in Gryffindor now, but he is a very special person. When he first entered school, the choice given by the Sorting Hat was - Azkaban!"

The dark wooden shed suddenly became quiet. Of course Voldemort was not frightened by the word Azkaban. He just wondered for a moment whether he looked easy to deceive... The Sorting Hat called out Azkaban?

Does such an outrageous joke treat him as some kind of brainless thing? !

But it was precisely because it was so outrageous that Voldemort had to believe it.

"go on."

"Later, Professor Dumbledore said that the Sorting Hat had been hit by a powerful confusion spell, so he retested Lu Mingfei, and the Sorting Hat came to the conclusion of Gryffindor..."

"Ha! Confusion Curse! That is an item protected by spells cast by the founders of the four branches. How could it be affected by the Confusion Curse, Dumbledore, an old liar!" Voldemort said disdainfully.

"He must have changed the result later!"

"Interesting, interesting... If it's Azkaban, it means that boy has the corresponding character and ability. Everything matches up, that kind of beam of light that destroys and destroys... I want to recruit him to be my subordinate!"

PS: Today’s sane discussion post – What methods will Voldemort use to recruit Lu Mingfei?
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