The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 239 The Situation on Both Sides

"How? Have you figured out why Wes went to Voldemort?" Harry was very anxious when he saw Hermione's first words, even though they were now in the noisy St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries .

"No, they don't know either." Hermione shook her head and responded, "They were picked up by Professor Dumbledore directly after the riot last year. According to Professor Dumbledore's words: 'the air is fresh there , little Eriksson can thrive better. 'Harry, let's not talk about Wes today, shall we? I'm here to see Mr. Weasley.'

"Okay... But are you sure you have nothing else to say to me?" Harry led Hermione up the stairs, and when he was approaching the floor where Mr. Weasley was, Harry suddenly turned his head to look Looking into Hermione's eyes.

"Huh? No." Hermione was obviously taken aback, but she still answered quickly, and at the same time passed Harry and opened the staircase door: "Is this the floor?"

"...Well, yes." Harry looked at the obviously haggard Hermione and nodded, suppressing the doubts in his heart: "The last room on the corner, everyone is here."

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"Mr. Weasley, I'm really sorry, I didn't come to see you until today." Hermione apologized hastily after greeting everyone: "Although you are seriously ill, I have a few questions to ask you, you see ...?"

"Haha, no, I'm fine now, at least I saved my life, what do you want to know?" Mr. Weasley shook his bandaged left hand casually, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Hermione couldn't help frowning as she looked at the group of Weasleys on the side, but after taking a deep breath, she asked very firmly, "I heard that when the attack happened..." She paused obviously after saying this, and then accompanied Taking a deep breath, she slowly spit out the second half of the sentence: "...Is it true that Wes is there?"

"What did you say?" Ron stood up immediately when he heard this, his surprised eyes quickly swept across Harry and his father.

"Hermione!?" Harry's voice was full of surprise and doubt. He didn't understand why Hermione would ask this question on this occasion. Looking at Ron's reaction, he was sure that if Wes was there, Ron would En will definitely rush over regardless.

"...Yes." Mr. Weasley nodded in response to Hermione after a moment of silence.

"He attacked you too?" Hermione continued to ask, ignoring the rowdy Ron and the loudly tugging twins behind her.

"No." This time Mr. Weasley's voice didn't hesitate at all, and then he said to Ron who was still yelling and the twins who were holding him tightly behind him: "Drag him out! Quiet needs to be kept in the ward! This is St. Mungo's not our home!"

"...Then do you know that there will be danger that night?" Hermione watched the twins carry Ron out, and looked back at Mr. Weasley, who had no scars on his head, and asked in a very soft voice.

"Ginny, can you go to see your mother? I feel a little itchy on my back, maybe the bandage needs to be changed, and, Harry, can you accompany Ginny? I'm afraid she's in danger here..." Wei After Mr. Sly finished speaking, he watched the two leave with a smile. When he and the girl were the only ones in the room, he slowly turned his head and stared at the girl's tired eyes quietly. After a while, he shook his head slowly. Slowly said: "No, I don't know..."

The moment Hermione heard this answer, her face became extremely pale, her breathing became very fast and heavy, and her hands involuntarily held her cloak into very obvious folds.

"...Even if I know, I can't tell you." The second half of Mr. Weasley's sentence was like a good medicine, which completely relieved Hermione's bewildered expression.

"I can only tell you one thing, listen clearly! Hermione Jane Granger, you just need to protect yourself." Mr. Weasley struggled to straighten up, blood seeping through his white bandage He came out, but he waved his hands and got rid of Hermione's support regardless, put his hands on Hermione's shoulders, stared at Hermione's panicked eyes, and said in a very serious tone: "You can't investigate this matter anymore. thing! It puts you and... us in danger!"

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, I won't ask you what happened when you were injured. Can you lie down? The blood has already seeped into the bandage!" Hermione nodded eagerly and said eagerly.

"No! You know! I'm not talking about my injury! I think you understand!" Mr. Weasley still stared at Hermione with serious eyes, terrified by the blood dripping from the bandage Looking at the girl in front of her, she nodded quickly, and quickly helped Mr. Weasley to lie down, while she rushed out of the room to look for the therapist.

...Malfoy Manor...

"Harry Potter? Dreaming? Dreaming of Nagini? Attacking Weasley?" Weiss looked at Voldemort opposite him with a confused expression after reading the small parchment in his hand.

"..." Voldemort's face was gloomy, and the magic power fluctuations around him were extremely violent.

"The reason why Nagini and I failed was because of a dream?!" Weiss growled loudly, gnashing his teeth with wide eyes.

"Kabrev, keep calm!" Voldemort's gloomy voice sounded, his chest was heaving violently, and it was obvious that he was extremely restless.

"Calm down?! You told me to calm down? Nagini and I were so close to bringing it back!" Weiss's chest heaved violently, panting heavily, and smashed the teacup beside him hard. As if he was still angry, he rushed forward and stepped on the crumbs of the teacup. After venting for a while, he rushed back to where he was originally sitting, picked up the sword at the side, and rushed towards the door without hesitation. go.

"What are you going to do?" Voldemort waved his wand, and the door slammed shut, tightly locked.

"I'm going to kill him! Harry Potter! What a perfect plan I have!" Weiss roared and tugged at the doorknob: "Unlock the magic for me! I'm going now!"

"That's me—Voldemort's prey!" Voldemort's cold voice sounded behind him, and at the same time there was the violent fluctuation of magic power.

"..." The corner of Weiss's mouth instantly picked out a slight arc, but then he restrained himself. He turned his head but still stared at Voldemort with a pair of angry eyes. Out of the clothes, he said every word: "I! Go! Help! You! Solve! Finish! He!"

"Voldemort's prey! From! No! Fake! Hand! From! Human!" Voldemort pulled out his wand, stood up abruptly, and the tip of the hanging wand was flickering.

"...you are the boss, you have the final say!" Weiss stared at Voldemort angrily for a while, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before waved his hands dejectedly, walked back to his seat and sat down, drew out his wand The teacup he smashed was restored to its original state.

Voldemort also stared at Wes's movements for a long time before restraining his own magic fluctuations, and looked at Wes on the sofa with a funny look: "Little devil, you are always too conceited about your so-called 'plan'! This time Yes, last time too."

"...If you came as planned last time, you should have caught or even killed Harry Potter by now. If you came as planned this time, you've been playing with the prophecy ball for quite a while now." Weiss was still out of breath. He squinted at Voldemort: "You are the one who benefits in the end, but why don't you seem angry at all?"

"No, no, no." Voldemort shook his head: "I'm immortal, I have plenty of time to play with them slowly."

"Okay, lord the undead Dark Lord, shouldn't you practice Occlumency, so that all my future plans will not be accidentally 'heard' by him?" Weiss sat on the sofa and looked up. Looking at the ceiling, he muttered: "Also, does the Killing Curse still have the use of communicating the thoughts of two people?"

"...Let's try?" Voldemort flicked his wand, but his eyes were fixed on Wes.

"Me?" Weiss looked down at Voldemort's eyes and shook his head repeatedly: "I don't want to communicate with a bald uncle who is at least 70 years old."

"Aren't you really afraid of death?" Voldemort squinted at Wes, and the movement of his hands stopped.

"Can't you be 'resurrected'?" Weiss squinted at Voldemort, then shook his head, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa chair and murmured: "Even if you really die, it's just to see Ni Miss Flamel and Aunt Mary."

"Oh, stupid human feelings..." Voldemort snorted disdainfully, put away his wand, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Oh, wait..." Weiss suddenly yelled loudly, even Voldemort, who had closed his eyes, was startled, but Weiss sat cross-legged on the sofa regardless, with one hand resting on his chin, and the other hand was erratic. He tapped the scabbard on his thigh.

"Kablev, what do you want to say?" After waiting for a while, Wes didn't continue to speak, Voldemort said impatiently.

"Don't be noisy, your voice is disturbing me!" Weiss frowned and waved his hands, before Voldemort could attack, he said, "Oh, sorry, I forgot, this is your room, I have to go back and think about it slowly." ..."

"Kablev, now, speak!" Voldemort glared at Wes, gnashing his teeth.

"I'm thinking about whether I can use Harry Potter's 'talent' of seeing things around you to lure him to run out of Hogwarts on his own initiative..." Weiss frowned impatiently and waved his hands, then Standing up, frowning and shaking his arms in the direction that wasn't Voldemort: "I'll go back to the room and think about it slowly, and I'll tell you when I figure it out! Undo the spell, I'm going out."

Voldemort pulled out his wand and waved it lightly, the door opened automatically, but Weiss still lowered his head in thought, and slowly moved out of the room, the gorgeous sword in his hand felt like a guide stick.

…St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries…

"Hermione, what the hell do you know!" A group of people surrounded Hermione, and Ron frowned and yelled at her in a low voice.

"No, I don't know anything." Hermione shook her head dejectedly, "I originally wanted to ask your father to find out what Wes did at the Ministry of Magic. This is his second visit to the Ministry of Magic. But Mr Weasley was determined not to let me know."

"Harry! Did you know that Wes attacked my father?" Ron pointed at Harry again.

"Weese didn't attack Mr. Weasley at the time, so I didn't say...Ginny can testify! She just heard Mr. Weasley say it with her own ears!" Harry said, shaking his head quickly.

"Yes, Dad said it!" Ginny nodded, reached out to take Hermione, and pulled her out of the encirclement, away from the boys: "Hermione, you don't have to pay attention to Ron's words!"

"So" "After Christmas" "Our DA activities" "Continue?" The twins had been holding Ron tightly to keep him from moving around, and they said at this time.

"Of course! It's rare to find a safe place!" Harry nodded quickly, and then pointed to the stretch bag on Hermione's waist: "And there's also the Marauder's Map and my invisibility cloak. It's very safe now!"

"Actually, you don't need to go to training," Ginny, who was not far away, lowered her voice and said in Hermione's ear, "I heard my parents chatting, saying that Wes went to attack Fudge that time because of his 'friend' Who do you think he is for?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione patted Ginny's hand holding her arm angrily, her face flushed slightly, and she argued in a low voice, "Maybe it's because of Qiu Zhang-senpai!"

"Really?" Ginny raised her eyebrows and stared at Hermione: "She's..."

"Huh? Is that Neville? Is that his grandma?" Harry suddenly pointed to the familiar figure not far behind the two girls and asked in surprise.

...a few days later...

"Let Harry Potter really destroy your plans a few times!" Weiss' first words when he saw Voldemort made Lucius, who was reporting to him, change his face drastically.

"...Is three times enough?" Voldemort pondered for a while and nodded his head in response.

"Twice at most. Too many times will easily make the old man think it's a trap. You are not a fool." Weiss shook his head and denied: "And the time is tighter every time."

"So, where's the bait?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Wes.

"Me!" Weiss said with a pat on his chest.

"... Kabrev, you?" Voldemort looked suspiciously at the confident Wes.

"Yes! Except for me, I don't think he would run out of Hogwarts for others!" Weiss said, spreading his hands, and then shook his head: "Actually, there is another candidate, but you won't Agreed."

"Voldemort, is it?" Voldemort responded, rubbing his chin.

"Yes, beat you half to death, maybe even the old man can come here!" Weiss stretched out his five fingers and poked the knife in his abdomen: "The position near the ribs is inserted diagonally upwards, as long as you don't move , it will never hurt the internal organs, and it can be cured with just white fresh. If you don’t believe me, I can experiment for you right now!” Weiss drew out the sword as he spoke, and turned his head to look for the target. He found Lucius standing behind Voldemort.

"I remember that Sirius is his godfather, maybe we can..." Lucius broke out in cold sweat when he saw Weiss staring at him, and quickly hid behind Voldemort, stammering.

"No, how do you know if there will be a connection between Sirius and Harry Potter? At that time, no matter whether we use human body transformation or potions, as long as a simple connection will be broken." Wei Stuart shook his head and interrupted Lucius, then frowned and said to Voldemort, "Unless you are willing to sacrifice some newly recruited wizards, lure all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and let Sirius take care of himself."

"Have you figured out the location?" Voldemort interrupted Weiss with a wave of his hand, and asked directly: "And the greatest white wizard in our history, what are you going to do?"

"I've thought about the location. It's in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. Didn't he 'see through' my plan just now? Let him fall down wherever he succeeds!" Weiss rubbed his chin, the corners of his mouth raised A smile: "As for the old man, I haven't figured out what to do. If it doesn't work, it's up to Minister Fudge."

"Except for the white wizard, it's indeed a pretty good plan." Voldemort squinted at Wes: "Lucius, tell our Kabrev about your latest plan."

"Stop, you can figure out which specific plans you have, I don't want to know." Weiss reached out his hand to stop what Lucius was about to say, yawned a lot, waved his hands and said, "I don't want to work hard!" Think about it again, I haven't slept well in the past few days, I'm going to eat something to catch up on sleep."

"Go." Voldemort's slightly narrowed eyes opened a little, and a faint voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)