Chapter 926 Unknown Power

"You mean, Bird is Voldemort's trick, and he is controlled by Malfoy with the Imperius Curse?" Fan Lin asked, "Then what does he want to get? Did you see it. Harry?"

"No, I don't know..." Harry shook his head, "But what they want is..."

"Weapons?" Ron said in surprise, "What weapons does the Ministry of Magic have that he needs? You-Know-Who?"

"I think it is like this, but I can't tell what it is exactly..." Fan Lin hesitated, but in the end he didn't tell what Voldemort was looking for, because this in itself gave him the illusion that a prophecy ball was worthy of him. Leaving early for the Ministry of Magic? Risking everyone finding out?

"So... when Bird tried to steal that weapon, something happened. I think there must be some kind of defensive spell on it to stop others from touching it. So he ended up in St. Mungo's Hospital, and his brain was weird The ground became empty and nothing could be said. But remember what the healer told us? He was healing and they couldn't bring him back, I mean, what happened when he went to steal the weapon? It shocked him, and even the Imperius Curse didn't work. Once he could speak, he would explain what happened, right? Then they would know that he was ordered to steal the weapon, of course. It is easy for Hughes Malfoy to cast a spell on him, so he has been at the Ministry of Magic, right?" Fan Lin said after sorting out what happened.

"Yes, he was hanging around the day of my hearing," said Harry. "Just - wait a minute," he said slowly, "he was in the corridors of the Ministry of Magic that day! Your dad said he must have been a thief. Listen to my hearing, but..."

"Sturgis!" Fan Lin paused and thought of a name.

"What?" Ron asked confused.

"Sturgis Portmore!" Fanlin said, "He was arrested because he tried to enter a door! Malfoy must have gone to find him! I think, when you saw him that day, he Just about to do that, Harry. Sturgis had Moody's invisibility cloak, remember? He was invisible if he was guarding the door, and Malfoy heard him move - or guess who it was. There - or the Imperius Curse had just been cast on him - so the next time Sturgis went on guard duty, he tried to get into the Ministry to steal the weapon for Voldemort - but he was caught. and was sent to Azkaban."

"Now Lockwood told Voldemort how to get that weapon?" Fan Lin asked doubtfully, if it was the method of obtaining the prophecy ball, then where did Lockwood know about it.

"I didn't hear all the conversation, so that sounds like it," Harry said. "Lockwood used to work there. Maybe Voldemort asked him to steal?"

"That should be it, so to speak..." Ron hesitated, "There are more Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic than I thought..."

"Don't tell other people yet, Harry." Fan Lin said, "Let this matter rot in your stomach. I will inform the Order of the Phoenix to resolve the rest."

"Are you going to be contacted by Voldemort?" Harry asked, "If so..."

"You should know, Harry, that under Voldemort's hands, neither you nor I have any room to fight back. Not dying is the luckiest thing. I will tell Dumbledore about this..."

"Wait, that's not the case." Harry said, "Voldemort is much more terrifying now. Compared to when he was first resurrected, I feel more..."

"What's more?" Fan Lin's heart skipped a beat, "What is that?"

"I don't know..." Harry closed his eyes and tried hard to remember what Voldemort had said.

"He said... before those vampires complete their mission... he still... he still needs the help of the Death Eater..."

"Strange, work? What is that? Do you feel anything?"

"Cold..." Harry recalled, "lifeless, as if dead. It felt like Voldemort, but at the same time incompatible with Voldemort..."

Fan Lin's heart sank. Is this what Voldemort gained? More power?

Fan Lin has experienced that feeling. There is no doubt that this power will have a fatal attraction for Voldemort.

Regarding the God of Death, what Voldemort is doing now is to control death?

It seems that he and Dumbledore pushed Voldemort onto a more dangerous path. The fear of death turned into the pursuit of the power of death?

"It's a kind of...power..." Harry said uncertainly, "It's like running out of my body, but it feels weird..."

"It's not integrated enough," Fan Lin said, "Maybe it's some unknown method of Voldemort, like black magic..."

"But this is much scarier than the black magic itself." Harry said anxiously, "Or is this all under the control of the Order of the Phoenix, and are you prepared for it?"

"Preparation?" Fan Lin thought about Dumbledore, "Maybe, but this is not something we should worry about. Harry, what you need now is to forget these things as much as possible, otherwise Professor Snape will never I'll let you go."

"You mean Occlumency?" Harry said, "That's useless at all. Instead, I..."

"No, it's different, Harry." Fan Lin shook his head and said, "By mastering Occlumency, you can reduce Voldemort's perception of you and experience his emotions quietly. Do you think that is more beneficial? "

"Master it..."

"So, before that, Harry, please don't think about anything." Fan Lin said.

"I'll try my best," Harry said, "but I'm not sure I can."

"You should believe in yourself, just like we believe in you."

"Trust me as well?"

In fact, even Harry didn't believe himself, he'd been practicing this for long enough, and this was probably the worst spell he'd ever learned.

Fortunately, after Fan Lin emptied his brain with the help of Fan Lin, all the troubles from Voldemort disappeared. If it weren't for the faintly painful scar that reminded Harry all the time, Harry would even think that he was cold and cold before. The figure has never appeared in my mind.

However, this calm did not last long. The next day, Harry still had to go to the dark basement to receive Snape's private Occlumency instruction.

This was probably the last thing Harry wanted to do besides Umbridge's confinement. (To be continued)