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That evening, after everyone had fallen asleep, George silently vanished from his bed.
"Reveal the direction—Tom Riddle!"
High above the Burrow, George cast his most commonly used tracking spell. However, it didn't work as effectively as it usually did.
"It seems they've used an anti-tracking charm."
Ever since Azkaban was blown up, the Ministry of Magic hadn't stopped tracking down the missing Death Eaters. So it was likely that Voldemort and his followers had all cast counter-spells on themselves.
"No matter. I still have tracking magic from other worlds."
With a wave of his hand, a circular magic array made of blue, white, red, and black papers appeared beneath his feet and quickly expanded outward.
"Rihai Four Array!"
This was a magical spell used by the Puritan Church specifically for locating people. Normally, when cast by an average wizard, it could locate someone within a few kilometers.
But with his current power, George's version could cover the entire United Kingdom.
As long as Voldemort and the Death Eaters were still in Britain, he would find them.
"So that's where they are. Makes sense—it's the safest place to hide at the moment."
With a flash, he reappeared in the skies above a grand estate.
The estate belonged to none other than the Malfoy family—one of the oldest and wealthiest wizarding families.
After stealthily infiltrating the manor, it didn't take him long to find Voldemort.
"So, he's already resurrected."
In the original story, Voldemort hadn't been resurrected at this point because he insisted on acquiring Harry's blood. He believed that only by using Harry's blood could he break the protective spell cast on Harry.
Without it, even if he did come back, he couldn't harm Harry—which was something he couldn't accept.
It was because of Harry that he suffered a crushing defeat at the height of his power. The terrifying Dark Lord had been brought down by a mere baby.
To him, that was an unbearable humiliation.
But now, things had changed. With Horcruxes vanishing one after another and multiple failures, Voldemort suspected Dumbledore had discovered something.
If he didn't resurrect soon, he feared Dumbledore might eliminate him before he even managed to get Harry's blood.
So with help from his pet Nagini, he used a Muggle to gather the materials needed for his resurrection and completed the process early.
After returning, he immediately turned the Dementors to his side, broke all the Death Eaters out of Azkaban, and reached out to old opportunists—quietly rebuilding his forces.
"Master, the Quidditch match is tomorrow. Harry Potter is sure to attend. Should we capture him then?"
On either side of a long table in the main hall sat rows of Death Eaters. At the front left was Lucius Malfoy.
Voldemort turned to Lucius, whose eyes flickered uneasily.
"No, not yet. Now is not the time. Wizards from all over the world are arriving for the event.
Those busybodies from the Ministry are out in full force—standing guard, watching for unusual activity, constantly checking identities.
We'll act after the tournament ends, when they've let their guard down."
The so-called "Child of Prophecy" had to be killed. Since Voldemort couldn't do it himself, he'd let someone else handle it—just not now.
"I heard the Triwizard Tournament is being revived this year. Excellent. You shall kill Harry Potter in my place—as your first task since joining us."
Voldemort stood and walked to a seat beside Lucius, where a trembling Draco Malfoy sat. He leaned in and gave him a terrifying smile.
Draco's mother, Narcissa, quickly spoke up,
"Great Dark Lord, he's still young. He might not be able to carry out such an important task."
To kill Harry at Hogwarts—even if successful—was a guaranteed death sentence.
Hearing this, Lucius stiffened as well, intending to refuse the task on his son's behalf, but Voldemort cut him off.
"He's not too young. At his age, I had already killed several wizards and Muggles."
He patted Draco's shoulder.
"If you fail, it means you have no value to me. And you know what happens to Death Eaters with no value. I'm sure your father has told you."
He didn't actually expect Draco to kill Harry Potter under Dumbledore's watch. This was merely a way to warn Lucius.
He knew Lucius's loyalty was questionable. But Lucius held significant influence in the wizarding world—useful for accomplishing many tasks.
So Voldemort needed to put pressure on him.
"I—I… I'll complete the task,"
Draco stammered, nearly wetting himself from Voldemort's killing intent.
When he had first become a Death Eater, he'd been thrilled. But reality had hit hard—being a Death Eater wasn't easy.
Kill Harry? Sure, he hated Harry. Even with George around, he still didn't like Harry. But kill him?
He couldn't do it.
And yet he knew that if he dared say no, he might die on the spot. Not even his parents could save him.
"Don't worry. Even if you fail, Dumbledore won't kill you. At most, he'll lock you up in Azkaban—and I'll have someone break you out."
Satisfied that he had made his point, Voldemort returned to his seat and continued.
"Our next target is the Ministry of Magic. Within a year, I want the Ministry to answer to me. Now, here's what you all will…"
"One year? That's too slow."
George shook his head as he listened to Voldemort's plan from the shadows below.
He had originally intended to let Voldemort cause chaos, then take him down to gain a high position in the Ministry and control it.
But if Voldemort was planning to wait an entire year—that was far too slow for George.
After some thought, he devised a new plan.
This one would allow him to quickly seize control of the British Ministry of Magic—perhaps even the entire wizarding world—transforming the relationship between wizards and Muggles and ushering in a new era.
Of course, it was a bold and radical plan. But that didn't matter—he had the power to back it up.
And the first step… was to kill Voldemort.
So after the meeting ended and the Death Eaters dispersed, leaving only Voldemort and his pet Nagini, George slowly revealed himself.
"Good evening, Voldemort."
"Who are you?"
Voldemort, who had been feeding milk to Nagini, looked up at the sudden appearance of George. He wasn't alarmed—just surprised.
Aside from Dumbledore, there wasn't a wizard in the world he considered stronger than himself.
He was only surprised that this young wizard's Disillusionment Charm was so good that even he hadn't noticed him.
"I know who you are—George, the young wizard who graduated early.
Now that you've shown yourself… what is it? Do you intend to join us?"
He had read the Daily Prophet recently and seen articles about George. Peter Pettigrew had also spoken of him.
If George didn't intend to join them, he would've gone straight to the Ministry after overhearing the meeting—not revealed himself like this.
Surely he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take them all down alone?
According to Pettigrew, this boy, despite his age, had intelligence and power far beyond that of normal wizards.
So Voldemort assumed George must've stumbled upon their secret by accident while visiting Draco, and been captivated by Voldemort's charisma—prompting him to reveal himself and join their cause.
After all, he was a Slytherin orphan.
(End of Chapter)