Chapter 165: The Number One Death Eater Visits

After sending the butler away, Harry seriously explained his concerns to Eve: "Our friends in the magic world are used to wearing robes, which is very strange in the eyes of Muggles; and wizards might not necessarily be happy when surrounded by Muggles."

"Then can we just invite our own good friends?" Eve said a bit naively.

"But in that case, perhaps there will be very few people." Harry pondered. "Except for the Wei Silai family who are willing to give us face, I'm afraid not many people in school are interested in this kind of dance party."

"Then, let's mainly invite some Muggle friends." Eve's tone carried a hint of disappointment.

"When do you plan to set the date?" Harry asked. "Perhaps I can still write to invite the Wei Silai family."

"How about July 30th?" Eve's mood became excited again. "Hold a birthday party for you, you won't mind, right?"

"Of course, I'll write to Luo En in a moment." Harry touched his chin. "Perhaps, Na Wei can too."

The next morning, the owl brought Na Wei's reply; he expressed that he was very happy to celebrate Harry's birthday and intended to invite Hanna as his dance partner.

Luo En returned a call a bit later; they excitedly drafted a vacation plan. The Wei Silai family would arrive at Downton before July 30th, stay at Downton for a period of time after attending the birthday party, and then take Harry and Eve to set off to watch the Quidditch World Cup held on August 12th.

Harry couldn't help but look forward to it as soon as he thought that he could live at the Wei Silai house for the second half of August.

Besides these good news, there was a bad news that made people laugh and cry; because the postman couldn't find number 12 at Grimmauld Place, he returned the letter Harry wrote to Sirius.

Harry handed the letter to Hedwig to send again, and then spent the whole morning discussing the dance party with the excited Eve.

However, at noon that day, when Harry changed into pajamas and prepared to take a nap, that weird dream intruded into his mind again.

This time, he saw it more clearly; it was a long log table. Harry seemed to be sitting in the main seat. On his left side sat a woman with heavy gothic makeup, looking very terrifying. What was even scarier was that she seemed to have been looking at him with a fanatical look, in which there was worship, admiration, and it seemed there was also a little... morbid possessiveness.

Harry wanted to move his gaze away from her, but he found that he seemed unable to do so. In this dream, he couldn't do anything and could only passively accept information. Then, his gaze moved to the long table, where a huge white python was coiled, raising its head and looking at Harry with scarlet eyes, gently spitting its tongue.

Amidst a rapid and violent pain, Harry woke up again, sweating all over.

Harry held his scar, feeling very puzzled. If some kind of connection had been produced between himself and Fu Di Mo, why hadn't this situation happened before? McGonagall said that Fu Di Mo had already managed to resurrect in the summer vacation of the first year; theoretically, he should have started having this kind of dream long ago. Perhaps his power had not yet recovered to the extent of being able to resonate... Harry thought so, but he had another terrible suspicion, that is, Fu Di Mo discovered the connection between the two and started using this to arrange some kind of conspiracy.

Harry tried his best not to consider the latter possibility. He walked slowly to the tea room—perhaps it was a bit too early to drink afternoon tea now, but he didn't want to do homework and was in no mood to do other things. Just when Harry was staring blankly at a pot of black tea, the butler brought a good news: a bearded man in a robe claimed to be Harry's godfather, and now he was in the reception room.

Harry ran to the reception room almost at a sprint. Sirius was sitting on the sofa with a smile. Harry noticed that he was wearing a neat black robe; although there was no decoration, the material of the robe was absolutely worth a lot, which was the main reason he easily gained the butler's trust. And another thing that surprised Harry was that he found his godfather was actually very handsome. In the few times he had seen him last year, Sirius was thin, listless, and disheveled, but now, he had neatly groomed his hair, and although his beard was not shaved clean, he had left a neat style, looking extraordinary.

"Harry." Sirius said slowly. "I received your letter, and I think I'd better come and see for myself; this matter is of great importance."

"Thank you." Harry sat down beside him a bit awkwardly.

"I don't have much clue about this kind of magic thing, but one thing is certain," he said, clasping his hands. "Fu Di Mo is getting more and more cunning."

In Harry's confused eyes, Sirius continued: "When I was young, he started to make waves, but at that time he was more like a terrorist, and wouldn't care about so much at all, just simply killing everyone he didn't like."

"But now, Fu Di Mo has learned to endure and hibernate. He has been resurrected for more than two years, but the magic world still looks like the original, which is not a good thing." Sirius paused. "I mean, compared to the calm now, and Fu Di Mo planning some kind of conspiracy in the dark, I would rather he jump out directly."

"I think what you said is not unreasonable." Harry touched his chin. "I only realized today that perhaps this dream is also part of his conspiracy, but why is this? Or rather, what does he want to achieve?"

"Anyway, you must stay vigilant." Sirius didn't have many good ways, and could only comfort Harry. "If there is any movement, say it out, and we will discuss it together."

"Alright," Harry shrugged. "By the way, it's been a long time since we parted last semester; what have you been doing these few weeks?"

"It's funny to say, I still have to hide." Sirius's tone carried a hint of helplessness. "Some Death Eaters always come to find me; they seem to really treat me as the number one Death Eater, thinking of coming to rely on me."

"Rely on you?" Harry also couldn't help but laugh at this black humor.

"Yes, the Black family was once prominent, of course now there's only me left." Sirius said. "And, my old mother was a person who extremely admired blood theory during her lifetime, and my brother—Regulus, he was a thorough Death Eater."

"Plus the Ministry of Magic's unremitting propaganda, it's no wonder that some people who don't know the truth would think you are Fu Di Mo's capable subordinate." Harry nodded. "But in that case, what is Fu Di Mo's attitude? He should know that the actual informant is Peter, right?"

"I don't know, Fu Di Mo hasn't come to find me." Sirius shook his head. "None of his close confidants and high-level officials have contacted me; those who come to find me are all those bottom-level Death Eaters who are not doing well."

"Then we might as well go along with the mistake." A strange inspiration surged into Harry's mind. "Now we are in the light, he is in the dark, which is very unfavorable for us. But if you can achieve a pivotal position among the Death Eaters, then things will be very different."

"Forget it, forget it," Sirius waved his hand. "Thinking of talking to those scumbags makes me feel sick."

"But you even survived ten years of prison life." Harry persuaded. "And, gathering those wall-grass who have nothing to do under your command is always better than letting them follow Fu Di Mo to do evil, right?"

"But these people will always do evil." Sirius shook his head. "They want to follow me because the Ministry of Magic said I used a spell to blow up thirteen Muggles. In other words, they are counting on me to lead them to continue killing Muggles."

"Is that so." Harry felt that things were a bit tricky, but soon he thought of American superheroes, so a new idea surged into his mind. "But I think you can lead them to kill Muggles."

In Sirius's puzzled eyes, Harry continued: "There are also many scumbags among Muggles, drug dealers, gang members, traffickers, etc. If Death Eaters want to kill someone, then these people deserve to die. And, if you lead Death Eaters to capture and kill these criminals, it is also a good thing for the Muggle society; that's how it's drawn in hero comics."

"But as far as I know, there are also Muggle Aurors in the Muggle World." Sirius's tone was a bit shaken. "Legal means should be used to punish them."

"The law doesn't always shine into every corner." Harry recalled what was said in the comics. "There are always bad guys who are at large; they either hide themselves or collude with high-level government officials. At this time, those who have superpowers and are willing to fight crime become very important; they are called vigilantes."

"Those Death Eaters you mentioned probably won't be very smart." Harry persuaded. "You just lead them to be vigilantes in the Muggle World, so they can kill Muggles for fun, and won't hurt innocent people."

"Harry, I'm really proud of you." Sirius remarked. "I originally thought I was here to solve your scar problem, but I didn't expect you to help me solve the Death Eater problem with such a clever idea."

The two chatted about some family matters again. Sirius had been playing hide-and-seek with his house-elf recently because of cleaning the house, and the Muggle family Harry lived in also made him feel very at ease. In this way, he was actually not in a hurry to take Harry to Grimmauld Place to live, and could slowly spend time cleaning up the junk collected by the elf.

And Harry inquired about many trivial matters of the older generation, plus the information he learned from Sangster before, he knew that neither his father nor Sirius were the kind of people who followed the rules, which made him more confident and expectant about the plan to gather Death Eaters.

Before leaving, Harry found the complete set of Batman comics from the study and gave them all to Sirius. Although he had only read one or two of them, Harry believed that these books would be very instructive for what his godfather was about to do. ===== CHAPTER 166 =====