Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The low voices of discussion disappeared, and the Death Eaters stepped aside to reveal a squat figure standing at the end.

Voldemort stared at this figure with his slender red eyes for a while, and then said softly:

"Dolores Umbridge. Former Deputy Minister of Magic. After being used, she suffered a shameful betrayal."

Umbridge choked up in a low voice:

"Yes, yes, Master. So when your servants opened the cage, I was determined to serve you with everything I had.

You are the most worthy person in the world to follow. "

"Well, well, some people always speak nicely, like my cunning servant Lucius.

This is the time when I need him most, but it doesn't matter that he disappeared. No one can escape the punishment of betraying me!

Umbridge, my new servant, I hope you will serve me as faithfully as you say you will. "

Voldemort seemed a little tired after speaking for such a long time. He was breathing heavily. Bella immediately moved forward and took out a small bottle filled with milky white liquid.

Carefully fed to Voldemort.

After drinking the disgusting potion, Voldemort recovered a little strength:

"Tell me."

"Yes, my master." Umbridge cleared her throat nervously, and then said in a high-pitched voice:

"Thanks to all the roles I've held at the Ministry, I know some very secret things.

Like Harry Potter’s residence in the Muggle world.”

"But it's of no use. It's well protected there."

One Death Eater couldn't help laughing loudly.

Umbridge trembled twice, her head drooping lower and lower:

"Master, do you know?"

Voldemort let out a harsh laugh:

"Of course I knew - the night I lost my magic and my body, I wanted to kill him.

His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently giving him some kind of protection that I admit I didn't expect... I couldn't touch that boy. "

The Death Eaters didn't say anything. They already knew what happened when they found Voldemort.

Voldemort continued:

"That idiot who likes Muggles - Dumbledore specially designed a protection plan.

He used an ancient magic to ensure that the boy would be protected as long as he was in the care of his relatives. "

A trace of greed and a trace of malice flashed in his scarlet eyes:

“So I need that boy’s blood to be reborn, so that the protection that that foolish woman exerted will remain within me as well.

I will make that idiot smash his own foot with remorse. What he thinks is invincible love flows in Voldemort's blood."

Voldemort let out a hoarse laugh that was so unpleasant that he finally got tired.

Umbridge said softly:

"Master, my idea is, why not try the blood of that Muggle woman?

That blood magic also flows in that Muggle woman's body.

Even if you don't succeed, just kill the woman.

Harry Potter has lost - lost all his blood relatives, and that protection will disappear automatically.

You - will come back eventually! "

After saying that, Umbridge lowered her head and waited nervously for Voldemort's response.

"Interesting thought - very interesting. Looks like I underestimated you, Dolores."

A hint of excitement seemed to flash across Voldemort's face:

"Go on, how can we get that Muggle woman out."

Umbridge clenched her fists tightly and explained her plan:

"Master, although there are many magical protections, it does not restrict the freedom of that Muggle family.

As long as we don't use magic, but do it the Muggle way."

"Muggle ways? How dare you let the great Dark Lord use vile, dirty Muggle ways?"

A Death Eater roared loudly, as if he heard something unforgivable.

Other Death Eaters also started making noises, staring at Umbridge with evil expressions, and some even took out their wands.

Umbridge trembled even more violently, and she knelt on the ground with a thud, loudly begging Voldemort for forgiveness.

"Shut up!"

The scene fell silent, and the Death Eaters hurriedly bowed in the direction of Voldemort and closed their mouths.

"Go on, Dolores."

Umbridge didn't expect Voldemort to say that. She was stunned for a while before continuing tremblingly.

"As long as we trick her out the Muggle-Muggle way and let the master try, even before killing her, to use her to attract her Muggle husband and Muggle son.

and harry potter

As long as the master can be resurrected, what will happen if Dumbledore comes in person?

The master is the most powerful wizard! "

A vicious plan that kills three birds with one stone!

After finishing speaking, Umbridge put her head firmly on the ground, her heart beating wildly, waiting for Voldemort's response.

Then she heard Voldemort's answer:

“That’s a good idea Dolores, I’ve seen your loyalty, go ahead with this plan.

You will get the reward you dreamed of, how about the future position of Minister of Magic? "

Umbridge let out a sob as loud as a cornet. She choked with joy and spoke words of gratitude and loyalty.

When Voldemort finally got tired of hearing this, he climbed up carefully, ignoring the envious and jealous looks of the people around him.

His hideous face was hidden under a mask.

Fudge, just wait. Everything I have lost and the humiliation I have suffered will be returned to you twice as much!

Finally, Voldemort looked at the only hooded voice that did not speak:

"You will get what you want. Although you have just pledged your allegiance to me, your loyalty is already much greater than that of those who claim to be my servants.

No one knows more about curses than I do. "

The hooded man bent down:

"Thank you, my lord."

"Hoo~! Hoo~!"

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily.

He woke up from a very vivid dream and pressed his forehead tightly with both hands.

The lightning-shaped scar was burning and painful, as if someone was pressing a red-hot iron on his skin.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, while his other hand fumbled in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clearer. The light from the street lights outside the window penetrated the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light into the bedroom.

Only then did Harry realize that his body was soaked with sweat and his pajamas were stuck to his body.

He turned on the desk lamp next to him, got out of bed, walked across the room, opened the closet, found a brand new pajamas, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the closet door.