The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 250 The Wand and the Red Box

It has been three days since Weiss woke up again. As for why he knew it was three days, it was not because he asked someone, but calculated from the accumulated height of the plates beside him.

"Is there any more?" Weiss was looking at Narcissa with pitiful eyes.

"They're preparing. It should be ready soon, right?" Narcissa looked at the half-person-high dinner plates and twitched her eyes, then frowned and looked back at the waiter who also stared at Weiss with wide eyes.

"Sir, our chef is already preparing, and there will be another round of menus in at most 3 minutes." The waitress immediately put away her surprised expression, put on a professional smile and said softly to Weiss: "You might consider another bottle of red wine or freshly squeezed juice."

"Don't stare at her, I just eat faster. So I said come here to eat, if it's at your house, I feel that the food reserves must have been eaten up." Weiss smiled and nodded at the waiter, and said to the waiter again. Narcissa asked, "Get them all back?"

"Yes, on the way to the prison that night, the lord... the lord has already intercepted them all and brought them back." Narcissa gestured to the waiter halfway through speaking, and the waiter naturally bowed and backed out.

"That's good. According to the result, I kept the agreement and brought Lucius home." Weiss said with a smile, but kept his eyes on the door of the private room, looking forward to the arrival of the food.

"About this matter, Mr. Kabrev, thank you very much." Narcissa bowed slightly, then looked at Weiss' movements worriedly and added: "Actually, the master asked you to go to his place as soon as you wake up." .”

"It's okay, he's not in the manor now." Weiss waved his hand indifferently, and turned his head to look at Narcissa curiously: "Speaking of which, when I woke up, I found that many things in the manor were gone. What's the matter? Voldemort is angry?"

"No, those were confiscated. The next day, Arthur Weasley brought a group of Aurors to search them. They seemed to want to find the owner or something." Speaking of the collection of his manor being confiscated Narcissa's mouth was full of resentment, and her tone became vicious: "Sooner or later, they will vomit all their capital and profits back!"

"I didn't get 'confiscated'?" Weiss said in surprise, "Are you so lucky?"

"Master personally placed a magical defense around you." Narcissa looked at Weiss curiously, not quite understanding that Weiss' status in Voldemort's heart has risen a lot just because of a trip to the Ministry of Magic, as if in the past All of my suspicions and precautions disappeared at once, even the mouse that had been watching secretly disappeared.

"Fortunately, no one disturbed my sleep, I have a serious waking up." Weiss said half-jokingly, and then he raised the knife and fork again, and within a second, there was a knock on the door: " Ma'am, is it convenient to continue serving the dishes?"

"Send it in." Narcissa sat up straight and said loudly.

……

"Master and Lucius are currently in this manor, please." Weiss heard Narcissa's voice after following Narcissa's phantom, and her eyes were looking at a building that was one size smaller than Malfoy Manor. manor.

"There are all Death Eaters here?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and looked at the old castle surrounded by forests and covered with vines. The original paint on the outer walls had all peeled off, making it look particularly dilapidated: "This originally Whose? Oh, I see the Lestrange crest."

"Well, Lucius and the others are all seriously injured." Narcissa revealed a trace of worry in her eyes, and then glared fiercely at the corpse hanging on a standing tree.

"Junior Barty Crouch?" Weiss followed Narcissa's gaze, the head on the tattered corpse pecked at by crows was intact, through the face distorted by pain, vaguely You can see the appearance of Barty Crouch Jr.: "Is it hanging alive or is it dead?"

"Alive! I tore him with my own hands!" A male voice sounded from the manor, and then a burly man covered in bandages walked over quickly.

"Mr. Mummy, who are you? Stay away from me, I hate mummies." Weiss waved his hand to drive away the man who smelled of blood.

"Smelly brat! It seems that I still have to tear you apart!" Greyback roared angrily, and then he saw Narcissa who was frowning and took a few steps aside, snorted disdainfully, turned and walked towards the gate of the manor: "Little devil, I will go to work first, and I will tear you up when I come back!"

"Welcome..." Weiss waved his hand and said casually, then turned to look at Narcissa who was frowning in disgust: "Shall we go in? Or do you go take care of Lucius and I go in alone?"

"The master is waiting for you in the room on the top floor, Mr. Kabrev. Yes, I'm going to see Lucius, and Draco should be back next week..." Narcissa smiled at Weiss, Quickly walked into the main building of the manor.

Weiss walked to the main building alone. On the way, he met Death Eaters in twos and threes who were being supported and recovering. No matter whether he was familiar with them or not, they greeted him warmly and called him 'Mr. Kabrev'.

……

"Kablev, are you sleeping well?" Weiss was about to knock on the door, but Voldemort's voice suddenly came from inside the room, and then the door opened with a creak.

"Thanks, I slept well." Weiss grabbed a chair and sat down at Voldemort's table.

"Let's take a look at the Daily Prophet these days." Voldemort was reading the "Daily Prophet" suspended in mid-air, and then he waved his wand and several newspapers flew in front of Wes, suspended.

"...I think I have to leave for a while." Weiss looked at the newspaper, his brows tightened.

"Huh?" Voldemort's eyes moved away from the newspaper, and a pair of scarlet snake eyes looked directly at Wes.

"Well, leave for a while." Weiss reached out and flicked a few newspapers in front of him: "I reported it again, maybe because I almost killed Dumbledore, so the newspaper mentioned my name more than mentioned you." Your name is even more frequent. Let’s not mention the loyal Death Eaters under the manor. For those new recruits, this is not a good thing. You know, these are your Death Eaters, and they only need to know you .”

"Hmm..." Voldemort's eyes were hidden behind the newspaper again, and his tone was still calm: "What are you going to do?"

"First of all, I assume that your resurrection is perfect." Weiss did not answer, but said to himself: "Then the fact that you and the Harry Potter spell attracted and canceled each other in the Ministry of Magic , It should be a problem with your wand." After Weiss finished speaking, he pulled out his wand from the hilt at his waist: "You need to change a wand, I will use mine for you first, and then I have to find a wand A more powerful wand. In fact, if Dumbledore hadn't been found, I would have thought the one in his hand was quite powerful. I just recalled that I only wiped out one of the old man's arms with "Dragon Break" , the possibility that it is not it cannot be completely ruled out, and there may be reasons for the old man himself.”

"Your wand, give me?" Voldemort snapped aside the newspaper in front of him in an instant, staring at Wes in surprise.

"That's right, what if you bump into Harry Potter by accident when you go out for a walk one day? And get a golden cage to lock the two of you together? So I'll use mine for you, otherwise you won't be able to go to Austria again." Can you buy one from Levand? Well... this is unexpectedly a good idea, after they recover almost, organize people to bring back Ollivander and all his wands in the room." Weiss seemed He didn't care about Voldemort's reaction, but stroked his slightly stubbled chin, nodded and said.

"Your current magic power is only slightly higher than that of an ordinary wizard. Under such circumstances, you actually gave me the wand?" Voldemort showed a strange smile: "Kabrev, it's not in vain for me to help you prepare A gift that you will definitely be satisfied with!"

"Oh? A gift? What? A sword or a treasure? My sword is broken, you have to get me another one..." Weiss pulled out the half of the sword and threw it on the table, motioning Voldemort to look at its clean cut. .

"Peter! Bring up the 'gift'!" Voldemort only glanced at the broken sword on the table, then stopped paying attention, and waved his wand directly, commanding in a voice higher than a whisper.

After a while, Weiss heard footsteps on the wooden stairs, followed by the sound of a man panting heavily. The next second, half-bald Peter Pettigrew appeared in Wess dragging a long box the size of a person. in front of.

"You're a wizard, okay? Don't you know how to pull spells?" Weiss looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was panting and sweating profusely, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"..." Peter Pettigrew's eyes twitched violently when he heard Weiss' words, and then he bowed to Voldemort, and after receiving the signal, he ran downstairs quickly.

"Open it and have a look!" Voldemort said with a cheerful smile.

"This size, is it a person?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and circled the 'gift', tearing open the outer packaging while talking: "Who did you go to Hogwarts to catch? No, It wasn't in the paper either..."

"...Well, I'm really satisfied with this gift." After tearing open the package, Weiss saw a person lying motionless inside the transparent rectangular box——Antonin Dolokhov.

"Dead?" Weiss knocked on the transparent box in front of him, but the people inside didn't respond at all.

"Your Killing Curse needs to be practiced." Voldemort stared at Wes with a pair of eyes, admiring Wes's expression with interest: "If your spell hits Dumbledore..."

"No, he's a Death Eater..." Weiss shook his head, pointing to the left arm exposed under the wizard's tattered wizard robe in the box, with a dark Dark Mark on it.

"Not anymore!" Voldemort sneered, a spell penetrated the transparent box and hit Dolohov, and then the Dark Mark on his arm gradually disappeared.

"Aren't you worried about their loyalty?" Weiss pouted at a group of Death Eaters who had been wrapped into mummies outside the window.

"Heh..." Voldemort chuckled, and looked at the pillar in the center of the garden indifferently, on which there was a 'loyal' Death Eater.

"It's really a Dark Lord through and through." Weiss shrugged, and stretched out his palm to Voldemort: "Wand."

...Hogwarts...

The same school hospital, the same location, but now they are facing each other in a strange silence.

In other words, the whole of Hogwarts is now in a strange silence. Many young wizards now communicate with polar voices when they meet, and they dare not even speak loudly in class.

The reason is very simple. Two days ago, a Daily Prophet published a report in the most eye-catching characters: "Dumbledore is seriously injured and dying".

And the facts are the same as published in the Daily Prophet. Dumbledore, the wise old headmaster who seems to be omnipotent, has not shown up for three whole days, and all the professors are gloomy and worried.

It is rainy in the UK, as if the sky is also matching this weird atmosphere. From time to time, a weird strong wind blows and brings heavy rain, which makes the whole Hogwarts in a real sense of "precarious".

Hermione watched the raindrops fall on the glass quietly, without turning her head to look at her friends.

"Harry, although I didn't mean to interrupt you," Neville scratched his head, his face had returned to its original state, looking as rosy as ever: "But at that time, Wes..."

"No, but, Neville...he slashed Sirius, almost killed Professor Dumbledore with the 'Dragon Slash'...We have to admit, he is completely on Voldemort's side." Harry Red He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Professor Dumbledore is still in St. Mungo!"

"However, he did protect us. If it wasn't for the alchemy circle, we would definitely die if we were hit by those spells unconsciously." Luna tilted her head and said with her usual ethereal voice She said that, like Hermione, she was strictly forbidden to get out of bed by Madam Pomfrey and drank potions several times a day.

"We are blessed by Hermione, right? We have to thank Hermione." Ginny sat on the edge of Hermione's bed and patted Hermione's arm, who was silent, and said in a joking tone.

"Ginny!" Ron reprimanded softly while sitting on the chair, and motioned his eyes in Harry's direction.

"Oh, Harry, I'm not complaining that you took us to risk our lives... no... anyway! If I could choose again, I would still go, this is my choice!" Ginny looked a little ugly Harry said quickly.

"Yes, Harry, this is the choice of our DA members. In any case, we have prevented an operation of the Death Eaters." Ron also stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder to comfort him.

"You guys, don't you think that there are too many members of the Order of the Phoenix this time?" Hermione suddenly said, her voice was particularly dry, like a broken film.

"Sirius said they had...received the news that he was going to attack Oxford University, so they quickly organized people to prepare to stop his action." Harry recalled what Sirius said to him.

"Really?" Hermione still said in a dry and puzzled voice: "The staff of the 'Quickly' organization? At least 15 people went there that day..."

"Because our members of the Order of the Phoenix have special contact methods." At this moment, a male voice suddenly interrupted everyone's chat: "For this reason, I didn't even participate in the Auror operation in Wytham Forest."

"Mr. Shacklebolt, thank you for coming to rescue us that day." Harry hurriedly turned his head and saluted Kingsley Shacklebolt who was walking in.

"No..." Shaker shook his head lightly and said, "This is what we should do. However, I have to say that you did a good job, although you were a bit reckless."

"Mr. Shacklebolt, may I ask, who provided the source of this 'news'?" Hermione sat up and asked slowly, staring into Uncle Hei's eyes.

"Sirius." Kingsley Shacklebolt replied without delay: "Mr. Dumbledore completely trusted his news, and he was the one who led the team to Wytham Forest."

"Mr. Shacklebolt, shouldn't you be on guard at St. Mungo's? How come you come to us when you're free?" Ron saw Hermione frowning in silence and quickly changed the subject.

"...Antonin Dolokhov is dead, and his...'body' was sent to St. Mungo's in a transparent box, and Alastor wants me to pass it on to Hermione Granger. "Kingsley Shacklebolt was silent for a while and said to Hermione who was lying on the bed and thinking.

"Tell me? Antonin Dolokhov? Who is that?" Hermione raised her head in doubt and asked.

"...the person who hurt you." Kingsley Shacklebolt twitched his eyes when he saw Hermione's confused face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Death Eater?" Harry asked in surprise, looked at the stunned Hermione, then turned to Kingsley Shacklebolt and asked, "Did you find anything from his... corpse? He I once said that all kinds of information can be seen on the corpse! For example, where do they live now! Also, how did the corpse come here?"

"The 'corpse' was sent over by an owl, and before we confirmed that it was a 'corpse', the owl had already flown away." Kingsley Shaker said, shaking his head.

"Is it confirmed to be a corpse? What do you mean?" Ron blinked and wondered.

"Because that looks like a box full of red liquid..." Kingsley Shacklebolt's originally black face was now a little pale: "It wasn't until we opened it that we found that the red liquid was blood. After some blood, we found a human head suspended in the center of the box, and we..."

"Stop! Mr. Shacklebolt, thank you for the news, but can you stop talking? I'm a little sick!" Hermione hurriedly stopped Kingsley Shacklebolt from continuing to speak, and covered her chest with her little hand, A nauseous expression on his face.

"Yes, thank you for the news, but don't say it." Ron also said with a pale face.

"What about his body? Did you send it over? Isn't it..." Luna still tilted her head with a puzzled look on her face.

"Luna!" On behalf of everyone, Ginny jumped off the bed and covered Luna's mouth, preventing her from continuing.

"Well, I also feel that it's a bit bad to say this to you. I have another reason for coming," Kingsley Shacklebolt said with a twisted smile: "Mr. Dumbledore is awake."

(End of this chapter)