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There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort\'s hoarse voice, obviously surprised by the efficiency of his right-hand man.

"I used the Imperius Curse on Diggory." Yaxley respectfully handed the letter to Voldemort, "but I can\'t be sure if it was a trap, after all that Mudblood is very cunning, Lucius and Lestrange The whole family was planted in his hands, and this may also be a trap to lure us into the bait."

"You want to use that old woman to determine if this is a trap?"

After Voldemort glanced at the contents of the letter, he threw the letter directly into the fireplace and let it burn to ashes in the flames.

"Yes, my master."

"Go and bring her." Voldemort\'s tone paused, "Oh, by the way, I think you should have captured her family as well."

"They\'ve been caught. Dementors are watching over them," Yaxley said.

"Very well, I would like to see if the old woman can still refuse so strongly." Voldemort sneered.

Soon, Yaxley pushed a wheelchair to the hall. Sitting in the wheelchair was Cassandra Vabraski, the master of prophecy who disappeared from St. Mungo\'s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries a while ago.

"Do as I just said."

A crystal ball was placed in front of the aged prophet by Yaxley.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment his fingers touched the crystal ball, the dense fog on the crystal ball spun like a vortex.

It\'s just that when the fog stopped spinning, there was still a thick fog in sight.

"Failed?"

Yaxley stared at the crystal ball, frowning slightly.

"Failed, the accuracy of divination and prophecy is not high, otherwise the prophecy hall in the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic would have been filled with prophecy balls." There was a trace of contempt and sarcasm in the old man\'s tone, she was begging for death .

Cassandra has known her own destiny since falling into the hands of Voldemort, she has lived too long and has little reverence for death.

If it wasn\'t for the last time Voldemort threatened her relatives, Cassandra wouldn\'t have bothered with them at all.

"lie."

Voldemort turned his armchair and looked at the old woman indifferently. "No one can deceive me."

"When you were in school, you must have failed your divination class." Cassandra sneered mercilessly. "As long as you know divination, you will know how low the success rate of divination and prophecy is. Of course, I have something You can be sure that you will be defeated by Harry Potter in the future."

"If you want to die, you also need my permission." Voldemort stared indifferently at the old woman in front of him, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, "You didn\'t intend to prophesy for me at all. It doesn\'t matter, I won\'t torture you, But I can torture your daughters, sons, grandsons, I\'ve already had all your family arrested, maybe you\'ll want to meet them."

Before Cassandra waited too long, she saw a group of dementors walking into the hall with a few terrified wizards.

"If you\'re still that stubborn and don\'t want to do divination for me, I\'ll torture them to death in front of you." Voldemort raised his wand and used the Cruciatus Curse on one of the middle-aged wizards, screaming shrilly. And panic screams filled the entire hall.

"Quiet," Voldemort sneered. "If you die, I don\'t mind having them buried with you."

"You are like this, let me divination for you!"

Cassandra was completely desperate after seeing her relatives. She threw a crystal ball at Voldemort in anger, stood up from her wheelchair and rushed towards Voldemort, but lost her balance and fell to the ground because of her age.

"Help her up," Voldemort ordered grimly.

Yaxley helped the old man back into the chair and placed a new crystal ball in front of her.

"Now, tell me what I want to know."

"What do you want to know?"

Cassandra\'s voice trembled, trying to keep herself from looking at her family as much as possible.

"Tell me where Albert Anderson is," Voldemort ordered. "I want to know where that Mudblood is hiding."

Cassandra put her hand on the crystal ball, her eyes widened, and she murmured, "Failed."

The prophecy failed.

As if to confirm her words, Cassandra performed another divination and saw Albert appearing in a forest.

Then, no more.

"You know, my patience is limited, maybe, I should remind you of the situation." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at a middle-aged woman.

"Stop, I really can\'t find Albert\'s location." Cassandra shouted at Voldemort, "I don\'t need to cheat at all..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light filled the hall, and the middle-aged woman fell to the ground with empty eyes.

A panicked scream followed.

"You lunatic, utter lunatic."

Cassandra stretched his hand around his chest, looking at his dead granddaughter. She regretted it completely, regretted that she didn\'t leave the UK at the beginning, and regretted why she didn\'t die sooner, so that her family would not be affected.

"Tell me what I want to know, I think you don\'t want to..."

"Kill you if you want!"

Cassandra will look away from her granddaughter and stare at Voldemort with hatred. "You never intended to let us live anyway, so don\'t expect me to help you predict."

Cassandra\'s indifference was somewhat unexpected by Voldemort, and he was equally unhappy at being challenged to his authority.

Those who dare to do so will have to pay for it.

Voldemort raised his wand at a wizard and tortured him with the Cruciatus in front of Cassandra until he fell to the ground, dying.

"Why not continue?"

Cassandra was indifferent to this, and made Yaxley a little surprised.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light flashed, and Harry Potter, who was far away in the dormitory of Hogwarts and Gryffindor Tower, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. inside.

Voldemort killed.

Harry put his hand over his forehead, trying to recall the scene he had seen in his dream, however, it seemed that something had become blurred.

"What a terrible morning!"

Hearing the rain outside, Harry lay back on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Dreams seem to be disappearing from memory.

After he reopened his eyes, the sky outside was a little brighter, the rain was still falling, his roommates were all up, and everyone was changing clothes and preparing to have breakfast.

On the way to the hall, Harry told Hermione and Ron about the dream he had last night.

"Harry, you should shut down your brain." Hermione grabbed Harry\'s arm nervously, and said with a worried face, "Dumbledore definitely wants you to shut down your brain and stop letting You-Know-Who affects you. !"

"Hermione, it\'s not as bad as you think, and Dumbledore doesn\'t think Voldemort will try to pry into my brain anymore," Harry comforted softly.

Although he didn\'t know if it was credible, Dumbledore must have a reason for saying that.

Moreover, Harry didn\'t think this kind of thing was so bad, at least he knew what Voldemort was doing, and gathering intelligence was very important.

"It looks like he killed someone to warn another person."

Harry tried to recall what he had dreamed about last night, "but it didn\'t seem to work very well, I could feel his anger, and the guy seemed to be... angry."

"Who do you think can make You-Know-Who angry." Ron was a little curious about who that person was.

"I guess I know who You-Know-Who is threatening." Hermione said suddenly.

"Who is it?" The two said in unison.

"Cassandra Vabraski."

Hermione took out yesterday\'s newspaper from her backpack.

"The prophecy master and her relatives seem to have disappeared for no apparent reason."

"Cassandra Vabrsky?" Harry repeated the name, always sounding familiar.

"The author," Hermione reminded.

"What did Voldemort want to know through prophecy?"

"Perhaps, I should tell Dumbledore about it, if Voldemort is really up to something... oh, don\'t do that, Ron."

Harry felt helpless that Ron was terrified when he heard Voldemort\'s name.

"Sorry Harry, but it\'s not for nothing that everyone is afraid of You-Know-Who." Ron was already brave, and he was much less reactive than most people when they heard "Voldemort", "and, even Anderson I won\'t call the mysterious person by name, I don\'t think so..."

Ron\'s words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the owl that fell in front of him.

"You really thought Anderson would be afraid of Voldemort, no, that guy didn\'t care about Voldemort at all." Harry felt that Albert didn\'t say the name because he was afraid, but he was too lazy to change it.

Muggle-born wizards weren\'t really afraid of Voldemort, at least not so scared that they didn\'t even dare to say their name.

Hermione is a ready-made example.

The reason she didn\'t say Voldemort was because everyone around was afraid of the name.

Ron pretended not to hear Harry\'s words, took the letter from the owl, and immediately opened it and read it when he realized that it was actually a letter sent to him by George.

"Any questions?"

Noticing Ron\'s expression, Harry asked immediately, thinking he thought there was some bad news in the letter.

"Fred and George said that if our DA party is too busy, we can ask Cedric to come and help organize the event." Ron handed the letter to Harry and whispered, "I don\'t know what they\'re thinking. what."

"I remember that Cedric seemed to be an assistant at Mr. Weasley\'s. Has he resigned?" Hermione also didn\'t understand what they wanted to do.

"I don\'t know, but I think there must be something going on that we don\'t know about." After Harry quickly read the contents of the letter, he handed it to Hermione and said, "I think Albert seems to be interested in raising Hogwarts. Defence Against the Dark Arts skills of Ts\' students."

This kind of behavior seems quite abnormal to Harry, even if it is an excuse to help him develop so-called supporters, and Cedric has left school, how can he return to Hogwarts?

Do you use the secret passages of Hogwarts?

Of course Fred and George knew the location of those secret passages, but was it really necessary to do so to such an extent?

"By the way, there\'s this thing in the envelope," Ron handed Harry a piece of metal.

"Newsletter bookmarks."

Hermione could see at a glance what was in Ron\'s hand, and she also had something similar there, which could be used to communicate with the other half of the person who had the communication bookmark, and the magic gold coin was a simplified version of this thing.

"I think they meant that they could contact through the newsletter bookmarks and discuss the DA party together." Ron said to Harry after confirming that there was nothing else in the envelope, "After all, there are still a lot of people at this party. too busy."

"I also think it\'s a good idea, and it would be best if Cedric could help so I don\'t have to worry about the DA party." Harry also thinks it\'s a good idea, and he doesn\'t really want to be in the DA. He spent too much time at the party, and now it\'s good to have someone to help him share the pressure.

As for what Albert wanted to do, Harry didn\'t care either.

He wasn\'t really busy anyway.

No way, the number of people joining the DA party was staggering, even with the help of Ron and Hermione. What\'s more, the level of Ron and Hermione\'s defense against the dark arts can only be regarded as average. They also need to learn. He can\'t let him teach a bunch of people by himself. It\'s not realistic at all, unless the previous teaching mode is restored. , separate the members to teach.

"How should this thing be used?"

Harry handed the newsletter bookmark to Hermione and asked how to use it.

"I think I can get Fred and George to come with me, maybe I can learn something useful from them."

"Harry..."

Hermione saw Harry\'s intention at a glance, and reminded kindly, "I think you should host the DA party yourself."

"Of course I\'ll be there in person, but you can\'t expect me to be the first person to teach everyone." Harry took out the list of DA parties from his school bag, "At present, the number of people who have attended the reason has exceeded 60, and the number is still It keeps increasing, do you really think I can do it all by myself?"

"But I think there must be some purpose for Fred and George to do this," Hermione reminded. "Perhaps, what purpose does Albert have."

"Maybe, they plan to pull up a team from the students to fight against the mysterious man." Ron looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, and then lowered his voice and said, "I heard that they seem to be planning to re-form the Defense Association."

"You would actually think that Albert would expect a group of underage children to stand up against the mysterious man." Hermione thought Ron\'s words were quite absurd, and sneered sharply. Is everyone dead?"

"I think it\'s very possible that many adult wizards are very timid, on the contrary, the students in the school are more courageous. As long as they are properly trained, they are not much worse than the so-called adults, or even have an advantage. After all, their ability to learn Stronger." Harry agrees with Ron\'s words, Hogwarts students are braver and more courageous to resist than wizards in the wizarding world.

"Cough cough."

Seeing that Hermione seemed to want to say something, Ron quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Neville said this morning that he saw Cedric in the school hospital yesterday."

"Didn\'t Cedric graduate? Why is he in the school hospital?"

"Maybe we can visit him sometime, if he\'s in the school hospital." Harry thought it was getting weirder, maybe he should go and ask Cedric what was going on.

After the morning deformation course, the three hurried to the school hospital.

"We\'re here to visit Cedric, I heard he seems to be..." Hermione explained to the sullen Madam Pomfrey.

"Mr. Diggory sneaked away yesterday."

Madam Pomfrey was even more dissatisfied when she talked about this matter. In her opinion, Cedric had to be hospitalized for at least two days for observation. After all, he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and should have stayed to check carefully. As a result, the guy slipped away quietly. .

"Why is Cedric at school?"

Harry tried to inquire about some news, but was thrown out of the school hospital by Madam Pomfrey, who was in a bad mood.

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