Chapter 1022

"Okay, now you can go on. Solim crossed his arms.

After sending Weasley away, Harry finally had a chance to continue his dreams on the last day before school started.

"I'm dreaming of Voldemort again. Harry spoke in a low tone, knowing it wasn't a good thing.

"Well, I think so. Solim nodded.

He could keep a normal mind, but Draco couldn't. The little pleasure that came from teasing Weasley quickly vanished when he heard the name "Voldemort", replaced by nervousness.

The Malfoys had an in-depth conversation about Voldemort. As long as Voldemort and his Energetic Group don't die out, the Malfoys won't be able to return to the British Isles, and their ancestral estate is still abandoned in Wiltshire. It has a special meaning for the Malfoy family.

Hermione didn't react, she thought she had told Harry before she came to her, maybe she had come to Solim as her idea for Harry.

"What do you see, or what do you hear?"

"He's very happy...... 23 very happy. It wasn't the first time Harry had told Voldemort's first-hand perspective, but he still couldn't get used to it. He always felt that every time he experienced it, he would be a little "dirty".

"There were no Death Eaters there, at least none I knew, but there were other people there, some very strange people. "

"What's this strange method?"

"They're evil—"

Solim rolled his eyes, "What is this? Is your subjective assumption that you wouldn't be a good person to get along with the Dark Lord, but your description ......"

"No," Harry hastened to explain, "we've all seen Death Eaters, and we all know they're not good people, but you don't feel evil when you see them. "

"I still have reservations. Hermione had apparently spoken to Harry about this before, but apparently they didn't see eye to eye.

"Kind of interesting, you continue. Solim touched his chin, he could probably understand what Harry meant.

It's true that the Death Eaters weren't good people, and they did everything they could to kill people and set fires, but without knowing them beforehand, it was difficult for them to come across as "evil".

In the case of Bellatrix, her first impression was that of insane neuroticism rather than evil, and that Lucius gave her first impression of arrogance, as did the other Death Eaters, gloomy and crazy...... Even though these Death Eaters had a lot of lives on their hands, none of them gave people a sense of "evil".

Literary descriptions in newspapers are out of the scope of discussion.

If you really want to be evil, it can only be Voldemort himself.

It's a "humanoid creature" that you can really feel the strong malice at first sight. Even someone who has never seen Voldemort can clearly tell that it is a very different realm from the concept of "bad guy......

Harry stumbled and seemed to be running out of words when describing the group. Although Solim no longer wants to care about Voldemort's affairs, he is still quite interested in Voldemort's new pony, after all, this is a kind of "unknown" to him.

"Well, I don't have much hope for your language skills, I just hope you can remember the scene clearly. Solim scratched his head and decided to bring out the meditation basin that had been eating ash for a long time.

Solim's meditation basin hadn't been open for a long time, but it wasn't a rare item for Harry to cherish from the outside world, he had used Solim's meditation basin last time.

Finding an abandoned classroom, Solim and a few people got into the box.

"You've changed a bit of a lot here. Hermione came down the stairs, and she noticed that the rows of bookshelves in the box were missing.

"Well, I've moved out of those books. "

Taking something out of the cabinet dedicated to the meditation basin, Solim pulled out his wand.

"I know you can't extract memories on your own, so I'll help you, just like last time. Tapping his wand on his palm, Solim said, "Of course, if you can do it yourself, I didn't say it." "

"Your hand is alright?" Hermione stared at Solim's left hand, and she seemed to notice.

"You're very observant, Hermione. Now let's get down to business. Solim pressed his wand against Harry's head, "Remember, I told you about it last time. Be sure to be clear about the beginning and end of the memory. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

As a wisp of silver flocculent was thrown into the meditation basin, the four of them approached in unison.

In a familiar whirlwind, the four of Solim appeared in a room that was not very bright.

"Do you have to be a bad guy in such a place?"

Solim looked around with some disgust, the walls were bare, and in some places there were blue bricks, a rudimentary single bed, and a chair with a backrest, and that was all the furniture here.

A bald head was sitting in the only chair in the room, and there was no doubt that it could only be Voldemort. []

Solim walked to the front of the Dark Lord, and as expected, he could only see a surging black mist, but not Voldemort's features.

At this time, the door to the room was opened, and a group of people rushed in. Solim's face changed when he saw the first "person" at the head, and when the door to the room was closed, his face was already very ugly.

Six people entered, all of them pale, their lips black, and the blue veins under the skin were clearly visible. Although the group had not yet spoken, Solim knew that the group must have long canine teeth.

It's a bunch of 370 blood-sucking ghosts, and it's not your average vampire.

All six of them are primordial vampires, and for a variety of purposes, these wizards have used magical shapeshifts to transform their own life forms. None of the original vampires were easy to mess with, and only powerful wizards could survive the brutal magical metamorphosis.

Solim couldn't help but think of the original vampire he met in the forest in northern Canada, who was able to fight Ogle without falling behind, which was a high-end combat power even by the standards of the Presbyterian Church, and now there were 6 such first-generation vampires.

Solim even suspected that they could physically kill Voldemort together.

Hermione noticed Solim's ugly expression.

"You know them?"

"I don't know them, but I know what they are. Solim motioned for Hermione to look down.

The vampires didn't speak, neither did Voldemort, he just reached into his robes, and when the large, spider-like hand reappeared, holding a mask full of cracks......

The vampires' breathing became rapid.

Solim was the same, he knew what it was, and he had even seen it.

"Maybe we'll have to go back and ask about it. Solim bit his lip, he didn't know how what had been in Ogle's hands had ended up in Voldemort's hands.