Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Remember, last year he sent me to the other party in order to win Voldemort's trust, and he did anything for his own merits, who knows if he would deliberately sacrifice Sirius." ”

"You're crazy!" Hermione felt that Harry in front of her was a different person, no, maybe he was like a different person when he touched Guris.

Harry's scar was terrifying in the light, and it seemed to have grown a lot bigger before he knew it.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Luna on the side suddenly interjected, "Don't you have any ways to confirm?" Which of you should be where Blake is, make sure it's over. ”

"Well, Harry, even if you want to save Sirius, you can go to the Order of the Phoenix first, there should be a lot of time!" Hermione compromised first, she didn't want to have any more pointless arguments with Harry.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"We're going to have to use Umbridge's stove to see if we can get in touch with him." Fearing that Dumbledore would collude with the wizards outside, Umbridge sealed all the furnaces in the castle, except her own.

Thankfully, she had already been dealt with by Harry, and the group arrived at her office very easily.

Harry walked into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fire, and the green flames burst into flames. He knew to be quick, put his head into the fire and shouted, "12 Grimandi Street!" ”

His head began to spin as if his entire body had melted into the fire, though his knees were still firmly on the cold floor of the office. He kept his eyes closed to deal with the swirling dust, and when the spin was over, he opened his eyes to take a look around him, which was Grimandi's icy kitchen.

There is no one here. He expected it, but fear and panic grew in his stomach unprepared after seeing the deserted kitchen, and his hatred for Guris grew, and sure enough, he intended to sacrifice Sirius.

"Sirius?" He cried out, "Sirius, are you here?" ”

His voice echoed through the room, but there was no response.

Hermione looked at Harry nervously, and after a moment, Harry's head came back from the fire, and he stared at Hermione with a gloomy face, "There's no one there, I mean anyone!" ”

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Damn, a hidden location a few miles away, Mo Wen cursed in a low voice, and finally Harry and they still drove here on the Thestrals, and even Hermione and the others came with them, it shouldn't be like this in his plan, it doesn't matter to him whether the prophecy ball is obtained by Voldemort or not, it's just a bait for him to be exposed, as long as Harry doesn't come, Voldemort will have to personally invade the Mystic Division, and then there will be a chance for him to be exposed, and the people of the Order of the Phoenix are also ready, planning to take the opportunity to give the Death Eaters a heavy blow.

To ensure this, he also cast a spell on the Sirius family's house-elf Kreacher to make sure he didn't lie at this time.

It's a pity that Mo Wen missed a little, he got the real Slytherin locket box from Kreacher in advance, which was strictly ordered by Kreacher's previous owner to keep it, so now Kreacher is almost not active in the Order of the Phoenix, but looking for this locket everywhere.

Sirius wasn't a house-elf and couldn't stay by the fire all day, so Harry screamed for a while and no one answered, and then mistakenly thought he wasn't there.

Not far in front of him, Voldemort smiled.

"Lucius, Bellatrix, our little friends are on the move, you bring someone to follow them, and then get the prophecy ball back for me, and of course bring Harry back by the way, I miss him a little."

"Yes, my master." Lucius and another woman with a haggard face but a frenzied look in her eyes agreed, and behind them were a dozen Death Eaters.

"Go too, Guris, don't let me down."

"Okay, Dark Lord." Mo Wen clenched his fists.

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At the same time, in Diagon Alley, London, Fleur looked impatiently at the man in front of her, who had been pestering her since she found this temporary job at Gringotts, and although he was quite cool, he was still not as good as his own Darling.

But at this moment, Fleur's face changed, she looked at the person in front of her and said seriously, "Bill, can you contact Mr. Weasley?" I have an urgent need to find him. ”

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In the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Harry walked through doors to the room as if in a dream. All sorts of glittering clocks, huge, small, ancient, mechanical, some hung between the shelves, some on the tables scattered around the room, and a busy and relentless ticking filled the space, like the tiny footsteps of thousands marching. The beating diamond-like light came from a tall crystal clock jar at the far end of the room.

This way!

Harry's heart was beating wildly, and he knew they had found the right path; He led the way, leading the way through the rows of tables and the narrow space between the titles, as in a dream, to the large crystal bell jar as high as he stood on the table, which seemed to be filled with tumbling glittering wine.

"This is it," Harry said again, his heart beating so fast and so strong that he felt his voice tremble, "and that's from here—"

When they arrived, they found the place: as tall as a church, empty, except for some towering shelves filled with small glass balls of dust. They flickered faintly in the light of the many candles that were spaced out along the shelves, and the flames of the candles burned blue, just like in the round room behind them.

Harry stared down into the aisle between the two rows of shelves, slowly walking forward. He didn't hear anything, didn't see the slightest sign of movement.

"You said it was in row 97," Hermione whispered, "but there doesn't seem to be anyone here." ”。

"His mouth may be gagged, or he may be unconscious," Harry took a breath and looked up at the end of the nearest row. Beneath the candle stand of the blue flame, the silver number 53 flashed, but another uninvited voice in his head said that he might be dead, or even more terrible, that he wasn't here at all.

They walked through 84 rows, 85 rows. Harry listened to the slightest movement, but he found nothing.

I would feel it, he said to himself, his heart hammered against his head, and I was right!

“97！” Hermione said softly, but her brow was furrowing.

They gathered at the end of the row, staring at the aisle next to them. There was no one there.