HP's profit-seeking

July.

The sea breeze blew Danica's red hair wantonly, and she pushed her hair behind her ears. A silver-white nighthawk hovered around her. Countless dementors were staring at her, but none of them dared to attack her. forward.She walked leisurely as if walking in her own garden, walking slowly from prison to prison, the roar of prisoners lingering in her ears.

"Lucius, my old friend, you really don't look good." Danica stood outside a cell and said with some air.

The man in the cell raised his head slowly, a few fine lines appeared on the once delicate and noble face, his eyes were sunken, and the platinum blonde hair lost its original brilliance.He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be cynical here, Wilson. You must be here for a reason?"

"The Dark Lord wants me to pick you up. Dumbledore is dead. The Phoenix community has no leader. The Ministry of Magic has placed a lot of our people. The situation is very good." Danica said coldly, "We need manpower, so I will come gone."

Before Lucius grinned, Danica continued, "Do you think it's okay now?"

"What?" Lucius asked.

"Platinum nobles fell so low that they were imprisoned in Azkaban, little Malfoy was absorbed into the ranks of Death Eaters, and the formerly luxurious Malfoy Manor has now become the base camp of Death Eaters." Danica said with a half-smile, "We The Dark Lord he serves is rising step by step, but you, along with the entire Malfoy family, are beginning to go downhill."

Every time she said something, Lucius' face turned gray, and he sat down on the ground in a somewhat dejected manner, holding his head tightly with his hands, "What can I do... This is the Dark Lord's request... I'm sorry My little dragon... I'm sorry Sissy..."

Danica knelt down, and the silvery nighthawk landed on her shoulders, and she said in a voice that was no different from Voldemort's, "Come and help me, Lucius, when the Dark Lord gains power we will all There will be good times, and we have to stop him."

Lucius Malfoy raised his head in shock, his lips twitched, "You! But obviously you are very favored...you actually have such thoughts—"

"But I had a better life before he showed up." Danica interrupted him impatiently, "Are you going to help me? You don't want Draco to live under him in fear, do you?"

Lucius frowned tightly, struggling and planning in his heart, and was silent for a while before saying, "Okay."

……

One night in late July, Danica appeared out of nowhere, unseen by anyone but the black cat in the narrow alley.She strode down the alley, with wild thorns on the left and neatly trimmed hedges on the right.The long cloak flapped against her ankles, and the expression on her face was somewhat obscure under the night light.

She turned right onto a wide driveway.The tall hedge also turned a corner and extended to the distance, and two magnificent wrought iron gates blocked her.She didn't stop, and with a wave of her wand, she went straight through it, as if the black wrought iron were nothing but smoke.

Danica walked into the luxurious and decent mansion along the straight driveway. She walked towards the foyer, and just as she reached the gate, no one opened the door, but the door opened automatically.

"Yo, look who's here? Our competent Permanent Deputy Secretary to the Minister of Magic is here." Bellacritus said slyly when he saw her.

Danica ignored her and went and sat down at a long, ornate table in the center of the hall.The lights in the huge foyer were a bit dim, a raging fire was burning in the gorgeous marble fireplace, and above the fireplace was a gold-plated mirror, reflecting the dignity of a nobleman everywhere.

Bellacritus received no response and snorted coldly.Everyone else in the hall was silent, sitting at the long table.Danica looked around, and was attracted by the strange sight above: a human body that seemed to be unconscious was hanging head down above the table, as if suspended by an invisible rope, spinning slowly, and the figure reflected On an empty, polished tabletop.Those present here seemed to be quite familiar with it, and none of them took a look at her.There was only one young man sitting almost directly below her, who glanced up now and then with a pale face.

"Yaxley, Snape," said the man at the head of the table, "you were almost late."

The man hidden in the darkness leaned forward, his appearance was fully revealed, hairless, like a snake, with two thin nostrils, a pair of shining red eyes with vertical pupils, his The skin is unusually pale. "Severus, come sit to my right. Yaxley - sit next to Dolohov."

The two who came last hurriedly took their seats, and sat down in the place designated by Voldemort.

"How?" Voldemort looked at Snape.

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix intends to remove Harry Potter from his current safe house next Saturday evening."

Some of the Death Eaters at the table were obviously interested and straightened up excitedly, and some of them seemed unable to sit still.

"Saturday...evening," repeated Voldemort.The bright red eyes fixed on Snape, sharply.The people next to him hurriedly looked away, but Snape looked calmly at Voldemort's face.After a while, Voldemort grinned strangely, "Okay, very good. This information comes from—"

"From the source we talked about," Snape said quietly.

Danica couldn't help but glanced at Snape with hatred. This greasy and cunning person turned his back again and again, and he was the one who killed Dumbledore.Snape seemed to have noticed something, and looked towards her, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to be calm.

"Owner."

Yaxley leaned forward to look at Voldemort, and said eagerly, "Master, I heard different information." He paused, but before Voldemort could speak, he could only continue on his own, "Dawlish, That's the Auror, and according to him, Potter won't move until the 30th, the night before he turns seventeen."

Snape smiled slightly, "The person who gave me the information told me that they had spread some false information, and that must be it."

"I assure you, my lord, Dawlish looks sure," said Yaxley.

"Yaxley, the Auror Office will no longer play any role in covering Harry Potter," Snape said. "The Order believes our men have broken into the Ministry of Magic."

"So the Order of the Phoenix finally got one thing right, huh?" A pudgy man sitting not far from Yaxley laughed wheezingly.

Voldemort didn't smile, he was lost in thought while looking at the spinning human body above his head, and waved his hand to stop Yaxley from continuing to defend himself.

"Where did they hide the boy next?"

"Hiding in the home of some member of the Order," said Snape. "Intel says that place has been protected with all the protection the Order and the Ministry can provide. I think that once he gets there, he will There is little chance of catching him. Of course, unless the Ministry of Magic falls before next Saturday, my lord, then we may have a chance."

"How is it, Danica?" Voldemort suddenly turned his head to look at her, the flames flickering strangely in his red eyes, "Will the Ministry of Magic fall by next Saturday?"

Almost all eyes were on her, and Danica looked at Voldemort calmly, "I'm sorry, Master, I think it will take a while—"

Yaxley interrupted her excitedly. "Master, I have good news in this regard. I—overcoming all difficulties, after all kinds of efforts—succeeded in casting the Imperius Curse on Piers Thicknesses."

Danica couldn't help looking at him in surprise, so the current head of the Department of Legal Enforcement is already a puppet?

"This is astonishing," said Voldemort, "but Thicknesse is only one man. Scrimgeour must be surrounded by our men before we act. If the attempt to assassinate the Minister fails, our efforts will be wasted."

"Yes, master." Alexis replied respectfully.

"Anyway, there's no way the Ministry will fall before next Saturday. Since we can't catch the boy after he's at his destination, we'll have to do it while he's on his way."

"We have an advantage here, my lord," said Yaxley, who seemed eager for some credit. "We've installed a few people in the Department of Magical Transport. If Potter Apparates or uses the Floo Network, we'll You'll know right away."

"He wouldn't do that," Snape said. "The Order of the Phoenix shuns any form of transportation controlled and regulated by the Ministry."

"It's better this way, he can only move in the open air, and it's much easier to catch him." Voldemort said happily.

Danica clenched her fists quietly, feeling a little heavy.

Voldemort raised his head to look at the slowly spinning body, and continued, "I will deal with that boy myself. The one who kills Harry Potter must be me, and only me."

He looked at the nervous faces of his followers, "I understand some things now. For example, I need to borrow a wand from one of you before I can kill Potter."

The faces of the people around were full of astonishment, as if they heard what he just said not to borrow a wand, but to lend them an arm.

"No one volunteered?" Voldemort dragged his robes and walked past Death Eaters one after another, seeing some of them flinch, he stopped behind Danica whose face was always calm to a little indifferent, bent slightly, stroked A strand of red hair fell behind her ear, and she leaned into her ear and said, "Give me your wand, my little girl."

Danica froze for a moment, reached inside her robes, drew a wand, and handed it to Voldemort.He brought his wand up to his eyes and studied it carefully.

"What is it made of?"

"Yumu, master." She cast her eyes back.

"Where's the core?"

"Ye Qi's tail feathers."

Voldemort caressed the thorns carved on the wand, and thought in a daze that her wand really looked like her... Out of his eyes, he saw Danica's expression of reluctance for a moment, and he paused, " What's the matter? Are you reluctant?"

Danica hesitated and said, "...No, Master..."

Before she finished speaking, Voldemort had put the wand back in her hand, "It's excellent, but not strong enough. Lucius, I don't think you have any reason to hold a wand anymore."

Danica breathed a sigh of relief when she took back her wand. The turn of events surprised many Death Eaters. Bellacritus, who had been paying attention to Voldemort, secretly gritted her teeth and was about to go crazy with jealousy.On the contrary, Dolohov, who was sitting across from Danica, had a pensive expression. He always felt that he had seen that wand before.

It wasn't until Lucius and Voldemort had everyone's attention drawn away that he remembered that this wand he'd seen in the Weasley joke shop had been used by a strange woman to fight him back.Dolokhov suddenly seemed to understand something, and opened his mouth to say something, but Danica discovered it first, and she quietly cast the Imperius Curse on him quickly.

Yaxley, who was sitting next to him, was a little surprised to see that he wanted to shout something excitedly, but then sat back calmly, "What's the matter with you, Dolokhov?"

"No." He shook his head, looking at Voldemort.

Lucius had given Voldemort his wand, but he also showed a hint of reluctance, which made Voldemort a little angry.

"Why are the Malfoys so unhappy about their situation? Haven't they been saying for so many years that they want me to come back, that they want me to make a comeback?"

"Of course, Master." Lucius' face was still a little bad, and he wiped the sweat from his lips with trembling hands. "We are indeed like this—and we are now."

His wife, Narcissa, who sat to his left, nodded stiffly, looking away from Voldemort and the snake crawling over him.

"Master," cried a dark-haired woman sitting in the middle of the table excitedly, "it is an honor to have you in our house. Nothing could be more gratifying."

"There is nothing more pleasing than this." Voldemort imitated her tone, tilting his head slightly to one side, and looked at her. "These words come from your mouth, which means a lot, Bellacritus."

Bella Clit's face flushed with excitement, and tears of joy filled her eyes, "Master knows that what I'm saying is the truth!"

"There's nothing more pleasing... how about what I heard about what happened to your family this week?" he said, stroking Nagini's head absently.

The smile on Bella's face froze, her lips parted slightly, a little confused, "I don't understand what you mean, master."

"I heard that your niece just married the werewolf Remus Lupine, you must be very proud?" Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood, and looked at the pale young man, "Draco, Are you going to take care of those little wolf cubs?"

There was a burst of ridicule around the table, and some of them hammered the table excitedly, which made the big snake angry. It opened its mouth angrily and made a hissing sound, but it was drowned in the sneering sound.Bellacritus' face was blushing and white at this time, and her originally delicate facial features became a little distorted by anger.Draco looked at his father in a panic, and his father shook his head inadvertently at him, then looked down at his knees, but firmly grasped the hand of his wife next to him.

Danica pulled out a stiff smile, she really didn't think it was so funny, "I think they will have their own bitter fruit to eat." She glanced at the big snake on the table, "Master, Najib Ni is angry."

"Enough." Voldemort glanced at her and stroked the angry snake.

The laughter died down immediately.

"Many of our oldest families have become a little sick for a long time," he said calmly. "It is time for us to prune and keep it healthy. A wizard of pure blood..."

Voldemort raised Lucius' wand, pointed it at the slightly rotating figure above the table, and waved it lightly.The man woke up with a groan and began to struggle desperately.

"Anyone recognize our guest, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

Snape looked up at the woman above him, who said in a hoarse and terrified voice, "Severus, help me!"

His gaze was as calm as a wave of stagnant water, "Yes, I recognized it."

The man turned around slowly. "And you? Danica."

Danica was holding her wand tightly in her hand under the table, and a part of the wand was slightly protruding from her long sleeve. She was concentrating on controlling Dolohov's body.Hearing Voldemort calling her, she suddenly raised her head to look at the captured woman, and took a few glances, her panic made the man's facial features a little hideous.

"I recognized it." Danica lowered her head, "Professor Bubbaji, the Muggle professor at Hogwarts."

"You took her lessons?" Voldemort asked.

"No, master."

Voldemort laughed, "I knew it, you don't like this kind of boring class."

Danica nodded slightly and said nothing more.She has never taken Muggle studies, but it is not because of this, but because she has lived in Muggle society for more than ten years, and she knows them better than anyone else.

"Bubbaji taught wizards' children all kinds of knowledge about Muggles... There is no difference between Muggles and us..." The smile on Voldemort's face changed, becoming condescending and mocking.

The Death Eaters roared with laughter, and one of them spat at her.Caredy Bubbaji turned back to Snape, the only one she knew in the room.

"Severus, help me, we are colleagues..."

"Quiet." Voldemort waved Lucius' wand lightly, and she seemed to be gagged, and could no longer make a sound.

He said unhurriedly, "Professor Bubbaji is not content with corrupting and enlightening the minds of wizard children. Last week, he published an article in the Daily Prophet in which he impassionedly defended the Mudbloods. She also said , the decline of pure-blood wizards is a welcome phenomenon...she wishes we could all marry Muggles...and, no doubt, werewolves..."

Speaking later, Voldemort's voice became a little angry and contemptuous.No one laughed this time, and Bubbaji turned to Snape for the third time, tears running down her face and into her hair.He still looked at her indifferently, and slowly, she turned around again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light illuminated the whole house, and with a bang, Bubbaji fell on the table.Several Death Eaters shrank back into their chairs, and Draco slid out of the chair.Danica shook her hand, Dolokhov's eyes gradually became clear, and he looked at the corpse in front of him suspiciously.She cursed secretly, and cast another Imperius Curse to control him.

"Dinner, Nagini," said Voldemort softly.The big snake dangled away from his shoulder, and slowly crawled towards the smooth wooden tabletop.

After the meeting, the Death Eaters dispersed.Dolohov greeted Yaxley and headed for the bathroom.After he entered the men's room, a slender hand gently closed the door.

"Okay, it's time for us to settle accounts." Danica said softly, "Dolohov, you seem to have some memories that you shouldn't remember."

She stopped the Imperius Curse on him, and chanted the spell the second before he regained his senses, "Forget everything."

……

Lucius Malfoy watched Danica walk out of the men's room, looked up at the sign on the door again in surprise, and said with forced composure, "Well...Miss Wilson...you're really special... ..."

Danica was a little speechless, "Put away your boring thoughts, Malfoy, are everyone gone?" She walked to the hidden place, "How about the things I asked you to arrange?"

"Basically they're all gone," he said in a low voice. "It's all arranged. St. Mungory has connections with the Malfoy family, but you told me—"

"I have my own plan," Danica interrupted him, reached out and pulled out a few hairs, and stuffed them into a slender test tube bottle, "Take it, I don't think I need to prepare it for you, right?"

"Of course." Lucius took the test tube, his eyes flustered, "I don't know if it's good to be on your pirate ship... After all, you are so young, only a few years older than my son... I also I'm really confused, if he finds out, I'm finished..."

Danica patted him on the shoulder, reassuring, "Trust me, we will succeed, for the future."

Lucius sighed, his tone somewhat compromised, "For the future."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Dolokhov slowly opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled as to how he fell asleep while sitting on the floor of the toilet.I hope no one will find out, this is too unlike the behavior of a pure-blooded nobleman, so thinking of this, he left in a hurry.

……

There are still a few days before the end of July, and the weather has become very dry and hot.Danica's figure suddenly appeared in the house at No. 47 Crescent Street. She released the door key, which was a pearl pendant on a necklace.Annoyed, she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and tucked the pearl necklace into her clothes.Then she said in surprise, "Fred, are you going out? It's time for dinner soon."

Fred, who was packing up his things, packed the broomstick casually in a panic, "Uh...I made an appointment with—I made an appointment with George, and we managed to make an appointment with Wood. He returned to England today, and we guys gathered together. Gathering—playing Quidditch, Quidditch..."

"Okay, you go, I remember he hasn't been back to England for a long time, is he playing Quidditch in the United States? He is awesome... The United States is a good place, there are not so many troubles..." Danica said a little Wearily said, "I'll make something to eat later, and then sleep for a while, I'm so tired..."

Fred embraced her with open arms, and kissed her cheek left and right, "I wish you a sweet dream, my dear."

Danica smiled. "Have fun, but don't drink too much and don't hang out too late."

He nodded with a smile, and walked into the fireplace with his things.

After Fred left, Danica collapsed on the sofa. She waved her wand. There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, ingredients flew into the pot by themselves, and a flame rose from the gas stove. , the spatula is working hard.

Resting with her eyes closed, Danica was exhausted after a day of outwitting Yaxley and stealthily helping the Minister out of trouble.Not long after, before she could smell the rice, she felt a familiar pain in her left arm.

She opened her eyes suddenly, rolled up her sleeves and looked at the Dark Mark. The black skull tattoo was as black as ink, wriggling on her arm.

Danica frowned, pressed the Dark Mark with her right hand, and Apparated to the side of the Dark Lord.

"What's going on, Rookwood?" She grabbed a Death Eater beside her, "Why did you call us over all of a sudden? Isn't the plan to attack Harry scheduled for the last day of July?"

The tall man with a pockmarked face and a bored expression pointed at Voldemort, "Listen to the master's arrangement, no matter what his plan is, anyway, as long as there is an order, we just need to act."

At this moment, Voldemort saw that people were almost coming, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "I got a piece of information that the Order of the Phoenix will transfer Harry Potter tonight, so it's time for us to act, friends."

Danica's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked instantly.

The author has something to say:

1. I am too guilty... other authors update twice a day, but I update twice a week... I am so sorry for the friends who follow this article... I will work hard to write...

2. The plot of this chapter is in the original book, I think it is necessary to show it, it is the plan of the Death Eaters, Danica made some tricks and plans secretly, secretly messing with things...