People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 154: Voldemort is Furious

To be honest, Bagir sometimes wondered if vampires were created by nature to save resources.

While destroying the resource-wasting humans, they also transform themselves into a super energy-efficient species that can function for several months simply by drinking blood.

Thinking of this, Bagel tapped the table with his index finger, and two cups of emerald green liquid appeared next to Alice and Rosalie.

"Fresh dragon blood, you can try it."

Narcissa's expression was a little strange. Although in Muggle novels, soaking in dragon blood can make people invulnerable to swords and guns, and taking it can strengthen the body.

But in the magical world, dragon blood is poisonous, and among the twelve effects of dragon blood, none of them can be ingested directly without processing.

If not processed, it is best known for its use as a stovetop cleaner.

One drop of dragon's blood mixed with water can make enough cleaning agent to last for a year.

So, from Narcissa's point of view, this was no different than drinking the detergent directly.

But under the senses of Alice and Rosalie.

The sticky, sour green liquid smells like fruit, and my tongue unconsciously starts to salivate.

Lift the glass, and the moment you take a sip, the bubbling feeling of soda, the sweetness of peach, and the mellowness of banana all rush into your mouth.

But even more amazing is the body's response once it enters the stomach.

Just like a long drought finally ending in a downpour, the strong feeling of fullness that had just arisen disappeared instantly. The moment the dragon blood entered the body, it seemed to penetrate into every aspect of the body.

In a trance, they seemed to hear a barely perceptible heartbeat.

From your own chest.

So, both of them drank it all impatiently and then looked at Bagir.

He didn't even bother to wipe the green juice left at the corners of his mouth.

But there was no need for that, as within an instant, it seeped into the skin that was no longer pale but slightly pink.

Bajir smiled slightly, "I have tested it before. The blood of powerful creatures can temporarily revive your 'dead' bodies."

"Not only will your heartbeat be restored, but your strength and superpowers will also become stronger."

However, with a gust of wind, Rosalie's figure appeared beside him.

She gasped, her face pressed against Bajir's.

Just when Bagel thought that the dragon's blood was the wrong kind and whether it would have an aphrodisiac effect, Rosalie kissed his neck and spoke, "Is it true? Now I can get pregnant like a normal person."

Oh no! Rosalie wants to have a baby!

The tips of Bagir's fingers glowed instantly, pulling the other four people present into the dream, including himself.

In the hall that was exactly the same as in reality, Bagir's clothes had been torn.

Rosalie sat on top
In front of two imposing wrought iron doors, a figure in a black robe stretched out his left arm.

The bright moonlight illuminated his long blond hair, cold gray eyes, and Malfoy's iconic pointed face.

Just when he thought he could pass through the gate as he had done in his previous life, an invisible ripple originated from the hall, passed through the fountain, the purple hedges, the graceful white peacock, and hit his body.

The returning dead souls turned into black smoke.

More than a thousand miles away, in the Black Forest of Albania, an angry roar startled a flock of geese.

To reach Britain from Albania, one has to cross the Adriatic, Italy, Switzerland, Belgium, France, and the English Channel.

He had finally made Lucius Malfoy's ghost look just like a living person.

In order not to alert the wizarding world, the ghost of Lucius Malfoy that he controlled walked and swam.

If the undead could not pass through mountains and buildings, did not need to breathe, did not get tired, and could walk in a straight line, he would probably have taken much longer.

It was not easy to arrive at Malfoy Manor in Wightshire.

As a result, before he even entered the door, Lucius Malfoy's body was shattered, and his consciousness attached to it was immediately sent back to Albania.

Recalling Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort suppressed his anger and asked for details, "Lucius, do you feel any difference? Compared to when you went home before?"

Lucius Malfoy replied mechanically: "I never use the main gate. To avoid stepping on the dirty Muggle driveway."

If Voldemort had a face, it would be very stiff.

Lucius Malfoy answered like a Death Eater. If the full score was 100, he could get 99 points. The remaining one point was because he was afraid that Lucius would become too proud.

Even if he wanted to torture Lucius to vent his anger, Lucius was already dead.

The black mist representing Voldemort condensed into shape, and a pale hand stretched out from the black mist. He picked up the wand that looked like a dead branch on the ground.

Avada is eating a big melon!

A green light flashed, and a mouse that happened to pass by died.

"What?" a voice shouted nearby.

Harry kicked and tumbled out of bed, wrapped in the curtains, and for a few seconds he didn't even know where he was. He was sure that the pale arm would appear again in the darkness, and the creepy green light.

But Ron's voice sounded beside him.

"Would you mind not moving around like a lunatic? You kicked me in the stomach!"

Ron pulled back the bed curtains and Harry lay on his back, staring at Ron in the dim light, his scar burning.

Ron was sleeping soundly when he suddenly suffered a stomachache. The culprit was Harry's feet, who was sleeping in the same bed with him.

"You dreamed about Voldemort again? Did he find the Elder Wand or the Invisibility Cloak?" Ron asked, pulling Harry up. "Or... did he come back to life? Don't be silent! This can't be true! I thought that bastard Malfoy coming to the Black family was a nightmare!"

"No, none of it—" Harry gasped, his forehead looking as if it were on fire again, "He just killed a rat, he didn't come back to life. He could only congeal an arm. Lucius Malfoy was right next to him and he was really pissed for some reason."

Harry groaned, shivered, and sat down on the bed, rubbing his scar.

"That's bad news, he can actually bring back the dead now. I don't know if he can bring back more, or other people."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in horror. "Are you saying he can call back the dead?"

"I'm not mistaken," said Harry, as he began to recall Draco's face. "Yes, the same pointed face, grey eyes, and receding hairline, just like in the photo in the Daily Prophet. Yes, it's Lucius Malfoy!"

"It's gotta be bad. You know what I mean. He doesn't have to resurrect himself, or even do it himself."

"He only needs to investigate the deceased that the enemy cares about and call them back to the human world."

"Dumbledore and Basil are powerful, but can they do this to their own parents?"

"This is horrible. I can't find a way to deal with Voldemort."

Ron's face turned pale, his hands trembling. He made a cold joke, "Bajir may not be sure. He has never met his parents."

Harry didn't pay attention to what Ron said. He just frowned and bit his fingers as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, he slapped the table and said, "Got it! The Deathly Hallows!" Ron didn't quite understand what Harry said, "But isn't the most powerful Deathly Hallows already in Voldemort's hands?"

Harry stood up and walked around excitedly. "Don't you understand? I mean the other two Deathly Hallows! All three Deathly Hallows will make you the master of Death. I bet that if we have two, we will have a way to deal with the Resurrection Stone."

"Otherwise, the owner of the Resurrection Stone would have ruled the world long ago!"

In his mind, the phantoms of his parents holding wands and grinning at him began to blur, and along with it the fear that suddenly disappeared.

He was about to burst out laughing when the door suddenly opened.

"What are you arguing about?" A thin figure walked in with a lantern.

The orange-red light illuminated his pointed chin.

Ron screamed, "Lucius Malfoy! Voldemort is here!"

He shrank into a corner.

"Is this funny?" Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes, anger flashing in his gray eyes, "The fact that my father died."

The next second, the whole room began to light up.

There were two heavy footsteps outside the door.

"What? Voldemort?"

"I thought I heard Lucius Malfoy."

Sirius and Lupin hurried into the room.

Draco also discovered that the expression on Ron's face was not a sneer, but real fear.

Ten minutes later, at the dining table.

Sirius nodded at his three-head-tall brother's little head while taking the French fish soup brought by Kreacher.

Lupin lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Draco's eyes were slightly red, and angry veins popped out on his temples. He kept muttering obscene words, including Voldemort.

Ron yawned.

Harry was in high spirits, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him.

In the situation just now, he could only take everything out.

He thought about his previous dream, the story of the three brothers heard from the Lovegood family - the Deathly Hallows, today's dream, and his guess.

But surprisingly, he felt much more relaxed after he got it all out.

And no one questioned this.

They all accepted everything very quickly.

What he didn't know was that after Sirius and Lupin had seen Basil's holy sword and the magic of creating elves, they had become much more receptive to abnormal things.

Draco had a dream before, and now he finally knew the meaning of that dream. Don't believe it, don't get close to your father, a familiar stranger who has returned from the afterlife and is controlled by Voldemort, the enemy who killed his father.

Sirius scooped a spoonful of fish soup, blew on it, and handed it to his brother who could only babble.

After watching him drink it up in gulps, he said, "I think we should tell Basil and Dumbledore."

Draco took a deep breath, "And tell my mother. Otherwise she will definitely be deceived. You can tell her after you tell Dumbledore. I can make her sign an unbreakable vow with you."

"What is an unbreakable vow? It certainly cannot be violated, but what is the price of violating it?" Harry subconsciously looked at Ron. Ron always knew some unfamiliar things.

"Dead," Ron said simply. "When I was five, Fred and George wanted me to have one. I almost did it. I shook Fred's hand and all. But Dad found out and he went mad."

Ron's eyes sparkled with reminiscence. "That was the only time I saw Dad get mad like Mum did. Fred said the left side of his butt was never the same again."

"No one cares about a man's butt!" Draco sputtered. "We are not Dumbledore! My mother's business--"

Harry nodded, "If that's the case, we can agree to it."

"In the dream, Voldemort summoned your father back. There must be a purpose."

"Tell your father to tell your mother that he faked his death for the master's greater purpose or something like that."

Draco unclenched his fists, "That's good."

Harry shifted his gaze and looked at Lupin who had been silent the whole time. "Why don't you speak? Do you know any clues? About the Deathly Hallows."

Draco's ears pricked up instantly. He longed to get the Elder Wand and kill Voldemort with his own hands.

Ron quickly stood up and half of his body fell on the table, his elbow almost sticking into the soup, "Really?"

Sirius massaged his brother's belly with his fingertips and asked curiously, "Did you find out during the years I was in prison?"

He knew Lupin very well, and it was he who didn't notice at first.

But after Harry's hint, he was certain that Lupin must know some clues about the Deathly Hallows.

Lupin glanced at Draco, but after another look at Sirius, he spoke.

"Sirius, after listening to the story of the three brothers, didn't you find that there was an item that fits the description in it?"

"A cloak which renders a person truly and completely invisible, permanently and continuously, and unbreakable by any spell."

Sirius took a deep breath. "You mean James's—"

Lupin nodded. "We are so familiar with James's invisibility cloak that we never think about how good it is. I have never heard of another one as reliable as James's. We have never been discovered wearing it -"

Sirius smiled, "Of course not - we're invisible when we put it on, Remus!"

"I still feel bad. After learning Animagus, we rarely use it."

Lupin made a playful face, "This is my fault. You had to turn into animals to keep me company."

"It's incredible that I never noticed it before."

"The invisibility cloak will become less effective after being worn for a long time, or it may be penetrated by a spell and leave holes. This is common sense."

"And according to James, it was passed down from his grandfather's grandfather."

"But it should have become a rag, but it is still perfect!"

Sirius suddenly thought of something. He wanted to pat the table, but because of his brother on his thigh, he could only clench his fist and said, "I finally know why Dumbledore asked James to borrow the invisibility cloak. It's easy to be invisible to a wizard like Dumbledore, but if it's the Deathly Hallows, it makes sense!"

"Dumbledore must know the secret of the Deathly Hallows!"

He quickly looked at Harry, "Harry! Where's the Invisibility Cloak? Did Dumbledore return it to you?"

If Dumbledore did not return the Invisibility Cloak, it means that Dumbledore cannot be told about the Resurrection Stone.

I can only find a chance to tell Bagir secretly.

(End of this chapter)