Chapter 1186： Anti-mysterious army

Chapter 1186: Anti-Mysterious People’s Army

It was raining heavily outside, a fire was burning in the old manor hall, and a wizard was talking respectfully to the person in the armchair.

 “Have you found the mudblood’s hiding place?”

There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's hoarse voice, and he was obviously surprised at the efficiency of his right-hand man.

"I used the Imperius Curse on Digory." Yaxley handed the letter to Voldemort respectfully, "But I can't be sure if it was a trap. After all, the mudblood is very cunning. Lucius and Lestrange The whole family fell into his hands, and this could also be a trap to lure us into taking the bait.”

“You want to use that old woman to determine if this is a trap?”

After Voldemort glanced at the contents of the letter, he threw the letter into the fireplace and let it burn to ashes in the flames.

"Yes, my master."

"Go and bring her." Voldemort said after a pause, "Oh, by the way, I think you should have captured her family as well."

"They've been captured, and the dementors are guarding them," Yaxley said.

"Very well, I would like to see if the old woman can still be so strong in refusing." Voldemort sneered.

Soon, Yaxley pushed a wheelchair into the hall. Sitting in the wheelchair was the master of prophecy Cassandra Wabraski who disappeared from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies a while ago.

 “Do as I just said.”

 A crystal ball was placed in front of the old master of prophecy by Yaxley.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment his fingers touched the crystal ball, the thick fog on the crystal ball spun like a whirlpool.

But when the fog stopped spinning, what came into view was still a thick fog.

"Failed?"

Yaxley stared at the crystal ball and frowned slightly.

"It failed. The accuracy of divination and prophecy is not high to begin with. Otherwise, the prophecy hall in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic would have been filled with prophecy balls." There was a hint of contempt and sarcasm in the old man's tone. She was begging for death. .

Since falling into the hands of Voldemort, Cassandra has known her fate. She has lived too long and has no respect for death.

If Voldemort hadn't used her relatives to threaten her last time, Cassandra wouldn't want to pay attention to them at all.

 “Lie.”

 Voldemort turned around in his armchair and looked at the old woman in front of him indifferently, "No one can deceive me."

"When you were in school, you definitely failed the divination class." Cassandra sneered mercilessly. "Anyone who has understood divination will know how low the success rate of divination and prediction is. Of course, I have something. You can be sure that you will be defeated by Harry Potter in the future."

"If you want to die, you need my permission." Voldemort stared at the old woman in front of him with cold eyes, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You have no intention of prophesying for me at all. It doesn't matter, I won't torture you, But I can torture your daughter, son, and grandson. I have asked people to arrest all your family members. Maybe you will want to meet them."

Cassandra didn't have to wait long before she saw a group of dementors walking into the hall grabbing a few wizards with frightened expressions.

"If you are still so stubborn and unwilling to divine for me, I will torture them to death in front of you." Voldemort raised his wand and used the Cruciatus Curse on one of the middle-aged wizards, screaming miserably. Screams of panic filled the entire hall.

"Quiet." Voldemort sneered, "If you die, I don't mind letting them bury you with you."

 “How can I divine for you if you are like this?”

Cassandra was completely desperate after seeing her relatives. She angrily threw the crystal ball at Voldemort. She stood up from her wheelchair and threw herself at Voldemort, but lost her balance due to her age and fell to the ground.

"Hel her up," Voldemort ordered coldly.

Yaxley helped the old man sit back on the chair and placed a new crystal ball in front of her.

 “Now, tell me what I want to know.”

"What do you want to know?"

Cassandra's voice trembled, trying her best not to look at her relatives.

"Tell me where Albert Anderson is," Voldemort ordered. "I want to know where the Mudblood is hiding."

Cassandra put her hand on the crystal ball, her eyes widened, and she murmured: "Failed."

 The prophecy actually failed.

As if to confirm what she said, Cassandra did another divination and saw Albert appearing in a forest.

 Then, there is no more.

"You know, my patience is limited. Maybe, I should remind you of your current situation." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at a middle-aged woman.

"Stop, I really can't find Albert's location." Cassandra shouted at Voldemort, "I don't need to deceive..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

 A green light filled the hall, and the middle-aged woman fell to the ground with empty eyes.

 It was followed by a panicked scream.

 “You’re a madman, a complete madman.”

Cassandra reached out and grabbed her chest, looking at her dead granddaughter. She completely regretted it, regretted that she had not left the UK in the first place, and regretted why she did not die earlier so that her family would not be harmed.

 “Tell me what I want to know, and I’m sure you don’t want to know…”

 “Kill if you want!”

Cassandra will look away from her granddaughter and stare at Voldemort with hatred, "You never planned to let us live anyway, so don't expect me to predict for you."

 Cassandra's indifference was a bit beyond Voldemort's expectations. He was also dissatisfied with someone challenging his authority.

Those who dare to do this will need to pay the price.

Voldemort pointed his wand at a wizard and tortured him with the Cruciatus Curse in front of Cassandra until he fell to the ground dying.

 “Why don’t you continue?”

Cassandra was indifferent to this, and her toughness surprised even Yaxley.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light flashed, and Harry Potter, who was far away in Hogwarts and the Gryffindor Tower dormitory, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. He gasped for air and looked at the dim room with some confusion. inside.

 Voldemort killed people.

Harry put his hand to his forehead and tried to recall the scene he saw in his dream. However, some things seemed to have become very blurry.

 “What a bad morning!”

 Listening to the sound of rain outside, Harry lay back on the bed and stared at the dark ceiling in a daze.

 The things I dreamed about seemed to be disappearing from my memory.

After he opened his eyes again, the sky outside had brightened a little, and the rain was still falling. His roommates had all gotten up, and everyone was changing clothes and getting ready to have breakfast.

On the way to the Great Hall, Harry told Hermione and Ron about the dream he had last night.

"Harry, you should close your brain." Hermione nervously grabbed Harry's arm and said with worry on her face, "Dumbledore must hope that you can close your brain and stop letting the mysterious man affect you. !”

"Hermione, the situation is not as bad as you think. Dumbledore also thinks that Voldemort will not try to peek into my brain again." Harry comforted softly.

Although he didn't know whether this was credible, Dumbledore certainly had a reason for saying that.

Furthermore, Harry didn't think this kind of thing was that bad. At least he could know what Voldemort was doing. It was important to collect intelligence.

 “He seems to have killed someone to warn another person.”

Harry tried to recall the content of his dream last night, "But the effect didn't seem to be very good. I could feel his anger. The guy seemed... angry with embarrassment."

“Who do you think can make the mysterious man angry?” Ron was a little curious about who that person was.

"I guess I know who the mysterious man is threatening," Hermione said suddenly.

 “Who is it?” the two said in unison.

 “Cassandra Wabraski.”

 Hermione took out yesterday's newspaper from her backpack.

“This master of prophecy and her relatives seem to have disappeared inexplicably.”

 “Cassandra Wabraski?” Harry repeated the name in his mouth, but it still felt familiar.

 "The author of "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future." Hermione reminded.

 “What did Voldemort want to know through the prophecy?”

"Perhaps, I should tell Dumbledore about this, if Voldemort really has any conspiracy... Oh, come on Ron."

Harry felt helpless that Ron was afraid after hearing Voldemort's name.

"Sorry Harry, but it's not without reason that everyone is afraid of You-Know-Who." Ron was actually very brave. He now had a much smaller reaction than most people when they heard "Voldemort". "Besides, even Anderson I won’t call the mysterious person by his name, I don’t think he really…”

Ron's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the owl that landed in front of him.

"Do you really think Anderson is afraid of Voldemort? No, that guy didn't take Voldemort seriously at all." Harry felt that Albert didn't say the name not because he was afraid, but because he said it smoothly and was too lazy to change it.

  Wizards born in Muggle families are not really afraid of Voldemort, at least not so scared that they dare not even say his name.

 Hermione is a ready example.

 The reason she didn't say Voldemort was that people around her were afraid of the name.

 Ron pretended not to hear what Harry said, took the letter from the owl, and found that it was a letter from George, and immediately opened it and read it.

"Any questions?"

 After noticing Ron's expression, Harry asked immediately. He thought there was some bad news in the letter.

"Fred and George said that if our DA party here is too busy, we can ask Cedric to come over and help organize the event." Ron handed the letter to Harry and murmured in a low voice, "I don't know what they are thinking. What."

"I remember that Cedric seemed to be working as an assistant at Mr. Weasley's place. Has he resigned?" Hermione also didn't understand what they wanted to do.

"I don't know, but I think there must be something happening that we don't know about." After Harry quickly read the contents of the letter, he handed it to Hermione and said, "I think Albert seems to be intending to cultivate Hogwarts." Defense Against the Dark Arts Techniques for Tzu’s Students.”

This behavior seemed quite abnormal to Harry, even if it was under the pretext of helping him cultivate so-called supporters, and Cedric had already left school, how could he return to Hogwarts?

 Is it possible to use the secret passage in Hogwarts?

Of course Fred and George knew the location of those secret passages, but was it really necessary to go to this extent?

"By the way, there's this in the envelope," Ron said, handing a piece of metal to Harry.

 “Communication bookmark.”

 Hermione could tell what the thing in Ron's hand was at a glance. She also had something similar there, which could be used to communicate with people who have the other half of the communication bookmark. The magic gold coin was a simplified version of this thing.

"I think what they mean is that we can contact each other through the communication bookmark and discuss the DA party together." Ron said to Harry after repeatedly confirming that there was nothing else in the envelope, "After all, there are still a lot of people at the party this time, and we have no idea too busy."

"I also think this is a good idea. It would be best if Cedric comes to help, so that I don't have to worry about the DA party." Harry also thinks this is a good idea, but he is actually not very willing to attend the DA party. He put so much thought into the party, it would be nice to have someone to help him share the stress now.

 As for what Albert wanted to do, Harry didn't care.

 He is really too busy anyway.

 There is no way, the number of people joining the DA party is quite amazing, even with the help of Ron and Hermione. What's more, Ron and Hermione's level of defense against the dark arts can only be considered average. They also need to learn. He can't be allowed to teach a bunch of people by himself. That is simply unrealistic, unless the previous teaching model is restored. , teaching members separately.

 “How to use this thing?”

Harry handed Hermione the communication bookmark and asked how to use it.

“I thought I could bring Fred and George over, maybe I could learn something useful from them.”

 “Harry…”

 Hermione could see Harry's plan at a glance and reminded her kindly, "I think you should host the DA party in person."

"Of course I will go there in person, but you can't expect me to be the first to teach everyone." Harry took out the list of the DA party from his school bag, "Currently, there are more than sixty people participating, and the number of people is still small. It continues to increase, do you really think I can handle it all by myself?"

"But I think Fred and George must have some purpose in doing this." Hermione reminded, "Maybe Albert has some purpose."

“Perhaps, they plan to raise a team from the students to fight against the mysterious man.” Ron looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then lowered his voice and said, “I heard that they seemed to be planning to re-form the Defense Association.”

"You actually think that Albert would expect a group of underage children to stand up against the mysterious man." Hermione thought Ron's words were quite ridiculous and scoffed sharply, "Is it possible that all the adults in the wizarding world are dead? "

"I think it is very possible. Many adult wizards are timid. On the contrary, the students in the school are braver. As long as they are properly trained, they are not much worse than the so-called adults, and even have an advantage. After all, their learning ability Stronger." Harry agreed with Ron's words. The students of Hogwarts were braver and more daring to resist than the wizards in the magical world.

 “Ahem.”

 Ron saw that Hermione seemed to want to say something more, so he quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Neville said this morning that he saw Cedric in the school hospital yesterday."

“Didn’t Cedric graduate? Why is he in the school hospital?”

"Perhaps we can make time to visit him, if he is really in the school hospital." Harry felt that this matter was getting weirder and weirder. Maybe he should ask Cedric face to face what was going on.

 After finishing the morning transfiguration class, the three of them seized the time and hurried to the school hospital.

"We came to visit Cedric, and I heard he seemed..." Hermione explained to Madam Pomfrey, who looked grim.

 “Mr. Diggory left secretly yesterday.”

Madam Pomfrey was even more dissatisfied when she talked about this matter. In her opinion, Cedric had to be hospitalized for observation for at least two days. After all, he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and should be kept for careful inspection. However, the guy actually slipped away quietly. .

 “Why is Cedric at school?”

Harry tried to get some information, but was kicked out of the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey who was in a bad mood.

 (End of this chapter)