Chapter 712 Voldemort’s Wrath

Because he came back too late and drank some wine with Bill and Charlie, Kyle slept until noon the next day.

"Oh, honey, how are you?"

Mrs. Weasley pushed Kyle to the dining table, "I wanted to wake you up for breakfast, but Arthur told me that you had just fallen asleep less than two hours ago."

"I did sleep late last night." Kyle said, "Where's Mr. Weasley?"

"Already gone to the ministry."

"Did you go in the morning?"

"There are still a lot of things waiting for him to do." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Don't worry, he often works overtime all night long, he just needs to drink a refreshing drink."

The lunch was very sumptuous, almost the same as the last birthday party.

"Mum has been worried all night." Ginny whispered, "This is a celebration of your safe return."

"Originally, Mr. Weasley didn't have to worry about what happened last night." Kyle said, "But I didn't expect that he insisted on staying and brought Bill and Charlie with him."

"This is dad's character." Ginny said calmly, "It would be strange if he didn't do this."

"Yeah, you're right." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "But almost everyone's names point to 'Fatal Danger', so it's no wonder Mrs. Weasley is worried."

He knew that the Weasley family had a magical wall clock that didn't show time, only what everyone was doing. For example, "Make tea, feed the chickens, you're going to be late."

Or location, "home", "school" and the like.

Corresponding to the status of each family member in real time, this is the most treasured treasure of the Weasley family.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Ginny spread her hands, "You may not know that since the Death Eaters first attacked the Ministry of Magic, all the hands on the dial have not changed positions. In other words, That thing is useless for the time being...unless the mysterious man falls again."

While he was talking, Sirius also arrived. He handed a bowl of beef stew and a few pieces of toast to Kreacher and asked him to deliver it to Harry, and everyone began to eat lunch.

…

For the next few weeks, nothing special happened. It is worth mentioning that the Aurors did not get any particularly useful information from the Death Eaters, but this did not prevent them from celebrating their victory.

The Daily Prophet finally no longer has to report that people are missing or even dead every day, which has restored everyone's morale.

But in a certain manor, the atmosphere was terribly gloomy.

A long table was full of people, all of them lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe.

And all this is because there is a person holding a magic wand and walking slowly behind them.

"Someone here betrayed us, and also betrayed the great Dark Lord." Voldemort's voice was very soft, with no emotion or anger, and his cold eyes swept over everyone here one by one.

No matter who he was, he would break out in a cold sweat and bury his head lower, as if he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

It's a pity that there is no crack in the ground here, and Voldemort will not allow anyone to be absent.

"Raise your head...Lucius." Voldemort came to Malfoy's side and lifted his chin with his wand.

If anyone could betray him, Lucius, who had just been punished by him, was the most likely one.

"Master, master..." Lucius Malfoy's face instantly turned pale, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Voldemort stared into his frightened eyes.

"Why are you nervous, Lucius." He put his wand against the other man's forehead.

"Master... I... did not... betray..." Lucius Malfoy said with all his strength.

But if he could speak more coherently, he might be more convincing.

"Of course I know, Lucius, you don't have the guts."

Voldemort drew back his wand.

In just a few seconds, Malfoy almost collapsed, but before he could take a breath, a green light flashed past his eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort gently turned his wrist, as casually as if he had swept away a little dust.

The Death Eater McNeil, who was sitting opposite Lucius Malfoy, fell to the ground and lay motionless on the ground.

Only then did Voldemort speak calmly:

"Although Dolokhov did not complete my order, he at least brought back news of the betrayer. But you, McNeil, I only see your cowardice."

Several consecutive failures, coupled with the news of the traitor, have reduced Voldemort's patience to the lowest point, and someone must bear his anger.

Voldemort originally wanted to find traitors, but he looked around and found no problems. Legilimency told him that everyone was loyal.

There was no way around it. Voldemort couldn't kill everyone who was suspected, so he could only choose one more person.

For example, the two people who escaped this time failed.

Unlike Antonin Dolokhov's narrow escape from death, McNeil ran away as soon as the Auror appeared and had no effect, so he naturally became the best candidate.

Voldemort waved his hand, and a big snake with three heads slowly crawled over. But no one dared to turn their head or even make a look.

"Of course I believe in your loyalty...but you have let me down too many times." Voldemort continued, without any emotion in his voice.

"Please give me another chance, master..." Antonin Dolokhov, who had escaped from death, fell off the chair with a plop and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

"I swear...Master, I will definitely bring Fusco back to you."

"But you have failed." Voldemort didn't even look at him. His eyes fell on the "Daily Prophet" spread out on the long table.

[Mysterious man’s old enemy, the most courageous legendary deputy minister, Dolores Jane Umbridge]

"Master, I'm going to kill her!" Barty Crouch Jr. said quickly.

"Old enemy?" Voldemort's eyes flashed with deep disdain. He moved his fingers and the newspaper immediately turned to the second page.

[The missing Ollivander. 】

"You have two days..." Voldemort said coldly: "Find him. I hope you won't let me down again this time."

"Follow your orders, Master!" Everyone at the long table said while kneeling on the ground.

…

Meanwhile, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

After more than half a month of torture, Harry finally graduated, limped and left the basement with joy.

"This is the white fresh essence, this is the blood-enhancing potion, this is the bone spirit..."

Sirius stuffed bottles of potions into Harry's arms and couldn't help but complain: "This is too barbaric. Even if it is to learn Occlumency faster, it doesn't need to be so strict."

Kyle curled his lips next to him.

In more than half a month, Sirius has not visited Harry once in the basement, nor has he made any move to stop him. How could he have the nerve to say such a thing?

However, in order to maintain the relationship between the godfather and godson, Kyle chose to remain silent and said nothing. He just asked Kreacher to help roast two warthog legs as payment for Cat Leopard's hard work.

After pouring in a few bottles of potions, Harry's condition immediately improved a lot. Of course, he didn't drink potions like Bone Spirit.

"Harry? You appeared in the restaurant at this time. It seems that you have learned Occlumency, right?"

At this time, Bill walked in from outside.

"Just in time, here's it for you." He handed Harry a full money bag across the table. "I took it out of the vault for you."

"Thank you," Harry said, taking the purse.

"You're welcome." Bill turned around and said, "Mom only gave me the key to Harry's vault. Kyle, if you need to withdraw money, I will go there again tomorrow.

"Currently, the goblins have stepped up security and are heavily guarded. It takes about five hours for ordinary people to withdraw money. However, I still have some privileges in Gringotts and can shorten this time to half an hour."

"Thank you." Kyle shook his head, "But I still have a lot of money, which is enough."

His money, including all valuables, was not placed in Gringotts, which was full of holes like a sieve, but in his own box.

Part of it was placed in Noble's lair, and part of it was in Sniff's inner pocket, and he recently found two new places to save money.

The cave where the basilisk lives and the venomous leopard's lair are safer than Gringotts.

Although Bill didn't know this, he didn't care. After learning that Kyle didn't need to withdraw money, he took out a few more envelopes.

From Hogwarts, their new book list.

The moment he opened the envelope, Harry instantly forgot about the painful experience in the basement.

He was elected captain of the Quidditch team.

"This way your status will be the same as that of a prefect." Hermione said happily. "You can ride in the prefect's carriage and use our bathroom."

Harry was also excited, but not because of the special prefect treatment.

He took the badge and looked at it carefully, wiped the non-existent dust on it with his clothes, and was reluctant to put it down.

"I've had this happen to me too. It feels like it was just yesterday. At that time, I was just like Harry, so excited that I couldn't sleep all night." Charlie said with a smile: "Kyle, where is your badge? Hurry up and take it out. have a look."

"Yes," Harry said quickly, "This is a contest between us, and Gryffindor will definitely not lose again."

"Then you may be disappointed, I'm not the captain." Kyle opened his envelope, and there was nothing inside except a book list.

"How is this possible!" Ron couldn't help but said: "Who else in Hufflepuff can be the captain of the Quidditch team besides you?"

"Everyone can do it," Kyle said. "Their enthusiasm and strength are no worse than mine."

"Wait a minute." Hermione suddenly noticed something, "Why didn't you even receive the badge of the President of the Boys' Student Union!"

This is even more incredible than Kyle not being Quidditch captain.

Because last year, Kyle was already the president of the Boys' Student Union, but Cedric was still there at the time, so the corresponding badge was not issued.

But now that Cedric has graduated, there's no doubt that Kyle is the Head Boy president.

But why is there no badge?

"The school must have made a mistake." Hermione said, "Kyle, before school starts yet, you have to write to Professor Dumbledore quickly."

"No, Hermione, that's fine."

Kyle was a little surprised at first, but soon he accepted it and was even a little happy.

He likes Quidditch, but he prefers to play with his friends. Now that Cedric, Fred, and George have all graduated, Quidditch is much less fun.

And more importantly, he had seen Cedric stay up late for several days to formulate tactics before the game. Kyle knew very well that he would definitely not be able to do this.

So whether it's for the team or to make it easier for myself, it's better to leave the position of captain to someone else.

Kyle guessed that the new captain was either Will or Grace. The latter was more likely. That girl, like Cedric, was an avid Quidditch fan. Her enthusiasm for Quidditch was even exceeded his own performance.

Let's put it this way, if the exam and Quidditch match were on the same day, she would give up the exam without hesitation.

As for the President of the Boys' Student Council, let alone...Kyle assigned the task of being the prefect to Cedric.

I think Dumbledore must have known this, so he didn't send the badge.

The fact that Kyle did not get the title of Head Boy and Quidditch Captain was not a big topic at Grimmauld Place Twelve, and everyone discussed it all day long.

However, when Fred and George learned about this, they were not as surprised as others.

"Kyle can walk away in the Ministry of Magic, why should he care about a boy student union president." Fred said nonchalantly.

"Just look at Percy," George said. "He's the student body president, but it's not about listening to Kyle just yet."

Although Percy has apologized and obtained the forgiveness of the Weasleys, Fred and George have never given him a good look. When they meet at the Ministry of Magic, they usually pretend not to see it, just like Like a stranger.

In the words of the two of them, "Based on the stupid things Percy had done before, not going up and beating him up was their greatest restraint."

But no matter what, after hearing what they said, others also reacted.

Yes, as the youngest senior assistant minister of the Ministry of Magic, Kyle has made and participated in many major decisions. It seems that there is really no need to be the president of the boys' student union.

So everyone's conversation quickly shifted to the new book list and the course selections of Harry and the others.

"Which courses are you going to take, Harry?" Ron looked at his grade list, "My grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are pretty good, and Transfiguration just meets Professor McGonagall's requirements."

"These are all necessary." Hermione said from the side: "You don't want to give up the Transfiguration class."

"Of course not, although Professor McGonagall is really strict..." Ron said, he turned around and looked, "Hermione, why did you choose Potions class?"

"Of course, potions are as important as transfiguration!" Hermione said without raising her head: "In fact, I will not give up as long as I can take the class."

"I don't think so." Ron muttered under his breath, "I'm definitely not going to Snape's class anyway."

"Me too." Harry nodded in agreement.

Since the first grade, he had dreamed of one day getting rid of Snape and no longer going to the dark underground classroom. Now that he finally got his wish, he naturally wouldn't make himself unhappy.

"I advise you to think again." Kyle, who was chatting with Charlie, raised his head and glanced at them, "There should be big changes in the Potions class this year. Even if you decide not to choose it now, you will make up for it later. "

"Snape can still force us to choose his class?" Ron said incredulously, raising his voice.

"It's not Snape, it's something else." Kyle said, "But trust me, it's definitely not wrong."

"What is it? Do you know the inside information?" Ron asked.

But this time Kyle didn't answer him, he just calmly ate the baked potatoes in front of him.

"I said..." Ron's face fell and he looked at Kyle angrily, "You people who work in the Ministry of Magic don't like to finish your words."

"You didn't know until now?" Fred couldn't help laughing.

"This is an old tradition in the wizarding world." George raised his eyebrows.

Ron was even more upset, but no one spoke up for him, not even Mr. Weasley. It seemed that the angrier he was, the happier everyone else at the table was.

Harry next to him hesitated for a while, but still chose to believe Kyle, and made a mark behind "Advanced Potion Making" on the book list.

"Wait a minute Harry, have you decided to take Potions class too?" Ron said in shock. He didn't expect that even his most solid allies would rebel.

"Just buy one more book." Harry shrugged and said, "Anyway, my potions score doesn't meet Snape's requirements. He will definitely not let me take classes."

"Isn't this a waste of galleons?" Ron didn't understand even more.

But seeing that Harry had made up his mind, he still sighed, made a mark on his book list, and muttered in a low voice: "I must be crazy, I don't know if there are books I haven't read yet." Can you sell it at the original price..."