Almost Falling Short? A Stronger Voldemort!

"Ronald, what are you talking about!"

Mrs Weasley snapped at her son.

This summer, Lucas participated in the activities of the Order of the Phoenix.

He can say what he says in the Order of the Phoenix not only because of his great strength, but also because of his terrifying scheming mind.

Besides, Lucas has been taking good care of their family.

Not only did the twins get good jobs during the summer vacation, but even her third son, Percy, was doing well in the Ministry of Magic and knew that Lucas was behind all of this.

"Shut your mouth and sit down. Learn to trust others. If I hear you say bad things about Lucas again, I will immediately take you away from the school."

If it was the Ronald from before, he would have probably returned to his seat and played quail long ago.

But this time was different, thinking that his father might die, he felt a lot of panic and irritability in his heart: "I'm right, you discussed bringing Harry to the old house during the summer vacation."

"I later heard that Grindelwald instructed Snape to disclose Harry's whereabouts to Voldemort. Later, Harry was indeed attacked. He and Voldemort were in the same group!"

"What?" Harry was taken aback, Ron had never told himself about it.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's going on here?"

Before Dumbledore could speak, Ron answered first, "Professor Dumbledore probably doesn't know about it either."

Dumbledore didn't have much time to deal with Ronald at the moment.

He stood up and came to Harry, the Elder Wand slipped from his sleeve in an instant.

Before Harry could dodge, a powerful Memory Charm hit his head.

Dumbledore didn't know if it would help.

He just hoped that Voldemort's attention wasn't on Harry's side just now, otherwise Snape's life would be in danger.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, this is..." Ron said with a look of surprise. But before he could finish speaking, he received a solid slap on the face.

Looking at Ginny with an indifferent face in front of him he felt a little wronged: "I'm your brother."

"You should be thankful that you are my brother, otherwise, what hit you just now would have been a killing curse."

The two had lived together for more than ten years, and Ron could tell at a glance whether Ginny was joking or not.

Seeing his sister's serious eyes, he wisely stopped talking and turned to look at his mother and brother. But he found that they all looked at him with the same indifference as Ginny.

Mrs Weasley sighed heavily.

Dumbledore put the unconscious Harry on the sofa, and turned to look at the aggrieved Ronald.

"Mr Weasley, please don't say these words in front of Harry in the future, although I can't tell you specifically why Lucas did that."

"But I can assure you that Lucas is absolutely trustworthy, I swear it on my name, Albus Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's words were very solemn.

Just when he finished speaking, the two headmasters in the portraits returned to their positions at the same time.

"Dumbledore, the fight is over, and the boy should have won."

"I saw the Weasley boy pass under my portrait, he has been sent to St Mungo's, although he doesn't look that good, his injuries should not be life-threatening."

Hearing that Arthur Weasley was safe, Mrs Weasley wept with joy, and the twins smiled again.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief: "Molly, you take the children back to the old Prewett house first, anyway, tomorrow is going to be a holiday, let them go back early, and take Harry along with them."

He took out an old teapot and just put his wand on it when he suddenly thought of Lucas' previous reminder.

Could it be that the boy has the same ability as his father to see the future?

Regardless of exploring Lucas' abilities, Dumbledore looked at the teapot and said, "Portus!"

"Okay, hold the teapot tightly, and it will send you back."

…

In Little Hangleton.

Voldemort, who was experiencing the perfect body, was unaware of Harry's condition.

Snape didn't know he'd just wandered through the gates of hell.

Fortunately, the timing of his delivery of the potion was perfect, and he successfully saved his life.

Some months have passed, so Voldemort's magic power was much stronger than when he was just resurrected.

At this moment, his physical problem was also solved so he couldn't wait to try it.

Voldemort raised his wand and roared.

The originally clear night sky immediately became filled with lightning and thunder, then a Dark Mark made of black mist appeared in the sky.

It didn't take long for all the scattered Death Eaters to come to Little Hangleton.

Voldemort retracted his wand and looked at his flawless body with indescribable satisfaction in his eyes.

"Lucius."

"I'm here, master."

Lucius Malfoy, who had just recovered from his injuries, stepped forward to respond.

"Lucius, my friend, I need a more powerful wand. As a member from an old family, you should have heard of the legend of the Deathly Hallows, right?"

"Master, my family does have some records of Deathly Hallows."

"Very well, go and find the Elder Wand, I need it, this is the task I entrust to your Malfoy family."

"Can...."

Seeing Voldemort's scarlet eyes, Lucius immediately lowered his head and said, "As you wish, Master, I will definitely find the Elder Wand for you."

Lucius readily agreed, but he was still feeling very bitter, because no one knows what the Elder Wand really looks like.

The Deathly Hallows hasn't been seen for so many years that most people dismiss it as a fairy tale.

After Voldemort gave his orders, he turned and looked at his subordinates who had rushed over.

"Everyone, you have also seen that I have regained my perfect body and my magic has become stronger, all thanks to Severus."

"Of course, I will keep Lucas Grindelwald's assassination in mind. I know many of you are afraid of him, but don't be afraid, for I am back."

"I will definitely execute that arrogant boy with my own hands, and let him know that the great Voldemort cannot be defeated."

"Everyone, dawn is Christmas, after Christmas I will lead you to Azkaban to welcome more companions back."

"The future will belong to us, to all of us wizards, and even more so to us Death Eaters."

Voldemort's speech aroused the ambitions of many people and a lot of them showed fanaticism in their eyes.

Who is willing to join Voldemort without ambition?

Voldemort's gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, and their eyes satisfied him very much.

…

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies.

As the only large-scale comprehensive magical hospital in the British wizarding world, it has a very long history and the abilities of its healers is also very good.

Mrs Weasley left her children in the Order's headquarters and came to the streets of London alone.

The entrance to St Mungo's is hidden in a red brick department store. There is also a "Closed for Renovation" sign on the door.

She went to the window and explained to the doll inside.

"I'm visiting the patient Arthur Weasley."

The mannequin's hand waved lightly, and she immediately walked in through the glass door just like in Station Nine and Three Quarters.

When she walked through the glass door, she immediately came to a long corridor.

The patients coming and going reminded her about what kind of place it was.

"Hello, I am visiting a patient, Arthur Weasley, who has just been brought in."

The hall nurse waved her wand, and Arthur Weasley's name appeared instantly.

"He's on the first floor, Dangerous Dai Llewellyn Ward: serious bites."

"Thanks!"

Just as Mrs Weasley traveled to St Mungo's to be with her husband, the Weasley children also returned to the old Prewett house.

Lucas has been waiting here for a long time and Ginny threw herself into his arms as soon as she entered the door.

"My dear, thank you!"

"What nonsense, you are tired too, go to bed early, and I will accompany you to see your father tomorrow."

Ginny shook her head, and her arms around Lucas tightened again.

Knowing that she was really frightened tonight, Lucas let her hold him.

The two came to sit on the sofa, and Ginny's head naturally leaned on Lucas' shoulder.

The clock was ticking as the two chatted in low tones until Ginny fell asleep against Lucas.

[Ding, the Christmas limited-time lucky draw is open, and this lucky draw will last until 12 midnight, please spend as much as you want.]

When the sun was coming out, the sound of the system suddenly rang in his ears.

Lucas has long been used to the randomness of the time when the system starts the special lottery draws.

He glanced at Ginny who was fast asleep and silently said to the system: "System, start 100 lottery draws."

[Ding, each limited-time lottery draw will consume 200 achievement points, and 100 lottery draws will consume 20,000 achievement points. Are you sure?]

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling light appeared.

It's been a long time since Lucas had a 100-draw streak and he didn't know what good things he could get with his luck after so long.

[Ding, this time-limited platinum lottery draw is over. A total of 46 bronze rewards, 31 silver rewards, 19 gold rewards, and 4 platinum rewards have been obtained.]

Lucas looked at the rewards and when he saw the platinum rewards, his eyes suddenly lit up.

With these, Project Azkaban should go perfectly!.

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