William Davis
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The fire in the fireplace pulsated and added a touch of warmth to the cold, breezy dark night. But all the warmth disappeared when their sight met the talking man. Voldemort is seated directly in front of the fireplace, with the burning wood behind him, a position closest to the flames that cast a much deeper shadow than the rest, and the most conspicuous thing the Death Eaters could see besides his silhouette is the red eyes and pale skin. “Severus?” He looked at the seat to his immediate…-
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The stores in Diagon Alley are doing a lot less business than usual. “That’s normal if you have a row of pictures of Death Eaters posted in front of your store as well …” said Madam Malkin, as she measured the measurements of Felix’s body. Felix enjoyed the cordial service in the robe shop. He glanced at the wanted notices in the window, as well as the various large purple announcements, and thought her words made sense. The street outside the window is filled with passer-by walking in a…
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Felix spent the night directly at ‘Future World’. Early the next morning, he went to a small and shabby store on the south side of Diagon Alley, the gold paint on the sign is peeling off, but the store is a big name in Diagon Alley because its name is Ollivander. As the tagline on the sign reads – Makers of Fine Wands since three hundred and eighty-two B.C. – the long history of excellent and consistent quality has led most British wizards to buy their wands here at Ollivander’s, and it must be…
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In a way, Harry thought he had more say in the matter. He rubbed his forehead hard, a thousand bees seemed to be buzzing in his head as he repeatedly recalled the instances when his scars hurt. It is true that it was only more intense when Voldemort appeared, with a few exceptions – when Voldemort had violent mood swings – but since he started to grasp Occlumency, this had happened much less often. But he really isn’t the same anymore. The voice in his head can testify. Harry swallowed, grabbed…
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It is over, Felix mentally breathed a sigh of relief. He bent down and twisted the dregs of the wand and turned it into powder on the ground, as he thought about the battle just now. Overall, he did well enough, pretty much even with Voldemort, only at the end his rhythm become messy when he dodged that exaggerated curse, but the biggest goal of his trip was achieved – Felix ranged the approximate strength of Voldemort, which will provide a basis for the next battle. Felix grinned, he suddenly found…
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Voldemort stared at the night sky, his black robe wavered in the cool breeze along with the overgrown weeds. The sound of rustling footsteps sounded behind him. “Felix Hap …” he said slowly, looking back at the unhurried visitor, Felix looking left and right as if he had been treading curiously along wilderness, with a touch of appropriate novelty. “Surprisingly, there’s no one else and no traps.” Felix said, “To be honest, I’m a little surprised.” “Do I need those?” Voldemort…
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Time passed little by little. The trio looked anxious and restless as Harry stared at the flames burning in the fireplace, expecting it to suddenly change colour and a wizard to emerge from it and tell them what had happened. Or send a Patronus to deliver a message. … But nothing happened. The wood crackled and the atmosphere in the office became dull and depressing. Harry thought it might be due to the high temperature – it is late July, August will be here soon, and not many people would choose…
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“I’m worried that the experience from a month ago is still affecting them.” Sirius frowned. “It’s true that they can’t pretend that nothing happened,” Felix said calmly, “they were surrounded by hundreds of Death Eaters, that’s not a scene that anyone can handle, not to mention the powerlessness from having to see their companions tortured … I suppose they don’t want to experience it a second time.” “I didn’t even dare to ask what it was felt like to be struck by a Cruciatus…
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Newt looked both amazed and fascinated. He gazed at the unusually big Occamy, his eyes intent and scorching, as he murmured under his breath, “Am I dreaming, I hope Tina doesn’t wake me up in the middle of it.” He tentatively approached, but the Occamy seemed intimidated by his attitude, flapping its wings to bring up a strong wind that pushed him back a few steps. “Whoa, calm-” Newt fished out a jar from some corner of his body, which is stuffed with beetles, “I know you like this, I…
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“Hey, Newt.” Felix addressed the busy figure, “Got anything?” “I’m not certain.” Newt straightened up from his chair, and hastily jotted down a few notes, before staring at a few “big scorpions” rampaging in the glass case, and said hesitantly, “Hagrid called it Blast-Ended Skrewt? It seems to be grumpy, is it in heat? Some creatures in heat will become dumb in the head … some people too.” “No one can say for sure, this creature only appeared in existence less than a year ago,…
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