Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"Lucius..."

A red light flashed in Armand's eyes, and then he moved aside to make way.

"Go in, don't keep the master waiting for too long."

After entering the door of the secret room, Lucius passed through a tunnel littered with bones and finally arrived at the hall of the secret room.

This hall was once used by the Malfoys centuries ago to discuss political conspiracies and store weapons and armor.

At this moment, under the illumination of the magic torch, it looked like a cemetery from the depths of a nightmare.

Under the rough stone wall, various ancient coffins were piled up in a disorderly manner. The owners of these coffins were now wearing black robes, holding weapons buried with them, or ancient collections of the Malfoy family, standing in the hall.

The dancing flames of the torches shone on their black robes. Their pulled-up hoods blocked their faces, so that Lucius could only see the two flickering red lights beneath their hoods.

At this time, these resurrected undead were busy tying up some struggling people to the torture instruments on both sides of the hall.

On these ancient torture instruments, some of the people who had been tied up before had begun to change their bodies. Their skin turned pale, their skulls became swollen, all the hair on their bodies fell off, one or several horrifying tentacles extended from their lower jaws, and their eye sockets flashed with malicious yellow light.

At the end of this horrific hall, under the black flag with a picture of a snake emerging from a skull's mouth, is a throne made of bones and a throne made of flesh and blood.

At this time, a pale monster with tentacles waving on its face and a handsome black-haired young man were sitting on the two thrones.

Lucius walked through the hall filled with undead and monsters, walked to the two thrones and knelt on one knee.

"Master, the Aurors have left."

The black-haired young man looked at Lucius who was kneeling on one knee on the ground and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lucius."

Then he turned his head and looked at the Mind Flayer Voldemort who was sitting next to him.

"This is the fourth time the Aurors have stuck their noses in here. We should move to another place. I suspect that just like the cave, Dumbledore will find this place sooner or later."

Hearing the words of the young Voldemort, Lucius felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart, but as soon as this thought came to his mind, Lucius suppressed it fiercely.

"But where should we go? There is no place in the whole of Britain that Dumbledore's nose cannot reach. The Ministry of Magic has also strengthened its control over Azkaban. In addition to the Dementors, some Aurors have also been deployed there. With our current strength, it will be difficult to take over Azkaban quietly."

The Mind Flayer Voldemort looked at the young Voldemort.

"If we have more time, by the summer vacation, I can transform a legion of mind flayers here. Together with your undead army, we can quickly take over Azkaban."

Young Voldemort shook his head.

"It's too obvious. In order to convert the mind flayers and satisfy your appetite, we have kidnapped too many Muggles recently. Now the Muggles have noticed something. If we want to form a mind flayer army, the risk of us being exposed is too great."

Although there was a voice in his heart warning Lucius not to interrupt at this time and let Voldemort make his own decision.

But when he thought about the news he had received before and his desire to get these two crazy Voldemorts to leave Malfoy Manor.

Lucius raised his head.

"Dear Master, I have a small suggestion..."

The next moment, Lucius felt two terrifying gazes falling on him, and his broken courage was now melting as quickly as dew in the sun.

Lucius said through gritted teeth before the last bit of courage disappeared.

"In the East, the Soviet Union collapsed last Christmas. The former Ministry of Magic has now split into fifteen smaller Ministries of Magic. The local wizards have even started a civil war..."

I don’t know if it was because he had run out of energy or courage, but when Lucius got to this point he began to breathe heavily, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to slide down his forehead.

"The Soviet Union...if there is chaos there, it seems like a better place to be than Albania..."

The Mind Flayer Voldemort tapped the armrests of the throne of flesh and blood with his fingers. Facing the gaze from the young Voldemort, the Mind Flayer stretched out his slender fingers and pointed upwards.

"The eldest brother once spent a long time in the forests of Albania. If it weren't for the fact that he rarely encountered wizards, I think he actually liked it there."

The young Voldemort, like the Mind Flayer Voldemort just now, knocked on the armrest of his skeletal throne.

"Eastern Europe……"

The young Voldemort once again turned his gaze to Lucius who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Lucius, I remember you once said that Igor Karkaroff, that traitor, that despicable man, is now the headmaster of Durmstrang?"

"Yes... yes master..."

Lucius said with difficulty.

"Karkaroff became the headmaster there a few years ago."

A smile appeared on the young Voldemort's face.

"My brother, I have an idea now, I wonder if you have the same idea as me?"

"Of course, bro."

A hideous smile appeared on the tentacled face of the Mind Flayer Voldemort.

"Dark magic, fresh flesh, ancient undead, away from Dumbledore's nose, we have everything we want."

Having said that, young Voldemort stood up from the throne of bones and walked up to Lucius.

"Congratulations, Lucius. You will soon be able to get rid of us uninvited guests. How about it? Are you happy?"

Hearing the young Voldemort's words, Lucius trembled as if a giant monster was doing piston movements behind him.

"Master... Master... having you at Malfoy Manor... is... my... greatest honor."

"Hahahaha!"

The young Voldemort kicked Lucius, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Fool, give up your useless brain defense. Your open soul has no secrets in front of me!"

"Master... Master! I am loyal to you!"

Lucius was kicked to the ground and hugged Voldemort's thighs in panic.

"Really? Are you loyal?"

Voldemort looked down at Lucius who was hugging his thighs.

"Yes Master! I! Lucius! Loyal!"

Young Voldemort reached out and placed a hand on top of Lucius' head.

"Well, loyal Lucius, I now give you two choices..."

The night at Malfoy Manor has just begun.

At the same time, in an office in the Auror Headquarters in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge, Scrimgeour and Dumbledore were listening to the report of a big, dark-skinned Auror.

"We checked every corner of Malfoy Manor again, including the cemetery and dungeons under the floor, and found no signs related to the Dark Arts."

As soon as the big Auror finished speaking, Scrimgeour shook his head and looked at Fudge.

"Minister, when you first authorized the Aurors to search Malfoy Manor, I told you that a simple search would not yield any results. It is an ancient building with more unknown secret passages and chambers than the pores on cheese. The only correct thing for us to do is to send out a commando team composed of elite Aurors..."

Fudge shook his head.

"That's too radical, Scrimgeour. That's too radical. You have to know that it's not just the Dark Lord that's at stake. We are also not ready for a full-scale war. After the Dementors became unreliable, guarding Azkaban alone has taken up most of our mobile forces..."

Watching Fudge and Scrimgeour arguing, Dumbledore interrupted them.

"Gentlemen...if the British Ministry of Magic alone cannot solve the problem, perhaps we can ask for help from other magical ministries. After all, once Voldemort gains power, it will no longer be our problem."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Scrimgeour's eyes flashed, but Fudge shook his head.

"Dear Albus, if Voldemort has already started a large-scale operation, we can certainly ask for support from other ministries of magic. But if we ask for help from other ministries of magic now, they will only laugh at us and give us some assistance that is of no use at all."

Fudge knocked on the table.

"You see, the way most Ministry operations work is, step one, we declare that nothing happened. Step two, maybe something happened but we shouldn't do anything about it. Step three, maybe we should do something but there's nothing we can do. And step three, maybe we could have done something but now it's too late."

That night, the meeting at Auror Headquarters lasted a long time.

The next day, as soon as the sun jumped out of the horizon, Harry, who had been discussing with Draco all night, rushed to the common room impatiently and dived into the fireplace.

"Godfather! Godfather! Are you awake?!"

When Harry stuck his head out of the fireplace at number 12 Grimmauld Place, the lights were on in the living room.

"What's wrong Harry? Why did you come to see me so early today?"

As Harry shouted, Blake, wearing a bathrobe, a pair of large shorts and slippers, and holding a plate and a mug in his hands, came out of the kitchen.

Looking at Black, who hadn't had breakfast yet, Harry hesitated.

After all, after what happened yesterday, Harry didn't sleep well the whole night, and his mind was full of his sudden idea.

However, after seeing that Black had not eaten yet, Harry felt that based on his understanding of Black.

If he told Blake what happened yesterday, his breakfast today would be ruined.

However, if something like this happened, it would be even worse if I didn't tell Blake.

So Harry looked at Black.

"Godfather, if you hear what I'm about to say, don't be impulsive. How about you eat breakfast first?"

Black looked at Harry in the fireplace, although he didn't know what Harry was going to say.

But Black, who had understood Harry's character during their time together, picked up a piece of fried toast from the plate, ate it in two big bites, then took a sip from the mug before looking at Harry in the fireplace.

"Harry, what happened?"

116 The Ministry of Magic is Rubbish!

Just as Harry thought, Black's breakfast was ruined after learning what happened yesterday.

In fact, not only Blake's breakfast was ruined, but also an innocent coffee table.

After punching an innocent coffee table, Blake's expression was like the weather in Britain, with dark clouds and no clear sky.

"How dare he... How dare he..."

At this time, Blake's teeth were chattering.

Harry had no doubt that if Voldemort appeared in front of Black at this moment, Black would be able to eat Voldemort raw without any seasoning, without even spitting out the bones.

"So Godfather, I need your help."

Black took a deep breath and then looked at Harry in the fireplace.