Chapter 387: Turbulent times

For everyone, holidays are not necessarily very interesting, but at least not too boring.
Especially when Harry had the right to use Aunt Petunia's TV.
The family will go out to visit a business partner today.
As a juvenile offender at the "St. Bruce Security Center", it is not eligible to follow them in such "family" activities.
So he can now lean on the sofa lazily and change TV shows boringly.
He didn't have to be forced to watch dumb football games by Dudley.
Only now is he the most free moment in this family.
But there will be no broadcast of the Quidditch game above, nor will there be concerts of weird sisters.
He randomly tuned to a sports channel, the narrator's voice screamed, a football game seemed to have another goal, the boy's eyes cast on the screen, but his mind was still cranky.
He couldn't help but think about the great changes that took place in the last school year
Dumbledore left them like this?
He still thinks it's unbelievable.
There is an inexplicable sense of illusion,
The old man may buckle the door of the room at any time, dragging the gorgeous golden and purple robes, slowly pushing the door in, with a smiling expression on his face, informing him to go to the Florin cold drink shop in Diagon Alley for dessert.
Unrealistic fantasy.
Just when he dreamed about it.
Suddenly, there was a burst of tearing pain in the brain, it seemed that the wooden strips broke suddenly, and it seemed that the overwhelmed steel bar was involved, and the old turtle shell cracked after the extreme high temperature. .
Thousands of painful feelings are used like water.
Accompanied by anger and bloodthirsty, his eyes began to swell and bloodshot.
Voldemort can communicate and invade his mind.
He already knew.
He tried his best to use the closed brain surgery he had used, but the impact was still increasing.
Finally, his centrifugal twisting on the sofa gradually slowed down
Because the severe pain began to subside gradually.
His deity is even clearer than ever, maybe the pain makes him more sensitive
Then Harry was surprised to see that on the TV not far away, the female announcer with standard pronunciation began to insert emergency news.
"The Tower Bridge across the Thames collapsed at 12 noon today, for unknown reasons."
"The government is looking for the cause, the number of casualties is being counted, and the injured have been rushed to the hospital."
"A piece of emergency news was broadcast, and a strong tornado broke out in the area near the Lancaster government district in the west of the UK, hoping that the general public will be prepared for disaster prevention.
"Inserting an urgent news..."
Although he wanted to tell himself that the TV broadcasts were all accidents, the inexplicable intuition told him that these were not normal natural disasters.
Obviously, the pain just now was the emotion that Voldemort was synchronizing when he was destroying and destroying. He unscrupulously destroyed the public facilities of Muggle, causing panic.
Harry wanted to stop it.
But he couldn't stop it.
He neither knew where Voldemort did evil, nor could he defeat him.
Unable to change, but trying to change.
The powerlessness of the status quo gave him a sense of confusion.
In the past, I could still seek Dumbledore's help and talk about my secrets and confusion. Now it can only be borne by yourself.
Now he has become anxious about Voldemort's possible future actions from worrying about his grades in the ordinary wizard test.
These disruptions will inevitably cause a huge response in Muggle society, and panic will spread virally.
In a society that is not calm, what is hidden is a more turbulent undercurrent.
Compared to the unrest in Muggle society,
The wizarding world is not much better.
In less than two months, many employees in all walks of life have resigned, especially in the Ministry of Magic.
Because of their keen sense of smell and awareness of the coming of danger, the Ministry of Magic changes rapidly.
Not only is the sixth sense gained from fighting the dark wizard, but also a keen sense of the current situation.
Umbridge began a population census throughout the Ministry of Magic.
It was strongly opposed by almost all employees.
She wanted to classify the employees who were working-pure-blood wizards, mixed-race wizards, and hemp wizards.
Arouse strong dissatisfaction, many people leave the office indignantly, for those who leave, it has to be said to be a luck.
Because there are no people who have time to resign and full of "justice", many of them are controlled by the Soul Spell.
Except for the official announcement, the Ministry of Magic is no different from Voldemort's actual rule.
Umbridge made the best choice for himself without any hesitation.
Harry, confused, suddenly felt sleepy. He manipulated the button to turn off the TV, and returned to his poor cubicle, looking anxiously at the ceiling covered with cobwebs, and then gradually closed his eyes. Fall asleep
"Slap".
Harry didn't know how long he slept, and he was woken up again.
That was the sound of Dudley closing the door. He likes to smash the door with his thick arms.
They prepared dinner for a while, and then prepared dinner.
Just as they were about to start eating, an uninvited guest appeared.
Knock on the door
"Who would pick this time." Uncle Vernon stood up when he heard the knock on the door, and his round belly shook, pulling his body towards the door very hard
Professor McGonagall stood at the door and the whole person was wearing a dark green robe and a top angle cap
"That! You're not welcome here, I won't invite you in for dinner." Uncle Vernon yelled in half aversion and half fear.
He had a little influence on the witch. He was an abnormal person. He was with Potter and a teacher in that strange school.
"I will not delay your time for dinner, sir, but Mr. Porter will also go with me."
She looked around the table
"You didn't even ask him to eat together, and I wouldn't think you would keep him."
Dudley stared at the dangling dinner plate in a daze.
"Professor, but it is quite early to leave school now."
"I don't think you are willing to stay here, do you?"
Professor McGonagall was half soliciting and half inquiring.
Then she turned her head and glared at the Dudleys with her eagle-eyed eyes.
"Although you have abused Harry for a long time~EbookFREE.me~ but you have to admit that you gave him at least a home."
"This time I have to advance some time. Although the spell set by Dumbledore is very safe, it was the most problematic gap area when I left for school, so I need to take him away in advance."
Uncle Vernon couldn't understand spells and other words, but he understood the word safety.
"Safe, you are going to take this guy away, mean we are not safe?"
"Don't involve us, the mysterious man is scary, isn't he?" Uncle's small eyes, almost covered by his face, were opened wide and stretched out. He waved his hands in horror, fearing they might be involved.
"It should be a hundred times more terrifying than terrorists in the eyes of Muggles." Professor McGonagall straightened the pointed cap on his head and made a very figurative but inappropriate analogy.
"We are serious people!" Uncle Vernon patted the table in front of him, exposing his teeth and roaring excitedly, as if it would become safe.