[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Harry knew that Sirius had contributed his Black ancestral home, and that the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was fixed in a house belonging to the most evil dark wizard, but what he didn't expect was that it was so dirty, dilapidated, and messy. .

Peeling wallpaper and burnished, ragged rugs in the gloomy foyer, with age-blackened portraits crooked on the walls, overhead chandeliers and table chandelier made of in the shape of a serpent.Next to the large umbrella stand made from a broken leg of a troll, there was a picture of the crazy Mrs. Black made with permanent glue, and once the curtain was pulled back, she started screaming and cursing everything. Surprised the lady.

And going up the stairs, you can see a row of crumpled house-elf heads on the plaque on the side wall, and they all have the same ugly big nose.Every room on the second floor is dark, dirty, and decorated with ancient magical ornaments, and the only house-elf is crazy and eccentric, always muttering curse words that can no longer be described badly.

At the same time, when he was in the headquarters of the Death Eaters, whether it was the small four-story building at the beginning or the magnificent manor behind, what he saw was always clean and tidy—or, in other words, bright.The absurdity of the perversion of the absurd contrast between the supposedly dark enclave looking so bright and the supposedly bright enclave looking so dark is almost laughable.

In addition, Harry can attend the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix though-it is always failure and pain to hear (Dumbledore gave a speech announcing Voldemort's return, after which the wizards of the Ministry of Magic voted him out President of the International Confederation of Wizards, besides, he is no longer the Wizengamot's Chief Wizard, and is almost wiped out), and modest success-but, Harry is too young, everyone He is not allowed to participate in the specific work, his main task is to stay here and do the general cleaning - no, in Harry's view, they are actually waging a war on the old house, which with the help of Kreacher , carrying out a very tenacious resistance.

What's more, Harry was tight-lipped from his friends, unwilling to share about his time at the Death Eater Manor - recalling him with a look of pain too hard to look at, and then they would let him go - nor Willing to share what he heard at the Order of the Phoenix meeting.This made Ron very unhappy ("Harry, we're friends!"), and they were all trying very hard to understand what was going on in the Order, trying to eavesdrop on the conversations of visitors, but only a few glimpses at a time. Eyes; using retractable ears, and dealing with Mrs. Weasley's search of retractable ears; routines to Harry, who always shuts up at critical points and smiles at them.

Hermione said to him secretly: "Harry, everyone thinks that you have matured a lot, but you are so tight-lipped and don't reveal anything to us, that's really annoying."

Harry could only smile.

Maturity, where is maturity.

How to disguise a blackened soul in a utter sincerity.

He's pretty much out of tune with it all.

He desperately suppressed the desire to study the dark magic items that were very interesting to look at Black's ancestral house, and gave up the habit of taking a broomstick every afternoon (there was such a sharp contrast that he understood that the Dark Lord was so good to him. Indulgence, it can be called doting).Many times he came close to blurting out the incantations he had practiced countless times, only to stop at the last moment.The dull and boring "cleaning" sometimes annoyed him, and Professor Dumbledore——

Harry thought of those moments of eye-to-eye contact, those repeated attempts with the same result.When the blue eyes of the young man met the blue eyes of the elder, the malice that surged from his heart, the hatred that filled his heart at that moment, almost encouraged and encouraged him to bite, destroy, and destroy. Raised his wand, to hurt the elder he had always respected.

Harry was intimidated by himself.

Professor Dumbledore obviously noticed this too. He seldom appeared in front of Harry, and when he appeared, he also took care not to meet Harry's eyes.Harry could almost feel Professor Dumbledore's vigilance and guard against him, which made him more painful——

No matter what, no matter what, since the first grade, Professor Dumbledore has been protecting and guiding him. He is the source of Harry's peace of mind. As long as Professor Dumbledore is around, everything can be at ease, even if he has planned No matter what happened, he was sincere in his protection...

Harry walked across the hall and into the room reserved for Order of the Phoenix meetings.Tonks was comforting Lupine who had returned from the werewolf colony: "...you are a werewolf so what, don't worry, anyone who knows you well knows how kind you are..."

Harry leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Today's Daily Prophet," Lupine pointed to the newspaper on the table with a wry smile, "the headline said that Dumbledore allowed werewolves and giants to go to school. He directly revealed my identity as a werewolf."

Harry quickly gave Lupine a hug: "Don't look at that, Remus, we all know what kind of person you are."

"It's a good paper," said Lupine, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to be very relaxed. "I mean, the Daily Prophet's demagogy is strong again."

Harry's eyes flicked to the Daily Prophet on the table.The best-selling newspaper in the wizarding world has almost completely become the official newspaper of the Dark Lord, smearing Dumbledore as an old lunatic, constantly counting the encroachment of Muggles on wizarding space, and secretly agitating people against Muggles.

Harry said that the writing is indeed very bewitching, just like his impression of the Dark Lord, it is like the snake in the Garden of Eden that tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apple, and it is like the snake on the island of Siren in Greek mythology. A banshee who lures sailors into the sea with her beauty and singing.

Harry keenly sensed the fluctuations in the hearts of the Order of the Phoenix.The Dark Lord's rapidly spreading power, the Order of the Phoenix's constant retreat and failure, and the Muggle threat theory that seemed very reasonable in all the publicity propaganda-once he heard Bill say "We should really treat Muggles a little bit better." Be on the lookout" - and Dumbledore seemed to be busy with something so secretive that he had been absent from several Phoenix meetings.

Life in the Order of the Phoenix was indeed different from what he had imagined.

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The Dark Lord's study.

Barty Crouch seldom hesitated when reporting, always looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows: "Barty, it seems that you want to add something to me?"

"Master..." Barty Crouch knelt on the ground at once, "I am incompetent..."

"Speak," said the Dark Lord, "I don't like to hide."

"Master, someone asked me to send you a letter."

"A... letter?" The Dark Lord took the pink envelope from Barty Jr. with surprise.

The gaudy pink color, the exquisite floral perm, and a big heart on the seal of the envelope, it's like a love letter sent by a little girl when her love is overflowing.

But no ordinary love letter would make one of his most powerful men so terrified.

The Dark Lord flicked the envelope, and the seal opened automatically, revealing the same gaudy pink letter paper inside.He unfolded the letter out of curiosity:

To my revered King of Dark Wizards,

I was very pleasantly surprised to hear of your existence,

I was so happy that I wanted to announce my joy to the world.

Is it an honor to meet you?

If possible, on the night of the next full moon,

I invite you to meet me at my favorite speedy cafe in London~

— a tiny Muggle

—Jim Moriarty

The Dark Lord frowned slightly: "Jim Moriarty...I've heard that name before..."

"Master, he can almost be called the king of the dark world of Muggles in England. He likes to instruct ordinary people to commit crimes. He claims to be a consulting criminal," Barty Crouch quickly explained, "I am incompetent, I... A Muggle threat, master, please ignore this letter..."

His slender fingers brushed across the good-quality but gaudy-colored letter paper, and the Dark Lord said, "Get up, Batty, someone who has the courage and wisdom to write such a letter is really not something you can handle."

"Master... please ignore this self-conscious Muggle..."

The Dark Lord's frown never let go: "It's too late..."

The letter reads "declaring my joy to the world", which seems to be an exaggeration of love, but it is actually an obvious threat.The Muggle world was too big, too dangerous, and he was totally unprepared to open the wizarding world to the Muggle world.He has been collecting information about the Muggle world, and the more he collects, the more frightened he is: there are too many people in the Muggle world, and the technological progress in the Muggle world is too fast; With it in your hands, how dare you expose yourself to hundreds of millions of Muggles?

The threat of the true power of the Muggles was always repressed in his mind.He is not a god, and the strength of his subordinates must be collected slowly; what's more, tens of thousands of people are exposed to the pursuit of hundreds of millions of people, no matter how powerful an individual is, what matters is strategy, intelligence, wisdom.

"Jim Moriarty..." The Dark Lord chewed on the name, his expression gradually relaxed, and then he smiled slightly.