When the sun rose in the east, at Hogwarts Castle, Professor McGonagall, led by Nick, into a remote hallway.

This corridor is not on the daily route of students going to and from class, and it is rarely visited by students on weekdays.

The hallway was a bit bustling now, with almost all the ghosts of Hogwarts gathered, all pointing at something on the ground and the wall next to it, whispering something about something.

The sound of "da-da-da" footsteps sounded, and the ghosts, knowing that someone alive was coming, flew to the bottom of the ceiling and began to enter the theater mode.

Just now, when Professor McGonagall was leaving the dormitory to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, Nick, holding his head, found her and told her that a student had been attacked and was lying in a hallway.

Professor McGonagall was shocked, and she immediately thought that a Death Eater had infiltrated Hogwarts to cause trouble. However, she then noticed that Nick didn't act nervous, just as he had reported that there were students fighting in the castle.

When Professor McGonagall arrived, she saw Zhang lying motionless on the ground like a stone, with only two eyeballs on his body to move.

And on the wall next to it, someone wrote a line of shining words with a spell - "Avengers, Harry Potter too!" ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Zhang on the ground, then at the message on the wall, sighed and pinched her eyebrows, then turned away under Zhang's desperate gaze.

Harry, who had been bundled into rice dumplings and brought back to Hogwarts by Zhang last night, hurried into the Hogwarts Bar accompanied by Blake.

When he pushed open the door and broke into the conference room last night, he staggered from the thick smell of tobacco in the room.

Harry had to pull out his wand to get rid of the smoke in the room before he walked inside.

Scrimgeour looked up, glanced at Harry with bloodshot eyes, and then lowered his head to continue the parchment in his hand.

Mr. Weasley sat dejectedly on the side, gauze tied around his head, and a large mass of his own congealed blood on the gauze was shocking.

The twin brothers, who had never been quiet in the past, sat down in their chairs and bowed their heads as if they had burned out.

Ron, on the other hand, lay upright on a bed made of several chairs, unsure whether he was asleep or unconscious.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Harry and Blake's hearts suddenly became cold.

Blake walked over and sat down next to Mr. Weasley, and patted him on the shoulder in silence.

Just then Bill and a member of the Ministry of Magic came in with breakfast, and Bill shook his head sadly when he saw Harry.

The only thing that made Harry feel a little better was the wall clock of the Weasleys who had moved from the Burrow on the wall of the room, and the hands belonging to Mrs. Weasley still pointed to the location of "mortal danger", rather than the hands falling after death.

When Bill put breakfast on the table, Harry sat down next to him and asked, "Bill, ...... last night"

"It's all fake." Bill sighed and whispered, "In last night's operation, we attacked nearly twenty Death Eater strongholds, and fifteen of them found Death Eaters disguised as their mothers, but none of them were real. And our men were ambushed in all fifteen strongholds. ”

With that, Bill took two sandwiches from the plate on the table and handed them to Harry. Harry saw that he was also wearing bandages on his arms.

Harry took the sandwich, but he didn't have the appetite to eat now, just stared at it in a daze.

The people in the room were just like him, and no one glanced at the plates full of breakfast.

Scrimgeour pulled out a cigarette from the case, and when he was about to light it, he saw an ashtray full of cigarette butts, shook his head, and put the cigarette back in the case.

He looked at the Weasleys around him and said to Mr. Weasley in a hoarse voice, "Arthur, you and the children should go back and rest first, and we'll let you know as soon as there's news." ”

Mr. Weasley nodded, stood up and began beckoning the children back to rest.

He understood that last night's defeat was not that the Ministry of Magic was too incompetent, but that Voldemort was too cunning.

After a few hours of thinking, he roughly guessed Voldemort's plan.

This is just another trap set by Voldemort, who takes the opportunity to find the undercover agents among the Death Eaters and set up an ambush circle to eliminate the rescuers.

It has to be said that Voldemort succeeded more than half of this operation. Due to the exposure of a large number of strongholds, some undercover agents who are not deeply hidden will inevitably be found, and those undercover agents who are deeply hidden will not dare to act rashly in a short period of time. At the same time, last night's ambush had caused huge losses to the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government. Except for Ron's team, because the enemy was only able to retreat with giants, the other teams suffered more or less losses, and some squads even lost personnel.

This result put a lot of pressure on Scrimgeur, and Mr. Weasley saw that he had never let go of his brow since the early hours of this morning.

He knew it was useless to wait here any longer, so he woke Ron up and left the conference room with the children, while Harry and Black followed with the breakfast Bill had just brought him.

The Weasley twins had already rented a house in Hogsmeade and opened a shop, and now the upstairs of the store was the Weasley family's stronghold.

In the dining room, Blake placed the sandwiches he had brought back from the Pig's Head Bar on the table, and Cremans Weasley poured a large glass of steaming milk for each of them.

It's just that everyone still doesn't have much appetite, so they go back to their rooms after eating something hastily.

Instead of returning to Hogwarts, Harry stayed with Ron in his room.

Ron cast several large-scale spells in a row in the early hours of this morning, and the magic power in his body was overdrawn, which made him now have a splitting headache and his body was hollowed out. It's just that he just got the news of his mother in the first place, so he didn't come back in the pig's head bar.

Harry sat on a chair in the room, looking at Ron who had fallen asleep again, and his heart was equally uncomfortable.

A feeling of weakness rose in his heart, and when he had left Hogsmeade with the joy of vengeance, he had promised his accomplice Ginny that he would bring back good news, only to be poured a basin of liquid nitrogen on him by the cold reality.

He couldn't do anything about the situation, and even the old man Gandalf in his glasses didn't have a good idea.

There was a knock on the door downstairs, and Harry heard Cremens' footsteps coming downstairs. Soon, listening to the footsteps, Cremans seemed to come up with a few people.