Chapter 606 Shadow (2)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 606 Shadow ([-])
"what!"
One can imagine how angry Vernon Dursley's expression was at that time.
"How dare he! How dare he..."
His face suddenly turned from white to blue, and then from blue to red...
Before Dudley tore open the envelope to see if there was anything delicious inside.
Vernon Dursley grabbed the letter, snatched it up, and tore it to pieces.
As for Dursley, he still couldn't let go of his hatred, and he even burned the pile of debris to ashes, and it was over.
Just like that, Vernon Dursley strode out the door with a face full of anger when Dudley yelled and threw the diet package to the ground.
With his briefcase in hand, he got into the car and backed out of the driveway.
However, on the way to the company, he discovered some other abnormalities.
Suddenly some people in strange clothes appeared on the street.
To his relief, those people were not wearing cloaks, robes, etc...the clothes of wizards and devils.
It's some suit jackets and jeans, red and green, brown and yellow... In short, they are all guys who violate the aesthetic interests of ordinary people.
Although Dursley still can't understand people wearing weird clothes,
But compared to Potter, these people... At least they were human, so he didn't mind.
Maybe some new, boring fashion fad?
Yes, that's it!
Dursley used the old method in his heart to comfort himself.
The city of London today is extremely congested, especially when entering the city.
Crowded in traffic, Vernon Dursley could barely move.
It can only move towards the city bit by bit.
People full of anger, and the sound of horns one after another can be seen everywhere.
There were also quite a few guys gathered together, talking with great interest about the story of the black rat swarm last night.
Many are young adults in their teens.
Even Vernon Dursley could hear it clearly in the car,
This made him angry.
Originally, he was impatient to go out to work because he wanted to get rid of these messes,
want to forget...
But these little brats reminded him again.
Dursley honked furiously and glared at them.
It wasn't until the traffic moved and entered the city that he calmed down a lot.
But soon, it meant that the Dursley was close to the river,
The London River with its endless rat carcasses.
The abnormality in the river is very conspicuous.
There are a lot of people gathered on the shore.
Mr. Dursley could easily see the layer of black rat corpses among the scattered crowd.
There are some police stations, or city government staff...trying to dissuade the crowd,
Guys in thick yellow protective clothing, holding a long and large fishing net, fished up the corpses in the river one by one.
It was poured into huge black plastic garbage bags one by one, and then poured into the garbage truck on the side by other people who were also heavily armed.
Beside it, there are many young men and women holding up slogans, shouting slogans... marching,
Surrounding this team of people, trying to hinder their work.
"...This is an evil conspiracy..."
"Someone is killing these little animals..."
"Get off stage, step down..."
"How dare you..."
Spit flying, saliva splashing everywhere...
One of them was a strange-looking little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old,
With an angry look on his face, he twisted his facial expression, pointed at the other party and yelled again and again,
"How dare you..."
"How dare you..."
She kept repeating the words like this.
But it was because of this guy's age and identity, coupled with the earnest faces around him... the reporters holding the cameras and shouting for support, made the police shy away from making technical 'mistakes'.
Many guys who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal directly joined the parade, holding up the messy slogans they just wrote, and walking back and forth.
It made the British Royal Police loyal to the queen even more dizzy.
Dursley watched the circus troupe...
how to say?
His mood has improved a lot.
Soon, he came to the parking lot of the Groning Company.
Mr. Dursley regained his composure, preparing to turn his thoughts and attention to the rig.
He came to his office on the ninth floor and habitually sat with his back to the window.
Then he picked up the phone, called five or six of his subordinates into the office, and yelled about something.
Now, work is on the right track.
This made him feel much better. He forgot about those miscellaneous matters and could focus on the drilling machine.
It's just that during lunch, he heard something that made him feel... bad.
"Have you heard?"
In the elevator, Dursley heard several managers of the insurance company next door whispering.
"what?"
"This is the third time in this week that someone has gone missing from this building."
"What's going on? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"By the police, and..."
Those guys looked at Mr. Dursley in front of them, and stopped talking again.
As if afraid of Dursley talking nonsense.
On the way out, Dursley passed them and gave the guys some hard stares.
Who did these guys think Dursley was.
Their family has never had anything to do with these weird things.
Even if you tell him face to face, he won't listen.
But when Dursley ate his fish and chips, he still thought about it,
Because he also heard about this from his colleagues, the building where their company is located...even their company...in the recent period, some employees have disappeared for no reason.
This incident made Dursley a little uneasy again. He returned to his office and sternly ordered his secretary not to be disturbed.
He was alone thinking about all the strange things that happened today.
Dursley was very uneasy, and he even thought about the company... sending him abroad.
London is looking weirder, and the family might even take this opportunity to...get rid of that little Harry Potter brat.
That little monster is going to his wacky school of crazy magic here, after all.
This possibility, like a bait, kept jumping... luring Dursley.
He's been thinking about it all day now.
It wasn't until I got home that I could barely relax.
Dursley went to bed, his mind full of the events of the day.
How can not sleep.
The idea of moving out of London kept tempting Dursley.
As time passed, drowsiness gradually came up,
Dursley yelled, rolled over,
fall asleep...
But what Dursley didn't expect was that outside their house, a strange visitor stood on the street... He was like a ghost, wandering around and taking a walk in the courtyard of Dursley's house.
It's like looking for something to test.
……
The strange visitor didn't take anything, didn't do anything, he just came, checked, and disappeared again.
And then when it reappears,
Into the Leaky Cauldron.
"Ha, Professor Dumbledore, what brings you here."
Old Tom in the Leaky Cauldron, wiping his wine glass, looked at the visitor.
"A willow blond cocktail! Bring me two more lemon cakes, Tom."
Dumbledore didn't answer, he made his request directly to Tom.
Then I looked around...
Even below midnight,
In the Leaky Cauldron, there were still people crowded and crowded.
Mostly Ministry employees, Aurors,
It's like half the Ministry of Magic has been moved here.
It's very noisy here
After Dumbledore drank the cocktail and ate the lemon cake, he said directly to Tom again,
"A box, Tom. When Fudge comes, just tell him I'm in that room."
Soon, Dumbledore came to the reserved room through the narrow passage and entered it.
Not long after, Fudge also came to the house where Dumbledore was.
He looked downcast and depressed, as if he was decades older than before.
The stove in the room had already been lit by Dumbledore,
It's hot in here.
"Albus, what's going on?
Fudge asked with a tired face.
"It's okay. The blood protection spell I set on the Dursleys' family is still in effect. When Potter is not an adult, he is absolutely safe."
"So, about the mouse?" Fudge asked.
"That's because some dark shadows have appeared in London, and these little things can best sense danger." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
"What darkness?"
Maybe it was too hot, Fudge straightened his collar, then opened his cuffs, and asked Dumbledore loudly.
Dumbledore didn't answer.
He knew Fudge had the answers himself.
At this time, old Tom, the barman, appeared again. He wore an orange apron and brought tea and toast on a tray.
After going out, close the door incidentally.
In the room, Fudge and Dumbledore were left.
Dumbledore knew that people like Fudge... all his past and future methods were aimed at gaining power.
Rights have firmly fixed him on the trajectory of fate.
Originally, he could use Fudge to let Harry see the true face of the world and gain a certain sense of growth.
but now……
According to everything he said he knew the situation foreshadowed... This method was too late.
'It's time to speed up. '
Dumbledore thought about it, and he looked at the Minister of Magic in front of him.
Fudge was buttering his own scone and biting into it.
"Would you like some? Dumbledore..."
"No, I've already eaten... It seems that you are very hungry."
"Well, I'm so busy... The entire Ministry of Magic is going to be overwhelmed by the huge workload....Those things about the Big Ten Tournament, and...Muggles are constantly disappearing in London..."
"It also had a big impact on Muggle society..."
"The most critical thing is that we can't find out who did all this."
Fudge was very confused in his words, and he even thought of letting go of his burden and the throne of the Ministry of Magic.
"What do you think of these things? Albus..."
asked Fudge.
Dumbledore looked at Fudge and said calmly, "As far as I know, this incident is similar to what happened to the Ministry of Magic a few months ago..."
"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say... Even if what you said is true, but given our current situation, there is no way to find the Dark Lord..."
Fudge shook his head, said hastily, and sat down in the armchair sadly.
"I have to remind you, Fudge..." Dumbledore stroked his long beard and said, "These things are just the beginning..."
"A beginning?"
"What? Is there anything worse, going to happen?" cried Fudge, jumping to his feet.
"Well,... from Knockturn Alley, to Muggle streets, from high-rise buildings, to fountains... Muggles to wizards, everyone will face earth-shaking changes... No one can escape, no one can escape, neither you... nor me." Dumbledore said.
Fudge was about to say something.
Dumbledore stepped forward, his tall and thin figure... staring down at Fudge.
The magic power in his body erupted ragingly, like an active volcano erupting,
The sense of power almost suffocated Fudge, making him speechless for a while.
'This guy doesn't look like an old man at all. '
Fudge screamed hysterically in his heart.
Dumbledore said, "I know you won't believe it, Connelly..."
"But this is the plea of an old man, an old friend... Fudge, you must be on your guard..."
"Watch out for what, Dark Lord?"
"Everything... everything, you will see the signs..." Dumbledore said slowly.
"There are more obvious signs and developments. At that time, you have to make the right choice... Only in this way can there be fewer twists and turns in the future."
"At that time, not only wizards, but even muggles must be protected..."
Fudge's eyes sharpened, "Muggles?"
"Muggles...why?"
"Don't you, Albus... don't you know?"
"Although it seems that the attitude of the Ministry of Magic has always been biased toward protecting Muggles...preferring to ensure fairness between half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards in the wizarding world...but the wizards in the conservative camp have always been very powerful, more or less...every wizarding family mostly looks at Muggle society with a superior vision!"
"Saving Muggles... One or two is okay, after all, it's for the wizards' sense of superiority. If it's really on the table, no wizard will agree to sacrifice their own interests to save Muggles."
Fudge felt more and more wrong.
"What's going to happen? You..."
"...What are you planning?" Fu Jiji growled almost at the top of his voice.
He stared at Dumbledore's old face.
"I don't have any plans, it's just that you are blinded by power and blind to the darkness that is creeping in the city right now..."
"I know that for the past six months, you have been contacting the faction forces of those pure-blood wizards, seeking support after the recovery of magic power."
"But I can tell you clearly that magic power recovery...it can't change anything."
"Look carefully, the city in front of you, under your feet..."
"It doesn't belong to me, it doesn't belong to you, it doesn't belong to us..." Dumbledore said in a low voice,
"Even if the era of Muggles in the future is passing away...but it will never be our era!"
"The age of wizards is long over!"
……
"Everyone, our era, the era of wizards... is back!"
At the same time, in a tunnel [-] meters deep underground in London, Voldemort, who had looked normal (grown up), made an announcement to everyone in front of him.
He let out a sharp, terrifying laugh.
Constantly echoing in the deep and dark underground caverns.
(End of this chapter)
"what!"
One can imagine how angry Vernon Dursley's expression was at that time.
"How dare he! How dare he..."
His face suddenly turned from white to blue, and then from blue to red...
Before Dudley tore open the envelope to see if there was anything delicious inside.
Vernon Dursley grabbed the letter, snatched it up, and tore it to pieces.
As for Dursley, he still couldn't let go of his hatred, and he even burned the pile of debris to ashes, and it was over.
Just like that, Vernon Dursley strode out the door with a face full of anger when Dudley yelled and threw the diet package to the ground.
With his briefcase in hand, he got into the car and backed out of the driveway.
However, on the way to the company, he discovered some other abnormalities.
Suddenly some people in strange clothes appeared on the street.
To his relief, those people were not wearing cloaks, robes, etc...the clothes of wizards and devils.
It's some suit jackets and jeans, red and green, brown and yellow... In short, they are all guys who violate the aesthetic interests of ordinary people.
Although Dursley still can't understand people wearing weird clothes,
But compared to Potter, these people... At least they were human, so he didn't mind.
Maybe some new, boring fashion fad?
Yes, that's it!
Dursley used the old method in his heart to comfort himself.
The city of London today is extremely congested, especially when entering the city.
Crowded in traffic, Vernon Dursley could barely move.
It can only move towards the city bit by bit.
People full of anger, and the sound of horns one after another can be seen everywhere.
There were also quite a few guys gathered together, talking with great interest about the story of the black rat swarm last night.
Many are young adults in their teens.
Even Vernon Dursley could hear it clearly in the car,
This made him angry.
Originally, he was impatient to go out to work because he wanted to get rid of these messes,
want to forget...
But these little brats reminded him again.
Dursley honked furiously and glared at them.
It wasn't until the traffic moved and entered the city that he calmed down a lot.
But soon, it meant that the Dursley was close to the river,
The London River with its endless rat carcasses.
The abnormality in the river is very conspicuous.
There are a lot of people gathered on the shore.
Mr. Dursley could easily see the layer of black rat corpses among the scattered crowd.
There are some police stations, or city government staff...trying to dissuade the crowd,
Guys in thick yellow protective clothing, holding a long and large fishing net, fished up the corpses in the river one by one.
It was poured into huge black plastic garbage bags one by one, and then poured into the garbage truck on the side by other people who were also heavily armed.
Beside it, there are many young men and women holding up slogans, shouting slogans... marching,
Surrounding this team of people, trying to hinder their work.
"...This is an evil conspiracy..."
"Someone is killing these little animals..."
"Get off stage, step down..."
"How dare you..."
Spit flying, saliva splashing everywhere...
One of them was a strange-looking little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old,
With an angry look on his face, he twisted his facial expression, pointed at the other party and yelled again and again,
"How dare you..."
"How dare you..."
She kept repeating the words like this.
But it was because of this guy's age and identity, coupled with the earnest faces around him... the reporters holding the cameras and shouting for support, made the police shy away from making technical 'mistakes'.
Many guys who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal directly joined the parade, holding up the messy slogans they just wrote, and walking back and forth.
It made the British Royal Police loyal to the queen even more dizzy.
Dursley watched the circus troupe...
how to say?
His mood has improved a lot.
Soon, he came to the parking lot of the Groning Company.
Mr. Dursley regained his composure, preparing to turn his thoughts and attention to the rig.
He came to his office on the ninth floor and habitually sat with his back to the window.
Then he picked up the phone, called five or six of his subordinates into the office, and yelled about something.
Now, work is on the right track.
This made him feel much better. He forgot about those miscellaneous matters and could focus on the drilling machine.
It's just that during lunch, he heard something that made him feel... bad.
"Have you heard?"
In the elevator, Dursley heard several managers of the insurance company next door whispering.
"what?"
"This is the third time in this week that someone has gone missing from this building."
"What's going on? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"By the police, and..."
Those guys looked at Mr. Dursley in front of them, and stopped talking again.
As if afraid of Dursley talking nonsense.
On the way out, Dursley passed them and gave the guys some hard stares.
Who did these guys think Dursley was.
Their family has never had anything to do with these weird things.
Even if you tell him face to face, he won't listen.
But when Dursley ate his fish and chips, he still thought about it,
Because he also heard about this from his colleagues, the building where their company is located...even their company...in the recent period, some employees have disappeared for no reason.
This incident made Dursley a little uneasy again. He returned to his office and sternly ordered his secretary not to be disturbed.
He was alone thinking about all the strange things that happened today.
Dursley was very uneasy, and he even thought about the company... sending him abroad.
London is looking weirder, and the family might even take this opportunity to...get rid of that little Harry Potter brat.
That little monster is going to his wacky school of crazy magic here, after all.
This possibility, like a bait, kept jumping... luring Dursley.
He's been thinking about it all day now.
It wasn't until I got home that I could barely relax.
Dursley went to bed, his mind full of the events of the day.
How can not sleep.
The idea of moving out of London kept tempting Dursley.
As time passed, drowsiness gradually came up,
Dursley yelled, rolled over,
fall asleep...
But what Dursley didn't expect was that outside their house, a strange visitor stood on the street... He was like a ghost, wandering around and taking a walk in the courtyard of Dursley's house.
It's like looking for something to test.
……
The strange visitor didn't take anything, didn't do anything, he just came, checked, and disappeared again.
And then when it reappears,
Into the Leaky Cauldron.
"Ha, Professor Dumbledore, what brings you here."
Old Tom in the Leaky Cauldron, wiping his wine glass, looked at the visitor.
"A willow blond cocktail! Bring me two more lemon cakes, Tom."
Dumbledore didn't answer, he made his request directly to Tom.
Then I looked around...
Even below midnight,
In the Leaky Cauldron, there were still people crowded and crowded.
Mostly Ministry employees, Aurors,
It's like half the Ministry of Magic has been moved here.
It's very noisy here
After Dumbledore drank the cocktail and ate the lemon cake, he said directly to Tom again,
"A box, Tom. When Fudge comes, just tell him I'm in that room."
Soon, Dumbledore came to the reserved room through the narrow passage and entered it.
Not long after, Fudge also came to the house where Dumbledore was.
He looked downcast and depressed, as if he was decades older than before.
The stove in the room had already been lit by Dumbledore,
It's hot in here.
"Albus, what's going on?
Fudge asked with a tired face.
"It's okay. The blood protection spell I set on the Dursleys' family is still in effect. When Potter is not an adult, he is absolutely safe."
"So, about the mouse?" Fudge asked.
"That's because some dark shadows have appeared in London, and these little things can best sense danger." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
"What darkness?"
Maybe it was too hot, Fudge straightened his collar, then opened his cuffs, and asked Dumbledore loudly.
Dumbledore didn't answer.
He knew Fudge had the answers himself.
At this time, old Tom, the barman, appeared again. He wore an orange apron and brought tea and toast on a tray.
After going out, close the door incidentally.
In the room, Fudge and Dumbledore were left.
Dumbledore knew that people like Fudge... all his past and future methods were aimed at gaining power.
Rights have firmly fixed him on the trajectory of fate.
Originally, he could use Fudge to let Harry see the true face of the world and gain a certain sense of growth.
but now……
According to everything he said he knew the situation foreshadowed... This method was too late.
'It's time to speed up. '
Dumbledore thought about it, and he looked at the Minister of Magic in front of him.
Fudge was buttering his own scone and biting into it.
"Would you like some? Dumbledore..."
"No, I've already eaten... It seems that you are very hungry."
"Well, I'm so busy... The entire Ministry of Magic is going to be overwhelmed by the huge workload....Those things about the Big Ten Tournament, and...Muggles are constantly disappearing in London..."
"It also had a big impact on Muggle society..."
"The most critical thing is that we can't find out who did all this."
Fudge was very confused in his words, and he even thought of letting go of his burden and the throne of the Ministry of Magic.
"What do you think of these things? Albus..."
asked Fudge.
Dumbledore looked at Fudge and said calmly, "As far as I know, this incident is similar to what happened to the Ministry of Magic a few months ago..."
"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say... Even if what you said is true, but given our current situation, there is no way to find the Dark Lord..."
Fudge shook his head, said hastily, and sat down in the armchair sadly.
"I have to remind you, Fudge..." Dumbledore stroked his long beard and said, "These things are just the beginning..."
"A beginning?"
"What? Is there anything worse, going to happen?" cried Fudge, jumping to his feet.
"Well,... from Knockturn Alley, to Muggle streets, from high-rise buildings, to fountains... Muggles to wizards, everyone will face earth-shaking changes... No one can escape, no one can escape, neither you... nor me." Dumbledore said.
Fudge was about to say something.
Dumbledore stepped forward, his tall and thin figure... staring down at Fudge.
The magic power in his body erupted ragingly, like an active volcano erupting,
The sense of power almost suffocated Fudge, making him speechless for a while.
'This guy doesn't look like an old man at all. '
Fudge screamed hysterically in his heart.
Dumbledore said, "I know you won't believe it, Connelly..."
"But this is the plea of an old man, an old friend... Fudge, you must be on your guard..."
"Watch out for what, Dark Lord?"
"Everything... everything, you will see the signs..." Dumbledore said slowly.
"There are more obvious signs and developments. At that time, you have to make the right choice... Only in this way can there be fewer twists and turns in the future."
"At that time, not only wizards, but even muggles must be protected..."
Fudge's eyes sharpened, "Muggles?"
"Muggles...why?"
"Don't you, Albus... don't you know?"
"Although it seems that the attitude of the Ministry of Magic has always been biased toward protecting Muggles...preferring to ensure fairness between half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards in the wizarding world...but the wizards in the conservative camp have always been very powerful, more or less...every wizarding family mostly looks at Muggle society with a superior vision!"
"Saving Muggles... One or two is okay, after all, it's for the wizards' sense of superiority. If it's really on the table, no wizard will agree to sacrifice their own interests to save Muggles."
Fudge felt more and more wrong.
"What's going to happen? You..."
"...What are you planning?" Fu Jiji growled almost at the top of his voice.
He stared at Dumbledore's old face.
"I don't have any plans, it's just that you are blinded by power and blind to the darkness that is creeping in the city right now..."
"I know that for the past six months, you have been contacting the faction forces of those pure-blood wizards, seeking support after the recovery of magic power."
"But I can tell you clearly that magic power recovery...it can't change anything."
"Look carefully, the city in front of you, under your feet..."
"It doesn't belong to me, it doesn't belong to you, it doesn't belong to us..." Dumbledore said in a low voice,
"Even if the era of Muggles in the future is passing away...but it will never be our era!"
"The age of wizards is long over!"
……
"Everyone, our era, the era of wizards... is back!"
At the same time, in a tunnel [-] meters deep underground in London, Voldemort, who had looked normal (grown up), made an announcement to everyone in front of him.
He let out a sharp, terrifying laugh.
Constantly echoing in the deep and dark underground caverns.
(End of this chapter)
