Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Voldemort didn't notice anything unusual, and the closure of Malfoy Manor did not benefit Lucius at all, but instead put him in danger.

Even if I can get away this time, I'll still suffer a lot.

Then his eyes swept over Bella. If Bella was not trustworthy, then no one could be trusted.

His gaze paused on each of the Death Eaters one by one, but in the end he didn't find anything unusual.

I probably overthink it.

No one dares to deceive him, and no one can deceive him. This is the arrogance of being a master.

'It must be a coincidence'

Voldemort thought so and looked into the distance, but the Ministry of Magic had to settle the account.

It just so happened that he also needed to go to the Ministry of Magic.

"Lucius, my loyal servant, go and take care of the affairs of Malfoy Manor. I'll give you a week. You should be able to do it, right?"

No matter what, the wallet must be kept safe.

"No problem, my lord," Lucius said humbly.

Regardless of whether there are questions or not, at this time you can only answer "no problem" unless it is really impossible to complete.

Today's matter is big, but also simple.

At least no Auror had seen him hanging out with the Death Eaters, had they?

The Malfoys were victims.

When Lucius was not at home, the Death Eaters who had escaped from prison happened to invade and were captured by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic who passed by. In order to express their gratitude, Lucius was willing to give them gold Galleons.

Look, isn’t this done?

"Very good." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Rodolphus: "Go gather the rest of the people, and follow me to the Ministry of Magic in a week to cause a big commotion."

"It's time to get some movement. I think people have forgotten the horror of me being dominated by the Dark Lord. Let them remember."

"The rest of you go contact the werewolves, giants, and our other allies, and let them see the coming of a new era."

“It’s time to say goodbye to the old times.”

How could the Death Eaters dare to refuse? They nodded their heads like chicks pecking at rice.

"Also, who can tell me how they defeated you? You should have the absolute advantage in numbers, right?"

Knowing yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. With his understanding of the Aurors, he will definitely not unilaterally crush the Death Eaters.

"Cough cough."

Dolokhov struggled to get up from the ground and tremblingly took out a test tube from his arms, with a little liquid left in it.

"Master, they use this. After taking this, everyone's movements become extremely fast."

“There is absolutely no trace of them.”

Voldemort took the bottle and placed it near the two holes in his face. He smelled the potion.

It's a magic potion.

"I've never seen a potion before. It tastes very strange."

He seemed to remember that last year at the old Riddle graveyard, the little ghost named Dursley had also drunk something similar and became very difficult to deal with. As a goblin, he almost suffered a loss. Cough, he had already suffered a loss.

So this is why he suddenly became stronger?

He can use potions just like other people can.

If he used this thing to arm his Death Eaters

Voldemort smiled at the thought.

There is still a Potions Master among the Death Eaters.

It is not difficult to copy this potion.

Two days later, Snape, who was making magic soup in the professor's dormitory at Hogwarts, received an unsigned letter with a test tube with only a little residue left hanging on it.

'Research the formula of this potion and give it to me'

There were only a few simple words on the letter, but Snape knew who the owner of the letter was.

That person actually came to see him so early.

Thinking of this, Snape uncorked the test tube, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently.

The next second, Snape's expression became very strange.

Apparently he recognized what potion it was.

The 'Bresta Potion' or 'Superman Potion' made by Dudley is a potion that he is very familiar with.

But it seems that the production method is still the old version

If I remember correctly, this version is flawed.

Moreover, Dali has created a counter-potion for this defect - the Serajong potion.

Chapter 402: A Bed Full of "Sunshine Smell"

Looking at the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban and were re-imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic prison, the Aurors who participated in this operation all held their heads high.

This was the first time the Ministry of Magic had won a complete victory in nearly a decade.

Although most of the credit goes to the Minister of Magic Fudge, who led the operation well, as participants in this operation, we should at least get some credit and glory, right?

Who dares to say that Aurors are useless now? !

As expected, the Daily Prophet reported the news. No one knew where they got the information from, but they described the details of the operation in almost every detail.

The title and content even praised Fudge endlessly, praising his wisdom and bravery as the best Minister of Magic in the world.

This made Fudge very happy. He read the newspaper over and over again, muttering to himself, and he was almost dancing with joy or using a loudspeaker to broadcast the newspaper aloud on a loop.

Fudge was so happy that he rewarded all those who participated in the battle, and people of different levels and grades were promoted.

Especially for Percy, who "obtained accurate intelligence, made suggestions, and was responsible for the implementation of the plan", Fudge specially created a secretary-general position for him (just like Umbridge's deputy minister, a nominal position with no power. Fudge was not good at scheming but he was good at drawing cakes, and he could even make the cakes material, although it would not make you full after eating them). If Percy was not too young and had no support rate, he really wanted to give him the position of Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Rather than letting a stranger take control of this position, it is better to give it to one of your confidants.

Fudge felt very sorry about this.

Percy said he was still young and had plenty of opportunities.

The working days at the Ministry of Magic are pleasant. Except for some special cases of voluntary overtime, people usually leave work on time.

After a busy day, Percy returned to the Weasley family's home, the Burrow.

A house decorated in a haphazard and purely magical style that completely violates the laws of physics.

I gently pushed open the door and was greeted by a fragrant aroma. Needless to say, this must be some delicious food that Mrs. Weasley has cooked.

"Oh my god, look, who's back?!"

Fred pointed at Percy in an almost melodramatic tone.

"Oh, it's the great Lord Percy."

Fred immediately followed suit.

"Make way for the minister."

The twin brothers who should have been studying at Hogwarts were now playing tricks at home.

"You two should be quiet for a moment. You can't make me worry even though you come back so rarely. Can't you learn from your brother and find a decent job in the Ministry of Magic?"

Mrs. Weasley brought a large bowl of fragrant unknown substance and placed it on the dining table, while she kept scolding her two unreliable sons.

When he saw Percy, he showed a kind expression: "Dear, go up and have a rest. I'll call you for dinner later."

Percy replied to his mother with the same smile, then dragged his tired body upstairs towards the room where he lived.

Honestly, he's tired.

He was basically in charge of the entire operation of capturing the Death Eaters, and he was also in charge of all the details. Now that the plan had finally been successfully implemented, he just wanted to have a good meal and a good sleep.

He was in no mood to even reply to his girlfriend's letter, let alone argue with his two stupid twin brothers.

George is easy to deal with, as he just lets it go in one ear and out the other, but Fred has a bad temper.

"Learn to be like Percy?" Fred immediately asked back, "Work at the Ministry of Magic as Fudge's lackey?"

The news that Fudge broke into Hogwarts and confronted Dumbledore that day spread throughout the school, and as Fudge's secretary, Percy naturally did not suffer any good consequences.

"Fred, how many times do I have to tell you that your father is also an official of the Ministry of Magic? Is your father also a running dog?"

"I'm George."

Fred tried to argue, but Mrs. Weasley didn't believe him at all.

"Okay, Fred pretending to be George."

If they still don't know who is who after all these years, then she is a complete failure as a mother.

Then Fred's protest was heard again: "But Daddy isn't helping Fudge!"

"He is Fudge's secretary. If he doesn't help Fudge, will he help you?"

Mrs. Weasley asked rhetorically, banging the iron pot on the stove.

"That's not right."

"Fred, right and wrong are not as simple as they seem."

"Sometimes I really don't understand. Is it so difficult to admit that my older brother is excellent?"

Amid the roar of Mrs. Weasley downstairs, Percy pushed open the door of his room and fell straight onto his big bed.

Smelling the bed filled with laundry detergent and the 'smell of sunshine', Percy fell into a deep sleep.

It turns out that nowhere is as comfortable as home.

‘Papa pa pa’

I don't know how long it was before I heard the sound of flapping wings in the room.

Percy rubbed his head and sat up in bed.

On the table in front of him, a green and orange-edged Den Den Mushi was slowly wriggling, and the flapping sound of its wings came from its mouth.

I glanced out the window and saw the moon hanging high above the branches. It was obviously very late.

"Pa pa pa, who would come to see me so late?"

Percy stretched, shouted to Den Den Mushi, then stood up and answered the phone.

"Hi, I'm Percy."

"I'm Dursley."

Percy perked up when he heard the voice coming from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

It looks like action is about to be taken.

After a moment, Percy hung up the phone with a serious expression.

Just as he was planning something in his mind, a loud 'rumble' from his abdomen brought him back to his senses.

It seems like I haven’t even had dinner yet.

So Percy immediately changed into pajamas and walked down the stairs.

I hope there is some food left, as everyone must have finished their meal and returned to their rooms to rest by this time.

In the dining room of the Burrow, there was a large cover on the long table of the Weasley family, with several small bowls placed inside. The bowls contained the dishes made by Mrs. Weasley today. Obviously, these were specially left for him.

There was also a note next to the cover with a few words written on it, saying that since he was sleeping so soundly, she didn't call him when it was time to eat, but reminded him to heat up the food before eating when he was hungry, as eating too much cold food would hurt his stomach.

Of course, there are no microwaves in wizard restaurants, but they have magic.

Percy pointed his wand at the food and it soon became steaming hot.

Picking up a sandwich, Percy began to devour it.