Chapter 212 The Local Wizard Is so Rude

"I have a bold idea."

In the corridor of Hogwarts Castle, two senior students were lying on the fence pole on the third floor of the stepladder patio, winking and talking.

One is taller and the other is short. Their faces have lost the childishness of young wizards, and they have thin beards on their chins. At the age when they are about to graduate, if it were not for the Hogwarts school robes on their bodies, they would look like adult wizards. Not much different.

"Don't you like Miss Boles from Ravenclaw House?" the tall student said in a low voice, "I heard that she plans to leave the UK after graduation and go to France to develop."

"Yes, obviously, because of this, she rejected me." The short man said sadly.

"I'm thinking I mean, in this case, maybe there's a magic potion that could do the trick."

"You mean the love potion?" The short man was startled and his eyes widened: "No, I won't do such a thing! I mean, this is illegal!"

"Why do you think so! I don't want to enter Azkaban just after graduation!" The tall man winked. "I have a method that is harmless to others but allows you to get what you want."

"any solution?"

"I said it, a magic potion. You must know, a compound potion."

"Compound potion?"

"This potion can turn people into other people from the physical level, can't it?" The tall man whispered: "I mean, not just the face."

The short man looked shocked, but then quickly became complicated.

"Are you willing to do this? I mean, wouldn't it be a little weird?"

"We are good brothers!" The tall man patted his chest: "Besides, I also have someone I like."

The two looked at each other and smiled strangely.

At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded from behind, which made the two of them suddenly excited. They quickly calmed down and turned their heads to look.

Professor Umbridge was seen walking towards the two of them with a gloomy face.

"It's over!" The two of them suddenly turned pale and were too frightened to move. From this distance, Umbridge must have heard what they just said.

But surprisingly, Umbridge ignored them and didn't even look at them. She walked down the stepladder with a worried look.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

"What luck, it looks like she didn't hear it."

"Umbridge looks a little strange."

"Is it any wonder that she doesn't have this expression every day?"

"No, she looks a little...scared?"

"You're overthinking it. Let's study where to get the ingredients for the compound potion."

Divination class professor's office.

Tang Sen put down the crystal pendant on his wrist and thought silently in his heart.

"It would be dangerous to let Umbridge go."

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After reciting silently seven times, Tang Sen opened his eyes and saw the pendant rotating clockwise at a slow speed.

This means the risk is low.

The expected result, based on Townsend's understanding of Umbridge, was that the other party was purely a bully and afraid of the strong. Under the psychological pressure he created to press forward step by step, and the image of a nearly omniscient diviner he created, he finally... At least in the current situation, Umbridge did not dare to act rashly.

Of course, Tang Sen himself also knew that the diviner was not as powerful as he described. He could indeed see a certain future and the past, but this required sufficient information to support it, and the more difficult the fortune telling, the more difficult it was to predict the future. The more spirituality is consumed.

"Umbridge cannot stay for too long. This kind of person will succumb to me out of fear, and she will succumb to others out of fear. She is not stable."

"But for now there is still a point for her to stay at Hogwarts."

Compared to a Hogwarts that is completely controlled by Dumbledore, Townsend is more willing to face the current situation and let Voldemort and Umbridge resist part of the firepower for him——

How could Tang Sen not know that Dumbledore had doubts about him? He was very sure that if it weren't for the current situation, he wouldn't have been so happy in the castle.

Tang Sen conducted several more divination attempts to confirm that the current situation was still planned, and then he put away the crystal pendant.

"The news I released in class will probably be met with a lot of refutation, questioning and even anger."

"However, controversy is the best way to spread the word. My name will be known to most wizards in the UK."

Tang Sen narrowed his eyes: "Next, we just need to wait for the bullet to fly for a while."

"My identity as a fortune teller can be established."

He grabbed a handful of floo powder and disappeared into the fireplace with green flames.

The British wizarding community is not a very large one. Almost as night fell, most of the parents of Hogwarts students had already received the news of what happened in Hogwarts today.

Contrary to the students, the first feeling of some parents was not fear, but anger.

They would not believe their children's words and believe that there really was such a magical divination. In their opinion, this was obviously a deliberately fabricated statement.

Perhaps the new Divination professor intends to gain fame for himself in this way, or perhaps it is because he was instructed by Dumbledore to counterattack the recent reports about Hogwarts in the Daily Prophet— —

Parents believe the latter more.

But no matter what the purpose of this divination class professor was, he should not involve the students and take advantage of their blind trust.

Report letters flew towards the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts like a tidal wave, including some parents who spoke fiercely and even directly sent snarling letters.

Of course, there are also some parents who have recognized the remarks of Dumbledore and Harry Potter and have natural trust in this news. Many parents have written to the Ministry of Magic to convey this prophecy, hoping that the Ministry of Magic will handle it carefully. Prevent accidents in Azkaban.

In short, a prophecy in the Divination class made the British wizarding world, which was originally undercurrent, as lively as a pot of cold water was poured on it. Even those wizards who did not have children studying at Hogwarts began to Get involved in this conversation.

At this time, one parent was in panic.

Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.

In fact, he was among the last few people to know the news. Although he had a son who studied at Hogwarts and even experienced the divination class on the spot, his poor son had to clean up after class. In the bathroom in the castle, there was no time to write him a letter to inform him. It was not until the dinner in the evening that he suddenly learned the news.

"The mysterious man will attack Azkaban in the near future."

When Lucius heard this, his hands and feet were simply cold. Others would dispute and doubt this prophecy, but he was a Death Eater. Not only did he know about this plan, but he also provided funds and intelligence. Helped.

Most importantly, according to plan, the operation will begin tomorrow night.

He could be sure that apart from Voldemort himself and the several Death Eaters who would personally participate in the operation, only he, the person in charge of logistics, knew the news, and those Death Eaters had been following Voldemort in the past few days. around.

Now that the news has spread to everyone in the wizarding world, what will Voldemort think?

Think a soothsayer foresaw his actions?

Maybe so. After all, Voldemort's last failure was because of a prophecy, and he would believe in the existence of divination.

However, before verifying the authenticity of the divination, the other party will never ignore another possibility - someone has leaked the news.

And among all the people who know the news, the only one who is likely to do this is undoubtedly himself.

Thinking of this, Lucius felt a chill rising straight up from his tailbone. His hands and feet were cold. His face turned pale, and he quickly left the dinner party. He barely bothered to cover up, waved his wand, and disappeared with Apparition. In place.

The next moment, he appeared in the courtyard of a gloomy mansion in the suburbs.

Pushing open the creaking door and walking up the dark and slippery stairs, Lucius could already hear the discussion coming from upstairs, as well as the furious shouting of a certain Death Eater.

Hiss——

In the shadow, a big snake swam over, raised its head slightly, and stared at him with its cold vertical pupils.

Lucius shuddered, quickly quickened his pace, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.

The discussion in the room stopped, someone opened the door, and then Lucius saw that on the long table in the room, everyone was looking at him, including his extremely pale skin, whose face was twisted like a snake's face Average host.

"Lucius——" His hoarse and cold voice sounded in the room: "We are discussing you."

"About the new divination professor and the prophecy"

"Master!" Lucius quickly walked to Voldemort and knelt down, lowered his head deeply, kissed the ring on the other man's hand, did not dare to raise his head, and just said: "I just learned the news, There was no delay at all, I rushed here directly.”

He could feel the cold eyes staring at him, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

He knew how cruel his master's methods were and how powerful his power was.

"Did you just find out?" A Death Eater next to him sneered: "I remember that the Malfoy family also has a precious son studying at Hogwarts. You should be the first to know."

Another Death Eater also laughed sharply: "I thought you had run away just now, maybe hiding in Hogwarts, hiding behind Dumbledore's ass."

"No!" Lucius suddenly raised his head and shouted excitedly: "Master, please believe in my loyalty, I will never betray you."

There was no expression on Voldemort's face. He just stared at Lucius with his cold eyes and said, "So, is it really a prophecy?"

"It's true!" Lucius said quickly: "Actually, I originally planned to meet with the soothsayer from the East today to test his skills and then introduce him to the master, but I didn't expect-"

His expression was distorted with fear and anger: "How dare he do such a thing, how dare he destroy the master's plan!"

"Master, don't worry, I will contact Fudge and the other school directors of Hogwarts right away to drive this person out of Hogwarts and bring him to you!"

Voldemort didn't answer him, and the whole room fell into an eerie silence.

The big snake slowly crawled over from behind, climbed up Lucius's rickety back, used his body as a ladder, and snaked around the back of the stool behind Voldemort.

After a long time, Voldemort finally leaned back on the chair again. He looked around and said softly: "So, it's another prophet."

"I'm afraid everyone will not forget the prophecy of that year, the prophecy about my failure and death."

"A lot of people, even some here, thought I had failed and that I died at the hands of a baby."

The corners of his mouth slowly opened and he let out a mocking laugh: "But I didn't, I'm back again."

"I defeated that prophecy and reversed the destined future. Now, I want to take back everything that belongs to me. If anyone dares to stop me -"

"Kill them all!" The Death Eaters responded, waving their wands excitedly, and the room suddenly lit up with green light and black mist.

"Lucius, if you don't bring that fortune teller when I see you next time, you should know the consequences."

Voldemort drew his wand.

"Yes, master!" Lucius nodded tremblingly.

"If that soothsayer is really as magical as the rumors say, I'm very curious whether he can predict the future destiny of the magic world. If he can, I think he will make a wise choice."

With that said, Voldemort pointed his wand at Lucius and chanted the curse lightly.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Lucius immediately fell to the ground, twitching in unimaginable torture, unable to even scream.

"A little lesson, Lucius." Voldemort stood up, his black robe dragging on the ground with his footsteps, "because you are late today."

He looked at the other Death Eaters and said, "Let's go. Since the plan has been exposed, let's act in advance."

"Master!" a Death Eater shouted excitedly: "Are we finally going to announce your return?"

"It's not time yet." Voldemort sneered: "I am happy to see Dumbledore entangled by the idiots from the Ministry of Magic. Now that my strength has not fully recovered, there is no need to confront him head-on."

"Master is thoughtful." The Death Eater praised: "Let that idiot Fudge hold Dumbledore back. I really don't know what kind of excuses he will use to cover up this matter this time."

Voldemort waved his wand and everyone present disappeared.

Lucius finally ended the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. He stood up weakly and unsteadily, and was about to wave his wand to apparate when he suddenly heard footsteps slowly coming up from downstairs.

The sound of footsteps was strange. As the hard heels of leather shoes stepped on the wooden stairs, there was another sound accompanying it.

Boom--boom--

Like a knock on the door, every blow hit Lucius's heartbeat.

"who!"

Lucius shouted.

No one replied to him, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Lucius gritted his teeth, activated his magic power, and waved his wand towards the door without hesitation.

"Shattered to pieces!"

The door was blown open, and among the flying wood chips, he saw a figure emerging from the darkness.

The other person was wearing a decent double-breasted dress and was holding a golden cane. His whole person was at the junction of light and darkness, and his blue pupils were calmly staring at Lucius who was standing in the room.

"Oh, am I late?"

The visitor didn't pay attention to Lucius' pale face and the wand pointed at him. He walked into the room unhurriedly and looked around.

"Sorry, I'm really not familiar with London. I was delayed for a while because I got lost. It seems that the real owner has left?"

"Who are you?" A faint light emitted from the tip of Lucius's wand.

"You haven't heard of me?" The visitor showed a disappointed expression, "It's really a pity. Although it's only half a day, I have clearly announced my arrival. The British wizard is really disappointing."

"Introduce yourself, you can call me Mr. Red, of course, I prefer another title."

"magician."

Lucius had just experienced the torture of the Cruciatus Curse, and he was under the psychological pressure of facing the torture of Voldemort if he failed to complete the task. He was not interested in listening to the speaker's long speech.

This is where Voldemort is temporarily hiding. Apart from the Death Eaters who have been following Voldemort, only he knows the location. Now that Voldemort has just left, a stranger breaks in.

Lucius gritted his teeth. He could imagine what Voldemort would think.

Damn it, it’s never over! Why is it always me who gets wronged!

Thinking of this, Lucius waved his wand directly: "Crush the heart and cut out the bones!"

The pain of being tortured and the hatred in his heart made him use the Unforgivable Curse with unprecedented power, and the red light penetrated directly into the body of the visitor.

Through?

Lucius noticed this and his heart skipped a beat. The Cruciatus Curse was not a physical attack spell. A hit was a hit, and there would be no penetration.

Unless it's empty.

He took a closer look and saw the man's figure slowly disappearing into the air.

Then he heard a sigh.

"That's not a pleasant way to say hello."

"The local wizard is so rude."

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