Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

He was indeed very sad because of Regulus, but he didn't feel too sad to faint... It didn't seem like he fainted, right? Then why did he faint suddenly? And he didn't show any signs of being cursed, which was strange~

But since Harry and the others were fine, let it go. After all, he was an adult, and it would be embarrassing if he fell asleep in front of the children.

Sirius wanted to pretend nothing happened, eat breakfast quietly, and then...

"puff!"

Sirius spurted out a mouthful of milk and sat up, staring at the headlines of today's newspaper with wide eyes, a look of shock on his face.

Seeing him like this, Harry and Hermione looked at each other and smiled.

[It's so tragic! Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and Director of the Muggle Registration Committee, was murdered! ]

Below the headline, Umbridge's hands and feet were nailed behind her in an X shape with two wooden boards, hanging on the street lamp at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

Even after a night, when the reporters took pictures, Umbridge's open mouth was still emitting a yellow gas with an alarming smell.

There was a sign hanging on Umbridge's body that read:

[Don't be too arrogant, the Temple will always be above you! Don't even think about letting despicable privileges cover this world! Everything is just for a better tomorrow! - Knights Templar]

There is also a strange symbol on it, which seems to be the logo of this temple.

It looks like a mask, a ferocious ghost face, or a pair of hands in a pair of wings holding up flames. Together, it looks like a simple temple with a spark of hope in the center.

This is the symbol chosen by Alvin for the Temple. This symbol is engraved on the mask of every Templar.

No necklace, no medal, no ring. The mask covering the lower half of the face is the symbol of identity of every knight when he travels.

"You guys didn't do this!"

Sirius pointed at the picture in the newspaper and looked at Harry and Hermione in shock.

Harry and the other man ate breakfast quietly, pretending nothing happened.

"Well, Kreacher's craftsmanship is really good."

"Yeah, no worse than the elves at Hogwarts."

"Thank you for the compliment." Kreacher, who had added another bowl of wontons to Harry, thanked him politely when he heard the compliment.

Now, his attitude towards Harry has changed a lot. He is no longer so repulsive. And without that ghost thing, he can treat Hermione calmly and is no longer so angry.

"Hey! Stop interrupting and answer my question. You really did something to Umbridge!"

Sirius was a little angry and slammed the table. This was the first time he got angry at Harry.

Don't blame him for losing his composure, because this is really too dangerous.

"Okay, okay, don't get excited. It was indeed us who did it. We also called Fred and George along. We have the advantage in terms of manpower."

Seeing that his godfather was angry, Harry quickly confessed that he couldn't keep fooling this last relative.

Harry told Sirius about his experience last night, but only mentioned the part where each person cast a dozen Cruciatus Curses to test their courage, and simply talked about filling Umbridge's stomach with dung bombs and nailing wooden boards to hang on street lamps.

"Sirius, you underestimate us. We are not children who have just started school. We cannot defeat Voldemort if you ask us to, but it is a piece of cake to deal with these scum."

Sirius was shocked again. He didn't expect that in addition to having the means to protect himself, Harry also had such a strong mental quality.

He underestimated these children. He thought that under Dumbledore's careful education, they would not even dare to kill a chicken, let alone look at it.

I didn’t expect it~

Especially Ivan, who could nail someone to a street lamp without blinking an eye. What a ruthless person!

If that child has the same thoughts as Voldemort...hiss~

Fortunately, the child's mind is still normal, otherwise he might become a dangerous person in the future...

PS: Ahem, don’t wait, I’m moving now and don’t have time to write. Please take a day off and we’ll talk about it tomorrow!

Chapter 517 The clash between two generations of dark lords!

After many days, Voldemort finally showed up.

Voldemort came to the Ministry of Magic in person, looked at Umbridge, who was already dead, and the force he had heard of for the first time.

"The Temple! What is that?"

The moment he saw this name, the first thing that came to Voldemort's mind was the Saints. There was only one letter difference, but it was hard for him not to think of the force that once shocked the world.

What a pity! If it weren’t for that kid from the Potter family who was born more than ten years ago and got in the way because of that bullshit prophecy, he would be even more powerful than him now!

Voldemort reached out and took off the tag hanging around Umbridge's neck. The evil magic burned the text on it, leaving only the symbol that had never been seen before.

"No, not a saint!"

Voldemort had seen the symbol of the saint, so it was not him. Besides, they had no reason to oppose him! They were all the same in their starting point! And after so many years, they should not have the power to oppose him.

"Put her down, she's a hero fighting for my cause."

Voldemort waved his hand and Umbridge was let go, and he rarely showed his hypocritical kindness.

Yaxley came up and said respectfully, "Master, there is something I need to report to you."

"Go ahead."

"Last night, half of the Dementors disappeared with them! They disappeared very strangely and quietly. There was no trace of the Patronus Charm. We also checked and there seemed to be no trace of the Confusion Charm."

Yaxley also found it strange when he heard about this. How could there be no trace at all? Just like the Shafik family back then, no! The Shafik family was better, at least you could see a group of rabbits holding carrots killing people, but this one didn't show any trace at all.

"Okay, I know what's going on. You don't have to worry about it. Just put more people in Azkaban and raise more Dementors.

Also! Don't just use the same group of people, lock them up for a few days and then release them, give them some time to recover, and make sure the Dementors have enough food, so that the Dementors can reproduce faster."

"I understand, Master." Yaxley nodded and immediately turned around to arrange for people to implement Voldemort's vicious plan.

"Wait! If the Mudbloods aren't enough, just catch some Muggles. Those lower creatures aren't completely useless."

Voldemort raised his hand to call Yaxley and added another vicious order.

After receiving the order, the Death Eaters around him all smiled creepily. Anyone who could appear next to Voldemort was a vicious person.

"I think I should go somewhere and find a wand for me first." Voldemort suddenly thought of something and raised his hand to ask Pierce for a wand.

A lot of magic wands have been confiscated during this period, so it’s okay to take one to deal with it first.

Pierce turned and glanced at his minister's secretary, who quickly picked up a few wands and brought them over.

Voldemort picked and chose, took three wands and left.

……

Nurmengard

"The Temple~ Haha, interesting! I wonder if they are the descendants of the saints, but this motivation doesn't seem like it."

Grindelwald looked at the headlines in the newspaper and smiled meaningfully, his eyes twinkling with strange colors...

Although Grindelwald's imprisonment was a bit miserable, it didn't mean that he would be left alone in a dark room. Otherwise, he would have starved to death in decades!

There are still a large number of Aurors from the Wizarding Association guarding here, and Grindelwald is also in shackles that restrict his magical power. For future considerations, they did not execute Grindelwald.

Because there are still a large number of saints hiding. If Grindelwald, the spiritual leader, dies, there is no guarantee that they will not do something crazy.

However, it is not certain that Grindelwald died of old age. Even the International Wizarding Confederation did not expect that Grindelwald, whose wings were broken, could still live so long! He did not die of depression for decades.

In addition, Dumbledore often came to visit this old friend and old rival during his lifetime, so they did not dare to neglect him, except that the originally renovated Nurmengard became a bare house.

Grindelwald seemed to notice something, chuckled, and put down the newspaper.

"Here he comes."

Grindelwald muttered something, put down the newspaper, picked up Dumbledore's favorite milk tea on the table and took a sip, then waited quietly for the man downstairs to come up to him.

"Why does he like to drink this so much? Oh, forget it~"

Grindelwald sighed and waited quietly for that opportunity...

"I never thought we would meet in these circumstances, Tom."

Grindelwald sat by the window with his back to the people behind him.

"You and I are the same character, so I allow you to call me by my name, the first Dark Lord, Mr. Grindelwald."

Voldemort's figure walked out of the darkness, slowly walked to Grindelwald and sat down.

"You are very capable. You are the most outstanding junior I have met in all these years." Grindelwald showed no fear in the face of Voldemort, acting like a senior facing a junior.

Even though he is still in shackles, he still has the qualifications!

Not even Voldemort could deny this.

"It's truly an honor, Mr. First Dark Lord." Voldemort seemed very patient as he came here with a purpose.

"Don't be polite, I'm just an imprisoned old man." Grindelwald smiled bitterly.

"Then I won't be polite with you. My purpose for coming here is very simple. I want to know where the Elder Wand has gone. As far as I know! You stole the Elder Wand from Gregorovitch back then, and now you can't use it, so I want you to give it to me! We both have the great goal of making wizards the kings of this world, so you should support me, right?"

Voldemort put away his smile and told the purpose of his visit.

Grindel's strange eyes met Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Okay, but~ How about you help me open it? Otherwise, after I help you, I will really starve to death here. I don't want to die this way."

Grindelwald raised his hands and held up the shackles for Voldemort to see.

"make a deal!"

Voldemort thought for a moment, looked at the skinny old man, and felt that with his current strength, even without a suitable wand, he would not fall into his hands.

This is his absolute confidence in his own strength.

Voldemort raised the cracked wand and tapped Grindelwald's handcuffs lightly. The handcuffs opened with a click and fell to the ground.

"Tell me where your wand is now, and I will remove your fetters."

Grindelwald moved his wrists, feeling half of the magic power in his body under control again, and a sense of comfort arose spontaneously.

"Ah~ This is the right a wizard should have!" Grindelwald's old face was full of intoxication.

"Hurry up, I don't have that much patience to listen to an old man like you complain about life." Voldemort said impatiently.

"Although you may not be happy to hear this, I want to say that you will not get the wand."