"Kreacher, hurry up and tell me, your master ......"

"My master and Master El went out, and he didn't tell poor Kreacher where they were going. Kreacher shook his head, not bothering to pay attention to Harry.

"But you know, no, Kreacher, you're ......."

"Kreacher doesn't know......" Kreacher was busy with his work, much to Harry's surprise, knowing that Kreacher never did this, all he cleaned was the hanging statue, since Sirius returned.

"Kreacher, who are you talking to......" A crisp female voice came from upstairs.

"Hermione?" Harry's eyes lit up, by the way, Kreacher had said that Hermione was still here.

Hermione...... Hermione ......" Harry shouted, trying to pull Hermione down the stairs.

Thankfully, Hermione also happened to go down, dressed in loungewear, rubbing her wet hair with a towel.

"Who's there, Kreacher...... Is it Verlin, are they back?"

"It's Harry Potter...... Kreacher replied in a low voice, "Harry Potter contacted us with Floo powder. ”

"Harry?" Hermione's shrill voice rang out, but Harry felt more pleasant than ever.

"Harry, is that you?"

Hermione's face was stunned at Harry's eyes, pink dressing gown, long wet hair hanging down her shoulders.

"Oh, I'm glad to see you, Harry, how is it going, what's changing at Hogwarts, and besides, you're taking the general wizarding level exam, you and Ron, and Ginny, you're all ......"

"Oh, wait a minute, Hermione......" Harry said with a bit of a headache, "I'm fine, but some of them didn't do very well, of course, Umbridge left Hogwarts, which was much better, but that's not the point, Hermione, I want to know Sirius and Verlin, the two of them ......"

"The two of them went out yesterday. Hermione said. "Dumbledore has something to do with them, so I stayed here, what's wrong, Harry?"

"Didn't the two of them go to the Ministry of Magic?"

Hermione's heart jumped, and Van Lin didn't shy away from her about deciding to use Harry to lure Voldemort to the Ministry of Magic, so she knew that something must have changed in Harry's body recently, but ......

"Oh, I don't know......," Hermione didn't know how to answer, "they went to find Dumbledore." In fact, I don't know exactly where they are, they haven't been back for a long time, and now it's ......."

"Hey, listen, Hermione," Harry said solemnly, "Voldemort is tormenting Sirius, though I haven't seen Van Lin, but ......"

"Are you sure what you're seeing is real, not Voldemort telling you to see it?" Hermione said reluctantly.

The girl was a little unsure whether it was Dumbledore's decision or Voldemort's initiative, and when Van Lin left, he made it clear that he was not going to carry it out, but now......

"Oh, I don't know......" Harry was annoyed by the repeated questioning, but he couldn't help but stop to think.

It was so abrupt, Sirius was attacked, this ......

"Hey, listen, Harry......" Hermione hesitated. "You have to make sure that what you see is real before you can make a decision. ”

"But, I saw it, Sirius...... Voldemort ...... They are in the Ministry of Magic...... Mystical Division...... Sirius is being tormented by Voldemort......"

"But, as far as I know, the Ministry of Magic, the Mystic Department, can't take Sirius' turn to deal with it......" Hermione said. He's a wanted criminal, Harry, be clear, the Ministry of Magic is open for the identification of wanted people, and no matter what the passage is, it has its own monitoring, and the illusion is also restricted, although it is not forbidden, but it is a difficult thing in itself, and whether it is Mr. Weasley or Tonks, their identities are more suitable than Sirius to deal with the affairs of the Ministry of Magic......"

"But...... Maybe they're going to war...... This is not necessarily the case. Harry hesitated, "Besides, Voldemort asked Sirius to get something......

"Harry......" Hermione hesitated. "I don't recommend you ......"

"But, Hermione, what if that's true, where are we going to see Sirius die like this? Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"I don't know!" Hermione shook her head, hesitating, "But ......"

"Nothing, Hermione, if this is true, there is no doubt that Sirius is dead, I can't ......"

"But what are you going to do?" asked Hermione. "I contact ......"

"Go to the Ministry ......of Magic," Harry muttered, "I'm going to get Sirius out......"

"No!" Hermione immediately refused, "it might just be a trap to lure you there...... Please, Harry, wait for me, I'll go find the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, and stay at Hogwarts anyway......"

Harry didn't speak, but was clearly ......

Just as Harry was about to continue, he suddenly felt a sudden sharp pain in his forehead, and he inhaled so much ash that he could barely breathe, and he found himself being pulled back into the flames, until, with a rude movement, he saw Professor Tarver (a member of the Special Investigation Team, who had taken over from Umbridge as Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Slightly pale, she used her hair to pull him as far as she could out of the flames, and now she was pinching his neck hard behind him, as if she was ready to tear his throat.

"You think. She whispered, twisting Harry's neck harder to keep him staring at the ceiling, "I'm going to let another filthy thing, get some little creature into my office after two Boggarts and I won't know it?" ”

Tarver shouted angrily at someone he couldn't see, and then he felt a hand fumble in the pocket of his robe's chest and take his wand.

"It's the same with theirs. Harry heard a scuffle at the door, and he knew that Ginny had been robbed of her wand as well.

"I want to know why you're in my office," Tarver said coldly, grabbing her hair and shaking it so that he wouldn't keep shaking.

In fact, compared to Umbridge, although Taver is not as over-the-top as Umbridge, he is not a guy with good words.

"I'm—trying to find my Furnu Arrow!" Harry said hoarsely.

"Liar," she shook his head again. "Your Arrow of Fire has been tightly locked in the dungeon by Headmaster Umbridge, you know it, Mr. Potter. You put your head in the fire. Who are you contacting?"

"Nobody-" Harry said, trying to get rid of her. He felt several strands of hair cling to his scalp.

"Lie!" Taffer cried, and she threw him out of her side, slamming him into the desk.

Now he could see Ginny tied up against the wall. Malfoy was leaning against the ledge, proudly tossing Harry's wand into the air and catching it. There was a commotion outside, and several tall Slytherins entered, carrying Ron, Luna, and—Harry bewildered—Neville, who was being restrained by Cla, his face suffocated by the impending danger. All four of them were gagged.

"All in. Warrington said, rudely pushing Ron into the room.

"That," he pointed at Neville with a thick finger, "trying to stop me from catching her" He pointed at Luna, who was trying her best to kick the big Slytherin girl who was grabbing her, "so I brought him with me." ”

"Good, good. Tarver said, watching Ginny struggle, "Well, it looks like Hogwarts is going to become the Weasley Family Free Zone soon, isn't it?"

Malfoy laughed loudly, loudly, flatteringly. Tarver gave her a moment, smiled with satisfaction, and secured her to an armchair covered with cotton, ignoring that among her captives was a toad lying on her flower bed.

"So, Potter," she said, "you set up this clown around my office. She nodded at Ron—and Malfoy laughed even louder. "Tell me that Peeves was venting and wreaking havoc on the Transfiguration classroom, and I knew full well that he was busy staining the school with ink, so the telescope's eyepiece - Mr. Filch had just told me. ”

"Obviously, your conversation with someone is important. Is that Albus Dumbledore, or Bloody, Hagrid? I suspect it's Minerva McGonagall, and I hear she's still too weak to blame anyone. ”

Malfoy and his Slytherin members laughed even more. Harry found him so angry and hated that he was being shaken.

"I don't negotiate any conditions with you. He growled.

Taver raised an eyebrow, as if he was amused, a slightly cruel smile on his indifferent face.

"Very well," she said in her most dangerous and hypocritical voice, "Very well, Mr. Potter. I've given you a chance to confess. You refused. I have no choice but to put a little pressure on you. Draco - bring Professor Snape. ”

Malfoy tucked Harry's wand into his robes and triumphantly left the room, but Harry barely noticed. He had figured it out, he didn't believe he was so stupid to forget, he thought that all the members of the Order of Phoenix, so the people who could have helped him save Sirius, were gone—but he was wrong.

There is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts-Snape. The office was quiet, except for the Slytherin's efforts to keep Ron and the others under control. The blood on Ron's lips dripped onto the office carpet as he struggled to deal with the pressure of Warrington's ribs, Ginny was still trying to kick the foot of the girl who was holding her tightly with both hands, Neville's face was regularly purple as he was pulled by Cara's hand, and yet Luna, standing limply beside her captor, looked out the window in confusion, as if it was all so boring.

Harry had looked at Taver, who was still staring at him closely.

This woman was much more reserved than Umbridge, but she was not too reckless, and even more cruel in some ways, Harry did not understand why such a person would be recruited into the Ministry of Magic, but Harry seemed to understand Umbridge's more disgusting face.

Yes, even Death Eaters like Umbridge and Malfoy can hold high positions in the Ministry of Magic.......

When he heard Malfoy's footsteps following Snape into the room from the outside hallway, he deliberately put a calm and expressionless look on his face.

"You want to see me, Tarvor?" said Snape calmly, looking at the pair of students around him with a completely unconcerned expression.

"Oh, Severus, long time no see," Tarver said, standing up again and laughing exaggeratedly.

"Long time no see?" Harry asked in disbelief, "...... you and him"

"Shut up, Potter!" Tarver said unceremoniously.

"Me and you...... Tell me, Tarvor, what's the matter with you?"

"Yes, I'd like another bottle of Truth Elixir, as quickly as possible, please. ”

"Headmaster Umbridge took my last bottle to interrogate Al," he said, scrutinizing Tarver through his greasy hair, "Your immediate boss, it didn't turn out well, but you should know ......"

"It's run out, but you can get some more, can't you?" said Tavre politely.

"Of course," said Snape, his lips curled, "it will take the moon a great cycle to prepare, so I want you to wait almost a month for this." ”

"A month?" called Tarvor, "a month, but I'm going to do it tonight, Snape! I must know who Potter is communicating with with my furnace or with something unknown!"

"Really?" said Snape, the first time he looked at Harry with no sign of interest. "Well, that doesn't surprise me. Potter was never in the habit of following school rules. ”

His cold, dark eyes were now staring at Harry, and he was staring at him without fear, trying to recall in his mind the dream he had seen, hoping that Snape would read his mind and understand what was going on.

"I'm going to interrogate him!" Tarvre repeated angrily, and Snape shifted his gaze from Harry to her intensely twitching face, "I want you to provide him with something to tell the truth." ”

"I've already told you. Snape said calmly, "I don't have any other elixirs in stock." I can't help you unless you wish to poison Potter - and if you do, I promise I will give my greatest sympathy——— or I can't help you. The only trouble is that the best poison strikes too quickly and there is no more time for people to tell the truth. ”

Snape stared back at Harry, trying to communicate in a non-verbal way.

"Voldemort caught Sirius in the Department of Mysteries" he thought desperately, "Voldemort caught Sirius-"

"You're stalling for time!" Tarvre said suddenly, and Snape looked at her again, his eyebrows slightly raised. "You deliberately didn't help! Lucius always gives you the highest rating, I expected you to perform better!

Snape gave her a sarcastic bow and turned away. Harry walked out of the room knowing that he had the last chance to let the members of the Order know what was going on.

"He's got a cold!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, "He's got a cold in a hidden place!" Snape was using his hand to open Tarver's doorknob when he suddenly stopped.

"Cold?" Tarver shouted, eagerly looking back and forth between Harry and Snape. "What is a cold? What does it mean? A person? Where is a hidden place? Snape, what does he mean?"