Ch267- Tonks!
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"Seymour, you little bitch, didn’t I tell you not to bring anyone new here?" Alecto sneered, her voice carrying a tone that made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for excuses.
Seymour stammered, clearly terrified, but before he could spit out a response, Harry’s gaze cut into him like a knife. So, this is what you conveniently forgot to mention, Harry thought, filing away Seymour’s oversight for later.
Harry quickly realized that the presence of these two was likely the only thing preventing the pub from devolving into chaos. He hadn’t known who they were until he discreetly activated the System function to gather more information.
[System Message: Alecto Carrow - Sibling to Amycus Carrow. Dangerous. Approach with caution.]
[System Message: Amycus Carrow - Sibling to Alecto Carrow. Highly dangerous. Exercise extreme caution.]
Seeing the names, Harry frowned slightly, recognizing the names. "Death Eaters." he called in his mind. Though he hadn’t encountered them personally, he had heard enough from his studies to know they weren’t the kind of people you wanted to cross. This was quickly turning into a situation that required a careful hand.
Seymour, visibly shaking now, tried to explain, “This is Albus Riddle, a Lord from the continent. He’s looking to make some connections.”
Alecto’s gaze narrowed as she sized up Harry, her beady eyes taking in every detail of his appearance. “A Lord, you say? Lord of what exactly?” Her tone carried more sarcasm than genuine curiosity, as if she was already dismissing him as another arrogant wizard with a title and nothing to back it up.
Harry chuckled lightly, but his eyes remained fixed on Alecto and her brother. He released just the faintest hint of Voldemort’s aura, a dark, suffocating presence that immediately changed the atmosphere in the room. It wasn’t enough to draw too much attention, but it made the Carrows stiffen slightly, their arrogance faltering.
“Lord of my ambitions, of course,” Harry said smoothly, his voice steady but with an edge that made it clear he wasn’t here to be toyed with. “What else would I be?”
The presence of Voldemort's aura had its intended effect. Alecto and Amycus, for a brief moment, felt the icy grip of fear tighten around their throats. The aura, dark and oppressive, wasn’t something they could easily dismiss. Though they hadn’t pursued their former master like Bellatrix and a few others, the memory of Voldemort’s power still lingered in their minds, buried deep but not forgotten.
As they looked into Harry’s eyes, something familiar and unsettling sparked a flicker of recognition. Could it really be him? The thought crossed their minds, but logic quickly took over. If it were truly the Dark Lord standing before them, they’d already be dead. This had to be a coincidence, some cruel trick of fate. Still, neither of them dared to take any chances.
Alecto’s cruel grin wavered, replaced by a tight-lipped nod. “Well, Lord Riddle,” she said, her voice carrying a newfound respect, albeit laced with suspicion. “What brings you to our little corner of the world?”
Harry took a sip of his butterbeer, keeping his posture relaxed. It wouldn’t do to draw too much attention too soon. Avery II wasn’t going anywhere, and Harry had all night. He glanced around again, noting a few others who might be worth keeping an eye on.
A woman at the bar caught Harry's attention. Her dark hair framed a sharp, calculating face, and something about her seemed familiar. The system identified her as Rosier—another name that sparked recognition in Harry's memory. 'Could she be related to Selena?' he wondered, recalling his former friend, the Serpent of the Crown before he took over.
Filing the name away for now, he returned at task of identifying every patron. As Harry scanned the room, his gaze fell on a man who seemed oddly out of place in the dark and shady environment of the pub. Something about him didn’t sit right with Harry. The man’s appearance was rough enough to blend in with the crowd, but there was something off—a faint sense of magic that felt out of sync with his surroundings. Harry couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the man’s presence tugged at his senses in a way that was hard to ignore.
[System Message: Nymphadora Tonks, Auror-in-training. Malicious intent detected. Wants to report you in for your strange encounter with Carrow Siblings.]
Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly. Tonks? That name wasn’t one he recognized, and this “man” was far from what he seemed.
He discreetly allowed his Astral Soul to slip into the Astral Dimension. The world around him shifted, revealing its true nature. In this dimension, the “man” at the bar was suddenly replaced by the figure of a young woman. She had a heart-shaped face, short, spiky hair that seemed to shift colors subtly even in this form. This was no ordinary witch, she was a Metamorphmagus.
Surprised, Harry took a sip of his butterbeer, his mind quickly processing the situation. 'She was here before I even arrived, so her target isn’t me. Must be the Carrows. She’s probably sniffing around for info on Bellatrix, Rookwood, or Pettigrew. I made it obvious I was looking for Bellatrix on purpose—wanted her to know I was searching for her—but seems I’ve drawn some unwanted attention instead. Albus Riddle is a name I didn’t plan to let slip to Dumbledore just yet. Hopefully, this Tonks isn’t tied to him,' he thought, keeping his expression neutral.
As Harry pondered his next move, he casually shifted in his seat, trying to avoid drawing attention from anyone who might be watching. He knew he had to tread carefully. If Tonks suspected anything or decided to dig deeper, it could complicate things far more than he’d like. The last thing he needed was Dumbledore catching wind of his activities under this new alias.
Tonks—disguised as a rough-looking man—was sipping her drink and scanning the room. Harry could see her keeping a subtle eye on the Carrow siblings, who were still watching him warily. He needed to divert her attention or at least make her believe he wasn’t worth her time. But how?
He leaned back, taking another slow sip, and let his gaze wander lazily around the pub. No need to rush. The key here was to stay calm and blend in until he could figure out a way to get Tonks off his trail without causing a scene.
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