"Harry, hey, are you there, Harry?"

"I'm here!" Harry quickly responded, "What's wrong?"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door opened, and Fanlin's somewhat pale face came into view.

"Hey, he's here. Van Lin shouted behind him, and then there was a thud of footsteps outside the door, and Hermione rushed in anxiously.

"We won't be able to find you as soon as we wake up!" Hermione finished breathlessly, turning around and shouting, "Ron!

Ron's annoyed voice echoed from several floors down.

"That's good! tell him he's a jerk!"

"Harry, please don't play missing, we're scared to death!Why did you come upstairs?" she looked around the room. "What are you doing here?"

"It was an accident. Harry touched his nose, which made him a little embarrassed, "Look what I found!" He held up his mother's letter, Hermione took it, and after reading it she looked up at him, "Oh, Harry......"

"And this. He showed her the tattered photo, and Hermione laughed as she looked at the little boy rampaging on a toy broomstick.

"I'm looking for the rest of the letters," said Harry, "but they're not here. ”

Hermione looked around.

"Did you make this like this? or was that what you were here all about?"

"Someone had searched this place before me," Harry said.

"I think so too. Along the way, I saw that every room had been searched. What do you think they're looking for?"

"Information about the Order of the Phoenix, if this is what Snape did. ”

"But you think, he should have gotten what he wanted, I mean, he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, wasn't he?" said Van Lin, "If anyone ever came, then Snape was the least likely, unless he broke the secrecy and found it himself with the Death Eaters, he had to come by himself, otherwise the Death Eaters wouldn't find out about it." ”

"So," Harry was eager to sell his theory, "then the second page of the letter about Dumbledore should be this." Look at this Bathilda that my mom mentioned, do you know who she is?"

"Who?"

"Bathilda Basshat, whatever she does, it's for sure, it won't help us find Horcruxes at all, will it?"

Harry didn't answer.

Hermione continued, "Harry, I know you really want to go to the High Turquo Valley, but I'm scared, and it really scares me when the Death Eaters found us so easily yesterday. And it makes me think we shouldn't go to where your parents are buried, I'm sure they're waiting for you to go there!"

"It's not just that," said Harry, still refusing to look at her, "Muriel said something about Dumbledore at the wedding, and I wonder what the truth is. ”

"About Ariana?"

"It's not just that. Harry replied that until now, Curry Stick had more time than to share everything with his friends.

After listening, Hermione said, "Of course, I understand what upset you so much, Harry......"

"I'm not upset," he lied, "I just want to know if that's true or ......"

"Or Harry, do you really think you can get the truth from a vicious old woman like Muriel, or from Rita Skeeter, how can you trust them? you know Dumbledore!" Hermione said with some anger.

"I did think I knew," he muttered. "But you know that a few of the reports Rita wrote about you are true! Dorgo is right, how can you let that kind of person tarnish the Dumbledore of your memory!"

He looked away, trying not to let his resentment come out. Now he was faced with a choice: what to believe. He wanted to know the truth, but why did everyone think he shouldn't know this?

"How about we go to the kitchen?" suggested Hermione after a brief moment of silence. "Would you like to eat something?"

"Nice offer, and, I think I might have found a solution. ”

"What?" said Harry, looking at Van Lin in confusion.

"Oh, before that, let's get to the table. Van Lin shook his head, and the four of them walked towards the kitchen together.

......

"What's the staple food today?"

"Pasta!"

"You say it's pasta?" Ron looked at the black lump on his plate in disbelief.

"Oh, I think Hermione did a great job!" Van Lin said indistinctly, a hint of sadness on his lips.

"Don't say so much, I don't care if it's ......"

"If you don't want to eat it, you can throw it away!" Hermione interrupted unceremoniously.

"Uh...... So, I didn't ......" Harry had a dumb fire smell for a moment, and Hermione was still terrible when he was angry.

"Calm down, Harry, I'll tell you," Van Lingan laughed twice, "I think I know someone who knows who is here in this house. ”

"If you mean Sirius, I swear, I've never seen anyone as careless as him, and I promise he hasn't been back to this house since the Order of the Phoenix headquarters moved out. Hermione said unceremoniously.

"I'm sad too, but I must admit......" Harry could finish his sentence when Van Lin interjected.

"Have you forgotten anyone, Sirius is not the only one in this house, there are ghosts and ......"

"Kreacher!"

"That's right. Van Lin snapped his fingers, "Wizard's restriction magic isn't that restrictive for house-elves, so, Dobby!"

In less than half a minute, with the sound of air crackling, a slightly funny elf appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"My dear master, and Harry Potter!" Dobby screamed, "I thought you had forgotten me. ”

"Oh, Dobby, how could we have forgotten you. ”

"We're just ...... momentary" Harry couldn't make it up, he looked at Hermione pleadingly, but Dobby's speech was obviously more direct, and tears of emotion welled up in Dobby's eyes in an instant.

"Oh, please, Dobby, don't show up every time......"

"Go and bring Kreacher back, Dobby, that's the order. I know he's going to sneak back into this room!" Van Lin said helplessly, in exchange for Dobby's churning sound with sobs.

"So, Kreacher is here?"

"There's always a way to conjure it up," Van Lin said with a smile, "and Dobby has an answer, doesn't he?"

The ceiling was hit so hard that it felt like ...... A boulder?

Maybe the two elves knocked down some statue?

In short, Wait Dobby was already disgraced when he appeared in front of several people.

"Kreacher did nothing wrong, this is Kreacher's task, and old Kreacher cannot abandon the old master's house......"

"No one is asking you to abandon here, Kreacher!" said Van Lin, a little in the ass, the two house-elves were too noisy.

"Yes, Master El, Kreacher didn't do anything wrong, Kreacher is just ...... for the old master"

"We don't care what you're doing for that screaming ghost!" Ron said impatiently.

"Filthy Weasley, Betrayer of the Bloodline......"

"Put away your set, Kreacher!" Harry said in a loud voice, "I just want to know who else has been here besides you." ”

"Master Sirius's filthy friend, a madman, and a thief......"

"I want to think about it...... Lupin, Moody and the two of them are supposed to be here to set up the magic, the thief ......"

"Mondongues!" Ron said through gritted teeth.

Van Lin looked at Ron with some surprise, this was the first time that Ron reacted so strongly.

"So the last person to come was Mondongues?"

"Yes, my master!" replied Kreacher respectfully.

"I want you to bring him here, including what he took from here. ”

"Dobby...... Dobby wants to go too! Dobby can also ......"

"Oh, well," Van Lin waved his hand, "you go to Dobby, and if Mundungus resists, I hope you can teach him a lesson, he's in pretty bad shape." ”

"Yes!"

He had been walking around the house all morning with great expectations. However, Kreacher did not return in the morning, not even in the afternoon, until dusk, when Harry was a little discouraged and worried. In front of him was a chunk of rancid bread that Hermione had tried in every possible way to deform it, and of course it didn't help. The next day, Kreacher did not return, and on the third day he did not return. However, two cloaked men appeared outside the door of 2 Grimmauld Place, and they stayed until the evening, staring at the house they couldn't see at all. "Death Eaters for sure. Ron said as Harry and Hermione looked out of the window of the common room. "Do they know we're here?" "I don't think so. Hermione said, though she looked a little frightened, "Or they would have reported Snape, wouldn't they?" "Didn't you think they were put under a deadtongue spell by Moody while they were standing there?" Ron asked. "Yes," said Hermione, "besides, they must know a lot of ways to get in, don't they?" but they want to see if we show up, after all, they know that the house belongs to Harry. "How do they know——?" Harry began. "Wizards' wills will be inspected by the government, remember? they will know that Sirius left this house to you. The presence of the Death Eaters sparked an ominous premonition at 2 Grimmauld Place, and after Mr. Weasley's Patronus, they didn't hear from anyone outside of Grimmauld Place, and nervousness began to show. Lacking rest and being irritable, Ron developed an annoying habit of playing with the lights out in his pocket. This clearly annoyed Hermione, who was reading the story of Bard Bieber, who didn't like the flickering lights on and off. "Can't you stop?" she finally erupted on the third night of Kreacher's absence, and all the lights in the living room were turned on and off again and again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Ron said he pressed the switch controller and all the lights were restored. "I don't know what I'm doing. "Well, can't you just find yourself something meaningful to do?" "What? like reading jokes?" "Dumbledore left me this book, Ron—and he left me this lights-out, perhaps telling me that I should use it!" Before they could start arguing, Harry walked out, and neither of them noticed. He walked towards the kitchen where he had been countless times, for he was sure that it was the place where Kreacher was most likely to reappear. As he walked up the stairs to the foyer, he heard a slight knock on the front door, followed by the clanging of metal and the grinding of chains. All the nerves in him tensed: he drew his wand and slowly moved to the shadows next to the row of severed house-elf heads, waiting. The door opened: he caught a glimpse of the brightly lit square outside, and a cloak-like figure moved in and closed the door behind him. The intruder took a step forward as Moody's voice rang out, "Severus amp; #822; Snape?" the smoky body moved towards him from the end of the hallway, eagerly raising its lifeless hand. "I wasn't the one who killed you, Albus. A quiet voice said. Something unfortunate happened, the soot body exploded again, and the newcomer couldn't see through the thick white smoke it left behind, and Harry pointed his wand right in the middle of the smoke. "Don't move!" But he had forgotten the portrait of Mrs. Black, and at his shout, the curtain that had been used to cover the portrait was lifted, and she began to scream, "The mudbloods and the sluts have defiled my ancestral home—" Ron and Hermione ran down the stairs and stood behind Harry, wand-and-wand, just like him. The unknown man stood in the foyer, hands raised. "Calm down, it's me, Remus!" Oh thank goodness. Hermione said weakly, turning and pointing her wand at Mrs. Black, and with a thud, the curtain swished shut, and the house fell silent again. Ron lowered his wand, but Harry didn't. "Prove yourself!" He replied. Lupin stepped out into the light, his hands still in a gesture of surrender. "I'm Remus amp; #822; Johnamp;#822; Lupin, the werewolf, sometimes referred to as Moonface, was one of the four makers of the Living Point map, married Nymphadora — often called Tonks — and I taught you how to summon the Patronus, Harry, in the shape of an elk. "Oh, indeed. Harry said, lowering his wand, "But I have to, don't I?" "Don't lower your guard against your former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I couldn't agree with you checking it out." Ron, Hermione, you shouldn't let your guard down so quickly. They walked over to him. He was wearing a thick black cloak and looked tired, but he was happy to see them. "Haven't heard from Severus yet?" he asked. "Nope. Harry replied. "Is everything going well, how is everybody?" Lupin said. "But we're all watched, and there are a couple of Death Eaters in the plaza outside—" "We know—" "I had to apparition very accurately onto the top steps outside the front door to make sure they wouldn't see me. They must not know you're here, or I'm sure they'll send more people outside. They're spying on everything that has anything to do with you, Harry. We go downstairs, I have a lot to tell you, and I want to know what happened to you after you left the Burrow. They entered the kitchen, Hermione pointed her wand at the fireplace, and the flames immediately ignited, making the hard stone walls feel comfortable too, and the long wooden table shimmered. Lupin took out a couple of bottles of Butterbeer from under his traveling cloak, and they sat down. "I was here three days ago, but I had to find a way to get rid of the Death Eaters who were following me. Lupin said. "So, you've been here since the wedding?" "No, after we met a couple of Death Eaters in a café on Court Road in Totham. Lupin sprayed almost all of his butterbeer on the placket of his clothes. "What?" and they began to recount what had happened, and when they finished, Lupin looked stunned. "But how could they find you so quickly? It's impossible to track the apparitions unless you catch them the moment they disappear. "And they don't happen to be cruising on Court Road in Totham, are they?" said Harry. "We want to know," Hermione asked tentatively, "is there that connection between Harry and him?" "Impossible. Lupin said that Ron looked smug and Harry finally relented.

on the front of his clothes. "What?" and they began to recount what had happened, and when they finished, Lupin looked stunned. "But how could they find you so quickly? It's impossible to track the apparitions unless you catch them the moment they disappear. "And they don't happen to be cruising on Court Road in Totham, are they?" said Harry. "We want to know," Hermione asked tentatively, "is there that connection between Harry and him?" "Impossible. Lupin said that Ron looked smug and Harry finally relented. "If Harry had been in contact with him, they would have known that Harry was here. But I don't know how they followed you to Totham Court Road, which is worrying, very worrying. He looked a little confused, but the issue could be put aside for a moment compared to Harry's concerns. "Tell us what happened after we left, we haven't heard anything since Ron's dad told us the family was safe. "Oh, Kingsley saved us. "Thankfully, he warned most of the wedding guests, most of whom were apparitions before they arrived." "Is it the Death Eaters or the Ministry?" Hermione interjected suddenly. "Yes, but actually, they're all the same thing now. "There were about two of them, but they didn't know you were here, Harry. Arthur says he's heard they've tortured you before killing Scrimgeour, and if that's true, then it doesn't look like he's betrayed you. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, and he could sense by the expressions on their faces that their emotions were mixed, mixed with shock and gratitude. He had never liked Scrimgeour as much as he did now, but if what Lupin said was true, then the man's last action was to desperately protect Harry. "The Death Eaters have searched the Burrow. Lupin continued. "They found the ghouls, but didn't want to go near them — and then they interrogated those of us who didn't have time to escape for hours. They want to try to get information about you, Harry, but of course no one but the rest of the society knows you're here. "At the same time, they completely ruined the wedding feast, and more Death Eaters tried to forcibly break into every house in the suburbs that had ties to the Order of the Phoenix. But no one died," he hastily added, blocking their question, "but they were rough, and they took Dedallow amp;#822; Digo's house burned to the ground, but you know he wasn't at home. They cast a curse on the Tonks, and they also want to know where you went after you were a guest at their house. They're okay - freaked, obviously, but in other ways, it's okay. "Did those Death Eaters pass all the protective spells?" Harry asked, recalling how powerful those spells were the night he fell into Tonks' parents' garden. "You should recognize, Harry, that the Death Eaters now have all the extra powers of the Ministry of Magic. Lupin said. "They don't have to fear identification or arrest, they have been given the power to cast those cruel spells. They're trying to break every defensive spell we've put at them, and they're completely open about why they're here. "Didn't they give an explanation for the act of torturing people about Harry's whereabouts?" Hermione asked, her voice rather high-pitched. "Oh," Lupin said, hesitating, then pulling out a folded copy of the Daily Prophet. "Here," he said, pushing it over the table to Harry, "you'll find out sooner or later—that's their excuse for chasing you, anyway. Harry flattened the paper, and a huge picture of himself took up the first page of the paper, and he read the title of the news: about Albus Dumbledore's death - we need to question Ron and Hermione shouted angrily, but Harry didn't say anything. He pushed the newspaper aside, he didn't want to read it at all: he knew what they would say, and no one knew who had killed him except the man who had witnessed Dumbledore's death on the tower at the time, however, Rita amp; #22; Skeeter had told the wizarding world that a few minutes after Dumbledore's fall, Harry was seen running away from the starting point. "I'm sorry, Harry. Lupin said. "So the Death Eaters also control the Daily Prophet, right?" Hermione said angrily. Lupin nodded. "But do people really know what's going to happen?" "In fact they have quietly taken power. Lupin said. Officially, Scrimgeur's death has been explained, saying that he died of natural causes, and that his position had been taken by the Imperius Beyus amp;#822; Diknes instead. "Why didn't Voldemort declare himself Minister of Magic?" asked Ron. Lupin smiled. "He doesn't need it, Ron. Authority, he was indeed a minister, so why did he have to sit behind his desk in the ministry? His puppet Deeknis was taking care of his day-to-day affairs, leaving him free to expand his influence far from the Ministry of Magic. "Of course, a lot of people have already speculated about what happened. The policy of the Ministry of Magic has changed so dramatically in recent times, many people are secretly talking about Voldemort must be behind it, however, this is the point, they are secretly arguing, they dare not trust each other, they do not know who is trustworthy, they are too scared to say it loudly, afraid that their speculation is true, and their families have become targets. Yes, Voldemort was playing a very clever trick by declaring that he himself might have inspired a rebellion, and that maintaining a disguise had already created chaos, distrust, and fear. "This dramatic change in the policy of the Ministry of Magic," Harry asked, "includes warning the whole wizarding world to come against me and not Voldemort anymore?" "It's certainly part of it," said Lupin, "and it's a brilliant move, now that Dumbledore is dead, and you, the boy who never dies— A sign of the long war against Voldemort, of course, but by suggesting that you had a hand in the death of your old leader, Voldemort not only puts a label on your head, but also sows fear and suspicion among those who have defended you in the past. "In the meantime, the Minister has taken action against Muggle-borns. Lupin pointed to the Daily Prophet. "Look at the second edition. Hermione opened the second edition with the same look of disgust as when she had held the Dark Arts Secrets. "The Muggle-born register," she read aloud, "the Ministry of Magic is promising to take action to investigate the so-called Muggle-born population to better understand the magical secrets they hold. "Recently, an investigation by the Department of Mysteries revealed that magic can only be passed on through the reproduction of wizards, and that people who have not been proven to be of wizarding blood, the so-called Muggle-borns, may have obtained their magic through stealing or force. "The Ministry of Magic is determined to find the usurper of the magic, and will send out invitations to everyone of Muggle origin to attend a meeting organized by the newly formed Muggle Origin Registration Committee. "People don't want that to happen. Ron said. "But it happened, Ron," Lupin said, "that Muggle-born people were being rounded up as we spoke. "But how can they say it's 'stealing' magic?" said Ron, "it's mental and intellectual, and if you could steal it, there wouldn't be so many squibs, would it?" "I know," said Lupin, "but unless you can prove that you have at least one close relative of a wizard, your magic will be considered unlawfully obtained, and will be subject to legal sanctions." Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, "What if a pure-blood and a half-blood swear that a Muggle-born person is part of their family? "Thank you, Ron, but I can't let you do that-" "You don't have a choice," Ron said fiercely, putting her hand back, "I'll teach you to familiarize yourself with my family tree so you can face any questioning." Hermione gave him a weak smile "Ron, I don't think it's anything compared to our current run away with Harry Potter, the country's most wanted criminal. If I went back to school, it would be a different feeling. What does Voldemort plan to do with Hogwarts?" she asked Lupin. "Every young witch and wizard was forced to attend. He replied. "It was announced yesterday and this is a change that was never mandatory before. Of course, almost all wizards and wizards in England are Hogwarts graduates, but parents have the right to choose to teach their children at home or send them abroad if they feel it would be better. And as it is now, the entire wizarding population will grow under Voldemort's nose, from small to large. This is also another way to purge Muggle-born people, as they must show their ancestry before they can enroll, which means they have to go to the Ministry of Magic to prove their wizarding ancestry. Harry thought disgusted and angry that at this moment, the new students might be staring at a list of new spell books, not knowing that they might never see Hogwarts again, or their families again. "It's just ...... It's ......," he muttered, trying to find a word to express the horrific imagination he had just had, but Lou said quietly, "I understand." Lupin hesitated. "I know you're not going to approve of that, Harry, but the Order of the Phoenix feels like Dumbledore seems to have left you with a mission. "Yes," Harry replied, "and Ron and Hermione are also involved, and they'll be with me. "Do you trust me enough to tell me what that mission is?" Harry looked at the prematurely aged, wrinkled face, with thick, grey hair, and he wished he could have answered otherwise. "I can't, Remus, I'm sorry, if Dumbledore didn't tell you, then I don't think I can either. ”