Harry couldn't find an answer to that question for the time being. At the same time, there was a sudden dull sound of rustling in telescopic ears, as if something was approaching. He didn't realize what it was at first, but within two seconds he realized—

It's the sound of rats crawling in water pipes!

Mr. Malfoy seems to have found out, too. "I want you to go to the Iron Gate by three o'clock that afternoon, Draco," he raised his voice, "you can welcome our old friend on my behalf." ”

The rustling in the water pipes suddenly fell silent.

"Yes, Father. ”

"They must be tempted to catch up, too," Mr. Malfoy's voice was still abnormally high, "like the more than ten years of experience of being a rat hiding and hiding - and hiding in that place full of scum, ha!"

Draco should have understood, too. "It must have been a wonderful, unforgettable life experience," he laughed, not without malice or sarcasm, "and I'd love to hear about it, too." ”

Then, Malfoy and his son left the study, and the sound of rustling was gone.

It didn't look like Wormtail's life at Malfoy Manor was good, and Harry was vaguely relieved. But the question is, how can he catch a rat hiding in a water pipe and probably never leaving the range of the anti-intrusion charm?

Hermione was furious.

"I can't believe it! You just went away, alone! Did you forget all Albus Dumbledore's instructions? Aren't you our friend? Do you remember what you told me in the first place? I did so many things—I didn't mean to repay you, but you just left us alone? What the hell do you think of us? A dispensable wind in your ears?"

Harry had never seen her lose his temper so much, and the brown hair seemed to explode with rage. His scalp was tingling, and he didn't even notice that he was shrinking his neck weakly, and he didn't even dare to call Ron for help.

Ron looked left and right, his freckled face wrinkled into a bitter mess. He wasn't very happy when he first saw Harry, but Hermione, who was angry and grim-faced, not only frightened Harry, but also scared him. He stopped talking a few more times, and as Hermione gasped for breath, he carefully pulled down the corner of her dress. "At least...... Let Harry take a break, shall we?"

That's right, Harry had just popped out of his portrait when he was scolded by Hermione, who was waiting for hermone---- girls could enter the men's dormitory, but boys couldn't enter the girls' dormitory.

Despite this, Hermione still glared at Harry unrelentingly. "Shouldn't I be glad that you didn't stupidly break into there?" she remembered coming back and didn't seem to ......" she looked Harry up and down, her eyes like a knife, "Missing arms and legs?

Harry was ashamed when Hermione said "our friend". "I ...... I ......" He stammered a few times, and when he heard Hermione about to report the matter, Harry hurriedly said, "I'm really sorry, but it's better not to report it to Dumbledore, he's busy, and..."

"And he's going to stop you, Harry, you know Albus Dumbledore won't allow you to act so recklessly, and you do it anyway, what do you want?"

Hermione looked like she wanted to say another word to Harry, but Ron pulled her back with a little effort. Harry was finally able to emerge from the portrait tunnel and cast a grateful glance at Ron. Hermione noticed and glared at Ron.

Ron, who became the focus of their gaze, coughed unnaturally and said stiffly, "Don't look at me like that, Harry, Hermione is right." Tell us honestly about what happened to you, and swear not to go it alone, we don't report it-" He glanced quickly at Hermione's expression--- who clearly didn't mean to relent, "and will consider forgiving you." ”

The brown-haired girl squeezed a disgruntled snort out of her throat, and she stared at Harry for a moment, realizing that this was Harry's adventurous gene, "Even if we don't report it to the Headmaster, we will at least have to find someone to disagree, find Sirius Black or Andrew Lee, you choose." ”。

Harry, of course, didn't want Sirius to know that he was taking a risk, and that he was confronting the Dark Lord, so he hurriedly said, "Andrew should be at school, he's very good, it's best to find him." ”

Hermione snorted noncommittally again, and Ron was a little embarrassed.

He felt that Hermione's lack of objection was a default sign, and hurriedly explained it all. “…… How do you know I didn't break in, Hermione?" he finally asked.

Hermione snorted again, still upset. "First of all, come back so soon. Ron told me that he was sure you were still in bed when you went to bed at night. And if you set out early in the morning and break into Malfoy Manor, you can't be so fast. She glanced Harry again, "If you come back later, we'll have to turn to Andrew for help - if Professor Dumbledore wasn't there!"

Harry shrank his neck again.

Ron's focus was elsewhere. "Ghost Knights?'s party for Death Eaters?" he shuddered involuntarily, "Doesn't sound like a good thing. ”

Harry and Ron felt the same way. "Seriously," he thought, "I always thought the Malfoys were die-hard fans of Voldemort. But today I realized that they were not as faithful as I thought. ”

"Of course, Andrew's plan is to split the Death Eaters from within and let the Death Eaters fall into infighting, but unfortunately the Dark Lord is too strong for anyone to confront him head-on," Hermione also fell into deep thought, "Remember the diary? Andrew has been working on that lately, and he already senses that the Dark Lord is trying to solve his Horcrux problem. ”

Harry remembered the journal, of course, especially since it had been Voldemort's Horcrux. He swore that not taking good care of a part of Voldemort's soul would be enough for a careful Dark Lord for the rest of his life. But Malfoy probably didn't know what the diary was, or they wouldn't have made such an unrealistic plan to return to the Death Eater core.

"Although I know that there is a piece of the Dark Lord's soul hidden in it, but how to use it, no matter what Andrew thinks, there is no good way now. I've heard him say before that Horcruxes have extremely terrible side effects as the most terrible dark magic - stopping death is certainly one of them, Andrew said, the day the Dark Lord was defeated by you, he really realized what it means to live as dead - Andrew also said that the Dark Lord may be because of the soul split, in terms of magic, there is no way to break through, he can only master more spells at most, but there is no way to reach a higher level. ”

Seeing Harry's somewhat disapproving expression, Hermione sighed slightly, "Harry, maybe you think you're the savior, you seem to think you can definitely defeat Voldemort." ”

Harry hurriedly tried to deny it, but Hermione didn't give him a chance, and continued: "The Dark Lord has realized his problem, a strong dark wizard like him is still constantly reflecting on himself, if he wasn't so obsessed with killing you with his own hands, you might have died by now I don't know how many times." ”

There was silence in the dormitory, Ron grew his mouth in surprise, Hermione was reminding Harry that this was not a game that could be started all over again, and Voldemort was not a boss in any game, they were facing real Death Eaters--- murderous without blinking, without empathy, and extremely cruel Death Eaters--- Hermione was right, when Voldemort no longer followed Albus Dumbledore's plan --- must kill Harry with his own hands--- Harry would be completely exposed to the Death Eaters' all-out free attacks.

Ron couldn't help but shudder, until yesterday, every day there was an inexplicable constant, as the "Owl Post" said, this is a war! War, it has always been the best striker of Deathwing.

The three of them walked out of the Gryffindor common room, and on the way they ran into Neville, who was discussing homework with Seamus--- they were so nice, don't worry about these things, Harry couldn't help but think.

How to arrange Malfoy was a matter for the Dark Lord, and he should focus on his part, Harry tried to make himself less frustrated, of course he knew Hermione was telling the truth, but what could Harry do?

"What do you do with that anti-intrusion charm? Is there a counter-charm? Can you fly over it on a broomstick, or make a hole in the ground?"

Yet with every word he spoke, Hermione shook her head. "No," she vetoed, "none of these methods work." ”

"There's no way you can't get in, right?" asked Harry and Ron in unison.

Hermione took turns looking at the two of them. "Yes, but there's only one way," she said, with a look on her face that is by no means good, "someone has to open the door from the inside." ”

Harry immediately realized what this meant, and was momentarily speechless.

“…… We must catch one of them in the Death Eater gathering without being discovered?

"Nothing is impossible," Hermione quickly jumped over a moving staircase, and saw the portrait of Queen Anne on the opposite wall smiling at the three of them, Hermione smiled back, "It may be difficult for us, we need to talk to Andrew." ”

"You're trying to kidnap a wizard, in the middle of a group of Death Eaters, to be exact, kidnapping a Death Eater?" Andrew looked up from the middle of the three Flip Disks - Hermione asked what it was, and Andrew told her that the Flip Disc was a magic calculation tool--- and a slight red light flashed in his eyes, making Harry and Ron feel a palpitation in their hearts--- Andrew is so strong!

"Andy, we also know it's difficult, that's why we're here to ask you. ”

Andrew glanced at Hermione, who seemed to sense that Andrew was not in his usual state at this time. Andrew had told her that he was working on a very strong kind of magic, what seemed to be a peculiar Animagus called "Go", which could increase the strength of wizards several times in a short period of time, and the side effect was that they could lose themselves.

"Have you thought of anything else, I need to know more about the situation. The dangerous, cold aura on Andrew's body was rapidly fading, and Hermione couldn't help but walk over to Andrew.

"Wormtail used to be one of Harry's father's best friends, and he formed a small group with Sirius Black, Remus John Lupin, and Harry's father, and this little group... Later they joined the Order of the Phoenix together .... Confidential person.... Sirius felt that his goal was too obvious.... So...."

Hermione spent dozens of minutes explaining the cause and effect in detail, and in the middle Harry couldn't help but add some of what he knew, and Andrew didn't say a word, the strange magical artifact on his wrist kept spinning, and the black and white lines formed different geometric patterns.

"That's why Harry had to catch that worm's tail?" Andrew let out a cold smile, "It's childish. ”

"No, Andrew, Wormtail betrayed them and killed my parents," Harry said excitedly.

"Why do you have to arrest him at this time and in this situation, is there any reason why you have to do it?" Andrew asked without dwelling on Harry.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, and Hermione said, "There's no particular reason. ”

"No," Harry said with a frown, "Voldemort has a plan, a ghost plan, that seems to transform the Death Eaters and make them stronger..."

"Wormtail is one of the transformation goals of this project?"

"It seems... That's right. Harry said uncertainly.

Andrew didn't dwell on Harry's words, and compared to Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, and Gatler Drinkwater, Harry was at most a crucial piece piece. It doesn't matter what Harry says or knows, what matters, what he does.

"In that case, here's my advice to you..."

Harry could be sure that whoever Malfoy invited was not a good thing for their actions. However, they only had this one chance, after all, they couldn't really be squatting outside that black wrought iron gate all day.

"The prom is next Wednesday and we have less than three days to go. Are we really going to do what Andrew planned?" Ron said with some skepticism as they sat around the library later that day discussing what to do.

Hermione glared at him, "Andrew won't hurt us, don't forget, he's saved us a few times, at least three times, counting the last time he was at the Ministry of Magic!"

"Since they're starting at three o'clock in the afternoon, I think we'd better get there early to avoid bumping into the Death Eaters on the appointment. Harry believed Andrew as well, and he held up a hand. "I can take you apparitions to the alleys on the edge of Malfoy Manor, where there are a lot of low bushes, and the Tibetans are fine. ”

Hermione glanced at him, a remnant of reproach in her eyes. "Yes, that's a positive factor. We'll have to apparition under the cloak of invisibility, and the cloak can't cover all three of us at the same time. ”

Harry hurriedly added, "We can divide it into two parts, let's say take you first, then Ron." ”

"What do you mean, Ron?" asked Hermione, turning her face.

Ron had been listening to their conversation, shaking his head. "But I have another problem—" he noted, "there's dinner time at Hogwarts." If we hadn't come back by then, the professors would have found out. ”

This obviously irritated Hermione a bit. "That means we only have a maximum of two hours to act. She turned to Harry again, "Do you have faith?"

Harry wasn't sure, however. "I don't know," he replied, "I just know that I have to do it." If I'm punished for leaving school without permission, I deserve it. ”

Hermione looked at him, her lower lip clenched. Ron hadn't looked at Harry, but that usually meant he didn't have a bottom either.

"Well, no one knows exactly what will happen until they really start. Finally Hermione spoke first, "Let's just get the prep ready." ”