Chapter 154: Voldemort Is Furious

To be honest, Bajir sometimes wondered if vampires were created by nature to save resources.

While eliminating humans who waste resources, they also transformed themselves into super energy-saving species that can operate for several months by drinking blood.

Thinking of this, Bajir tapped the table with his index finger, and two cups of emerald green liquid appeared beside Alice and Rosalie.

"Fresh dragon blood, you can try it."

Narcissa's expression was a little wrong. Although in Muggle novels, soaking in dragon blood can make people invulnerable and take it to strengthen the body.

But in the magic world, dragon blood is poisonous, and none of the twelve effects of dragon blood can be directly taken without processing.

If it is not processed, its most famous use is as a stove cleaner.

A drop of dragon blood plus water can make enough cleaner to be used for a year.

So, in Narcissa's view, this is no different from drinking the cleaner directly.

But in the senses of Alice and Rosalie.

The sticky, sour green liquid smells like the fragrance of fruit, and the tip of the tongue unconsciously produces saliva.

Lifting the cup, the moment they took a sip, a feeling of bubbles from soda, the sweetness of peaches, and the richness of bananas all rushed into their mouths.

But what was even more amazing was the body's response after it entered the stomach.

Just like a long drought meeting a sweet rain, the strong feeling of fullness that had just emerged disappeared instantly, and the moment the dragon blood entered the body, it seemed to penetrate into every aspect of the body.

In a trance, they seemed to hear a trace of undetectable heartbeat.

It came from their own chests.

So, both of them couldn't wait to drink it up, and then looked at Bajir.

They didn't bother to wipe the green juice left at the corners of their mouths.

But there was no need, in an instant, it penetrated into the skin that was no longer pale, but slightly pink.

Bajir smiled slightly, "I have tested that the blood of powerful creatures can temporarily revive your 'dead' body."

"Not only will your heartbeat be restored, but your strength and superpowers will also become stronger."

However. With a gust of wind, Rosalie's figure had appeared beside him.

She was panting, her face pressed against Bajir's.

Just when Bajir thought that the dragon blood was of the wrong species and whether it would have an aphrodisiac effect, Rosalie kissed his neck and spoke, "Is it true that now I can get pregnant like ordinary people?"

Oh no! Rosalie wants to have a baby!

Bajir's fingertips glowed instantly, pulling the other four people present into a dream, including himself.

In the hall that was exactly the same as in reality, Bajir's clothes had been torn.

Rosalie sat on it

In front of the two magnificent wrought iron gates, a figure in a black robe stretched out his left arm.

The bright moonlight reflected his long light golden hair, cold gray eyes, and Malfoy's iconic pointed face.

Just when he thought he could pass through the gate like he did in his life, an invisible ripple born from the hall passed through the fountain, purple hedges, and the graceful white peacock, and hit his body.

The returning dead turned into black smoke.

More than a thousand miles away in the Black Forest of Albania, an angry roar startled a flock of geese.

To reach the UK from Albania, one must cross the Adriatic Bay, Italy, Switzerland, Belgium, France, and the English Channel.

He finally made Lucius Malfoy's ghost look like a living person.

In order not to alert the attention of the magic world, the ghost of Lucius Malfoy he controlled walked and swam.

If the ghosts could not pass through mountains and buildings, did not need to breathe, would not get tired, and could walk in a straight line, he would probably spend more time.

It was not easy to reach Malfoy Manor in Wittshire.

In the end, Lucius Malfoy's body was broken up before he even entered the door, and his consciousness attached to it was immediately beaten back to Albania.

After recalling Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort suppressed his anger and asked for details, "Lucius, do you feel the difference? Compared with your previous home?"

Lucius Malfoy mechanically replied: "I never go through the gate. To avoid stepping on the dirty Muggle-built driveway."

If Voldemort had a face, he would definitely be very stiff.

Lucius Malfoy answered like a Death Eater. If the full score was 100, he could give 99 points. The remaining one point was because he was afraid that Lucius would be proud.

Even if he wanted to torture Lucius to vent his anger, Lucius was already dead.

The black mist representing Voldemort condensed into shape, and a pale hand stretched out from the black mist. He picked up the wand that looked like a dead branch on the ground-

Avada bites the big melon!

A green light flashed, and a mouse that happened to pass by died.

"What?" A voice shouted next to him.

Harry kicked and kicked, wrapped in the bed curtain, and rolled off the bed. For a few seconds he didn't even know where he was. He believed that the pale arm and the creepy green light would appear in the darkness.

However, Ron's voice sounded beside him.

"Can you stop moving like a madman? You kicked my stomach!"

Ron pulled open the bed curtain, and Harry lay on his back on the ground, staring at Ron in the dim light, his scar burning.

Ron was sleeping soundly when he suddenly suffered a stomachache. The culprit was Harry's feet, who was sleeping in the same bed with him.

"Did you dream about Voldemort again? Could it be that he found the Elder Wand or the Invisibility Cloak?" Ron asked, pulling Harry up, "Or is he resurrected? Don't say anything! This can't be true. Yeah! I thought it would be a nightmare for that bastard Malfoy to come to the Black house!"

"No, no -" Harry gasped, his forehead seemed to be on fire again, "He just killed a mouse. He was not resurrected. He could only condense an arm. Lucius Malfoy He was very angry for some reason right next to me."

Harry groaned, shivering and sitting up on the bed, rubbing his scar.

"This is bad news. He can really bring back the dead now. I don't know if he can bring back more, or other people."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in horror, "You mean he can recall the undead?"

"I saw it right," Harry said, as he began to recall Draco's face, "Yes, the same pointed face, gray eyes, and receding hairline, just like the photo in the Daily Prophet .Yes, it’s Lucius Malfoy!”

"This must be bad. You know what I mean. He doesn't have to resurrect himself, or even do it himself."

"He only needs to investigate the dead that the enemy cares about and bring them back to the world."

"Dumbledore and Bargeer are powerful, but can they attack their own parents?"

"This is too scary. I can't find a way to deal with Voldemort."

Ron's face was pale and his hands were shaking. He made a cold joke, "Not necessarily Bajir. He has never met his parents."

Harry didn't pay attention to what Ron said. He just kept frowning and biting his fingers as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, he slapped the table, "Yes! The Deathly Hallows!"

Ron didn't understand what Harry said, "But isn't the most powerful Deathly Hallows already in Voldemort's hands?"

Harry stood up and circled excitedly, "Don't you understand? I mean the other two Deathly Hallows! If you collect three Deathly Hallows, you will be the master of Death. I dare say if you collect two, There must be a way to deal with the Resurrection Stone."

"Otherwise the owner of the Resurrection Stone would have ruled the world long ago!"

In his mind, the phantoms of his parents holding wands and grinning at him began to blur, along with the sudden disappearance of fear.

He was about to laugh, but the door opened.

"What are you arguing about?" A thin figure walked in holding a lantern.

The orange-red light reflected his thin chin.

Ron screamed, "Lucius Malfoy! Voldemort is coming!"

He shrank into a corner.

"Is this funny?" Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes, his gray eyes bursting with anger, "My father died."

The next second, the whole room started to light up.

There were two heavy footsteps outside the door.

"What? Voldemort?"

"I thought I heard Lucius Malfoy."

Sirius and Lupine hurried into the room.

And Draco also discovered that the expression on Ron's face was not a sneer, but real fear.

Ten minutes later, at the dinner table.

Sirius nodded his three-headed brother's little head while taking the French fish soup from Kreacher.

Lupine lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Draco's eyes were reddish, angry veins appeared on his temples, and he kept mumbling obscene words about Voldemort.

Ron yawned.

Harry was in high spirits, as if a weight had been lifted off him.

In the situation just now, he could only throw everything out on a tray.

He updated the dream before, the story the Lovegood family heard about the three brothers - the Deathly Hallows, today's dream, and his speculations.

But surprisingly, he felt much more relaxed after telling everything.

And no one questions it.

They all accepted everything quickly.

What he didn't know was that Sirius and Lupine had become much more receptive to abnormal things after seeing Bajir's holy sword and the magic of creating elves.

Draco had a dream before, and Draco finally knew the meaning of that dream. Don't believe that the person you can't get close to is your father, a familiar stranger who has returned from the afterlife and is controlled by Voldemort, his father-killing enemy.

Sirius scooped up a spoonful of fish soup, blew on it, and handed it to his babbling brother's mouth.

After seeing him drink it up one sip after another, he said: "I think this should be told to Barzil and Dumbledore."

Draco took a deep breath, "And tell my mother. Otherwise she will definitely be deceived. You can tell Dumbledore and then tell her. I can make her sign an unbreakable oath with you."

"What is an unbreakable oath? It cannot be broken, but what is the price of breaking it?" Harry looked at Ron subconsciously. Ron always knew some unusual things.

"Death." Ron said simply. "When I was five years old, Fred and George wanted me to do one. I almost did it. I had already shaken Fred's hand and stuff. Dad found out. He Crazy angry,"

Ron's eyes flashed with memories, "This is the only time I've ever seen dad get as angry as mom. Fred said the left side of his butt was never the same again."

"No one cares about a man's butt!" Draco was furious, "We are not Dumbledore! My mother's business-"

Harry nodded, "If that's the case, we can agree."

"In the dream, Voldemort recalled your father, there must be a purpose."

"Let your father tell your mother that he faked his death for the master's greater purpose."

Draco loosened his clenched fists and said, "That's fine."

Harry shifted his gaze and looked at Lupine, who had been silent, "Why don't you speak? Do you know any clues? About the Deathly Hallows."

Draco's ears suddenly sharpened. He was eager to get the Elder Wand and kill Voldemort with his own hands.

Ron stood up quickly, lying half of his body on the table, his elbow almost touching the soup, "Really?"

While massaging his brother's belly with his fingertips, Sirius asked curiously: "Did you discover it during the years I was in prison?"

He knew Lupin very well, but he didn't pay attention at first.

But after Harry prompted him, he was sure that Lupine must have some clues about the Deathly Hallows.

Lupine glanced at Draco, but after another glance at Sirius, he spoke.

"Sirius, after listening to the story of the three brothers, didn't you find that there is an item that fits the description very well?"

"A cloak that makes a person truly and completely invisible. It is permanently effective and continuously invisible. No matter what spell is used, it cannot be broken."

Sirius took a deep breath, "You mean James-"

Lupine nodded, "We are so familiar with James's invisibility cloak that we have never thought about how good it is. I have never heard of another one that is as reliable as James's. We wear it." It's never been discovered—"

Sirius smiled, "Of course not - we're invisible when we put them on, Remus!"

"It's a pity that we rarely use Animagus after learning it."

Lupine made a mischievous face, "It's my fault. You had to turn into animals to keep me company."

"It's unbelievable that I've never noticed it before."

"The effectiveness of the invisibility cloak will weaken after being worn for a long time, or it may be penetrated by the spell and leave holes. This is all common sense."

"And according to James, it was passed down from his grandfather's grandfather."

"But it was supposed to be a rag, but it was still perfect!"

Sirius suddenly thought of something. He wanted to pat the table, but because of his brother on his lap, he could only clench his fist and say: "I finally understand why Dumbledore asked James to borrow the Invisibility Cloak. To Dumbledore It's easy for a wizard to become invisible like this, but if it's the Deathly Hallows, it makes sense!"

"Dumbledore must know the secret of the Deathly Hallows!"

He quickly looked at Harry, "Harry! Where is the invisibility cloak? Has Dumbledore returned it to you?"

If Dumbledore did not return the Invisibility Cloak, it means that Dumbledore cannot be told about the Resurrection Stone.

I can only find an opportunity to tell Bagir secretly.