Soul shaping

Some sympathized with the boy, he could see that the master was torturing him on purpose, several times he thought it was almost perfect, but the master was still nitpicking.

I really don't know what the master has to do with someone who has been cast with the Imperius Curse... Even if he is Potter, it should be enough, right?Lucius thought to himself, he coughed, and persuaded in a low voice: "Master, may I go get Potter a glass of water? His voice is going to be hoarse, and it will be even worse if this continues..."

"No need." Voldemort refused coldly, "The previous few times were passable, you can use it."

"Yes, master." Lucius replied respectfully, turned and left the room.

Voldemort looked down at the boy, who stood silently, neither happy nor angry, as if he had heard nothing.

"Do you remember what you said just now?" He seemed to be talking to him, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "I just said it to you, I hope you can imprint it in your heart. Go back and stay in your own room , don’t come out without my order.”

"Yes, Master."

☆、Death attempt

Harry dragged his tired body back to the room, took off his clothes and got under the quilt.He closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He didn't know how to take the next road, all the plans were shattered, the agreed escape was shattered, he couldn't break free from this cage, he could only watch helplessly as it tied him tighter and tighter until he was suffocated .

However, perhaps he could say that his plan was not a complete failure.At least, Harry thought to himself, he did make Voldemort a human being - it didn't matter if it was the original one or not.

"You're terrible, Harry. You can't do anything right." He pulled the covers over his head, letting darkness and silence wrap him.

He is very clear about the purpose of that recording, and I am afraid that tomorrow he will see it appear on the headlines of the "Daily Prophet", and everyone will know that their savior has surrendered to the Dark Lord, and his reputation will be ruined.

Not long ago he had promised Riddle that he would come back, but now he was really afraid of going back, even though he couldn't escape.

What to do next, continue to pretend to be controlled by Voldemort's Imperius Curse?At that time, doing so was just a subconscious consideration, but now it seems like throwing yourself into a trap.But other than that, he had no better choice.Only in this way can he temporarily deceive Voldemort's trust and make plans for future plans.

Harry sighed, curling up in a ball under the covers.Let's do this first, we can only take one step at a time.

That night, he was brought before the Death Eaters by Voldemort.Voldemort seated Harry beside him and pointedly introduced himself to everyone.

"This is our great savior—of course, he is now completely in my hands, and he will do what I tell him to do..." he said slowly, his voice high and harsh.He hooked his fingers for Harry to come over, and lifted Harry's left sleeve to show the Dark Mark on his arm.

After hearing the exclamation from the audience, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, pushed the boy away forcefully, without looking at him again: "...in order to show the Order of the Phoenix what kind of traitor they have cultivated, I will let Potter continue to serve as a magician. Director of the Law Enforcement Department. Of course, I have cast the Imperius Curse on him, and his actions represent my will, so you must not attack him... Oh, you must respect him, respect our savior... ..."

"Just like he respects us, master?" Someone sneered, staring straight at Harry with a malicious look on his face.

"Oh, look what he's done to us, I bet if those Order of the Phoenix guys knew what life the Savior lived with us... hehe..."

There was a lot of discussion below, and everyone was discussing how to deal with the savior who fell into the tiger's den.Harry looked at them blankly, straightening his back stiffly, trying to look like he didn't care, but his heart was beating.

No way... This kind of thing won't happen, those tortures from the mouths of Death Eaters will drive him out of his wits just by hearing the names, and he can't imagine what will happen to him if it happens to him.Voldemort shouldn't have such a perverted hobby...?Although he has a weird temper and is cruel and mean, he should not be a person who would do meaningless things... But he is not sure, who knows how he will treat himself?After all, he is his sworn enemy, and all the rules don't work on him, if he just wants to make himself miserable, there's nothing he can't do.

"Okay, I don't seem to want you to discuss it." Voldemort said coldly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry from his tone, and the Death Eaters immediately fell silent, "I have my own way to deal with him, you all give me Listen carefully, no one is allowed to touch him casually, otherwise it will be against my will..."

"Yes, Master." They replied grudgingly, and some looked up at Harry with pity, as if they had seen his death.

Voldemort didn't stay in the hall for long, he soon went back upstairs to rest.Before leaving, he looked at Harry and motioned him to follow with his eyes.

Voldemort's room was spacious and dark, with the curtains closed tightly, and the surrounding shelves were filled with all kinds of dark magic utensils of unknown purpose. They flashed dark green and crimson lights in the dark, mysterious and weird.Voldemort sat down on a chair in the room, Harry hesitated by the door for a while, then walked slowly to him.

"Potter, you were disguised as Yaxley, weren't you?" he said, his voice a little lazy.

"Yes Master."

"And where is Yaxley?"

"In the cupboard in my room, master," he replied in a low voice, wondering what Voldemort was asking for.

"Take me there, Potter." Voldemort stood up slowly, and his silky black robe slid down the chair, casting a shadow on the ground.He walked to the side, took out a slender wand from a small drawer, and handed it to Harry, it was his phoenix tail feather holly wand: "Hold your wand, you will need to make some things with it later." meaningful thing."

Listening to his slightly teasing tone, Harry had a bad feeling.

He led him to his room, and Harry opened the drawer with difficulty, revealing a curled up man inside.A handful of his hair had been plucked, his eyes were closed tightly, the wrinkles on his face were limply crowded together, and his complexion was pale.Harry raised him with a spell, placed him on the bed, and straightened his limbs so that he lay flat.

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, as if to confirm that he was not the real Yaxley, and then he issued a command that sent him into a moment of despair: "Kill him, Potter."

"What..." Harry choked back abruptly as soon as he said a word, he realized that he was now under the control of the Imperius Curse.And Voldemort didn't seem to notice his abnormality, but continued: "Kill him with the Killing Curse, Potter... There is no need to keep a servant who has made such a big mistake."

Harry was silent, his wand-holding right hand tremblingly raised, pointing at the unarmed man.No matter how many bad things he has done and how many people he has killed, he should not be executed.He is not a judge, he is not the law, he is not an authority, he is not qualified to decide the life and death of others——

"Do it, Potter, what are you still hesitating for?" The icy and bone-chilling voice sounded in the back of his head again, like a haunted evil spirit urging his life to torment the world.Harry closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was dead silence.

His lips moved slightly, and the words he spit out were so cold that they didn't look like himself: "Avada Kedavra!"

The tip of the stick only sprayed out a cloud of bright green mist, which collapsed in the air.Harry took a step back but was pushed back by Voldemort, his voice was sharp and high-pitched: "You failed, Potter! You have to be absolutely cruel and ruthless, you have to have a vicious power from the soul, just chanting spells It's useless. Start over!"

Harry took a deep breath and raised his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was still only a blur of green mist.Instead, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He somehow felt that casting this spell would take away little by little what was most cherished and most important in his heart, so he subconsciously resisted, even if it was trivial.

"I'm here to teach you a good lesson, Potter." Voldemort walked up, covered his eyes with his pale and slender hands without a trace of fat, and whispered in his ear, the voice was very bewitching, "This man is Yaxley, you don't hate him, you don't hate him at all...he has nothing to do with you, you don't care about his life, how he lives has nothing to do with you...but you hate him, this This kind of hate is widespread, it is a kind of disgust that hinders your actions. You don't mind him alive, but it would be better if he died...his death will make you go more smoothly and make it easier for you to achieve your goals , that's what you have to do—you can't give up on this goal, which is more important than his life and death. For this great goal, we need appropriate sacrifices and killings...so kill him, Potter ...you must have a cold conscience!"

Cold awareness...?what is that?He couldn't understand, he didn't understand why he had to be cruel, why he had to kill for a so-called target... But Harry thought of what Voldemort and the Death Eaters had done, how many families they destroyed, how many towns they destroyed Nine empty.They were never merciful, never felt guilty about it, and they didn't regret dying.

They deserved to die, whether for the wishes of all or for himself alone, they deserved to die.

Thinking of this, Harry slowly raised his wand, pointed at Yaxley and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

The bright green flocculent mist sprayed out from the tip of the staff became brighter, but it was still scattered and unable to take shape.Harry gasped, feeling that the spell had drained almost all of his mental strength, and he was too tired to talk, and he didn't want to think about why he didn't succeed.

"You still haven't made up your mind, Potter. To cast the Killing Curse, you have to be cruel not only to others, but also to yourself. You must abandon those useless and stupid guilt, pity and kindness, and let your soul become a cold and hard heart." Stone!"

Is it useless and stupid...is his compassion for those in distress useless...?Indeed, he couldn't do anything to them, couldn't bring them the dawn...but then he had to abandon it?Harry felt that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't keep up with his thinking, his way of thinking made him feel unreasonable, he couldn't do what he said was cruel and cold, he couldn't use such evil power on others anyway. spell -

"Do you think you can't do it, Potter? Do you think the Unforgivable Curse can only be used by evil people, and a good person can't control it?" Voldemort seemed to have read his mind, he turned his body around, Staring at him coldly, those blood-red eyes looked strange and terrifying in the night, "Let me tell you, this kind of thinking is quite humble and ignorant... Before I fall into your hands, there are already a lot of arrogant people. Luo proposed to use the Unforgivable Curse on the Death Eaters, and that Crouch, the former Director of Magical Law Enforcement, oh, in your position, is said to be the most promising wizard to become the Minister of Magic... He is very supportive of this Do you think decent people can't use the Unforgivable Curses? No, some of them are even more familiar with these spells than the Death Eaters, and they are more ruthless... Do you dare to say that Dumbledore can't use these spells?"

He sneered, looking at the boy's already pale face with enjoyment, he slowly combed his messy forehead hair with his long nails, felt his suppressed trembling, and carelessly added fuel to the fire: " Try it, Potter, taste the power... I think you will like it, who doesn't like to control the life and death of others? Come on, raise your wand, you can do anything to that person, death Just the simplest kind of…”

Voldemort turned back to the boy, took his right wrist and raised his wand, aiming at Yaxley.He whispered a curse in his ear: "Avada Kedavra."

The boy's eyes were pale and cloudy, his eyelashes were trembling, and he could hardly hold the thin stick firmly in his hand.Voldemort didn't rush him, he knew what he was looking forward to would happen soon, and he didn't mind waiting a little longer before then—

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's voice was neither high-pitched nor sharp, but a little weak, but it was unusually stable and beautiful, like a bunch of tulips blooming in rot, falling inch by inch.

The green light jumped out and shot straight into the man's chest.The man was shocked and lost his breath.

Neither of them spoke, and only the boy's rapid breathing seemed to be left in the silent air.

"Okay, okay, very good, Potter... I'm glad you've taken the first step!" Voldemort broke the silence first, laughing shrillly, and patted Harry's back hard with satisfaction. step left the room.But the boy's wand slipped from his hand feebly, and he knelt down, pressed his face into his palm, and wept silently.

He knew something was completely lost.

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☆, serious criminal

"Did you see that?"

"...It's him! I swear I'm not mistaken!"

"How dare you show up here in a big way, it's outrageous—"

"It's obvious that you didn't read the morning paper carefully? He's the Director of Magical Law Enforcement now..."

"It's disgusting..."

Harry walked steadily through the long, intricately constructed corridors without turning his eyes.He has walked here countless times, and he has been watched by others countless times, but never once has he walked through this place with hateful eyes and small words from every corner. A bloodstain came.

Harry thought it would take a little while to get used to it.

He sat down at the desk, and before he could open the file, there was a knock on the door, and a tall man walked in and stood in front of the desk.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, I'm Dennis, and the Minister appointed me to be your new assistant." Dennis held out his hand to him. His palm was so fat and thick that Harry felt he could hardly hold it.

After they shook hands politely, Dennis withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, and continued solemnly: "I am also responsible for protecting your personal safety, Mr. Potter."

"Thanks for your hard work." Harry remembered the hostile eyes along the way, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"It's like this. The minister said that because the Order of the Phoenix messed up last time, our execution procedures were messed up, so we have to redo the plan." Dennis said expressionlessly.Harry knew he was referring to the need for a new scheme to replace the deceitful "pool scheme".

"Okay, I will as soon as possible..."

"No, the minister said that he has already drawn up a plan, and I need Mr. Potter to review it." Dennis said as he took out a stack of printed parchment from his briefcase and handed it to him.

Harry turned over the paper and frowned after reading a few lines, but he quickly restrained his emotions, browsed through quickly, raised his head and looked at Dennis expressionlessly: "The minister means to use a spell to execute ? Where do you find so many suitable people to cast spells?"

"Don't worry about this, the minister has his own arrangements. The director needs to pay attention to the last item..."

"'Serious criminals need to be executed by the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement', is that what you mean?"

"Yes, they are already waiting for the director in the severe punishment room."

Harry closed his eyes forcefully, took a deep breath and stood up: "Take me there."

Severe criminals are nothing more than some wizards who openly express their opposition to Voldemort's tyranny, and their punishments are divided into two levels in the document: the lighter ones, the death penalty after three Cruciatus Curses.In severe cases, the death penalty will be imposed after performing the Cruciatus Curse ten times.

This punishment has no meaning, no sense!He roared in his heart, desperately suppressing the fear and loathing that surged up from the depths of his heart, he even had a strong urge to turn around and run away, but he knew that as long as there was any movement in him, the tall and burly Dennis would immediately die will take him back.Harry knew very well that he was sent by Voldemort to monitor him, and his every move was under his control.

They took the elevator to the cold underground ninth floor, and then took the stairs to the tenth floor.The stairwell was dark and damp, with dim lights flickering overhead, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the silence, as if a monster roared violently with the lingering sound.

"Here we are." Dennis opened a door, and as soon as Harry walked in, he saw three wizards tied to chairs. Their hair was disheveled, their faces were tired, and they looked extremely embarrassed.But as soon as they saw Harry, he seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, struggling angrily, and the heavy chains on his body shook with violent movements.

"You—it's you! You actually..." A man was astonished.

"Traitor! How dare you join forces with them...we are so blind!"

"Hogwarts insult! What a disappointment!"

"No, I don't believe it—I don't believe it! You must have a reason, right? I don't believe Potter would..." The only woman present said this, her face was pale, and she stared at Looking at him, tears welled up in his eyes.

Harry put the briefcase on the table expressionlessly. He glanced at Dennis, who immediately pulled out his wand and cast a tearing spell on them. The wizards screamed, and their wizard robes were torn apart by the spell. , dripping with blood.

Harry lowered his eyes, opened the case file and began to read out their crimes, his voice was cold: "Doro Uruti, because he held a heretical thought lecture in a bar, he violated the "Wizard Protection Act", and was sentenced to a minor Cruciatus Curse and death penalty. Bana Mu Dracula..."

After reading every word, he raised his head to meet the unyielding and stubborn eyes of those people.They hold their heads proudly, and they are not afraid even if they go to death.He knew that they were willing to sacrifice their lives for this, just to arouse the indifference of more people.At that moment, Harry swayed a little, a little unsteady.Once—was—he also stood in their position, unswervingly fighting for the faith, even if he felt lost, he would never be decadent.But now...

Harry closed the case file and picked up his wand.He looked at Doro Uruti, who stared at him unflinchingly, and the woman wailed, "Don't do it—don't do it—you know, we're all fighting the Dark Lord ! Potter..."

"Don't talk about Laura, he has already betrayed us!"

"no, do not want--"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahIt's as desperate as a ghost dragging a person into the icy lake.

ugly.distortion.The stench emanating from the depths of his body made him almost vomit.

As soon as Harry left the courtroom, he walked into the bathroom with an ugly expression, while Dennis ordered his staff to drag the three corpses away.

His throat was dry and smoky, and his stomach was churning. He retched on the toilet for a long time but couldn't vomit anything. In the end, he could only sit slumped on the toilet lid, propping his forehead with one hand.

He saw with his own eyes those people howling in pain under his Cruciatus Curse, scratching their ears, scratching their bodies, and almost wanting to pull out their hearts.One man scratched himself beyond recognition, and the other went straight out of his mind.He broke free from the chain and rushed up to Harry, waving his arms and yelling, even Dennis didn't react, but Harry cast a killing curse on him quickly, and the green light hit his forehead straight On the ground, the man's eyes became slack, and his hands and feet softened and fell to the ground.

Dennis paused, and Harry stepped off the stage.He stepped over the corpse and blood, and walked step by step to the woman, who was crying with her head bowed and her shoulders shrugged.Harry bent over.

"Do you still believe me?" He whispered in her ear.

"Devil...devil...devil! You are a devil! Don't come near me!" She raised her head suddenly, moved her body in a panic and screamed loudly. Dennis wanted to grab her, but Harry raised a hand to stop her up.His voice was still icy, desolate and empty like the long winter: "Does that mean you don't believe it?"

"The devil...the devil! Go to hell! You must die! Go away!"

"Director, she seems to have lost her mind." Dennis walked to him and said with a frown.

Harry didn't answer, he looked at the woman indifferently, even with pity in his eyes.He raised his wand and pointed it at the screaming and struggling woman. Her swaying figure blurred into a wriggling mass of color in his eyes, ugly and distorted: "Crucio! Cruciate!" ! Cruciatus!"

The woman's screams almost tore his eardrums, it was like the sound of a rumbling bell woke him up, but then plunged him into a deeper indifference.The moment Harry walked out of the courtroom, Harry seemed to be enlightened, the haze that had been covering him all this time dissipated, and a deep and strong sense of self-loathing overwhelmed him.

The ugly and twisted one was clearly himself.

Harry raised his head and stared blankly at the boy in the mirror, whose strange face frightened him.He felt his own fall so clearly, those spells froze his soul layer by layer, stripping away all the warmth and pain, leaving only a calm and indifferent will.

He stood up slowly and splashed water on his face.He rubbed his eyes, touched the mirror with his fingertips, and asked himself mockingly: "What should I do?"

The author has something to say: Sudden Update 2

ne will not be as complete as te, telling everyone's ending is basically Harry and V torturing each other...you can watch it as a side story

☆, uprising

Before he'd been through all this, Harry had never imagined that a person could sink so quickly.He thought he still underestimated the power of environmental assimilation and physical practice.

Everything a man does leaves his mark on him, even the most trivial things.And the magic that every wizard has used also has the power to turn the world bit by bit. Dripping water wears away rocks, big trees collapse in ant nests, souls are swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit, and he does not know how many people's blood is stained on his hands. .

And he will continue to march toward hell.

From the fear at the beginning, the nightmares for days to the numbness and indifference now, he can use the Unforgivable Curse without hesitation, and watch those people struggle to die without any waves.Perhaps, as Voldemort said, he really learned what it means to be ruthless—to ruthlessly kill the remaining hope in his heart, ruthlessly kill unrealistic fantasies, and ruthlessly forget who he used to be.

All today needs to step on the corpses of countless yesterdays, and he doesn't even have time to bury so many memories.

And when he returned to the small room that belonged to him in Malfoy Manor, he took off his heavy black robe and faced the silver moonlight, he could always feel more deeply the filth at the end of the blood.Everything during the day is trapped, but at night people have nowhere to hide.He was getting darker every day, and he hated himself more every day.

This day, as usual, he sat by the window and finished eating a plate of pasta, staring at the shadow of the tree outside the window in a daze.He has been doing this kind of meaningless behavior for a long time, and sometimes Harry wonders if he is really under the Imperius Curse, why he is living less and less like himself.

"What are you doing, Potter?" said a voice behind him, and Harry turned his head slowly.He found himself not surprised, as if he knew he would come sooner or later.Maybe his heart has lost interest in everything.

"I'm in a daze, master." He replied dryly.

"In a daze... aren't you thinking about how to escape?" The man slowly approached, and the trembling black robe brought a cold wind.

"Of course not, master." His tone was still weak as if he could cope, the other party walked in front of him, and a pale hand stretched out from under the black robe to support his chin.

"What have you been doing these days, Potter?"

"Punishment for serious criminals, master."

"How many people have you killed?" The sharp nails gently rubbed against his skin.

"Fifty-four, master." He had a little understanding of Voldemort's intentions, but he just sneered inwardly.

But what caught him off guard was that Voldemort suddenly pulled out his wand and said "Curse stop" to him, and the red light forced into his body.Harry's brain was dizzy for a while, and he subconsciously leaned back, hitting the back of his head heavily on the table, in excruciating pain.

"Again, Potter, how many people did you kill?" The voice followed closely, whispering faintly in his ears, Harry frowned, and pushed him away a little.He pressed his forehead and seemed to be thinking about something, while Voldemort looked at him with interest, his eyes full of ridicule.

"I've already answered it once, so there's no need to repeat it?" Harry lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Have you started to resist? I thought you would stay silent forever, Potter. Do you feel that you are getting more and more used to this kind of life?... I have observed you for a long time, of course, Dennis will provide me with reports every day, I found that you are doing better than many Death Eaters..." Voldemort's voice was lazy, and there seemed to be a hint of complacency, "Oh, of course I don't mean your magic proficiency, but the magic proficiency you give to others. Oppressive power. Do you know that you are more evil than all other Death Eaters in other people's hearts? It is really an amazing thing, and many people can't achieve such achievements in their lifetimes..."

Harry looked at him dumbly, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"Let me help you calculate what you have done in the past ten days... One of the most widely circulated things is that a pregnant woman in labor begged you to let her give birth to the child before execution... Do you still remember you Did something?" Voldemort looked at the boy's pale face, his eyelashes seemed to be trembling, his lips were parted but he said nothing, which made the man very satisfied, with a kind of destroying pleasure, "Oh, you Rejecting her request, you told her coldly that a heretic child would be cursed even if born, and would be on the road to perdition, so it would be better to let him be stillborn... You are so right, Potter, I didn't expect you to say such a thing, not at all like Dumbledore's good boy..."

"Oh, really?...you really think so?" Harry looked up, his smile was cold, "I said that to you, Voldemort. Heretic child...you think I said that Who is it? Who is the heretic, who is the cursed existence, who should be stillborn?... Can't you really understand?"

Before the man got angry, he continued in one breath, with the pleasure of revenge: "I suggest you listen to every word I say, I think, you will gain a lot, Voldemort... I think you should be very clear that you will leave Who is on the road to perdition..."

"Crucio!" Harry yelled as red light shot through his right arm, and he fell hard on the table next to the wall.He didn't control his voice, knowing it would please Voldemort and save him some physical pain.He has learned not to be aggressive in some unnecessary places.

Voldemort's eyes were like a pair of bright lights in the middle of the night, and his pale snake face was distorted with anger. He looked at the screaming boy and he still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger, so he added another Cruciatus Curse.Hearing his shrill cries of pain, Voldemort coldly pressed his kicking legs, and after he gradually calmed down, he said loudly: "Your resistance is meaningless, Potter, do you think you What else can you do, you have long been cast aside by your friends, no one will believe you anymore! Take a look at yourself, take a good look at yourself..."

He turned his head to face the glass window, and the virtual image of the two of them was reflected on the glass: "Look at you now, what qualifications do you have to attack me? You have become like me, I think Are you happy...the savior you hoped for?"

"Shut up..." This was the last thing he wanted to hear, although he knew he would tell him.

"Oh, Potter, you have nowhere to go but to cling to me... No one in this world will forgive a betrayed savior. It is precisely because he was so bright and upright that the fall seems so unforgivable... There is no one else who can accommodate you except me, it will be good for you to realize this earlier..."

"Heh, even if I die, I won't be able to join forces with you..." He countered feebly, followed by the expected Cruciatus Curse.

"You're just using your tongue, Potter. There's no room for you anymore." The man finally said so cruelly, he added an Imperius Curse to him, and walked away.

Harry panted heavily, his body numb from the pain slowly slid to the floor, flipping over a chair.

He knew he was right.

Isn't he saying that sentence to himself... He should be the one who was stillborn in the first place.

There seems to be no end to such a depressing life.The atmosphere in the Ministry of Magic is getting more and more oppressive. Everyone is immersed in their work, walking like flying, and dare not say a word.They are afraid of being listened to by those who care, distort the meaning of the sentence and report to their superiors, and end up in prison.

They have seen too many such things in the past few months. There are very few people who are really willing to shed their blood for freedom, and most of them are villains who want to step on other people's corpses to climb up—— — They can’t even be called villains. They didn’t have malicious intentions in the first place, but this dangerous environment can test human nature too much. Some people sublimate in suffering, while others become accomplices.

Harry stood in the line to leave the Ministry from the compartment, ahead of him were Thicknesses and Director of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Fleur.He looked up at the dome over the piled heads, body and soul trapped in this misery, a sticky plight like mud.

"What's going on?" The team remained silent for a long time, and the crowd began to commotion.There was a lot of discussion, and Harry's attention turned back to Thicknesse, who was speaking anxiously and loudly in the cubicle, and Harry could hear him contacting Kendy, Director of the Department of Magical Incidents and Disasters.

"What's going on?" He cleared his throat and asked Fular.

"There is a problem with the teleportation mechanism in the compartment, and people can't get out... Now we can only wait for Kendy to come." Flarr said simply, she didn't want to look at Harry, as if he would look at him. Dead basilisk.

However, the wait was obviously much longer than expected.When they waited in place for three hours, and all the gossip became dull, the staff members who had run out of patience finally couldn't take it anymore.Everyone complained and cursed one after another, venting their accumulated negative emotions while the upper-level staff had no time to pay attention.

Soon some people left the team and tried to get out in other ways, and some people forced their way to the front to find out what was going on. The originally neat team became a mess, and everyone flocked to the door, trying to squeeze into the narrow compartment door .

"Get out, get out!" Minister Thinknes, who was still in the cubicle, roared, furious, "Who told you to come up?"

Some people retreated timidly, while others boldly pushed forward. Someone suddenly shouted "For Freedom", "For Peace", and some slogans that would never be heard in the Ministry of Magic—"Still We are just!" "Executioners take their lives!"

Those members who can only be oppressed to do things with their heads down seem to be infected by this fanatical passion.In this particular case, in the Great Hall, they began a demonstration around the Magic is Power Monument, the Magic Brothers Fountain, and the Floo Fireplace, holding aloft their lit wands.Thinknes and Fular wanted to stop all this, but were subdued by a few astute wizards.There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and the people who usually suffer alone gained a moment of happiness.