After a few seconds, Van Lin felt like he could breathe again.

It didn't feel good to be apparitioned, especially when the four of them were huddled together, and Van Lin felt that someone had stepped on his chest before, but it disappeared in a trance.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that they were standing in the middle of a familiar and humble square, surrounded by crumbling old houses.

It's a bit desolate as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but it's a good choice, especially after Sirius' return, and the Black family's natural protection seems to have been prepared for it.

However, since Snape's betrayal, it has been abandoned by a unanimous vote.

The Order of the Phoenix couldn't pin the comfort of the entire organization on a spell that had failed.

Using their memory, they were able to find Twelve in no time, as the Secret Dumbledore had told them the location of the house. They rushed there, carefully checking along the way to see if anyone was following. They ran up the stone steps, and Harry knocked on the front door with his wand.

After a series of metal ticks and chains clicking, the door creaked open and four men entered. As Harry closed the door, the old-fashioned gas lamps suddenly lit up, flickering light up the hallway.

The house was exactly as they remembered, grotesque, cobwebbed, elven heads hanging on the walls casting strange shadows on the stairs, long black curtains obscuring the portrait of Sirius's mother.

The only thing that wasn't in place was the umbrella stand on the troll's legs, which fell silently to the side, as if Tonks had knocked it down again.

As it turned out, the clean-up organized by Mrs. Weasley was of little use.

Since abandoning this place, even Sirius is reluctant to return to this house.

"I think somebody has been here," Hermione whispered, pointing at it.

"Oh, I think I heard Moody say it. "Except for Kreacher, Moody is the only one who has ever been here." ”

"What about the curses they used against Snape?" Harry asked.

"Maybe it won't kick in until he's got those curses?" Ron said. They were always close to each other, standing on the shoeshine mats in the doorway, with their backs to the door, not daring to enter the house.

"Oh, please, we can't leave here," Harry said, taking a step forward.

"Severus Snape?" Mad-Eyed Moody's voice came low from the darkness, causing Harry to leap back in fright.

"We're not Snape!" Harry replied before a blast of air-conditioning, almost tongue-wrenching. In an instant, his tongue was back to normal. Ron and Hermione seemed to experience the same unpleasant feelings.

"Hey, you should rest assured!" Van Lin said, retracting the cloak, apparently a situation where the magic on the cloak was more practical.

To be honest, Van Lin felt that he was a little weak and he didn't quite fit in......

"Naken...... Definitely...... It's crazy...... Mad-Eye's knot for Snape...... Stammer!" Hermione said aggrievedly, as if about to spit it out.

"It's very useful, and it's an effective way to organize wizards to use magic. ”

"But it's a little too uncomfortable. Van Lin tapped his wand at Hermione's throat, the first time to undo a spell that needed to be traced back to the source.

Harry cautiously took another step forward.

Suddenly, something began to move in the shadows at the end of the hallway, and before they could react to what was happening, a tall and terrible gray-brown figure suddenly rose from the carpet, Hermione screamed, and Mrs. Black screamed, and lifted her curtains, and the gray figure slid towards them, faster and faster, its waist-length hair and beard fluttering behind it, its face deeply sunken inward, without flesh, and its eye sockets hollow...... So familiar, yet so unfamiliar, he raised an arm, his pale palm covered with blue and black cracks.

"No!" called Harry, raising his wand, not knowing what spell to use. "No, it's not us, it's not us who killed you......"

As soon as he said the word killing, the figure suddenly exploded on its own, leaving only a large cloud of dust behind.

Harry coughed and looked around with tears in his eyes, while Hermione curled up, looking like she couldn't stop crying for a while.

This surprised Fan Lin a little, and he didn't know whether to laugh or how.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore did die, but for Vanlin, the result didn't seem so unacceptable, and right now, Moody had set up Dumbledore's illusion to deal with the possible arrival of Snape.

I have to admit that it would definitely scare Snape if he did betray them, and besides, the illusion was more than just an explosion.

In a flash, Fan Lin clearly captured other spells, the curse of aging and even death, and several of them were far from meeting the trigger conditions.

But what about Snape?

If the Dark Lord is pushed on the head, it will not be safe here for the sake of planning.

In fact, many times Van Lin was a little unsure whether Snape had betrayed them or not.

The plan for Dumbledore's death......

"Good...... All right...... He's gone...... Gone......" Van Lin took Hermione in his arms and buried his nose in Hermione's hair.

Mrs. Black was still screaming, dust with the blue glow of a gaslamp coiling around Harry like a mist.

"Mudbloods, dirty, shameful stains, shameful stains on the houses of my ancestors......"

"Shut up!" Harry roared, pointing his wand straight at her, and with a loud bang a red spark the curtain closed and the sound was gone.

"That'...... That'......," Ron whispered as he came back to his senses and got up from the ground.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, "but it's not really him, it's just something to scare Snape." ”

"But does that really work?"

Harry didn't know if Snape could really blow up this terrible figure so easily, just like killing the real Dumbledore?

"Yes, there's other magic behind this, but what triggers should be met......" Van Lin said, clutching Hermione's hand tightly.

"Snape?" asked Ron, cautiously.

Van Lin nodded.

This made Harry very uncomfortable, his nerves still tingling, Harry walked ahead and walked towards the foyer, since the brief abolition of Van Lin, Harry had become the strongest fighting force, which forced Harry to be vigilant for a new horror, but in fact there was no movement except for a rat skimming the baseboard.

"Before we go any further, I think we'd better check it out," Hermione whispered, holding up her wand and chanting, "All visible!"

Nothing happened.

"Oh, you must be frightened," Ron shrugged disapprehantly, "Don't be too nervous, what's the use?"

"It's going to do what I want it to do!" Hermione said rather angrily, "It's a spell to make the hidden man appear, and there's no one else here but us!"

"There's also old dust besides us," Ron glanced at the patches of the carpet from where the corpse-like figure had risen.

"Oh, let's go upstairs," Hermione looked at the place with some trepidation, which made the girl feel a little tingling, "shall we go back to our room?"

She led the way up the creaking stairs to the living room on the second floor. Hermione shivered slightly in the windy room, waving her wand to light the old-fashioned gas lamps, and she sank into the couch, arms clutched tightly to her chest.

Van Lin walked through the living room to the window and pulled a crack in the heavy velvet curtains.

"There's no one outside," Van Lin looked around, "it seems that Harry shouldn't have any marks on him, otherwise they would have followed him by this time, but...... What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Van Lin suddenly called.

Harry let out a cry of pain, his scar burning again, something flashing through his mind like a light on the water. He saw a great shadow and felt a fury that did not belong to him, as violent and short as an electric shock.

"What do you see?" Van Lin frowned as he walked over to Harry, "Did you see him at my house?"

"No, I'm just angry...... He's really angry......"

"He may be in the Burrow," Ron exclaimed, a little alarmed, "what else? What else do you see? Is he casting a spell on anyone?"

"No, I just feel anger...... I can't tell......"

Harry felt like he was being forced to confess, and he was confused, but Hermione couldn't help him, just worried, "Your scar hurts again? How can this be? I thought that connection was already closed!"

"It's just been off for a while," Harry muttered, his scar still aching, making it difficult for him to concentrate, "I ...... I feel like as soon as he loses control, the connection opens up, and that's what he used to ......."

"But you have to close your brain!" Hermione screamed. "Harry, Dumbledore doesn't want you to use that connection, he wants you to close it, that's why you should use Occlumency......!

"Yes, I remember, thank you," Harry gritted his teeth, he didn't need Hermione to remind him that Voldemort had used this connection to lure him into a trap, let alone that it had put everyone in danger.

He wished he hadn't told them what he had seen and felt...... This made Voldemort even more dangerous.

Harry pressed the scar against the window of the room, but it still hurt, and he endured the pain as if he were forcing himself to hold back the feeling of nausea.

Harry turned his back to the Vanlin men, pretending to inspect an old tapestry hanging on the wall...... There is a family tree chart of the Black family on it.

At this moment Hermione screamed, Harry raised his wand, looked around, and saw a silver Patronus float in through the living room window, landed on the floor in front of them, turned into a weasel, and said in Ron's father's voice, "The family is safe, don't reply, we are being watched, Sirius will go to you." ”

The Patronus dissipated, and Ron let out a whimpering and moaning sound, and fell heavily on the couch.

Relieved, at least, that's good news.

"Thankfully, they're safe!" Ron said, a little trembling.

Harry sighed and thought of Ginny.

If something happened to Ginny, Harry didn't even know what to do.

"I ...... I'll go to the bathroom," Harry muttered with a long sigh of relief, and walked out of the room as quickly as he could.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, the intense feeling of vertigo became even stronger, and Harry felt that his mind was spinning, as if it was constantly going back and forth between the virtual and the real, which made Harry a little confused about the way out.

But the road to the toilet has never been longer.

Harry managed to tighten the door of the toilet with his trembling hands, hugged and grabbed his almost cracked head and fell to the ground, and then a sharp pain struck, a fury that he had never experienced that did not belong to him, and he saw a narrow room lit by firelight, a tall blonde Death Eater fell to the ground, screaming, rolling, and a small figure standing in front of him with a wand, at this moment, an arrogant, cold, cruel voice came from Harry's mouth.

"Is there anything else you have to say, Lyle, or we'll finish here and send you to the altar? and hand you over to the monsters? won't Lord Voldemort forgive you again...... First, did you call me back to tell me that Harry Potter had escaped again?Draco, let Lyle taste what it was like to upset us...... Let him taste it, or you will taste my wrath!"

Suddenly, it was as if a piece of wood had fallen into the fire, and the flames soared, and the light of the fire fell on a frightened, pale face...... Draco's face was as white as if it had been soaked in deep water, and for a moment, Harry felt as if his eyes were stinging, and Draco woke him up.

Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Harry lay on the cold black marble floor with his hands and feet spread, his nose inches from the tail of the silver viper that supported the large bathtub. He sat up, Malfoy's haggard, sluggish face still appearing before his eyes. Harry felt a wave of nausea, for what he had seen, and for the way Draco was now driven by Voldemort.

There was a sharp knock on the door, and Harry jumped to his feet when he heard Van Lin's voice.

"Harry, how are you, are you alright, your stuff is all with me......"

"Okay, okay, thank you," he said, opening the door, trying his best to get his voice back to normal.