Having said that, Harry felt a heart-wrenching fear at the thought of Ginny.

"Ministry of Magic ......"

"The Ministry of Magic is done, let's go, I don't think we should stop. Hermione said hurriedly.

"But Voldemort ......"

"Don't mention that name, Harry!" Evan said hurriedly, stopping Harry from saying Downland, "Remember what I told you on vacation, he cast a spell on his name, and if anyone mentions his name, he senses it. He did this during the last war, which is one of the main reasons why people call him the Mystery Man. Before, it didn't matter if the Burrow was protected by the magic of the Ministry of Magic, but from now on, we have to be careful. ”

"What?"

"The Dark Lord only knows we're here?" Elaine said warily, looking at a group of men singing and walking by, "Is he here?"

"He should have noticed it, but he didn't come. "The battle for the Burrow may not be over yet, and he's not sure we brought him up by name, but he'll definitely send the Death Eaters to check on them, as there aren't many who dare to do so, and they're certainly his enemies." Come on, we'd better get out of here. As planned, we'll go to Grimmauld Place, where we'll meet Sirius, the Order of the Phoenix, and he'll go there if he takes Ron out. ”

While there were fears in the Order of the Phoenix that Snape might go there or tell Voldemort about that place, Evan knew he wouldn't.

As it stands, Grimmauld Place is still very safe.

Successive owners of the Black family have cast countless spells on the house, most of which are not under the control of the Ministry of Magic. After Sirius and Moody cast a few more spells against Snape and replaced the Secret Keeper, Evan set the location of their transfer there.

Except for Grimmauld Place, other places may be more dangerous now, and Evan doesn't plan to stay there for long.

At this time, the three men across the road saw Hermione and Elaine in the alley and began to whistle ** them, as for Evan and Harry, they were ignored by these three people, maybe in their eyes, Harry and Elvan, who had just become adults, were two boys, and the threat level was almost zero.

"Come here, baby, I'll give you a drink!"

"Drink some wine, do some happy things by the way, and let you see what a real man is!"

"Do you need to give them a curse, show them what a real vampire is!" Elaine suggested, unhappy with the man's **.

"We can't let Muggles see that we're casting spells. Hermione reminded, "It's just a Forgetting Charm......"

"Let's go, don't waste your time, you don't have to obey the laws of the Ministry of Magic now, while the Death Eaters haven't come yet. Evan said, squeezing Hermione's hand.

The men let out a laugh when they saw Evan and them holding hands, but they were immediately shocked by the sight.

In the blink of an eye, the boy and the two beautiful girls in the alley disappeared into thin air.

"God, he, they...... Did I just see the ghost? Or did I drink too much?" muttered a man.

His question went unanswered by his companion, and he turned to see two figures standing behind him with their entire bodies shrouded in black hoods and cloaks.

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Seconds later, four men stood in the middle of that familiar, dilapidated little square.

Surrounded on all sides by tall crumbling dilapidated houses, the four of them ran towards Number 12.

As he ran, Evan double-checked to make sure no one was following or monitoring them.

Everything around was as calm as ever, and the uproar in the wizarding world had not yet affected it.

Harry was the first to run up the stone steps, knocking on the front door with his wand, only to hear a series of loud metal crashes, and a clatter like a chain, and then the door creaked open, and they hurried over the threshold.

Aven was the last to go in and close the door behind him, and all at once the old-fashioned gas lamps lit up, flickering lights illuminating the long hallway.

The house-elf Kreacher didn't seem to be there, and the house was unusually quiet, a bit like Evan had been here when he first came here.

A strange and strange enveloped the house, and the fleeting joy and brightness seemed to fade away.

The heads of the house-elves on the walls cast strange shadows on the stairs, and the long, dark curtains obscured the portrait of Sirius's mother. The large umbrella stand, made of the troll's severed leg, was still in the foyer, and it had been knocked over to the floor, and Evan was sure that it hadn't fallen when he had come a few days ago.

Someone has been here again in the past few days, maybe Sirius, or the reckless Tonks.

Of course, if it's Snape, that's interesting!

"Where's the house-elf?"

"Probably with Dobby at Hogwarts. "Be quiet, don't wake Mrs. Black." We went upstairs and waited for Sirius. ”

They cautiously walked through the foyer and walked down the creaking stairs to the second-floor living room.

With a wave of her wand, Hermione lit the old-fashioned gas lamp, and the room was in the room, and she sat down on the couch trembling slightly, her arms clasped tightly.

"Alright, let me put the situation back in perspective, the Ministry of Magic is finished, and it's expected, but it's terrible. She said, "I thought that with Scrimgeour gathering the Aurors, the Death Eaters would not dare to attack the Ministry of Magic, or would be able to resist a little longer." ”

The swiftness of the fall of the Ministry of Magic, and the short duration of the battle, were indeed far beyond many people's expectations.

"Resist, if the Aurors are willing to fight for the Ministry. "It's a big question how many people are still loyal to the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour miscalculated the situation, if I had to say, there must have been a lot of people he trusted who had been taken over or defected, so the battle ended so quickly." ”

"Well, hopefully Sirius and Lupin will be okay, we should...... What's wrong, Harry?" asked Hermione, worried.

At that moment, Harry let out a cry of pain: something flashed through his mind like a bright light across the water, and his scar burned violently. He saw a great shadow and felt a rage that did not belong to him rise and burn at the end, as strong as an electric shock, fleeting.

"What do you see, the battle in the Burrow?"

"I didn't see the Burrow, I didn't see anything, I just felt angry, he was so angry......" Harry felt a little confused and overwhelmed.