Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

In a dark room, two candles were burning slowly, making a crackling sound.

The wax oil slowly flowed along the candle, dripped onto the plate, and reflected a figure before solidifying——

It was a thin figure. His face was pale, his fingers were so thin that only bones remained, and his eyes were narrowed into slits, as if he were a living corpse.

Voldemort was sitting attentively at the table, flipping through a black book with a large number of horrific patterns and ancient text in his hand.

He also held a quill pen in his hand and kept writing and drawing in the notebook next to him.

Judging from the dates marked on the notebook, he has been studying from the night of resurrection to the present, and has studied until Hogwarts is on summer vacation.

At this time, the notebook was almost used up. It contained a large number of mysterious texts, as well as various human body-related drawings such as wizard anatomy diagrams and infernal refining diagrams.

It must be said that although Voldemort is not photogenic, his handwriting is neat and beautiful, and his paintings are vivid, perfectly restoring all the details of the human body.

In addition to books and notebooks, there are a large number of bottles and cans placed on the table.

Those bottles and jars contained either venom or an inexplicable liquid that exuded a strange smell, and were filled with various materials that were made in extremely cruel ways.

For example, there is a small pile of ashes scattered in a certain tube, or there is a hand soaked in a certain jar.

The left hand was thin and dry, like a mouse, but it looked familiar.

That's Peter Pettigrew's left hand.

In order to study whether there was something wrong with his resurrection, Voldemort quietly retrieved some of his father's ashes a few days ago.

At the same time, he neatly confiscated Peter Pettigrew's other hand as research material.

Who made your right hand the material for the resurrection of the great Dark Lord?

Now there may be something wrong with the Dark Lord's resurrection. We must study whether the research materials are defective!

Of course, Voldemort would not forget to give him a shining silver magic hand, so that this servant could maintain his fighting ability and continue to serve him.

Although even if this hand was not conjured for him, Peter Pettigrew would not dare to complain.

But he is a self-proclaimed benevolent Dark Lord, and he will definitely not be so harsh to those who have contributed to his resurrection.

After searching for information for a long time, Voldemort carefully closed the book and stuffed the book and notes on the bookshelf aside.

A vicious curse spread instantly, covering the books and notes tightly to prevent others from trying to touch these precious materials and pry into Voldemort's secrets.

There should be no problem. Voldemort rubbed his forehead, and a mirror appeared out of thin air in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, gently touched the mirror, and carefully watched the lines on his face reflected in the mirror, staring at the magical mystery behind those lines.

I have checked so much information and found no additional content for this magic. From this point of view, my ritual steps are perfect and there are no mistakes.

Then I should have just resurrected that night. I haven't been able to fully adapt to this body and can't fully control my own power.

In addition, the magic in that cemetery was arranged by me with the help of Peter Pettigrew's useless wand. He is so weak, which also reduces the power of this magic.

That's why I lost control of magic so easily... Yes, that's it.

The same is true for the occasional dazed expression later on. It's just a small problem that occurred after the resurrection.

Under this almost hypnotic self-comfort, Voldemort's eyes became sharp again.

Previously, he almost thought that he couldn't keep up with the times and had been completely swept into the trash by history and time, so he couldn't even beat that little girl Harry Potter.

But now, after reflection, Voldemort is confident again.

I am still the same person I was then, the greatest Dark Lord!

After explaining his previous defeat to himself and regaining his confidence, Voldemort stood up from the table and kept pacing back and forth.

The big snake Nagini beside the wall raised its body curiously, hissing and sticking out its tongue, observing its owner's confusing human behavior.

After thinking for a long time, Voldemort tapped the table with his wand.

Lucius Malfoy. Voldemort said softly, and a purple peacock mark lit up on the table.

In less than a minute, the door to the room was opened.

Lucius Malfoy lowered his head and walked into the dark room in small steps.

His hands were trembling slightly, and he was obviously filled with fear.

Master, what are your orders when you call me? Malfoy said respectfully.

After meeting Snape, Voldemort unceremoniously turned the Malfoy manor into a base.

Who has the largest and most luxurious manor in his family? This is the only place worthy of the title of Dark Lord.

Old Malfoy was naturally unwilling to do so. After all, who wants to be a slave in his own home?

What's more, the Dark Lord is planning to turn this place into a base for Death Eaters to live and hold meetings.

This made old Malfoy even more heartbroken.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that his dear old friend Snape brought the news that Fudge and Dumbledore had fallen out.

Coupled with the few words revealed by some high-ranking pure-blood family magic officials who are biased towards themselves and their pure-blood consultants, and Crabbe, Goyle and others were handed over to the Ministry of Magic by Harry, but the Ministry of Magic has not yet declare the fact of their guilt.

Therefore, Voldemort made a judgment and let Dumbledore continue the internal fight with Fudge. He could continue to hide and accumulate strength in secret.

Because of this, those purebloods only come here occasionally now.

Most of the time, they had to follow Voldemort's orders, stay at home honestly, and maintain their original living habits, without letting the outside world see any flaws.

Other purebloods can't live here for a long time now, which is the only place where Malfoy can be happy in the near future.

After all, it can be said that most of those pure-bloods have no business acumen and cannot make money.

Even the properties in Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley that could make money while lying down have turned negative in their hands.

And if you just rent out a shop, the rent will not be enough to maintain a decent life that symbolizes your nobility in the hearts of purebloods.

So by the current generation, many pure-blood wizards have begun to sell off their property.

Commercial shops in Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley are naturally the first targets to be sold. In addition, decorations that symbolize pure-blood status are also sold in large quantities.

The most embarrassing families were even forced to sell their ancestral homes in order to maintain their more luxurious lives.

Under such circumstances, they naturally coveted the Malfoy manor.

Even if you can't take it directly for yourself, it's still a good thing to be able to stay here for a few more days, experience it, and pick up some wool by the way.

Voldemort's ban on them coming naturally disappointed these people, and it also made Malfoy a rare joy.

Of course, it's just a little bit.

How is the conference room being cleaned up? Can it support us to hold a meeting?

Voldemort stared at Malfoy's golden hair and whispered softly, without any emotion in his voice.

He didn't feel any guilt about his behavior of occupying the magpie's nest.

In Voldemort's heart, it was already a sign of kindness that he did not tell Malfoy to go away and that he had the entire manor to himself.

A damn wallflower like Malfoy, who obviously has a lot of free time and money but doesn't come to look for himself, deserves to be used to brew potions!

Great Master, the conference room has been completely packed. Malfoy did not raise his head, still kneeling on the spot,

I packed up the largest room in the entire manor, where all my friends can sit.

Master, do you need to use it now?

Of course... no need. Voldemort wanted to nod, but suddenly remembered something and changed the topic temporarily.

Call those who have positions in the Ministry of Magic. I want to give you some instructions...

Forget it, don't call them all, just call Dolphin Roll, just call him.

Soon, Dolphin Rohr walked into the house.

He is a blond, middle-aged wizard with a huge body but small eyes. He looks a little funny and a little stupid.

Master. Although he seems to have a weak mind, Dolphin Roll already belongs to the group of Death Eaters with more flexible minds.

As soon as he entered the room, he knelt down respectfully, kneeling side by side with old Malfoy.

I want to give you a long-term mission, a secret mission. Voldemort said softly,

Severus brought me a prophecy, a prophecy about Harry Potter.

It's a pity that that cunning old man Dumbledore was too vigilant, and Severus himself was an incompetent waste, so he couldn't bring me the complete prophecy.

And now, I want to listen to this prophecy again and hear if there is more information in the full version of the prophecy.

I need you to find a way to sneak into the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and steal the prophecy ball about this prophecy in the Prophecy Hall.

Although he was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move, Old Malfoy still exchanged a look with Rolle, a slightly frightened look.

Both of them hold senior advisor positions in the Ministry of Magic, and they both belong to a relatively wealthy group of pure-blood wizards, so they donated more gold Galleons to Fudge.

Therefore, the two of them naturally know many secret things in the Ministry of Magic, even better than many middle and low-level officials in the Ministry of Magic.

But among these, the Department of Mysteries is always an exception. After all, the status of this department is too aloof.

There is even a rumor in the Ministry of Magic that it is not the location of the Ministry of Magic that determines the location of the Department of Mysteries, but the location of the Department of Mysteries that determines where the Ministry of Magic is built!

Most rank-and-file employees scoffed at this as nonsense.

But Malfoy, who has a very good relationship with Fudge and whose family heritage is very long, knows a certain truth and knows that this statement is correct.

There are twelve chambers in the Department of Mysteries, all of which contain powerful, mysterious and dangerous magic.

The location of the Ministry of Magic is related to one of the departments.

But Malfoy had no way of knowing more about it.

After all, the research tasks of the Department of Mysteries are top secret. Their employees must sign a series of magic contracts when joining the department, and they cannot leak any information related to the Department of Mysteries to the outside world.

Even August Rookwood, a former employee of the Department of Mysteries who joined the Death Eaters, was not at liberty to reveal much about the Department of Mysteries to the Dark Lord.

You know, the Dark Lord spent a lot of energy to help Rookwood break the contract on him, but in the end it was to no avail, and he simply weakened the power of the contract slightly.

After breaking this part of the contract and understanding the general scope of the Department of Mysteries' research, the Dark Lord immediately lost interest there.

Even the Dark Lord can only know the general research scope of the Department of Mysteries. What can a weak Death Eater like himself do?

Now the Dark Lord asked himself to go to the Department of Mysteries to steal a prophecy ball, which really put the two of them under great pressure.

What? You don't want to? Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at the two of them with sharp eyes.

Of course there is no problem, great master.

Although Voldemort's voice became softer and softer, Malfoy and Rolle still heard the danger in it.

The two people quickly responded loudly,

As long as it is the master's order, no matter what dangers lie ahead, we will definitely complete it!

Even if it means sacrificing our lives, we won't hesitate!

Although this task is difficult, if you are caught, the most you can do is to be imprisoned in Azkaban. There is no danger of death. You can also use this to show your loyalty to the Dark Lord.

In the worst case scenario, if they were not caught, according to the Dark Lord's past nature, the two of them would only be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

But for daring to refuse the task assigned by the Dark Lord... the two of them would probably lie on the ground on the spot, becoming the chickens that intimidate the next group of Death Eaters who entered the room.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction: Very good, very good.

Give me a plan within ten days. Before the end of this summer, the plan will be implemented!

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Watching Malfoy and Rowle leave the room, Voldemort continued to pace.

He suddenly felt that he was a little too kind and actually gave these two losers Malfoy and Rolle ten days to formulate a plan.

You know, they left themselves alone in the Albanian forest for thirteen years despite rumors in the black market outside.

He clearly wanted to retaliate twice as much for the suffering he suffered, but in the end, he gave them ten days.

Alas, it turns out that I, the Dark Lord, am still too unqualified to be so kind and soft-hearted.

Voldemort shook his head and redefined kindness.

Suddenly he pulled out his wand and pointed it behind him: Avada Kedavra!

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I couldn't stand it anymore. My computer was probably infected with a virus. I kept getting blue screens. I used 360 Antivirus and the progress bar was always stuck, so I was forced to use this chapter of the mobile phone code.

Damn it, a lot of information is on the computer, and now I can only use Baidu on my mobile phone. It’s really a headache.