章節 303: Chapter 303: "Dark Alliances"
Harry stood in his mountain hideout, the silence broken only by the faint hum of protective wards surrounding the room. Before him, Duncan Macnair sat bound and unconscious in a magically reinforced chair. The room, fortified against both magical and physical escape, reflected Harry's heightened vigilance. After the encounter with the vampires, he wasn't about to let his guard down—not even in his own sanctuary.
"Rennervate," Harry commanded, his wand steady and aimed at the Death Eater.
Macnair stirred, confusion flickering across his face as he awoke. Panic soon followed as he took in his bindings and the sterile, warded environment. Before Macnair could speak or act, Harry struck swiftly with Legilimency, plunging into the depths of the man's mind.
Memories unfurled like a dark tapestry, each thread revealing a web of alliances and strategies far more intricate than Harry had anticipated.
His actions at the graveyard—where he had eliminated Voldemort's inner circle—had caused a greater ripple effect than he realized. Through Macnair's memories, Harry could see how those ripples had grown into relentless waves, reshaping the Dark Lord's plans.
He focused intently on Voldemort's recent actions. Instead of retreating into a paranoid shell after losing his closest followers, Voldemort had adapted. Macnair's mind showed him a calm and calculating Voldemort, making deliberate, measured decisions. Harry couldn't help but notice the stark difference from the deranged creature he remembered from the books.
"The Horcruxes," Harry muttered, pieces falling into place. Destroying them had affected Voldemort more profoundly than he initially thought. "He doesn't look like someone whose soul is splintered anymore."
Memory after memory revealed a Voldemort who was no longer weighed down by madness. His strategies were precise, his decisions deliberate. He no longer lashed out impulsively but responded with a cold, logical efficiency that made him even more dangerous.
Harry's brow furrowed as a theory began to take shape. "When the Horcruxes were destroyed," he murmured, "the soul fragments didn't pass on. They rejoined the original."
It was a twisted kind of logic, but it fit. The research on Horcruxes was sparse, focused mainly on their creation, with little insight into their destruction. Even Voldemort himself might not fully understand why his fractured mind had healed or why his thoughts were clearer.
But Harry was certain of one thing: the destruction of the Horcruxes had come at a cost. While Voldemort might now possess a complete soul, it was weaker than before. Harry and Sirius had seen firsthand the benefits of absorbing the soul energy from the destroyed Horcruxes. That power was gone—diminished—but Voldemort's newfound clarity more than compensated for the loss of raw strength.
"A sharper, more rational Voldemort," Harry thought grimly. "Weaker in raw power, perhaps, but far more dangerous in every other way."
Delving deeper into Macnair's memories, Harry uncovered a treasure trove of Voldemort's plans and secrets. As a trusted member of Voldemort's new inner circle, Macnair was privy to nearly everything, and the scope of what Harry learned was staggering.
Voldemort, in his urgency to rebuild his forces, had decided to ally with Grindelwald's leftover followers—a group of powerful old wizards who called themselves the Schwarzwald Zirkel. These remnants of Grindelwald's movement had long operated in the shadows, preserving their resources, influence, and wealth. Macnair's memories revealed Voldemort's frequent meetings with the leader of the Zirkel, Magnus Blutreich, a shrewd and cunning man who commanded loyalty from his group.
What surprised Harry most was the Zirkel's offer to Voldemort: resources, political influence, and gold in exchange for Voldemort's help in freeing their former master, Grindelwald, from his secret prison. This puzzled Harry at first—Nurmengard was a well-known location, and with their vast influence, the Zirkel should have been able to confirm Grindelwald's whereabouts easily.
Then, clarity struck. Dumbledore. The old headmaster had clearly taken precautions to obscure the truth about Grindelwald's imprisonment. Whatever Dumbledore had done, it had worked for decades, leaving Grindelwald's exact location a mystery even to his most loyal followers.
But Voldemort had promised to help. Confident in his ability to subdue Grindelwald if necessary, Voldemort had agreed to assist the Zirkel in locating and freeing their leader. Macnair's memories showed that they were dangerously close to achieving their goal.
In the meantime, the Zirkel provided Voldemort with vast resources, political connections, and enough gold to fund the regrowth of his army. They had even played a pivotal role in Voldemort's ousting of Dumbledore from the Wizengamot, ensuring that the Dark Lord's influence over the Ministry grew unchecked. Now, they were actively working to support Minister Fudge, using their influence to discredit and silence anyone seeking to investigate Voldemort or prepare for the coming war.
The wizarding world was in far more danger than Harry had realized.
And the danger didn't end there. The Schwarzwald Zirkel had also facilitated contact between Voldemort and the Carpathian Covenant, one of the oldest and most powerful vampire covens in Eastern Europe. Harry saw through Macnair's memories that Voldemort had held secret meetings with the Covenant's leader, Vladimir Dracul XII.
The deal they had struck was as terrifying as it was simple: the vampires would have free reign over the wizarding world once Voldemort came to power. In exchange, they would lend their considerable strength to his cause. Freed from the constraints of the Statute of Secrecy and the fear of wizarding retaliation, the vampires eagerly agreed. The promise of unrestricted hunting and the freedom to operate openly was more than enough to bind them to Voldemort's vision.
As a result, vampires had now become integral to Voldemort's growing army. They weren't just supporting his forces—they were training the next generation of Death Eaters, enhancing their combat experience.
Harry's expression darkened as he pieced it all together. The Death Eaters were still in their early stages of rebuilding, but once they reached full strength, Voldemort planned to launch a devastating assault on the Ministry. This wasn't the impulsive, reckless Voldemort of the canon timeline; this Voldemort was patient, calculated, and frighteningly resourceful.
The wizarding world was hurtling toward catastrophe.
Voldemort's forces were growing rapidly, becoming stronger and more coordinated with each passing day. The only barriers preventing them from completely overtaking the British wizarding world were Dumbledore—and, of course, the mysterious wizard codenamed by them as Blue Eyes: Harry.
Recognizing this, Voldemort, with the help of the vampires, had intensified efforts to uncover Harry's identity and trace his movements. This new alliance was the reason Harry had faced vampires earlier when attempting to quietly capture Macnair.
While Harry had been meticulous in covering his tracks during his interrogation of Selwyn, it hadn't been enough. The vampires, with their heightened senses, had noticed subtle discrepancies that others might have missed. Selwyn's implausible tale of falling asleep immediately upon returning home had only fueled their suspicions.
Their investigation led them to Selwyn's manor grounds, where they detected faint traces of lingering magic—something Harry hadn't accounted for when masking his presence. Armed with this discovery, the vampires took their findings to Voldemort, who concluded that the so-called Blue Eyes had been responsible. Voldemort reasoned that since Blue Eyes hadn't gleaned anything useful from Selwyn, he would strike again.
A trap was set. Each member of Voldemort's inner circle was secretly shadowed by a trio of vampires, ready to ambush the mysterious attacker. This plan culminated in the confrontation Harry had faced during Macnair's capture. But the vampires had gravely underestimated him—Harry's prowess had proven far too much for the trio and their already subdued Death Eater companion.
"Fascinating," Harry murmured, withdrawing from Macnair's mind. "Your master has been busy."
"You won't get away with this," Macnair gasped, his voice hoarse but defiant. "The vampires will hunt you down. Both they and my lord will unleash their full force to destroy you. You're doomed!" His harsh laughter echoed through the room.
Harry's expression remained calm, his tone icy. "I can't wait for the challenge. You were too dull to make this interesting. But thank you for the valuable information about the Schwarzwald Zirkel and the vampires. It will help me prepare for what's to come."
Harry then turned his attention to Macnair's fate. The choice was clear. The three dead vampires would already alert Voldemort that something had gone wrong, and Harry couldn't risk Macnair rejoining the fight. Unlike Dumbledore, Harry didn't believe in second chances—not in a war where lives hung in the balance.
A quick Stunning Spell ended the conversation, and Macnair slumped unconscious once more. With a wave of his wand, Harry levitated the Death Eater and carried him to the dungeons below. Another Death Eater bloodline was extinguished that night.
Returning to his study, Harry began strengthening the sanctuary's defenses. The vampires' magic might possess tracking capabilities he was unaware of, and it was better to be overprepared. The recent events had proven that his enemies were growing bolder and more dangerous.
As he worked, his mind raced with larger concerns. The alliance between Voldemort, the Schwarzwald Zirkel, and the Carpathian Covenant presented a far greater threat than he had anticipated. Voldemort, even in his current, less-prepared state, already had enough strength to seize the Ministry. Years of corruption and calculated moves to weaken the Auror Department had left the Ministry dangerously fragile.
The only things holding Voldemort back were Harry and Dumbledore. And with Dumbledore now deprived of his "death stick" and weakened by age, the burden of defending the wizarding world increasingly fell on Harry's shoulders.
As night fell over the sanctuary, Harry stood by the window, gazing out at the moonlit mountains. Somewhere out there, a sane and calculating Voldemort was assembling his forces. Ancient vampires were hunting for him. And hidden in his prison, Grindelwald waited.
Harry's grip tightened on the Elder Wand as he steeled himself for the battles to come. There was no more time to wait. The wizarding world's survival rested on his next moves.
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