Voldemort, who was deeply worried by the Prime Minister, was sitting in the luxuriously decorated hall, watching Irving Harris's speech replayed on TV. Then the news commentator played their interviews with some ordinary wizards. Seeing these ordinary wizards' undisguised favoritism and praise for Irving, the armrests of Voldemort's chair turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

The mysterious man simply stood up, and his side's actions were very few successful. What method could he use to fight back hard to the Harris family? Relying on those wastes was almost useless, it was more likely that he would fulfill their wishes... Voldemort's figure suddenly stood still, and the summoning spell used by the other party in the duel with Allen reminded him that there was a suitable partner and he could definitely fulfill his wishes.

His hand pressed on the black demon mark on his arm, and soon, figures in black robes appeared indoors, waiting silently for his orders.

"Next, you will collect knowledge related to the devil, especially the information about the devil that Alan Harris encountered in the Wizards Triumph." Voldemort raised a pale hand and waved it outside, saying with a rare magnanimity: "Now those Aurors are patrolling around, and you can't do it smoothly, so go to other countries and grab some mud plants for me. Those devils like to collect souls, catch more, and then sacrifice to him to satisfy him... I need to trade with that devil."

Voldemort raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if the Harris who made him angry were there. His voice was light but full of cold and cruel murderous intent. "By the way, recruit more wizards in other countries. When we are ready this time, let the Harrises look good." With his fist, the chair behind him turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Everyone stared at Voldemort tremblingly, but Voldemort's eyes turned to a human body above the long table in the hall, hanging head downwards above the table. At the bottom left of the human body, a girl with a dark brown bob head had pale cheeks and sat on the ground with horror.

"We must now prune some branches and leaves. It's time to clear the rotten leaves. Old Parkinson, when you defect, have you ever thought about today? "As Voldemort's words fell, the man hanging above the table let out a painful wail. The sound dragged long and gradually weakened from shrill and sharp. The human body curled up in pain in the air, like a cooked shrimp, looking extremely miserable.

"But you still have a chance." Voldemort pointed his pale and dry finger at the girl. She immediately retreated and froze in place. "Pancy Parkinson, you can choose to save or let him die. All worthless waste should be destroyed."

Pansy's brown eyes were full of horror, but Voldemort turned his head, "Do you want to live?"

Pansy nodded repeatedly.

"As a student of Hogwarts, you have many opportunities to complete it. Either you assassinate Allen Harris, or you assassinate Dumbledore." Voldemort turned around and gave Pansy no chance to refuse at all. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Pansy and ordered left and right, "Of course, girls should enjoy some privileges. You will not be alone, Pansy Bella, Lucius, you are helping her outside, Severus helps her at Hogwarts, Dumbledore and Allen Harris, as long as one of these two people can die, I will forgive your father."

"As for the order, master." Lucius and Snape nodded. They both understood that they were asking themselves to assist Pansy in completing the tasks, but in fact, to monitor her, so that she had no choice but to do things as ordered. Bella stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, "We will let this little baby understand what she should do."

Almost as Voldemort finished speaking, Pansy made a choice in her heart. She knew that the person she admired most in her heart was Alan Harris. If she assassinated Allen herself, then there would be no hope of being with Draco. On the contrary, Dumbledore, who took advantage of his lack of defense against the students, would have the possibility of assassination successful.

"Hmph, Severus, remember to teach this idiot brain closure during the summer vacation, otherwise she would be discovered when she faces Dumbledore." Voldemort snorted coldly when he found Pansy's thoughts. However, although Parkinson was asked to assassinate her more to vent her emotions and send her to perform such suicide missions, it would be helpful to her to increase her success rate. As long as she could hurt Dumbledore, it would be of some effect to him.

Although Pansy, who had seen through her mind, was finally brought back to her home, she had no peace in her heart. How to assassinate the greatest white wizard is a huge problem for her, a little wizard who has not graduated. Moreover, as a member of the training class, Allen's good at taking God and taking thoughts is already well known. How should she hide her thoughts in front of him? Will she really learn brain closure at this time before the end of the summer vacation...

It was almost early in the morning that night that night, in the office of Principal Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat motionlessly on the throne-like chair behind the table, looking at his hand that had been charred by the black magic curse, and his mind was not too clear.

Then Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and the door of the principal's office opened automatically. Severus Snape, who had returned in the middle of the night, hurriedly walked in with a bottle of golden medicine. He saw a broken ring on the table in front of Dumbledore, and the ruby ​​on the Gryffindor sword next to him shone brightly under the light.

Snape immediately began to recite the spell, aimed his wand at Dumbledore's injured wrist, and poured the thick golden liquid he brought to Dumbledore's mouth with his left hand.

After the effect of the medicine took effect for a period of time, Dumbledore's eyes finally returned to clear light and began to focus accurately.

"It's just that it makes your hand like this?" Snape sat next to Dumbledore, holding up Dumbledore's charred hand on the table with one hand, and roared at his principal, "You must know that it will be bad for you, why do you still touch it?"

"It tempted me so much that it made me do something stupid as if it was targeting my situation..." Dumbledore smiled bitterly, and pointed his head in the direction of the Gryffindor sword. "Fortunately, with it, it can destroy this Marvolo Gantt's ring. It is one of Tom's Horcrux."

"Drinking it all can curse the curse on your hands, but it is only temporary." Snape, who seemed very angry, handed the remaining medicine to Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore's charred palm and made a judgment suspiciously. "But unexpectedly, its situation is better than I thought. It is not very similar to the style of a mysterious man. I was wondering why you can hold on until you come back and keep awake. Not to mention anything else, drink it all up, but this is only temporary. If you don't suppress it, it will spread sooner or later."

"How much time do I have?" Dumbledore asked, pouring the remaining golden medicine into his mouth.

"It's estimated that it will take about three years. You are lucky. If you no longer waste magic in battle within three years, so that the curse has the opportunity to continue corroding and worsening, but instead suppress it with all your might, and finally have a great hope of completely removing them." Snape, who found that things were not as bad as he imagined, gave a calm answer.
Chapter completed!