The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The boy who survived the catastrophe slowly woke up, his pale cheeks were filled with blood again, like the blush after stopping the intense exercise, and the gloomy temperament lingering on his body completely dissipated. It was obviously just a lot of small changes, but he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Hmm..."

Harry's expression was still a little confused. When he came to his senses, he found that he was leaning back slightly, and Hagrid's palm as big as a palm fan gently rested on his back, supporting him with warm warmth.

Loren was holding a slender wand, standing on the right, with Hermione frowning slightly beside him, and Ginny and Ron on the left, holding his arm and holding his sleeve, with worried eyes.

Seeing Harry's scattered eyes gather again and his vision refocus, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Loren stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Do you remember who you are?"

At this time, Harry's brain was restarting, and Voldemort's soul fragments wrapped in heavy memories caused him an unprecedented impact. Seeing the inscription on the Mirror of Erised, it seemed to touch some nerves, and the vague memories emerged bit by bit.

Harry was stunned for a moment, staring at the figure in the mirror: "I seem to...see Voldemort's memory."

Ginny clenched her hands tighter, her eyes concerned.

"Are there any clues about living Horcruxes?" Hermione tilted her head to look at the mirror. At this moment, in the eyes of the bystanders, the scene in the mirror was no different from the outside.

"Not now." Harry shook his head, the blood vessels near the scar on his forehead swelled and twitched, itchy and hot, "I want to try again."

Loren quietly looked at the scar on his forehead, the magic reaction there was weak and active, like a moth that fixed its body, flapping its wings and making a fluttering sound: "Are you sure?"

"No, I will definitely not get lost again this time."

Harry slowly stood still, took out the wand again, and looked at himself in the Mirror of Erised. As his mind changed, the face with green eyes, black hair and glasses gradually turned into a sinister man with a snake face and no nose. Looking at the pair of vertical pupils, he silently said in his heart:

"Legislatives."

The mirror began to ripple, like circles of ripples on the surface of a lake, the reflection of the secret room swayed and disappeared, and those figures gradually disappeared. The Mirror of Erised presented a mirror image that had never been seen before.

The night was deep, and the world gradually became quiet.

In the courtyard of a single-family house in Brooklyn, New York, a figure lies on a recliner, his eyes half-open and half-closed, only a slit is left to look at the night sky, it is hard to tell whether he is resting or thinking.

Three people are sitting on the sofa in the room behind the courtyard, namely Lucius Malfoy, August Rookwood, and Rodolphus Lestrange, the core figure of this group of Death Eaters.

The whole house is quiet and depressing...

Loren thought for a while, stretched out his wand and tapped the mirror lightly, and a subtle sound came from the mirror. It is not a profound magic. The Mirror of Erised originally presents Harry's perception. Harry can hear the sound in his mind, and he just makes this connection more stable.

In the mirror, occasionally Death Eaters knock on the door to report things, but they all lower their voices and the content is concise, not daring to disturb Voldemort who is recovering from his injuries.

On the night of Easter, the traitor Snape colluded with Dumbledore and framed the Dark Lord. The injury was more serious than expected. The flames burned the flesh and left a curse. The healing spell did not work, and the potion was weak. The Dark Lord could only remove the stubborn magic attached to the wound bit by bit. Since then, the Death Eaters began to hide and escape, waiting for the Dark Lord to heal the injury.

Witnessing that the Dark Lord could be defeated head-on and suffer incurable injuries, some Death Eaters had thoughts that they should not have. When passing through Albania, they were caught by the Dark Lord and fed to snakes. Living people were entangled and eaten by countless poisonous snakes in front of them, devouring their flesh and sucking their blood and brain marrow. The shrill screams shocked all doubts until now.

Now the people who stayed in this house were all devout and loyal Death Eaters, or rather, smart and sensible Death Eaters. Lucius glanced at the two people beside him and whispered, "We sneaked into this country using Muggle means, and will not be noticed by the American Magical Congress. However, Dumbledore has arrived at Ilvermorny, and he must have obtained clues from other channels. There is no sign of exposure yet, but we can't wait for them to come to the door. The master's injuries have not healed yet, and we must think of a way."

"Method?" Rodolphus had a blank expression, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"No for the time being, but we must be prepared, at least we should discuss it together." Lucius looked calm, as if he was just asking casually, "Speaking of this, where is Bellatrix? I haven't seen her for a long time."

Rookwood's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at him calmly, and continued to remain silent.

"She has another mission, keep it secret for now."

"..."

"Harry, do you know where they are?" Ron asked in a low voice. He subconsciously held his breath and lowered his voice, knowing that the people in the mirror were at least thousands of miles apart and he couldn't hear them talking.

Harry also lowered his voice and answered, "I don't know."

Loren and others were not surprised.

This was a spying through Voldemort's perception. Just now, he found the passage with the help of those things, so he used them to spy on some past memories. Now Harry didn't dare to go deep into Voldemort's memory. For a legendary dark wizard who is proficient in Legilimency and Occlumency, this was just a petty and sneaky spying. If the discovery rashly touched the memory, it would be like a robber breaking into the door.

There has been some harvest so far. At least we know that Bellatrix is ​​carrying out a secret mission.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked carefully at the room reflected in the mirror, searching for all the signs with text and the shape of the building at the end of the courtyard.

"Where are the Horcruxes, the living Horcruxes?" Ron continued to ask.

Harry shook his head, his expression somewhat helpless.

Loren gently poked his arm, influenced by the two people, and his voice was very light: "You don't need to spy on Voldemort's memory to find the Horcruxes. The other Horcruxes have been destroyed. You just need to connect the remaining soul fragment..."

Loren pointed to the scar on his forehead and then to the Mirror of Erised in front of him.

Harry showed a dazed expression, waved away the scene in the magic mirror, stared straight at his own eyes that reappeared, tried to search his brain, and activated Legilimency at the same time.

The reflection in the mirror rippled again, turning into a hazy and dim silver mist that kept shaking, and the mirror image changed again.

The people in front of the mirror waited for a long time, but this time there was no new scene on the mirror. It was pitch black, even darker than the secret room they were in. There was no outline or color of any object, just pure darkness.

"Is there something wrong with the mirror?" Ron turned to look at Harry, "Or is there something wrong with your Legilimency?"

"I think it worked." Harry blinked.

Just as the few people looked at each other, a voice suddenly came from the dark mirror. It seemed to be blocked by a thick wall, and it was slightly distorted, but the sound was still audible. Two of the voices were very familiar -

It was Principal Dumbledore and Professor Snape.