Later in the day, 12 Grimmauld Place.

“…… Lucius was gone, and it wasn't long before I left the Screaming Shack. Sirius finished his statement, his throat still tightening.

The wooden table in the kitchen on the first floor was filled with members of the Order of the Phoenix. Hearing this, their expressions were mixed, ranging from shock to suspicion.

"First, we need to make sure he really sees you. Mr. Weasley was the first to speak, a bit of a fluke, "You were under Harry's invisibility cloak at the time, weren't you?"

Both Aurors, Kingsley Shacklele and Nymphadora Tonks immediately caught everyone's attention. The two exchanged glances, Tonks nodded slightly, and Kingsley spoke, "The focus is on Lucius's glasses, but none of us have actually touched them." ”

"You don't know if he can see through the Cloak of Invisibility?" Lupin was a little curious, a little surprised.

Kingsley shook his head. Lucius said it would help him see the traces of the dark arts, and there would be no more. ”

Lupin turned to Moody next to him for confirmation, "What do you think, Mad-Eye?"

"Oh, the glasses are either complete ornaments, or he can see through most of the disguises with the help of them, and one or the other. Moody's said gruffly, "And I personally think the latter is probably much greater." ”

"You mean, Lucius saw Blake and still let him go?" Mr. Weasley was shocked, "why did he do that, since he was probably an ambitious Death Eater on his inside?"

Kingsley gave him a quick look. "You've got to the point, Arthur—ambition. ”

"What?" Sirius was remorseful for his carelessness, and when he heard this, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Volt ...... There's no way the mystery could have ordered his men to pass up the chance to capture the Order of the Phoenix! Not to mention how weak I was at the time! I think there must be something else that would make him make this decision. In the end, he almost laughed at himself.

Lupin immediately looked at Sirius, and Surprisingly, Moody agreed with Kingsley's speculation. "Lucius is not our man, nor is Scrimgeour's man. Considering the timing of his presence in the Ministry, he was almost certainly a Death Eater. That being the case, the fact that he had an order is the most plausible reason for this. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and many of them shook their heads slightly. Sirius was among them, but he suddenly thought of something, and his face changed slightly.

"By contrast, I'd like to know, what kind of Transfiguration did they use? no Polyjuice Potion, and no Animagus?" Tonks asked, not noticing Sirius' expression, "Why can't we find Lucius' disguise after all we can?"

Of course, it had to be proven that someone was fleeing the Death Eaters before he could be caught, and Moody agreed with the head. "That's a key. If we can master the magic, our work will take a big step forward. ”

Just as everyone was speculating, Dumbledore, who was standing at the table with his hands behind his back, spoke, "If he can evade all known detection methods, it means a new method of transfiguration," his voice lowered, with obvious thought, "Or, not Transfiguration." ”

“…… Isn't it Transfiguration?" Kingsley was shocked, "What do you mean, Dumbledore, the new Dark Arts?"

"I have a conjecture. Dumbledore whispered, the flames of the fireplace fluttering in his eyes, "But I still need time to verify it." Speaking of which," he asked, "how is that Qiu Lis, how's she doing?"

Dean Clouis is the name of the new incumbent of the Magical Accidents and Disasters Division's Memory Cancellation Command. "Timid as a mouse, cowering. Kingsley replied, his previous surprise quickly replaced by confusion, "Seriously, I don't see anything noteworthy about him other than the memory spell that he uses more smoothly than anyone else." ”

Dumbledore nodded. "You can't expect all Death Eaters to fool other people's eyes. That being the case, it would be much easier to create a character that is less likely to be wary. ”

Kingsley frowned deeply, unconvinced. But Dumbledore didn't seem to be hoping to convince everyone at once. They continued to discuss some matters until finally Dumbledore asked Sirius to stay.

When the others came out, Sirius was still sitting there. He didn't say a word, he didn't look at Dumbledore, but his face gradually turned iron-blue.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" Dumbledore walked around the table, "about why Lucius deliberately let you go?"

"Harry. Sirius's voice seemed to be squeezed out, and he especially didn't want to say the name of his godson.

Dumbledore stopped a few steps away from Sirius. "I think so too. He said calmly, "If he were to arrest you, Harry would be somewhat affected." ”

"He didn't want his men to meddle in Harry's affairs. Sirius said again, his face still ugly.

"Exactly. Dumbledore agreed. "That's a good thing in a way, after all, you ......"

"That's not a good thing!" Sirius interrupted Dumbledore abruptly, anger written on every line of his face, "That means, Harry is still his Horcrux!"

The two of them met their gaze in mid-air. In the middle of the night, Sirius turned his head first. "I want to solve this," he lowered his face, his voice was low, "I want to ...... in my dreams" He paused, and began to speak with a suspicious urn voice: "It doesn't matter if I die...... I'm willing to die for this. ”

Looking at the black-haired man who seemed to have fallen down in an instant, Dumbledore sighed silently. He raised a hand, "I assure you, like you, want Harry to survive as long as possible. Maybe it's not exactly what we thought it would be, or maybe Andrew's plan worked out and Lucius Malfoy's loyalty to the Dark Lord was in question. ”

"You and I both know that even if something like that happens, Lucius won't let go of this opportunity, unless.... Neither you nor I can help?!" Sirius said, full of sorrow and despair.

Dumbledore was silent.

In this matter, Harry and Blake are almost in the same pitiful position--- Harry cannot decide his own fate, and Blake, at this time, is still in the dark.

Thinking of this, Albus Dumbledore couldn't help but think of the Longbottoms he met recently--- he could hardly believe his eyes, the Longbottoms were completely healthy--- the strong and noble character of the couple was of course ready to sacrifice for the Order of the Phoenix or for the wizarding world, and for justice, but when they really fell into madness, seeing Neville Longbottom's pitiful appearance, Albus still couldn't help but feel heartache.

Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Harley Black, Susan Bones and even Draco Lucius --- these poor children, may the gods of magic bless them--- they are all the weakest people in this war, the ultimate bearers of all suffering.

Darkness is like a plague, starting from the loss of loved ones in childhood, gathering and fermenting in their bodies, constantly growing, some will become strong like Harry, and more realistically, more young souls will be twisted and degraded because of this, and even become silent.

The seeds of hatred are passed down from generation to generation, starting with young wizards, growing in adult Dark Lords, and then devouring more souls again as the dark magic rages.

"We really can't help much, this is the path Harry they have to go through, the same as when we were young, wrong, we will know to cherish..."

"Bullshit," Sirius snorted dissatisfied, "I'm so useless and can only be trapped here, if I can get out, if James is still alive, he won't, he won't...."

"It has nothing to do with you, if you really want to get out, just use the Transfiguration Potion, but ....." A hint of hesitation flashed in Albus's eyes, he knew Blake's character, and he knew that doing so might put Blake in danger, but Blake could make his own decisions.

"What?" Blake stared at Albus, he had been trapped in the old mansion for so long that Blake wondered if he would be better off staying in Azkaban, his eyes were full of rotten pasts, and he hated old things, and Blake suspected that he was going to rot with them.

"You can decide, Sirius, the Ministry of Magic has lax regulations on many wizards these days, of course you can.... Still, I advise you not to act impulsively. Albus Dumbledore's tone was a little soft, as if he was not lifting the restraining order against Black, but discussing the best way not to get up early to eat pudding.

"Of course, Dumbledore, I'll do as you order, and if I can get out of here and do something for Harry, I'll be satisfied. Blake said happily.

"And Halle Black, she's your niece. Albus's half-moon-shaped eyes flashed.

Realizing that it might be the Dark Lord who was talking to Albus Dumbledore, Harry could barely sleep at night, and as Harry expected, something might happen that he didn't expect after Dumbledore's apparently failed conversation with the Dark Lord.

But for the next week, both Hogwarts and Daily Prophet were quiet, as if nothing had happened that day. The Ministry of Magic still tries to convince the wizards on a daily basis that everything is safe, and the Dark Lord shows no sign that he has any contact with the White Wizard with the Three Broomsticks.

Harry wondered. Dumbledore hadn't looked for him, and he wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to go to Dumbledore for that - he really had a big secret to be aware.

On the other hand, he didn't really want to ask Snape about it: whether the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was willing to cooperate or not, he always felt that his opening up would not help their relationship on the tip of a needle, nor would it help improve the current situation.

Back to the relationship between the two...... Perhaps because of what had happened in Hogsmeade, Harry always felt constrained when facing Snape alone. But fortunately, Snape also doesn't seem willing to take the initiative.

Harry couldn't imagine which was worse than his reluctance to do things or what he had read in Snape's head that made him angry.

This delicate situation lasted until the penultimate week of October. On Friday, Harry was packing his bag after the Defence Against the Dark Arts bell rang when he heard Snape say, "Wait a minute, Harry." ”

Hearing this, Ron and Hermione immediately got up, not forgetting to give Harry a careful look before leaving. A few students stumbled curiously, but were all forced back by Snape's calm gaze.

When there were only two people left in the classroom, Harley asked, "Do you want to change the time for tonight's tuition?" and his tone was sure, because he couldn't think of any other reason for him to come to him.

But to Harry's surprise, Snape shook his head. "Cancel. ”

"What?" Harry's eyes widened, "Why?"

Snape opened his mouth, as if to say something, but finally gave up. He nodded noncommittally and headed for the door.

Staring at the other man's tall and thin figure, Harry suddenly became irritated. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked aloud, almost aggressively.

Harry's worst guess was that Severus Snape didn't bother with him, but Snape did stop. "Not what you think. ”

"Oh, you know what I'm thinking?" Harry's tone was still impulsive.

Snape grew impatient. "With all due respect, the things in your head haven't changed. Now, for example, you must be thinking, I'm going to cancel tuition, there must be something bad to do, right?"

Harry, who had been poked squarely, was speechless for a moment. He couldn't deny that his suspicions hadn't been extinguished since the Screaming Shack had met the Auror named Lucius. “…… Why is that?" he asked again, already beginning to lose his mind.

But Snape only sneered back. He began to walk towards the door again, with a fast and loud pace, as if in a hurry to get out of the place.

Seeing that the other party was about to touch the doorknob, Harry subconsciously blurted out, "Do you regret it?"

Before the words landed, the air had almost frozen. Harry intuitively sensed that something was wrong, and panicked to remedy it: "I'm not what you think, I'm just ......"

"You're right. Snape interrupted Harry coldly, "I've done far more than a little bit of bad things, and I've never felt like we're together—" He tilted his head, as if he found the combination of "we're together" extremely ridiculous, "right." ”

Harry's eyes had never been as wide as they were now, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You ......"

"Finally, if you regret it as I expected, you can just say it. Snape unscrewed the door and said in a mocking tone, "By Severus Snape's name, I will respect your decision." ”

The door closed, and the man disappeared behind him. Harry slumped limply in his seat, covering his face with his hands. He messed everything up......