Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

"His strength, I feel stronger than it was 13 years ago," Snape said, rubbing his left forearm.

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Thirteen years ago, before Voldemort was defeated by Harry and the Ministry of Magic was still under his control, it was at the height of his power.

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Dumbledore's face was a little gloomy. He understood how capable Voldemort 13 years ago was. If Voldemort is more powerful now than 13 years ago, their situation will be even more dangerous.

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On the night of Voldemort's rebirth, Barty Jr. and Wilson were more excited than Voldemort himself, and the delighted expressions of the two loyal servants were beyond words.

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Barty Jr.'s left hand disappeared from the wrist, and was replaced by a mercury-silver fluid palm, but Barty Jr. didn't care, and he was proud of being able to dedicate to his master.

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"Bella, this crazy woman, I see how she is so proud in front of me." Little Barty thought to herself.

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Before, he was not Voldemort's confidant, Bella, Dolohov and other Death Eaters currently imprisoned in Azkaban are the core old members.

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Now it's his little Barty. Crouch has made the greatest contribution to the resurrection of the master, and we will see who will dare to talk about his qualifications in the future.

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"Master, what should I do next?" Barty asked.

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A crying smile appeared on Voldemort's ugly and terrifying face, "Of course he's going to Azkaban to pick us up."

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Dumbledore of Hogwarts came to the Ministry of Magic overnight. He had already thought about what Voldemort would do next, so he found Fudge and hoped that he would arrange for someone to protect Azkaban.

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"Where is the need for manpower? Now everyone knows that the mysterious man is coming back. There is panic and chaos outside. The Aurors have to maintain law and order and protect the safety of the Ministry of Magic. How can there be any extra manpower." Fudge's face was haggard. said.

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When Barty Jr appeared with Voldemort's antidote, everyone knew that the Dark Lord had been lurking in the dark, ready to make a comeback.

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"I don't want to be alarmist, but you have to understand the seriousness of this matter. If Azkaban's Death Eaters are released, the Ministry of Magic will have to change its dynasty," Dumbledore said.

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"Yes, but Azkaban is guarded by dementors, and they are the best guards. What could go wrong?" Fudge was somewhat persuaded by Dumbledore.

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"I've always distrusted Dementors, and I wouldn't be surprised if one day they defect to the Death Eaters."

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Hearing this, Fudge was silent for a moment, "I see, I will send someone to garrison Azkaban."

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"I also provide personal hands." Dumbledore said.

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"Who?"

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"Alastor Moody."

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As a former Auror director, Moody has excellent command ability and rich experience in actual combat. He brought 3 Aurors and 7 law enforcement officers sent by Fudge to station in Azkaban.

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But after two days of guarding, there was no sign of trouble, which made Fudge lose his patience.

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And Voldemort, who was supposed to free his loyal servants, was stopped by a group of mysterious people.

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At first, Voldemort thought that the three people standing in front of him were Haierbo's subordinates, but after looking closely at their clothes, the dark red linen robes were embroidered with black patterns resembling dragon heads.

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Haierbo's organization is called Fangs, and its base is in Greece. When Voldemort was possessed by a mouse, he saw the emblem of Fangs in Knockturn Alley. It was definitely not the black dragon head.

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The three mysterious men seemed to be very young, and they invited Voldemort to be a guest at their organization.

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At Haierbo, Voldemort was fed up with being under the guise of others. He regarded himself very highly, and now he didn't want to cooperate with anyone at all. It was enough for him to have his Death Eaters.

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But the three mysterious people saw that the invitation could not be made, so they took the lead.

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In the three-on-three situation, Barty Jr barely drew with the opponent, while Wilson was completely suppressed.

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When Voldemort, who had just been resurrected, encountered such annoyance, it would be difficult to end it without killing the opponent.

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Although the mysterious man who fought against Voldemort was very strong, he was hit by Voldemort's Avadasso before he could resist a few moves.

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However, it was shocking that the other party didn't die.

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The Slaughtering Curse was hit in the abdomen, and it just broke the flesh and bleeds. This magic resistance is comparable to that of a fourth- and fifth-level magical creature.

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Voldemort calmed down and looked at the three of them. He realized that the other party was strong, with no wand casting, high magic resistance, and after listening to their words, they were just ordinary members of the organization.

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"Stop, since you are here to invite me, shouldn't you reveal some of your information?" Voldemort said.

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"We? We are the messengers of the **** of death. The sect leader recognizes your abilities and hopes to talk to you."

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Recognition, this word made Voldemort feel extremely uncomfortable. Only superiors and strong people would use approval for subordinates.

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The leader of this group of people obviously put himself in a higher position than Voldemort.

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"The sect master knows that you want to take over the Ministry of Magic. There is no rush. A small British Ministry of Magic can take over at any time. We have a bigger plan and hope to recruit talented people like you to realize it together."

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The opponent's pattern is obviously not in the UK, and it is so easy to say that they won the Ministry of Magic, either rhetoric or real power.

Voldemort believed the latter, "Where is your organization?"

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"It's all over the world, but the headquarters is in the UK, after all, this is where we were born."

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Fang Fang, which was once in its prime, only swept across the Balkans in southern Europe under the leadership of Haier Po. Sixty or seventy years ago, Grindelwald was turbulent and did not conquer Western Europe.

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Now these people say that the power of their organization is spread all over the world. What a huge power this is, why Voldemort has never heard of it before.

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Voldemort's return was quiet, and the Ministry of Magic was nervously alerting the Death Eaters to any big moves.

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The loyal Death Eaters were looking forward to Voldemort's call, but except when Voldemort was resurrected, the Dark Mark on their arms had reacted, and the mark never hurt in the next few days.

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Half a month has passed in this way, the life of ordinary wizards has returned to normal, and the patients have gradually improved and recovered.

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But Fudge and the top officials of the Ministry of Magic, as well as Dumbledore, were still stuck in their throats and felt very uncomfortable.

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Knowing that the mysterious man was back, the other party couldn't bear it, hiding in the darkness, making the Ministry of Magic more passive on the bright side.

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On the isolated island of Azkaban, Mad-Eye Moody took a sip of wine, and he didn't know whether it was the freezing rain or the sea water that wet his messy hair.

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"It's been half a month, let alone the Death Eaters, there's not even a prisoner."

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"Mr. Moody, why don't you contact the minister and change it to a shift system. We won't be able to handle it any longer," said a member of the law enforcement team.

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Half a month ago, Fudge had dispatched 3 Aurors and 7 law enforcement officers to Moody's command, which was actually not enough to defend against the prison robbery.

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The Auror's strength is slightly better. The Law Enforcement Team is the armed force of the Law Enforcement Department. However, many people switch to the Law Enforcement Team after failing to pass the Auror's office exam, and their strength level is also slightly lower.

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The 11 of them stayed on the island for half a month, and the weather gradually turned cooler. Some of them were already impatient, and they felt that the Ministry of Magic had forgotten them.

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"You guys can't take it anymore? Remember when I was chasing a fugitive..." Moody began to talk about his heroic deeds when he was young again, but the others seemed tired of hearing it and lost interest.

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"You, go sail, go back to the Ministry of Magic and ask what to do next." Moody suddenly pointed to an Auror and said.

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The isolated island where Azkaban is located has anti-apparition deployed within a radius of 2 kilometers, and the waves are turbulent and undercurrents are swaying. Only by leaving the 2 kilometers range by boat can the apparition return to the land.

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On Sunday, October 31, 1993, this year's Halloween dinner was extraordinarily grand. Perhaps because of the catastrophe experienced, the students were suppressed for too long, oh no, even the professors.

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In previous years' dinners, the auditorium just changed the ceiling to create a festive atmosphere, the food was more plentiful, and the school choir would also perform a show.

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This year, each academy put out a show, performed by students who were not infected.

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On the stage, the Gryffindor students were performing a musical, and at the climax, there was applause from below.

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"Don't tell me, although I don't like Gryffindor, this show is really good." Cassius said while clapping his hands.

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Sean nodded in a perfunctory response. He was looking at Dumbledore and Sirius on the professor's chair.

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Sirius was also caught in the epidemic. As soon as he woke up, he learned that Voldemort had made a comeback, and immediately worried about Harry's safety.

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A few days ago he and Voldemort came up with some ideas about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

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"If you can indulge tonight, you can indulge. From next month, life will not be so good." Sean said.

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Chris, who was on the side, heard the words and asked, "What's going on next month?"

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"Professor Black wants to make the Defense Against the Dark Arts class more difficult, and Dumbledore is going to reopen the Duel Club," Sean said.

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"How did you know?" Cassius asked. "Gossip?"

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"It's inside information. Dumbledore asked me to be the deputy of the Dueling Club."

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Because of Voldemort's comeback, Sirius felt that he could no longer teach students things that were just on paper, but to teach those who were useful in actual combat, and those who could protect themselves and counterattack.

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Dumbledore agrees, but Hogwarts has seven grades and four houses. Although the two houses are combined for classes, Sirius can't devote more energy.

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So, Dumbledore hired Lupin as the coach of the Dueling Club, which was not part of the faculty establishment, and the salary was lower than other professors, but Lupin didn't care.

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As Lupin's deputy, Sean was recommended by Professor McGonagall. She had seen Sean defeat four law enforcement officers without defeat.

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Dumbledore did this just so that the students could have a little bit of self-defense in the event of an inevitable battle with the Death Eaters.

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But Sean is a little worried that the educational policy of Hogwarts has changed, from happy education to practical education, which makes the sensitive people of the Ministry of Magic inevitably think more.

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"If Fudge found out, he would lose sleep again." Sean had already anticipated Fudge's attitude afterward.

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