They walked through double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a hideous-looking portrait of a healer hanging on the wall. As they climbed the stairs, the therapists yelled at them, diagnosing strange illnesses and coming up with terrible cures.

Hermione hesitated for a moment before saying, "Do you plan to save her?"

"I can't save it," Phoenix glanced back at her, "the elixir isn't my personal belonging, and I can't use it for outsiders." Sighing, "My dear father-in-law and mother-in-law shouldn't be stubborn enough to stay in England?"

"Oh, I moved them to the town of Augustus. "When London was destroyed, they moved right away. ”

"Well, of course they know, it means war. ”

In the tea room on the top floor, they saw Hannah Ebbot's Hogwarts classmate, who was a Hufflepuff prefect back then. Seeing them, Hannah got up and greeted them. After a while, Astoria and Draco arrived.

Hermione and Draco's first meeting after graduation had been a little more kind than ever. At least Draco didn't want to treat her like air like the Slytherins used to.

"Thank you so much for coming. Astoria cast a helpless look at Phoenix.

Phoenix could see it clearly, a look of despair in her eyes and a glimmer of anticipation for a miracle.

The few of them stayed in the tearoom, and Neville arrived late at night. He looked tired, as if he had just finished his mission, his robe was new, and his face was clean, but he could feel that he had just fought a vicious battle. Trembling his hands slightly, he couldn't help if he was hurt. Hannah asked him in a whispered of concern. was prevaricated by him, with a hint of shyness and embarrassment on his face.

When midnight came, Philip came to inform Astoria that Daphne was unconscious and told her to get ready. Everyone went back to that hallway. The therapists rushed into the ward and made a final effort.

On the last day of January, Daphne Greengrass died.

Perth was the last to come, and he didn't seem to care much about Daphne's death either. After thanking the crowd, he dragged Draco into the corner and muttered, as if discussing the funeral.

Watson hurried over from the stairs, put it in Phoenix's ear, and whispered, "Andre, they've found the raiding organization." ”

The three of them immediately returned to the carriage, which surprised Phoenix, who had thought that it would be at least a while before he could find the attack on the Ministry of Magic.

It is an organization called the Earth Magicians Alliance, which was founded in Luoyang in the 18th century, and was later expelled by the local Ministry of Magic. In the 19th century, it began to grow rapidly, and the public activities of the organization became secretive. In 1959, Vladimir, a member of the werewolf hunting unit of the Russian Ministry of Magic, discovered the group's plan during an operation to arrest werewolves. What happened to us was almost exactly the same as what he had planned. ”

Phoenix sat down in a chair in front of his desk.

"He didn't report to the Ministry of Magic," Hermione said with a slight irritation.

Someone had discovered this brutal plan fifty years ago, and if it had warned the wizarding world sooner rather than later, Phoenix had signaled her to stay quiet and let Watson continue.

He thought it was nonsense and didn't care. Watson pulled out a small bottle, filled with milky gas, which was slowly spinning, "It's his memory. ”

Hermione pulled out a shallow stone basin from the cupboard with a strange carving at the mouth. The basin is like a bright piece of silver, but it is constantly flowing, like the water rippling in the breeze, and like a cloud, spreading out and swirling softly. It's like a liquid light—like a wind that condenses into solids—and it's impossible to judge.

"Okay, let's see. ”

Watson poured the silver substance from the bottle into the meditation basin, and they slowly swirled in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer, neither like a liquid nor a gas.

"You go in first. Phoenix pointed to the meditation basin and said.

Phoenix and Watson followed Hermione into the basin.

Through the darkness, they landed in a bedroom. It looked like a thin man in an attic, writing down what he had seen and heard that day with an oil lamp, and it seemed that he had a habit of keeping a diary.

"When Vladimir Petronko retired in the early 90s, and after the attack on the Russian Ministry of Magic, he realized that the documents he saw were not hoaxes. This extracted memory was mailed to the newspaper office, and we found out. Watson said where his memories came from, and he looked at Hermione, "There's something in the back of—the paragraphs don't quite fit—he's not a master of receptivity, and there's a lot of unnecessary memory—"

"I don't care. Hermione politely declined his offer.

Phoenix shook his head at him slightly.

Today is February 2, 1959. Looking at the diary, he had a very happy day, and the diary was full of good wishes when he was dating a girl - except for holding hands, most of the paragraphs seemed to be his delusions.

"Peter, Peter!" a voice suddenly remembered, a head dangling in the middle of the flames, like a pig's loin on a fire, flames flying around it, tongues of fire licking its ears, but it was not hindered in the slightest.

"—Emergency, werewolves have appeared in the Ural Mountains, and they have attacked a group of Muggle climbers, and the captain has asked you to lead the team to deal with it immediately. ”

"What——? why me?" petronko muttered dissatisfiedly, his eyes glancing not at the fireplace at all, but at the picture of him with a girl on the table.

"Nova will also be there, and the Misinformation Office will be on site to check on the situation and prepare a script for dealing with Muggles. ”

Petrin Koren fell back with his chair, and he jumped up with a quick wreak and changed into a robe—like going on a date—and began to put a comb on his head, and while shaving, he asked, "How's it going?"

"It's not good, the Muggles seem to be in trouble. Witnesses said the werewolf didn't seem normal. You be careful. They are near Iron Mountain. ”

"Iron Mountain, is the Dragon Farm okay?" asked Petrenko with a rare pause.

"Alert has been heightened. ”

Petronko nodded and hurriedly left the house.

They fell into darkness again, and when they regained their sight, they were stretched out of the ice. A group of wizards surrounded a werewolf, and it was indeed different in size from other members of its kind, at least six or seven meters tall. In contrast to the large werewolves, the trapping troop is like a pawn in wizard chess.

But the werewolf had become a trapped beast, and the blood from the wound flowed like a stream.

"It's useless, kill him!"

Another wizard shouted, "Say the Killing Curse, count to three, and say it together!"

Phoenix watched as each of the team members drew their wands.

"Avada suo!" they shouted in unison, the killing curse shooting like a rocket into the dark night sky, sparks bursting out like showers of rain on werewolf hair—

The werewolf shook its body, and it fell slowly, slowly, under Phoenix's gaze. The werewolf who fell to the ground shook the trees behind him. ”

"It's finally settled," a female voice said, "clean up the scene and the body, old rules, if it's an accident." ”

Petronko stepped forward to examine the corpse, and the werewolf seemed to be indistinguishable from other werewolves except for the rest of its size. The only thing that's strange is where it appears.

Iron Mountain is the name of the wizarding world, and there are several Ukrainian iron-bellied farms, which are usually heavily guarded. In the Muggle world, the mountain's name comes from the local indigenous Mansi language, which means: "Don't go"!

In other words, this place is completely unsuitable for werewolf life, why is he here?

The grumbling voice of the staff next to him interrupted his thoughts.

"Pretend to be an avalanche and die of hypothermia, so we can put the corpses together. ”

"Good idea," said his colleague with bad intentions, "you go, I'm bleeding." ”