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Chapter 359 Parting ways Percy

The manor under the night is quiet and quiet.

Until a sharp shout broke the silence here.

"AH!!! STOP! You idiot! Crap! Too much poured!"

Peter, whose complexion was as sallow and vicissitudes as Lupin's, tremblingly moved the hand holding the potion away from the hollow in his master's chest.

"I told you! You only need half the amount this time! Wormtail! What the hell are you doing!"

Peter explained in a crying voice.

"Hold, I'm sorry, master, you know, even if it's not on a full moon night. This kind of moonlight makes me very uncomfortable, it makes me shiver."

"roll!"

Peter shrank in the corner as if he was pardoned.

Putting on his robe again, Voldemort, who got up from the chair, looked as bloodless as a paper man.

His face was extremely ugly, and with that noseless face, he looked like a monster crawling out of hell.

There was no one else in this room except him and Peter, and it looked extraordinarily bleak compared to the scene where the Death Eaters gathered together before.

Voldemort leaned back in the chair, his condition was obviously very bad, and he might not even have the strength to stand up directly from the chair.

He glanced at Peter who was curled up in a corner and sobbing in disgust, and said sharply.

"Is there any news from Mengos!"

Peter replied cautiously.

"He said that he had handed over the dementors. Although those things did not expressly express that they would cooperate with us, several dementors had reached a short-term deal with Mengos in private. He arranged for two dementors Do what your master told him before."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Voldemort roared.

"He didn't send someone there until now! Until now! How stupid are you guys to do such a thing! Harry still had a chance when he just got home from Hogwarts! Going now will only let them know We've already touched Azkaban, nothing else will help!"

"I, I don't know. Lord, master! It's all Mengos, and Mengos himself wants to do this!"

Originally, the series of Cruciatus Curse that Peter was afraid of did not fall on him, but Voldemort fell silent at this time, except for his chest that was still rising and falling, his terrifying face was extremely gloomy.

"Find Lucius for me."

Peter froze for a moment, and didn't hear what Voldemort said at the first moment.

"Master, you, who are you looking for?"

"Lucius Malfoy! Go find him, don't let Dumbledore's men find out, and bring him to me!"

On the second day after the Phoenix Society meeting ended, Sherlock got up and went to No. 12 Grimmauld Place after finishing the breakfast made by Silk at home.

Sherlock refuses even though Silk expresses his desire to go with him.

After all, he himself knew how dangerous it would be to do things in the Order of the Phoenix. Even Dumbledore couldn't guarantee his own safety, and Sherlock certainly didn't want Silk to take the risk.

Although Silke was a little unhappy, he still chose to leave by himself.

When I arrived at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix through apparation, the children living here were having breakfast.

Except for Harry, Ron and Hermione, the whole Weasley family also moved here, as well as Lupine and other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Naturally, Sirius also lived here, after all, 12 Grimmauld Place was his home.

The Weasley children were telling Harry about Percy when Sherlock first walked in.

"He is now hired as an assistant to the minister. It is said that after Fudge became a consultant, he gave advice to the newly appointed minister Scrimgeour."

"Percy was so happy that he was going crazy. He felt that his future had never been so bright. He wanted to show off to his parents when he got home, as if his father would really praise him."

Fred took up George's words, and their voices were deliberately lowered so that Mrs. Weasley, who was still busy in the kitchen, could not hear.

"Father didn't actually say anything about him, he just expressed concern. Scrimgeour's position is fine, but he is not with us after all. Fudge's suggestion to him is probably to promote him to the side of the minister as a momentary Surveillance on us."

said Ginny's pretty face sullenly.

"And then he went crazy, yelling that it was because Dad didn't work hard in the Ministry of Magic that he left that image in the hearts of others! He was holding back his promotion because he hated Dad!"

Harry and Hermione listened carefully. Among the brothers and sisters of the Weasley family, they actually had the most ordinary relationship with Percy, and they had no intention of speaking for Percy now.

Ron gritted his teeth even more.

"He said that he would rely on his own ability to make a big career in the Ministry of Magic, and let other wizards know that not all the Weasleys want people like Dad, and that he is an orthodox and ancient family of pure-blood wizards. successor!"

"After a big fight with my father, he moved out of the house and now lives in London. A few days ago, my mother wanted to visit him, but he didn't even open the door! It took a long time for my mother to come back and cry! "

The children at the dining table were silent, and it wasn't until this moment that Bill noticed Sherlock standing in front of the hall.

"Oh, how long have you been here, Sherlock." He stood up and greeted Sherlock.

Sherlock sighed slightly.

"I've been here since you said Percy broke up with your parents."

The scene at the dinner table was muffled, and Ron couldn't help muttering.

"Fortunately, when he was in school, Professor Forrest was still very optimistic about him, but he didn't intend to stand with us from the beginning to the end, white-eyed wolf!"

"Everyone's pursuit is different, we can't always hope to keep everyone's thinking on the same line as ours." Sherlock said softly, "But Percy will understand, wait a little longer, stay there The longer it takes, the more he will understand whether what he has been longing for is precious to him."

His words obviously couldn't dispel the Weasley children's grudge against Percy, but it also made their depressed mood a lot better.

Then Sherlock asked Bill.

"When will Professor Dumbledore be back?"

Bill had already applied for a transfer from Gringotts in Egypt to work at Gringotts in Diagon Alley. In addition, he was older than Sherlock, and knew a lot of things in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Sir, he should still be in the Ministry of Magic now. After talking with Scrimgeour, he will come back here for dinner at noon, and you should be able to see him then."

(End of this chapter)