Pokémon's Lord of Fear

"..You mean, you want to see it?" Teng Shu's mouth twitched. He was ready to take a break, but who knew that Daigo would come and want to see the sequel to Harry Potter's story.

Looking at the look in his elder brother's eyes, Teng Shu really had no way to refuse. After all, strictly speaking, this matter was indeed Teng Shu's own problem in the beginning. It was because his brother could not go mining and was forced to come here.

Teng Shu pinched his brows, then sat up and began to write the plot of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

One night, the light fell on the bare branches of the old oak tree at number four Privet Drive. Harry Potter was lying on his bed, dreaming of life at Hogwarts next semester. However, he had never imagined that a thrilling adventure was quietly approaching. The sound of the wind outside the house suddenly became sharp and piercing, like a ghost's whisper, breaking the tranquility of the night. Harry woke up suddenly with his heart in his throat. He felt an unprecedented chill, as if something bad was about to happen.

He opened the window and saw chaos in the distance. Owls were flying in panic. The lamp posts on the street flickered, as if controlled by invisible hands. A black figure slid through the air like a ghost, and whispers drifted in the wind. The creepy feeling made Harry cold all over. He remembered the dangerous creature that Dumbledore had mentioned - Dementors. Could it be that...
The next second, fear swept through his whole body. Two dark shadows slowly fell from the sky like huge bats, bringing with them a gust of cold wind. Harry instinctively grabbed the wand from the bedside and shouted the spell in a trembling voice: "Expedience Patronus!" But nothing happened. Fear overwhelmed him like a tide. He had never felt so helpless. The terrible memory of his parents being killed in front of him instantly flooded into his mind.

Harry closed his eyes in despair, but at this moment, a clear sound like a silver bell came from a distance. He opened his eyes in astonishment and found that a silver light was breaking through the darkness and fighting fiercely with the Dementors. The light became stronger and stronger, and finally expelled the Dementors completely. Harry looked blankly in the direction where the light came from, his heart full of doubts and gratitude.

The next day, he came to the Dursley's house and explained to Uncle Vernon what happened last night, but was ridiculed and mercilessly beaten by his cousin Dudley. In this family full of prejudice and indifference, no one could understand his pain. At this moment, Hedwig flew into the room with an urgent letter. Harry opened the letter and learned that the Ministry of Magic was about to question him because his behavior last night was suspected of violating the ban on underage wizards using magic.

In the spring of 1995, in the cold interrogation room of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Harry stood in front of a huge mirror. The memories of being attacked by Dementors came flooding back. Cornelius Fudge flipped through the documents expressionlessly, his eyes cold and sharp, as if he could see through Harry.

"Potter, do you admit to using magic to protect yourself without permission?" The official's voice echoed in the interrogation room, cold and serious.

Harry lowered his head and clenched his fists, his heart filled with anger and helplessness. He thought of the desperate Dementor and the price he paid to protect himself. "I have no choice!" Harry argued loudly with a hint of trembling in his voice.

Just as Fudge was about to announce his decision to expel Harry, Dumbledore walked in like a savior. He was leaning on his iconic old wand, his hair was as white as snow, and his eyes were wise and firm. "I believe in Harry," Dumbledore looked at Fudge and said word by word, "He acted in self-defense at the time."

Thanks to Dumbledore's testimony and Cornelius Fudge's reluctant concession, Harry was saved from expulsion from Hogwarts. However, he was not free from the nightmare. When he left the Ministry of Magic, he overheard several wizards whispering, vaguely mentioning Voldemort's name. That low and dangerous name stirred up ripples in his heart like a poisonous snake.

After returning to Hogwarts, Harry found a weird atmosphere in the school. Professor McGonagall's expression became solemn, and the students were talking about it in private. What's worse, Umbridge, the ugly woman, was like an insidious poisonous snake at this moment, silently sliding into the territory of Hogwarts. She not only brought the cumbersome "Education Order", but also changed the practical Defense Against the Dark Arts course into boring theoretical teaching, and forbade students to do any practical exercises.

Facing Umbridge's oppression, Harry never gave in. He knew very well that in order to protect himself and his classmates, he had to master real defensive magic. However, whenever a spark of resistance ignited in his heart, Umbridge's specially made wand would beat him mercilessly, leaving deep scars, as if mocking his arrogance.

Just when Harry was in despair, Hermione illuminated his world like a ray of light. She proposed to set up a secret study group - "Dumbledore's Army", so that students could learn practical defense skills in private. Harry looked at Hermione's determined eyes, as if he saw a glimmer of hope, and he agreed without hesitation.

After Dolores Umbridge came to power, Hogwarts fell into silence, as if shrouded in a haze. She not only tampered with the school rules and formulated a cumbersome "Education Order", slandered Harry and Dumbledore as "rumormongers", and punished students at will with the whip smeared with the blood of rebels, but also, what was even more outrageous was that she banned all practical teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts, making students helpless in the face of the threat of Voldemort and his followers.

In these dark days, Harry felt unprecedented helplessness and anger. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't find a way out. "We can't just sit there and wait for death," Hermione came to Harry's dormitory one night with a firm light in her eyes. "We must take action ourselves and learn how to protect ourselves."

Thus, a secret plan quietly sprouted in the minds of Harry and Hermione. They decided to form a defense group of their own. The news spread to every corner of the campus like a spring breeze. More and more students joined this secret organization. Among them were brave warriors of Gryffindor, loyal companions of Hufflepuff, and even wise men of Ravenclaw. Under the leadership of Harry, they began the arduous and secret training, learning how to use the wand and how to cast defensive spells.

And this also played an important role in the future decisive battle. Teng Shu felt that this was a very interesting foreshadowing. Although it was a bit outrageous that a group of young wizards could defeat the Death Eaters, what else could they do if they had all been trained?
Just like the hard-working navy hero next door, didn't he just put in 300% effort and then directly became the new generation of navy hero that Oda wanted to create?

Poor Cap, he became the cushion for the new generation. So it is a very good performance that Harry Potter did not let Dumbledore become the cushion.

Teng Shu sighed and continued writing the plot, while Daigo watched curiously from the side.

As time went by, a name began to spread among the students - "Dumbledore's Army". This name was like a ray of hope, illuminating the darkness in the students' hearts. They firmly believed that as long as they united as one, they would be able to defeat the dark forces.

However, their actions did not escape Umbridge's eyes. Late one night, when members of the "Dumbledore Army" were having a secret meeting in the dormitory, Umbridge suddenly broke into the dormitory with several Aurors. Her eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, staring at the students in front of her viciously. "Potter, I knew what you would do," she sneered, holding the wand high in her hand, "You little brats, how dare you disobey my orders!"

Facing Umbridge's threat, Harry stood up fearlessly, "Umbridge, you can't treat us like this!" Although his voice was still a little immature, his eyes revealed determination and courage, "We are students of Hogwarts, we have the right to protect ourselves!"

Umbridge sneered and swung the wand in her hand violently. A red light shot straight at Harry. Harry instinctively raised his wand to resist, but Umbridge's magic was too powerful. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and the wand in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. At this time, he heard Hermione's anxious shout from the side, "Grow bigger quickly!" A green light shot out from the tip of Hermione's wand, and it instantly turned into a giant spider, pouncing on Umbridge.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, other students also cast magic to resist. Although their magic was not mature enough, under the leadership of Harry and Hermione, they still bravely fought a fierce battle with Umbridge and her Aurors. Umbridge was furious when she saw this. She waved her wand and powerful spells rained down on the students.

After the battle, Umbridge left the dormitory in a rage. She vowed to catch all members of the "Dumbledore's Army" in one fell swoop. Harry looked at the destroyed dormitory and injured classmates, his heart filled with deep guilt and self-blame, but he knew that they could not give up. The "Dumbledore's Army" must continue to exist because they are the last line of defense of Hogwarts.

Harry felt as if his heart was torn apart by pain. Whenever he closed his eyes, the scene of Sirius falling into the veil would appear in his mind. The shrill sound of the spell and Bellatrix's crazy laughter haunted him like ghosts and prevented him from falling asleep. Although the training in "Dumbledore's Army" had helped him grow in magical skills, whenever he saw the hurt eyes of his classmates and their bodies and minds tortured by Umbridge, the guilt in Harry's heart would surge like a tide.

In the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort, Harry finally understood the mysterious and dangerous connection between himself and Voldemort. Their souls seemed to be tightly connected by an invisible thread, which made Harry feel both fearful and confused. He began to think about what truth was hidden behind all this and what the prophecy of "the two cannot coexist in the world" meant.
In this magical world full of darkness and lies, Harry felt unprecedented loneliness and confusion. However, just when he was about to be swallowed by the darkness, Cho Zhang came into his life like a ray of sunshine. They met in the Room of Requirement, surrounded by an indescribable mystery and romance. Harry looked at Cho Zhang's beautiful face and those eyes full of spirit, and the defense line in his heart collapsed instantly. Cho Zhang was also moved by Harry's sincerity and courage. The two lonely hearts gradually approached, looking for each other's warmth and comfort in this dark world.

But good times are always short-lived. The betrayal of Qiu's best friend Marietta was like a bolt from the blue, shattering the love between Harry and Qiu. Qiu's betrayal made Harry feel unprecedented hurt and anger. He could not accept that his once close lover would betray him. His heart was as painful as if it was torn apart, with tears welling up in his eyes. "Why?" Harry questioned Qiu at the top of his voice, but all he got was Qiu's silent tears and regret.

During the training breaks of "Dumbledore's Army", Harry often went to a corner alone and gently stroked his deep wound with the dim light of his wand - that was the mark left by Umbridge's teaching stick. The wound not only made him feel painful, but also served as a wake-up call, reminding him all the time: in order to protect himself and his companions, this silent struggle must continue.

During a late-night special training, Harry told Hermione and Ron about the strange dreams he had recently been having. Ron's eyes widened in disbelief, "Those dreams...could they be some conspiracy of Voldemort?" Hermione nodded thoughtfully, "It's possible, we have to find out some way." After some discussion, they decided to use the Pensieve to explore the truth of Harry's dreams.

In the Ministry of Magic, Harry moved through the corridors like a ghost. With every step he took, he could feel the tension and uneasiness in the air. Voldemort's breath enveloped the entire space like a haze, making people feel creepy. He tightly grasped his wand, feeling nervous and expectant. Finally, he saw a room with a strange atmosphere, where Voldemort could vaguely see being conducting experiments with dark magic.

Just as Harry was about to observe further, a sharp gaze shot over. He turned around abruptly and saw Bellatrix Lestrange staring at him coldly with a cruel smile on her lips. "Little Potter, how dare you come here?" Harry's heart tightened, but he forced himself to calm down and used a silencing spell to quietly retreat.

But it's too late
".Gone?" Daigo looked at Teng Shu in surprise. Teng Shu nodded. That means it's gone.

After that, it's the Deathly Hallows, and Snape's deep love will be revealed. Teng Shu is a little hesitant. He is thinking about whether to give Snape an IF route? (End of this chapter)