Chapter 524 Why Do I Sound Like a Death Eater?

"I don't think those two dementors were sent by Voldemort. If he has found out my address, he has already broken into the Dursley's house with a large group of Death Eaters... But who else would want to think about it besides him? Who else is there to deal with me?"

"I'm really irritable, Loren, do you understand? I'm like a slug struggling in a hot crucible. I'd rather be ground into mincemeat immediately than to continue to be so confused and unclear. Hide here."

Harry groaned in pain: "Mr. Weasley wrote and told me not to leave the Dursley's house, and Sirius also told me not to leave this house under any circumstances, oh..."

"I think that's what Dumbledore meant," Hermione said softly.

"I know, I know..." Harry spoke faster, and his anxiety seemed to be transmitted through the phone line, "But what's the use of hiding here? I really don't understand. Do they think that if Voldemort finds this place, this will happen?" Can this house and the Dursleys stop those Death Eaters? They don't even know magic."

"Don't say that name," Loren warned.

"What?"

"That person cast a spell on his name and had some feeling for the person who chanted the name."

"Yes...really?" Harry's voice was choked, as if a lump of ice cubes dug out from the bottom of the refrigerator were stuck in his throat, making his heart feel cold.

Hermione was also surprised, she didn't expect such magic.

After a long silence, Harry gradually regained his senses, took a deep breath, calmed down, and made a slightly hoarse voice from his dry throat: "I'm sorry, Loren, I lost control. This feeling is about to torture my brain." I'm conscious. I'm obviously the one at the center of the storm, but I have no way of seeing my surroundings clearly..."

Hermione put her ear against the receiver, listening to the bitter apology from the boy whose voice was changing, and pursed her lips without saying a word.

"Dumbledore asked everyone to keep you a secret... also to protect you..." Loren said slowly, "After all, you can collude at any time. I mean, there is a wonderful relationship between you and the mysterious person. In the past, you always wanted to use this connection to spy on that party's intelligence. We have discussed the disadvantages of this idea. Now that he has regained his powerful magic power, he may use this connection in turn at any time... You don't want to do it yourself. Tell the truth to the mysterious man, right?"

"..."

Harry listened to the half-joking and half-comforting words on the other end of the receiver, and felt a little throbbing pain in the scar on his forehead. What does it mean to collude with a mysterious person, and what does it mean to inform a mysterious person in person? It sounds like he is some kind of senior Death Eater.

"I will definitely master Occlumency as soon as possible!"

"Good luck to you."

Loren is not very optimistic about him. After all, he started practicing two years in advance, but he has not achieved any results so far. From a certain point of view, Occlumency is not suitable for emotional wizards. This is a matter of compatibility, not talent and hard work.

Is there any other way to cut off contact...

Loren looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought.

Hermione took the phone and said, "Harry, what are you going to do next?"

"What else can we do? Continue to stay at the Dursley's." Harry's voice was dejected.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Hermione decided to express her speculation: "I think...by the time your birthday is over, Harry, you should be able to leave the Dursleys."

"But they didn't mean..."

"That's to use your blood to continue the asylum magic left by your mother. You need to stay there for one month every year. After that, Dumbledore will definitely take you to a safer place for protection."

"Very good!"

After listening to the chirping and cheering over there for a while, she hung up the phone. Hermione put down the phone and leaned into Loren's arms a little tiredly: "Harry is right, the dementors were not sent by... the mysterious man, but... It's the Ministry of Magic. They are the only ones who can order the dementors now, and I am certain that this was done by Cornelius Fudge or Dolores Umbridge..."

At this point, Hermione punched the sofa angrily: "Can't they see anything but power? I would believe it if they were under the Imperius Curse, but not!"

Loren read slowly: "Maybe they believed it, at least they hesitated for a few seconds, but they didn't care."

"The Ministry of Magic should really get rid of their positions. The current system is too problematic!"

"Let's wait until you become the Minister of Magic..."

"I'm not kidding you!"

"Neither do I……"

After talking about the trouble, the two of them were still in a calm mood. In any case, Fudge and Umbridge at least did not dare to publicly plot to kill Harry. In fact, if they and Harry were put on the duel stage, it was not certain who would stand up and walk out... The two of them had no name to use the Ministry of Magic. The Auror who wanted to arrest Harry could only secretly summon dementors, inhuman creatures that could not speak.

Loren and Hermione discussed it for a while, and finally decided to write a letter to Dumbledore.

…

The fourth Friday in July, the day before regular staff at the Ministry of Magic go on holiday.

Before leaving get off work, three people from the minister's office got together to check the documents.

Bertha Jorkins stood beside the desk, her eyes dull, but her ears perked up quietly, carefully eavesdropping on the conversation between Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge and Minister Cornelius Fudge, because she had made a few jokes a few days ago, and the two ministers completely thought she was a brainless idiot, and had already planned to let her do odd jobs in the office.

But only she knew that those things were not caused by her lack of memory, but she recalled the secrets of several employees that were once unknown to others, and she was in a trance and lost her composure, which made her laugh.

After signing the routine documents for the weekend, Fudge put down his feather pen and looked at the smiling senior undersecretary opposite him:

"Dolores."

Umbridge stopped writing and looked up at him.

Fudge looked at her deeply, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Azkaban submitted the work documents for July. They said that you had been to the prison in person and took away two Dementors. These two Dementors showed signs of fighting after returning to the island."

Umbridge's smile faded, and she glanced at Jorkins who was dazed beside her, and said in a pretentious and delicate voice, "Yes, after I left that day, I did go to Azkaban and gave orders to the two dirty things."

Fudge couldn't help asking, "Didn't I reject that proposal? Why did you disobey my order? Aren't you afraid that it would ruin our reputation? Don't forget Crouch's lesson!"

"Dear Minister..." Umbridge flattered "I just wanted to solve the problem for you completely. I admit that I made a mistake of being self-righteous, but this also happened to prove Dumbledore's sinister plan."

"What do you mean?"

"The two Dementors were injured and fled back to Azkaban, but the traces left by Hogwarts were not touched, and we did not receive any lawsuit against Harry Potter for violating the "Act on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards", which means that other wizards saved him."

"Dumbledore?"

"Not him." Umbridge shook her head, "Don't you understand yet? Dumbledore assigned wizards we don't know to hide around Potter. They belong to his forces, forces we don't know."

Fudge looked furious.

"He has been using Hogwarts to cultivate his power. He wants to seize your power, and even...even overthrow the rule of the Ministry of Magic! Fortunately, I noticed this in time, and we can do this..."

Jorkins glanced at the minister who was fooled around, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

...

Hampstead Garden.

The last day of July.

Dumbledore's reply finally arrived.

After not seeing him for a few days, the spectacled owl Hanhan had become noticeably rounder, but he could still land lightly on the window sill, with shiny and smooth feathers and a thick letter in his beak. The envelope had the familiar Hogwarts logo.

Loren took the envelope and glanced at it. With a thought in his mind, he flipped the envelope open with his fingers and found two pieces of parchment inside, one for Hermione and one for him.

He put away the letter to Hermione and opened his own letter:

"Dear Loren:

I know you may be eagerly waiting for my reply, but I am afraid I cannot send the letter out immediately - the Ministry of Magic has taken some surveillance on Hogwarts. The school board persuaded by Fudge and Umbridge, or the Death Eaters in the school board, are cooperating with them. There are also Death Eaters in the surveillance staff of the Ministry of Magic.

Fortunately, we are well prepared. Your kindness has made us gain another friend in the Ministry of Magic.

Minerva rejected many opinions, but in order to avoid wasting the power of the same position before the real war begins, I persuaded Minerva to make some concessions. This letter is mailed to the freshmen admission The notice was sent.

I learned about Harry's encounter with the Dementors. Your far-sighted vision saved a lot of unnecessary trouble. You know what I'm talking about. Trace avoided a troublesome trial...

Now, there is one more thing that needs your help. The specific matters will be discussed in detail when we meet.

Finally, I wish you a happy birthday in advance.

PS: Please go to the Dursleys' house on the afternoon of the next Thursday. Alastor will bring people to escort Harry to a safe place. You can come together. The birthday present will be delayed for you. "

Loren saw the last sentence and remembered that today was Harry's birthday. He picked up the owl on the window sill and walked into the house.

"Gu?" Hanhan tilted his head.

"Look at you, I haven't seen you so fat in a few days. It's just right to bring a candy gift bag to Privet Drive to send birthday wishes."

"Gu!" The little guy widened his eyes, as if blaming someone for abusing the owl and going out to work again just after returning.

"Well, Little Whinging is very close. At your speed, you can fly there in an hour."

"Coo-coo!"

"It's not far at all. It's always this distance. Sometimes you have to look for your own reasons. Have you worked hard to exercise and control your diet over the years..."

Having a chatterbox, he sent Hanhan to send blessings to Privet Drive with a candy gift bag, while Loren himself delivered Hermione's letter to the next door.

That night, several parents knew that they were about to leave, and they kept nagging and worrying about them, saying that they could continue to go to magic school in the future, and that if it was too dangerous, they should stay at home, go to ordinary middle school first, and take college entrance exams, and they could still return to the magic world in the future.

"At most, I can take a few years off..."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger kept nagging from the time dinner was served until they finished dessert, but they were still persuaded by Grandpa Bates to help the two pack their luggage, and then watched them put a bunch of things into the pendant.

In the next two days, Monica kept the two of them busy buying clothes for the new year. Wendell and Grandpa Bates became drivers and free laborers, following the three of them every day carrying large and small bags.

It wasn't until August 6th that the five of them had some free time and found a restaurant to celebrate Loren's birthday.

A Victorian style restaurant, nice to look at but not tasty.

After the meal, Monica picked up the candles and placed them on the cake one by one, carefully avoiding the fruits and chocolates on it. She turned around and asked: "Loren, Hermione, you are not going back to school on August 10th, are you?" Go to your principal’s house first and help with some work, right?”

Hermione handed over a candle: "It shouldn't be the principal's home, and I'm not sure if it's the school. The letter just said a safe place."

"Then are you going home before school starts?"

"I probably won't come back. I might come back during the Christmas vacation."

"I said the same thing in the first two years, but in the end, I didn't really come back in either year."

"Isn't this an unexpected situation?" Loren took the spoon and quietly reached out to scrape the cream and honey on the side of the cake. He took it back and took a sip, narrowing his eyes with satisfaction.

Just when he was about to take another spoonful, Bates glanced at him and slapped the back of his hand.

Loren immediately turned around and argued unconvincingly: "Can't I eat my birthday cake?"

"Not now." Bates said in a calm voice.

"..."

Loren didn't bother with him, came to sit down next to Hermione, and played with her about the restaurant's special low-temperature fruit-scented candles: "It smells sweet, can it be eaten?"

"Can't."

Hermione handed Monica a candle, glanced at his expression, and knew that today's dish was not to his taste, so she took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to him, and saw that he was playing with the candle with both hands. After a moment of silence, he tore open the package and fed it into his mouth.

"Well……"

Handmade chocolate, the sweetness is a bit light, but the cocoa flavor is rich.

Loren rubbed the girl's fingers desperately, and then nimbly dodged and slapped her, a set of movements that were smoother than chocolate.

Bates watched with twitching eyes.

Even though this boy was his own, he felt that he couldn't stand it, especially since the girl's parents were still placing birthday candles for him. If he was caught and beaten, he wouldn't have the nerve to stop him.

After reacting, he quickly pulled the brat to the corner next to him and whispered sadly: "What did you just do? I want to beat you up when I see you. I've told you many times, stop teasing Hermione!"

Loren actually felt ashamed for a moment.