It was raining heavily outside, a fire was burning in the old manor hall, and a wizard was talking respectfully to the person in the armchair.

"Find the mudblood's hiding place?"

There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's hoarse voice, and he was obviously surprised at the efficiency of his right-hand man.

"I used the Imperius Curse on Diggory." Yaxley handed the letter to Voldemort respectfully, "But I can't be sure if it was a trap. After all, the mudblood is very cunning. Lucius and Lestrange

The whole family fell into his hands, and this may also be a trap to lure us into taking the bait."

"You want to use that old woman to determine if this is a trap?"

After Voldemort glanced at the contents of the letter, he threw the letter into the fireplace and let it burn to ashes in the flames.

"Yes, my master."

"Go and bring her." Voldemort said after a pause, "Oh, by the way, I think you should have captured her family as well."

"They've been captured, and the dementors are guarding them," Yaxley said.

"Very good, I would like to see if the old woman can still be so strong in refusing." Voldemort sneered.

Soon, Yaxley pushed a wheelchair into the hall. Sitting in the wheelchair was Cassandra Wablasky, the master of prophecy who disappeared from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies a while ago.

"Do as I just said."

A crystal ball was placed in front of the old master of prophecy by Yaxley.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment his fingers touched the crystal ball, the thick fog on the crystal ball spun like a whirlpool.

But when the fog stopped spinning, what came into view was still thick fog.

"Failed?"

Yaxley stared at the crystal ball and frowned slightly.

"It failed. The accuracy of divination and prophecy is not very high. Otherwise, the prophecy hall in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic would have been filled with prophecy balls." There was a hint of contempt and sarcasm in the old man's tone. She was begging for death.

.

Ever since she fell into Voldemort's hands, Cassandra knew her fate. She had lived too long and had no respect for death.

If Voldemort hadn't used her relatives to threaten her last time, Cassandra wouldn't want to pay attention to them at all.

"lie."

Voldemort turned around in his armchair and looked at the old woman in front of him indifferently, "No one can deceive me."

"You must have failed the divination class when you were in school." Cassandra sneered mercilessly. "Anyone who has understood divination will know how low the success rate of divination and prediction is. Of course, I have something to do.

You can be sure that you will be defeated by Harry Potter in the future."

"If you want to die, you need my permission." Voldemort stared at the old woman in front of him with cold eyes, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You have no intention of prophesying for me at all. It doesn't matter, I won't torture you.

But I can torture your daughter, son, and grandson. I have already sent people to arrest all your family members. Maybe you will want to meet them."

Cassandra didn't have to wait too long when she saw a group of dementors walking into the hall grabbing a few wizards with frightened expressions.

"If you are still so stubborn and unwilling to divine for me, I will torture them to death in front of you." Voldemort raised his wand and used the Cruciatus Curse on one of the middle-aged wizards, screaming miserably.

Screams of panic filled the entire hall.

"Quiet." Voldemort sneered, "If you die, I don't mind letting them bury you with you."

"If you are like this, how can I predict fortune for you?"

Cassandra was completely desperate after seeing her relatives. She angrily threw the crystal ball at Voldemort. She stood up from her wheelchair and threw herself at Voldemort, but lost her balance due to her age and fell to the ground.

"Hel her up," Voldemort ordered coldly.

Yaxley helped the old man sit back on the chair and placed a new crystal ball in front of her.

"Now, tell me what I want to know."

"What do you want to know?"

Cassandra's voice trembled and she tried her best not to look at her relatives.

"Tell me where Albert Anderson is," Voldemort ordered. "I want to know where the Mudblood is hiding."

Cassandra put her hand on the crystal ball, her eyes widened, and she murmured, "Failed."

The prediction actually failed.

As if to confirm her words, Cassandra did another divination and saw Albert appearing in a forest.

Then, there was nothing more.

"You know, my patience is limited. Maybe, I should remind you of your current situation." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at a middle-aged woman.

"Stop, I really can't find Albert's location." Cassandra shouted towards Voldemort, "There is no need for me to deceive..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light filled the hall, and the middle-aged woman fell to the ground with empty eyes.

What followed was a scream of panic.

"You madman, a complete madman."

Cassandra reached out and grabbed her chest, looking at her dead granddaughter. She completely regretted it, regretted that she had not left England in the first place, and regretted why she did not die earlier, so that her family would not be harmed.

"Tell me, what I want to know, I'm sure you don't want to..."

"Kill if you want!"

Cassandra would look away from her granddaughter and stare at Voldemort with hatred, "You never planned to let us live anyway, so don't expect me to predict for you."

Cassandra's indifference was a bit beyond Voldemort's expectations. He was also dissatisfied with someone challenging his authority.

Anyone who dares to do this will need to pay the price.

Voldemort pointed his wand at a wizard and tortured him with the Cruciatus Curse in front of Cassandra until he fell to the ground dying.

"Why don't you continue?"

Cassandra was indifferent to this, and her forcefulness surprised even Yaxley.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light flashed, and far away in Hogwarts, Harry Potter in the Gryffindor Tower dormitory suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. He gasped for air and looked at the dim room with some confusion.

inside.

Voldemort killed people.

Harry put his hand to cover his forehead and tried to recall the scene he had seen in his dream. However, it seemed that some things had become very blurry.

"What a bad morning!"

Listening to the sound of rain outside, Harry lay back on the bed and stared at the dark ceiling in a daze.

The things I dreamed about seemed to be disappearing from my memory.

After he opened his eyes again, the sky outside had brightened a little, and the rain was still falling. His roommates had all gotten up, and everyone was changing clothes and getting ready to have breakfast.

On the way to the Great Hall, Harry told Hermione and Ron about the dream he had last night.

"Harry, you should close your brain." Hermione nervously grabbed Harry's arm and said with worry on her face, "Dumbledore must hope that you can close your brain and stop letting You-Know-Who affect you.

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"Hermione, the situation is not as bad as you think. Dumbledore also thinks that Voldemort will not try to peek into my brain again." Harry comforted softly.

Although he didn't know whether this was credible, Dumbledore definitely had a reason for saying that.

Moreover, Harry didn't think this kind of thing was that bad. At least he could know what Voldemort was doing. It was important to collect intelligence.

"It seems he killed someone to warn another person."

Harry tried to recall the content of his dream last night, "But the effect didn't seem to be very good. I could feel his anger. The guy seemed... angry with embarrassment."

"Who do you think can make the mysterious man angry?" Ron was a little curious about who that person was.

"I guess I know who You-Know-Who is threatening," Hermione said suddenly.

"Who is it?" they both said in unison.

"Cassandra Wabraski."

Hermione took out yesterday's newspaper from her backpack.

"This master of prophecy and her relatives seem to have disappeared inexplicably."

"Cassandra Wabraski?" Harry repeated the name in his mouth, feeling that it sounded familiar.

"The author of "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future." Hermione reminded.

"What did Voldemort want to know through the prophecy?"

"Maybe, I should tell Dumbledore about this, if Voldemort really has any conspiracy... Oh, don't do this Ron."

Harry felt helpless that Ron was afraid after hearing Voldemort's name.

"I'm sorry Harry, but there's a reason why everyone is afraid of You-Know-Who." Ron was actually very brave. He now had a much smaller reaction than most people when they heard "Voldemort". "Besides, even Anderson
To be continued...