Voldemort: How Did You Get In?

Kid, getting carried away, are we?

Andy lifted his eyelids and gave Harry a casual glance.

Young people were full of energy and fire. It seemed the kid could hardly wait to get into a real fight.

That made sense. Ever since Harry had entered the Wizarding World, Voldemort's existence had always affected him.

Even his title as the Chosen One had been bought with his parents' lives.

And the murderer who had killed his parents was Voldemort! On top of that, Voldemort had used Harry's blood to complete his resurrection.

And then there was everything that had happened recently... Dumbledore, whom Harry admired, had also been swept into a tide of public controversy because of Voldemort.

He had endured it for far too long!

"Take a break!"

Andy sighed and said softly, "Once the operation begins, there won't be any time to rest."

Hermione chimed in as well. "Harry, we have to conserve our strength. Only then can we deal with the trouble ahead."

Harry sat down gloomily, twisting back and forth as though the sofa were burning his backside. He looked completely unable to sit still.

Time passed second by second...

Andy suddenly opened his eyes. "Just waiting around like this does seem a little boring."

Hermione: "..."

"How about a game of Wizarding Cards?" Andy suggested.

"Fine!" Hermione agreed, her face full of helplessness.

"Count me in!" Harry said.

In the magnificent hall, Snape pushed open the door and entered. He strode quickly to Voldemort, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Master!"

"Severus..."

Voldemort's hoarse voice slowly rang out. His tone seemed to carry an unusual excitement. "Dumbledore is back?"

"Yes!"

Snape replied respectfully, "According to news from Hogwarts, Dumbledore stayed in his office for only five minutes before immediately going to the Ministry of Magic."