The Death Eaters' One-Click Alert System

Christmas Eve,

Hogwarts ' decorations are as magnificent as ever.

The walls were covered with cascading ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees stood throughout the room, some adorned with glittering icicles and others sparkling with hundreds of candles.

Despite the lavish the Last Supper of the semester, Harry sat listlessly, showing little appetite.

Occasionally, I would glance up and see autumn on the Ravenclaw dining table out of the corner of my eye.

"Harry, have you decided where to go for the Christmas holidays?" Ron picked up a chicken leg from the plate.

"Hmm, I haven't decided yet," Harry hesitated.

I definitely can't go back to my aunt and uncle's house.

During summer vacation, I was attacked by Dementor, and it wasn't a pleasant experience.

Black's old house... Sirius isn't there anymore, so it wouldn't be fun going alone.

The House-elf named Kreacher only listened to William, Hermione, and Anne, and wasn't very friendly towards him.

Stay at school... Even Ron went home.

"Come to my house, my mother wrote to me weeks ago asking me to invite you!" Ron patted Harry's robes with his greasy hands.

Harry didn't notice the oil stains on his robes; instead, he felt excited.

The Burrow was wonderful!

Wait, it seems like Autumn will also be visiting Cedric's house during the Christmas holidays.

The Cedric family's house isn't far from William and Hermione's little house, and Cho will definitely be visiting... that's how they might bump into each other!

If I go to William's house, I can also find out where Sirius is.

Of course, his game console is also incredibly fun, not to mention he even has a computer installed... it's practically perfect!

The only question is, where will William and Hermione spend the Christmas holidays?

They don't always return to Ottery St Catchpole; often they disappear for an entire holiday.

Harry wanted to ask Hermione about her holiday plans, but couldn't find her.

Hermione usually sits with Anne and Ginny... but I didn't see her tonight, which is strange.

Did they go to the Ravenclaw dining table?

Harry looked towards the Ravenclaw table again, but he couldn't see Hermione, nor could he find William.

He looked around and realized that the two of them hadn't attended the Christmas dinner!

"William and Hermione aren't here?" Harry said quietly, as if he had noticed something.

"Yeah, you just noticed? I just heard several students talking about it." Ron held up two chicken legs again.

"Maybe they've gone on a mission, you know..."

Ron spoke in a pretentious manner, which made Dean and the others next to him crane their necks to try and eavesdrop on what the "mission" was.

Harry knew perfectly well what Ron meant... the Order of the Order of the Phoenix's mission!

Envy and jealousy welled up inside him.

Harry also wanted to secretly fight the Death Eaters and protect everyone in silence...

Harry imagined himself wearing a robe and a black mask, fighting against Death Eaters.

He is Kamen Rider Child of Darkness from William's comic books!

But... the scene suddenly disappeared, and Harry was no longer "Kamen Rider," but had turned into a snake.

He slid along the ground, using his abdomen to glide, making a hissing sound.

Harry straightened up, plunging his fangs deep into a wizard's skin, ribs shattering between his teeth, warm blood gushing out...

Harry's scar throbbed with pain, as if it were about to burst. He screamed and slammed his head against the dining table.

Ron, who was about to eat the last chicken leg, discovered that Harry had already knocked the plate away.

We were just having a nice chat, and if you don't want to come to my house, fine... but you didn't have to do this, wasting chicken legs?

Ron glared at Harry.

All the students stood up and looked at Harry with curiosity.

"Is he sick?" someone exclaimed in alarm. "Is he having an epileptic seizure?"

"Does he have violent tendencies?"

Harry opened his eyes, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, and it felt like a scalding hot tongs had been stuck into his forehead.

"Ron, your father," he said breathlessly, his chest heaving, "Your father... something happened to him..."

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your dad! He's been bitten, badly, there's blood everywhere!" Harry shouted anxiously.

"I was there, I did it!"

Ron: "..."

Harry definitely believed he did it; he had just turned into a snake and bit Mr. Weasley.

But these words sounded very strange to Ron.

He kindly invited Harry to his house for Christmas, but Harry not only knocked away his favorite chicken leg, but also told him:

Your dad got into trouble, and I did it.

Listen to this... is this even human language?

Hurried footsteps sounded as Dumbledore approached, followed by Professor McGonagall and others.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry called anxiously, "Hurry..."

"Come on, to the next room," Dumbledore said succinctly, giving Harry a deep look.

A group of people walked toward the next room, and as the wooden door closed, the Great Hall erupted in a huge commotion.

The students were all discussing loudly what illness Harry had... that could be so serious.

However, students soon pointed out that Stark and Granger were not present at the dinner party.

People were buzzing with discussion, thinking the two had probably stirred up some big news again.

The small room next to the Great Hall

The walls on both sides were adorned with portraits of wizards, and the fireplace was burning brightly.

Harry finished quickly, recounting what he had just seen, and urged again:

Voldemort has left; he went to Azkaban. Someone thwarted his plans, and he is furious.

Should we send a wizard...?

"No need, there are people in Azkaban."

Harry was taken aback by what he heard; sure enough, William and Hermione were there on a mission.

Dumbledore, without looking Harry in the eye, said softly again:

"Harry, you saw a wizard, are you sure it was Voldemort?"

"Of course it's Voldemort, otherwise who else could it be..."

Harry suddenly froze, because he realized what Dumbledore meant.

After that year in the Chamber of Secrets, every time he dreamed of Little Tom.

But ever since Voldemort resurrected him with his blood, he has been able to dream about Voldemort.

Before Harry could ask anything else, Dumbledore had already given the order.

"Voldemort is gone; we need to give them a heads-up."

Dumbledore raised his hand, Fawkes transformed into a streak of fire and vanished into thin air.

William caught the last Death Eaters before he could finally look at Fawkes with a more relaxed air.

Fawkes hooked his arms with his claws, flapped his wings, rolled his eyes, and made cooing pigeon sounds.

William reached out to pat Fawkes's head, but Fox dodged away.

It pecked William's finger, urging him to leave quickly.

"I can't leave yet. If I leave, Voldemort will definitely release all the prisoners."

William had indeed anticipated that Voldemort might come.

After all, the ways Death Eaters communicate are more convenient than those of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort can be summoned even from halfway around the world by using the Dark Mark.

This is equivalent to a one-click alarm system... thirty years ahead of the industry.

If Voldemort hadn't pursued the dead-end career of being the Dark Lord, he would have made a fortune as a "DiDi" for the Wizarding World.

To William's surprise, Dumbledore learned of this information first.

It's worth noting that even things like the Dementor' rebellion and the Death Eaters' escape were first told to Dumbledore by William.

How come the principal's intelligence work suddenly became so effective?

William didn't think that far ahead; he simply commanded:

"Go protect Hermione and Tonks, and get them away first. Hermione will tell you what to do next."

Fawkes pecked William on the head again, then flapped its wings and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

William looked at the group of Death Eaters who had just escaped from prison and were now being recaptured by him, and smiled:

"Your master has come... but this is the last time you will see him!"

Don't say I'm heartless, let's say goodbye from afar.

This will fulfill the bond between you, master and servant. From now on, go to Siberia and dig potatoes in peace.

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