Umbridge was definitely dazed, or perhaps the report had touched a sensitive nerve at the Ministry.

They had just sent Sirius back into the darkness, barely covering up the affairs of Azkaban, and now dealing with an absolutely true report.

The truth can't be covered up forever, the wizarding world is too much to change, the out-of-control Azkaban, the gathered dark wizards, and the number of deaths is increasing, while the Ministry of Magic has been preaching peace and stability for now.

This in itself is a contradiction enough to make more and more people dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic.

In Van Lin's eyes, Umbridge's approach had obviously lost the power it had when she first came to Hogwarts, and now it looked like a fly with no way out, buzzing around Hogwarts Castle......

Wait, it doesn't seem like it's the season for the flies to come out......

If there was anything else that would make the Vanlins happy, it was the reaction of Malfoy, Cara, and Goyle.

I went to the library late that afternoon and saw them.

Several people were putting their heads together, and one of Hermione called him Sildo. Noether's unkempt schoolboy whispers. When Harry was searching the shelves for books about partial disappearances, they saw him.

Goyle wrenched his finger wickedly, and Malfoy spoke maliciously to Crabber.

Harry understood their actions perfectly: he referred to their father as a Death Eater.

"Best of all," Hermione said happily as they left the library, "they can't attack you because they can't admit to reading that article!"

Finally, Luna was having dinner to tell Tan Dong that Wizarding Weekly had never sold out so fast.

"Daddy is ramping up the print!" she told Harry, her eyes red with excitement. "He couldn't believe it, he said that everyone was even more interested in finding elves than they were in finding them!"

And that night in the Gryffindor common room, Harry became the hero. Fred and George had the audacity to enchant a cover of Wizarding Weekly and hang it on the wall, so Harry's big head kept watching the action below, muttering "The Ministry of Magic is stupid" and "Eat, Umbridge".

Hermione didn't find it funny at all, she said it disturbed her train of thought, and she ended up angrily going to sleep in her room.

After an hour or two, Harry also found the poster to be of little fun, especially as the spell faded away, and it would intermittently shout "dung" and "Umbridge".

In fact, his head began to hurt again, and the scar tingled uncomfortably. He announced that he was going to sleep, and the people sitting around him immediately let out a groan of disappointment, and they had asked him to repeat the interview countless times.

When he returned to his dormitory, there was no one inside.

Harry pressed his forehead against the cold glass window next to the bed, and the scar felt much better. Then he lay down on the bed without undressing, hoping that the headache would go away soon. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he rolled over and closed his eyes, and he quickly fell asleep.

......

He was standing in a dark, curtained room with a candle lit inside. His hand gripped the back of a chair in front of him tightly. His fingers were long, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and on the black velvet back of his chair they looked like several large, pale spiders. On the other side of the chair, in the faint light of candles, knelt a man in a black robe.

"I've thought it through," Harry said in a high, cold, angry voice.

"Master, I ask for your forgiveness," the man on his knees said hoarsely. The back of his head glistened in the candlelight and looked like he was shaking.

"I'm not blaming you, Lockwood," Harry said in a cold voice, still in a cold voice. He let go of his grip on the chair, walked around it, and walked over to the man curled up on the ground, standing straight, looking taller than usual.

"Can you be sure of your situation, Lockwood?" asked Harry.

"Yes, my master, yes. I've always worked in the department, after all—"

"Avery told me Bird could get it. ”

"There's no way Bird can get it, master, Bird should know he can't. So, he'd rebel against Malfoy's spell like that. ”

"Stand up, Lockwood," Harry whispered. The man was in a hurry to obey and almost fell to the ground.

His face was covered with acne sores, and the candlelight was a faded scar. He stood up and still bent slightly, like a bow, and looked up at Harry in fear.

"It's good that you're telling me," Harry said coldly, "very good. I've wasted months making useless plans. But that's okay, now let's get started. I'm thankful for you, Lockwood. ”

"My master, yes, my master," Lockwood gasped.

"I need your help and all the information you can provide. We'll have to endure for a while until the Bloods finish their work......"

As he spoke, Harry felt an irresistible force, very cold, even stronger than the feeling he had brought him now.

"Of course, my master, of course, all. ”

"Okay, there you go. Call Avery to come. ”

Lockwood ran back quickly, bent over, and disappeared behind the door. Alone in the dark room, Harry turned towards the wall, where a broken old mirror hung in the shadows.

Harry walked towards it, his figure growing larger and clearer in the darkness, a pale skeletal face, and red eyes with long, narrow pupils.

"No ——!"

"What's wrong?" said a voice next to him.

Harry struck in such a frenzy that he rolled to the ground wrapped in the veil. For a few minutes he didn't know where he was, and for sure, he saw the pale skeletal face closing in on him again in the darkness.

Ron's voice rang in his ears, "If you can stop going crazy like this, I can get you out of here!"

Ron ripped the curtain open, Harry glared at him in the moonlight, and lay down, his scar aching. Ron looked like he was about to go to bed, not wearing one of the sleeves of his robe.

"What's going on? has anyone been attacked?" Van Lin hid Ron and got Harry up, "What do you see?"

"No—no one—" Harry gasped, his forehead roasted like it was on a fire. "Avery is not good, he is in trouble. He gave him the wrong information. Voldemort was really angry. ”

Harry groaned, clutching his scar in his hands.

"But now that Lockwood has come to his aid, he's back on the right track. ”

"What are you talking about?" Ron sounded frightened, "You mean, you just saw the mystery man?"

"I'm the mystery man," Harry said, holding out his hands in the darkness and raising them in front of his face to see if they were still as pale as death, with very long fingers. "He's with Lockwood, he's a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban, remember? Lockwood told him that Bird had failed. ”

"What did you fail?" asked Van Lin quickly.

"Go get something. He said Bird should know he couldn't get it. Bird was under the Imperius curse, and I think he said it was Malfoy's father. ”