"Then you have to close your brain!" Hermione said sharply, "Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to use that connection, he wants you to cut it off, that's why you use Occlumency!, or Voldemort will put false thoughts into your head, remember-"

"I remember, thank you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info," Harry said through gritted teeth.

A piece of wood fell into the fire, and the flames rose, and the light of the fire shone on Phoenix's half-sleepy-eyed face. Phoenix was groping for something in a trance-

"You're yelling!" Phoenix said in a disgruntled tone, standing up and continuing to fumble, "Nini hurried over and woke me up. By the way, it is immoral for you to wake someone up. ”

Hermione waved her hand, signaling that it didn't matter.

"What do you see?"

"Voldemort was so angry that he thought a Travers man had slipped me through while patrolling the border - I guess he might be the one who cast the Manifestation Charm. He tortured him incessantly—and Bobin, who had been fooled, and he was going to kill their entire family and warn the other Death Eaters. Harry rubbed the scar, hoping it wouldn't burn like fire again.

Hermione's face turned pale. Phoenix finally touched it—the light above their heads, like the one at Slughorn's ball, with glowing elves living inside.

"Harry, you shouldn't let this happen again!" Hermione exclaimed, "Dumbledore wants you to learn Occlumency! He thinks this connection is dangerous - Voldemort can use it, Harry! What good is it to see him kill and torture people, what is the use?"

"I can tell what he's doing. Harry said.

"So you don't want to make any effort to break it?"

"Hermione, I can't do it. You know how bad my Occlumency technique is, and I can't find the trick. ”

"You've never really tried!" she said vehemently, "I don't understand, Harry—do you like to have this special connection, or induction, or - whatever it's called—"

Seeing his gaze, she snorted. Harry stood up.

"Like?" he whispered, "will you like it?"

"I-no-I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean that-"

"I hate it, I hate it when he breaks into my head, I hate having to see him when he's at his scariest, but I'm going to take advantage of it. ”

"Dumbledore—"

"Don't mention Dumbledore. It's my choice, not someone else's. ”

"Come, sit down. We said calmly," said Phoenix, tapping the bedroom table with his wand, and immediately a large bundle of juice and a box of cherries appeared on it, "and you're yelling at my wife." ”

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. ”

Phoenix's words embarrassed everyone inexplicably. Hermione glared at Phoenix viciously, and Harry sat down grinning.

"I don't think it's okay for Harry to do that," Phoenix said slowly, "and as he said, it's in our best interest to keep track of Voldemort's movements." ”

"But—" Hermione was even more annoyed to see that Phoenix actually agreed with Harry's idea.

"Listen to me, what you're worried about, I've discussed with Dumbledore. Phoenix nodded, "yes, he doesn't think it's wise to continue using Harry—"

He and Harry sang and explained what the unusual connection between the two of them was, and the damage it did to control Harry and Voldemort himself.

Hermione didn't reply, and Phoenix and Harry looked at each other suspiciously. They all felt that she was gathering arguments in her head to refute his idea of allowing herself to see Voldemort.

"Really, it's nothing. Phoenix didn't wait for Hermione to think about it, so he changed the subject, "Moody wrote me a letter, everyone is fine, Voldemort didn't send people to chase him with all his might. Although they were more or less injured, they were not life-threatening. ”

"Where's the letter?" said Harry, impatiently.

"What did you receive?"

"When you're in the shower, there's no need for good news – I mean, if it's bad news, you should let everyone know right away. Phoenix shrugged.

Harry guessed that they might have fallen asleep hand in hand, or even in the same bed, a thought that made him feel inexplicably lonely and envious. I don't know where the excitement just now dissipated.

If only he had been braver - maybe he and Ginny. An unpleasant image conjured up in his mind: Ginny, dressed in white, married to a tall, strange man with an unrecognizable face and no likability. In the blink of an eye, his heart ached: Ginny's future was free and uncarred, and he—there was nothing in front of him but Voldemort.

You are right not to confess to her, and you should not put her in danger.

"Alright, let's get some rest. Phoenix pulled open the heavy curtain from afar, "The sun is shining, and if you have tried, it is quite comfortable to sleep in the sun." ”

When they met again, it was already evening. The restaurant is not big, but the view is stunning. Fiery red clouds, floating on the tops of the mountains in the distance.

"Snow Mountain Castle is very modern," Phoenix said, slicing the steak, "Peverell Castle is an old-fashioned castle after all, and its role is defensive first, and it needs to be lived by a large family, so it is really not a good place to live." ”

"It's a little spooky. Hermione admitted.

"That's not surprising—" Phoenix's words were interrupted by Watson's hurried footsteps.

He hesitated for a moment and pulled out a folded copy of the Daily Prophet.

"The Ministry of Magic has fallen. ”

"So soon, Snape said they wouldn't do it until two days later. Phoenix immediately took the newspaper and spread it out on the table.

A large picture of Harry filled the front page. A few large characters stand out on the photo:

Wanted to trace

Harry Potter has now absconded from murdering the British Young Wizard Representative of the Wizengamot in England.

Hermione screamed angrily.

"So, the Death Eaters also took control of the Daily Prophet," Hermione asked angrily.

Phoenix nodded. That's for sure, and even the stupidest people who control public opinion will think of it.

"But people must know what's going on, right?" said Hermione, "that normal person would believe it." ”

"The coup d'état was smooth and almost silent," Watson explained, "and the official account for Scrimgeur's murder was that he resigned and was replaced by Pierce Hinkenes, who was cast a Imperius curse." ”

"Why didn't Voldemort proclaim himself Minister of Magic?" asked Harry.

Phoenix smiled.

"He doesn't need it, Harry. He was actually the minister, so why sit behind the ministry's desk? his puppet Hinkenis handled the day-to-day business, allowing Voldemort to extend his influence beyond the Ministry. He then cut the steak, "But, they made it up that you killed me, and with all due respect, you have no hope of winning even if I tie me to a tree." ”

"He's a bit stupid, he'll find out in a while. Phoenix said lightly, it seems that those African wizards did not remind Voldemort of what kind of identity he had.