Vol 2 Chapter 926: Unknown power

"You mean, Byrd was Voldemort's method, he was controlled by Malfoy with an Imperius spell?" Fanlin asked, "Then what does he want? Did you see it. Harry?"
"No, I don't know..." Harry shook his head, "However, what they want is..."
"Weapons?" Ron said surprised, "What kind of weapon does the Ministry of Magic need? Mysterious man?"
"I think so, but there is no way to tell what exactly..." Fanlin hesitated, but in the end he didn't say what Voldemort was looking for, because it itself gave him an illusion that a prophetic ball is worth him. Leave early to the Ministry of Magic? At the risk of being discovered by everyone?
"So... when Bird tried to steal that weapon, something happened. I think there must be some defensive spell on it to prevent others from touching it. So he went into St. Mungo's Hospital, his head was strange. The ground is empty and I can’t say anything. But remember what the healer told us? He is healing and they can’t let him recover, right? I mean, it happened when he went to steal the weapon The incident shocked him, and even the Imperius curse failed. Once he could speak, he would explain what happened, right? Then they would know that he was instructed to steal the weapon. Of course, let Lu It is easy for Seus Malfoy to cast spells on him. So, he has been at the Ministry of Magic, right?" Fanlin sorted out what had happened and said.
"Yes, he was walking around on the day of my hearing," Harry said. "Just-wait a minute," he said slowly. "He was in the corridor of the Ministry of Magic that day! Your dad said he must be stealing. Listen to my hearing, but..."
"Sturgis!" Van Linh paused, remembering a name.
"What?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Sturgis Portmore!" Fanlin said, "He was arrested because he tried to enter a door! Malfoy must have been looking for him! I think he was when you saw him that day Thinking of doing this, Harry. Sturgis has Moody’s invisibility cloak, remember? It’s invisible if he is guarding the door, and Malfoy hears him moving—or guesses someone There—or just cast an Imperius on him. So when Sturgis went to guard next time, he tried to enter the Ministry of Magic to steal the weapon for Voldemort—but he was caught And was sent to Azkaban."
"Now Lockwood told Voldemort how to get that weapon?" Fanlin asked in a puzzled way, if it was the way to get the prophecy, then how did Lockwood know about it.
"I didn't hear all the conversation, it sounds so." Harry said. "Lockwood used to work there. Maybe Voldemort asked him to steal?"
"That should be the case, say so..." Ron hesitated. "There are more Death Eaters in the Ministry than I thought..."
"Don't tell anyone else, Harry," Fanlin said, "Well, this matter is in my stomach, and I will notify the Order of the Phoenix to resolve the rest."
"Do you want a Voldemort contact?" Harry asked, "If so..."
"You should be clear, Harry, under Voldemort's hands, neither you nor I have room to fight back. Not dying is already the luckiest thing. I will tell Dumbledore about this matter..."
"Wait, it's not like that." Harry said. "Voldemort is much scarier now. I feel more..."
"What's more?" Fan Lin's heart jumped, "What is that?"
"I don't know..." Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember what Voldemort had said.
"He said...before the blood races complete their mission...he still...he still needs the help of the Death Eater..."
"Blood, work? What is that, do you feel anything?"
"Ice cold..." Harry recalled, "Lifeless, as if he was dead. It felt like Voldemort, but it was incompatible with Voldemort..."
Fanlin's heart sank. This is what Voldemort has gained? More powerful force?
Fanlin truly experienced that feeling, and there is no doubt that this kind of power will have a fatal attraction to Voldemort.
Regarding death, what Voldemort is doing now is to manipulate death?
It seems that he and Dumbledore have driven Voldemort on a more dangerous path. The fear of death has turned into a pursuit of death power?
"That's a...power..." Harry said uncertainly. "It's like running out of my body, but it feels weird..."
"Not enough integration," Fanlin said, "maybe some unknown means by Voldemort, like black magic..."
"But this is far more terrifying than the black magic itself." Harry said anxiously, "Or, all this is under the control of the Order of the Phoenix. Are you prepared for it?"
"Precaution?" Fanlin thought about Dumbledore, "Perhaps, but this is not something we should worry about, Harry, what you need now is to forget this as much as possible, otherwise Professor Snape will never Will let you go."
"You mean Occlumency?" Harry said, "It's useless at all, I..."
"No, this is different, Harry." Fanlin shook his head and said, "Mastering Occlumency, you can reduce Voldemort's perception of you and experience his emotions silently. Do you think that is more beneficial? "
"Master it..."
"So ~EbookFREE.me~ Before that, Harry, please don't think about anything." Fanlin said.
"I will try my best," Harry said. "But, I'm not sure if I can."
"You should believe in yourself, just as we believe in you."
"Believe me?"
In fact, even Harry didn't believe in himself. He had practiced long enough. This was probably the worst spell he had ever learned.
Fortunately, with Fanlin’s help to empty his brain, those troubles from Voldemort disappeared. If it weren’t for the faintly painful scar to remind Harry at all times, Harry even thought it was cold before. The figure of has never appeared in his mind.
However, this calm did not last long. On the next day, Harry still had to go to the dark basement to receive Snape's private Occlumency instruction.
This was probably the last thing Harry wanted to do except for Umbridge's confinement.