Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 443 The Escape Journey: 23 Events! A series of lucky draws offered right off the bat!

Voldemort was truly terrified of Dudley, and even more terrified of being tricked by him.

Even with Dudley's clone secretly stimulating her mental imprint to strengthen her fighting spirit, she couldn't shake off her panicked state within a few hours.

She now had only one thought: to escape England and get away from Dudley and Dumbledore's sphere of influence.

Once she has gathered enough powerful dark wizards and brought Grindelwald onto her ship, she will regain the confidence to target Dudley and Dumbledore.

However, while the idea was good, it was impossible for Voldemort and the remaining fifty-odd elite Death Eaters to evacuate Britain overnight, given their injuries.

The magical contract that Voldemort and Dudley just signed also included a clause prohibiting them from harming anyone during the evacuation.

This means that Voldemort is currently unable to draw life force from Muggles to heal herself and her subordinates' injuries.

"Call all the house-elves over here!"

Voldemort pondered for a moment. She knew she couldn't harm people, but she hadn't said she couldn't harm magical creatures. So, she gave the pure-blooded Death Eaters her orders without hesitation.

Upon hearing this order, the pure-blooded Death Eaters guessed Voldemort's intentions and had no choice but to reluctantly summon their house-elves to their side.

With their family fortunes confiscated by the White Wizards, these loyal house-elves are arguably the last remaining possessions of the pure-blooded Death Eaters.

But they had no choice. To save their lives and to obey the Dark Lord's orders, they had to give up their last possessions.

Under the orders of the pure-blooded Death Eaters, the house-elves lined up, unable to resist, and were all sucked dry by Voldemort, turning into green, desiccated little corpses.

The pureblood Death Eaters didn't have many house-elves to begin with, and after the losses in the great war, they had even fewer left.

Even if all of them were sacrificed, not all Death Eaters could be healed.

Voldemort healed herself first, and then prioritized distributing her remaining life force to the heavily injured Death Eaters who had considerable strength and potential.

Then, he used a powerful healing spell to temporarily heal the remaining wounded Death Eaters.

Healing spells are not very effective at treating some magical wounds, and even powerful healing spells cannot instantly revive Death Eaters to full health.

Therefore, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were delayed until noon the next day before they were able to rest and, dragging their wounded bodies, carefully embarked on their journey to leave England.

On the way, the Death Eaters stopped an owl messenger and obtained a copy of the Daily Prophet for that day.

The front page headline prominently featured the battle at Grimmauld Place last night.

However, the above statement does not entirely follow what Dali told the senior Auror last night.

“Master, this newspaper says that last night we were badly injured in a joint operation between the mud… uh… I mean, that Dursley brat and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and we had to flee in a sorry state.”

There are signs that we are about to flee Britain and go to other countries.

They also said that the British Ministry of Magic has dispatched a large number of Aurors to search for and track us, and will also form a multinational Auror task force to hunt us down.

There was no mention what you did last night in successfully threatening that brat Dursley and forcing him to make concessions.

"Should we find a small magic magazine before we leave the country and expose the truth about last night to ruin that Dursley brat's reputation?"

After reading the headline of the Daily Prophet, Amicus eagerly introduced and advised Voldemort.

When he spoke, he cleverly avoided the word 'Mudblood' because there was a Mudblood dark wizard in their current group, and they couldn't afford to stir up internal conflict.

Amicus is now Voldemort's personal secretary and top lackey.

Despite his lack of talent and average intelligence, he held the position of head of the Caro family and could later use the Caro family's connections within the Vigilantes to help Voldemort win over the saints. As a result, he was protected by Voldemort and Dudley's alter ego, both openly and secretly, until now.

But he didn't understand Voldemort's feelings at that moment, and he couldn't empathize with her eagerness to leave England as quickly as possible.

Being the leader, especially in adversity, comes with a lot of psychological pressure.

"Snapped!"

Voldemort raised her hand and slapped Amycus hard across the face, turning his smiling face into a red and swollen, aggrieved one.

At the same time, he roared angrily at Amicus: "Fool! Is the truth something to be proud of for us?"

I, the mighty Dark Lord, was severely injured and on the verge of death by a twelve-year-old brat. I had no choice but to use the threat of my subordinates going on a killing spree to force him to compromise, and only then did I manage to escape England in disgrace.

You're still leaking information? Aren't you ashamed enough already?

The current newspaper report can at least be interpreted as meaning that I subjectively wanted to lead the evacuation from Britain, and that I wasn't forced to sign a contract and leave Britain within a specified period. Do you understand?

Voldemort grew angrier as she spoke, and proceeded to beat Amicus severely with a combination of slaps and kicks.

Amicus then became obedient, quietly getting up to follow Voldemort's steps, and refusing to utter any further unnecessary schemes.

They are now heading to Austria, a place none of them have ever been, so they cannot locate it and therefore cannot use the Apparition Charm to get there directly, nor can they create a Portkey.

To avoid attracting attention, the Smoke Flight Spell is not convenient to use even during the day.

Many of them were injured.

Therefore, he could only walk to the Muggle train station using a Muggle banishment spell and some speed-up magic.

Among them are Muggle dark wizards who are familiar with the Muggle world and can easily borrow Muggle transportation.

Voldemort was already under immense pressure and in a bad mood because she had to accommodate the wounded Death Eaters under her command, which slowed her progress.

Amycus's interruption only made him more irritable.

When she gets agitated, she tends to overthink.

Thinking about how he had been ambushed and defeated again last night by Dudley, the Black brothers, and the Aurors, he began to ponder why his operation had been exposed.

This is not hard to guess.

Voldemort quickly figured it out and immediately unleashed a barrage of blows on Amicus to vent her anger.

"It's all your fault! You leaked the information that I was targeting the Malfoy and Black families, which allowed the White Wizards to get the news and set up an ambush!"

Voldemort continued to whip Amycus while berating him.

Amykus was stunned once again.

Not only was I stunned by the slap, but I was also stunned by the shock and frustration.

"Wasn't it you, Master, who told me to leak this information back then?"

This was to make those half-hearted pure-blood Death Eaters who wanted to pledge allegiance to you but also wanted to have a way out distance themselves from the surrender faction led by the Malfoy family, and to pave the way for your later revenge against the Malfoy and Black families.

Why are you blaming me now? I did everything you asked!

Moreover, I haven't told anyone else about this. It must be that among those pure-blooded Death Eaters, there was someone who secretly colluded with the Malfoy family or the White Wizards.

"If you're going to punish someone, you should remove these people from the team and punish them. What's the point of hitting me?"

Amycus really wanted to say these words aloud, but he didn't dare to say them out loud, only muttering them to himself.

Firstly, he feared that Voldemort would assume he was talking back and intensify the beating.

Secondly, he feared that Voldemort would believe he had deliberately disrupted the harmonious atmosphere of the Death Eaters and would intensify the beating.

After all, no matter how fickle those pure-blooded Death Eaters were before, they are now obedient and their hearts are set on Voldemort.

Voldemort knew, of course, that Amicus's beating was somewhat unjust, and that the person who should be punished was among her current subordinates.

But she needed to vent, she needed to vent without causing any trouble, and she also needed to make an example of someone to scare others.

Amicus, who is controlled by a variant of the Imperius Curse and is incapable of harboring any disloyalty, is the best candidate.