"What's in the name of Merlin's baggy briefs?" "I remember this," Hermione said breathlessly. She was holding a large, framed portrait. She lowered the portrait to the floor, and a bead-adorned pouch was snatched out of the kitchen's pantryboard.

Hermione opened it, and she began to force the portrait inside, despite the fact that the portrait clearly didn't fit in such a pouch, but within seconds it was gone, and like so many others, it fell into the endless abyss of the pouch.

"Phineas Nicholas," Hermione explained as she tossed the pouch onto the table, accompanied by her usual loud clang.

"What?" said Ron.

But Harry understood.

The painting of Phineas Nicholas Black was able to easily walk back and forth between his portrait of Grimmauld Place and the portrait hanging in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts: Snape was undoubtedly sitting in the circular room at the top of the tower, triumphantly possessing Dumbledore's collection of fine silver magical instruments, a stone meditation basin, a Sorting Hat, and a Gffindor sword, unless it had been placed somewhere else.

"Snape can send Finius Nicholas to inspect the house," Hermione explained to Ron as she returned to her seat, "but let him try it now, all Finius Nicholas can see is the inside of my handbag." ”

"That's a good idea!" Ron said, admiring Hermione's doing.

"Thanks," Hermione said with a smile, moving her soup in front of her. "And Harry, what else happened today?"

"Nothing special. Harry said. "I watched the entrance to the Ministry of Magic for seven hours. There was no one else's whereabouts. But seeing your dad, Ron, he looks good. ”

Ron listened to the news and nodded gratefully. They agreed that it would be too dangerous for Mr. Weasley to communicate with him when he was in and out of the Ministry, as he was surrounded by Ministry staff at all times, however, it was reassuring to glance at him, though he did look a little reluctant and nervous.

"Dad kept telling me that most of the Ministry of Magic staff use Floo to get to work," Ron said. "But some important people never do that, and maybe that's why we don't see the others. ”

"What about the funny old witch and the little wizard in navy blue robes?" asked Hermione.

"Oh, it's the guy from the Department of Magical Maintenance," Ron said.

"How did you know he worked in the Department of Magical Maintenance?" asked Hermione, her spoon floating in the air.

"Dad said that everyone in the Magic Maintenance Division was wearing navy blue robes. ”

"You never told us that!" Hermione put down her spoon and pulled over the bundle of notes and maps that Harry and Ron were checking when they came in. "There's no mention of navy blue robes here, no!" Hermione said, flipping through them excitedly. "Does it really matter?"

"Ron, they all matter! If we want to go to the Ministry of Magic and not expose ourselves while they're all watching the intruders, every little detail counts, we've been doing it, I mean, what's the point of these recouts, if you don't want to tell us......"

"Oops, Hermione, I just forgot one little thing......"

"You haven't realized it yet, haven't you, it's not going to be more dangerous anywhere in the world right now than if we were to the Ministry of Magic......"

"But why do we have to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Ron said, confused, "shouldn't we ......"

"If you want to find out what the Death Eaters are up to, the Ministry of Magic is the best option, isn't it, and there's the information from Mundungus, and more importantly, there's something in it that I care about. Van Lin said.

"Mondongues, can we ......"

"With his life at stake, Mundungus has no reason to deceive us. "And it's just a plan to be implemented, isn't it, we have to be prepared for all eventualities until we ......."

"Until what?"

"It's nothing," Van Lin shook his head, "and when I recover, I think I'll need to contact Sirius, and maybe Kreacher can help me with that." ”

"Of course, Master Al, Kreacher can. ”

"And Harry, I still need to keep an eye on the Ministry of Magic, I've always felt like the Death Eaters were going to make a big move at the Ministry of Magic. ”

"In fact, I had a hunch of that too. Harry said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, a feeling of palpitations arose inexplicably in Harry's forehead ......

"The master hasn't finished the soup yet, does the master still want a delicious stew? Or the sugar muffins that the master has always preferred?"

"Thanks, Kreacher, I'll go...... Kindness...... Bathroom, come back soon. Realizing that Hermione was looking at him suspiciously, Harry quickly descended the stairs to the hall and ran to the first floor, where he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door again.

Harry grunted in pain, sinking into the black tub with a snake-shaped faucet with a large mouth open, and closed his eyes...... He was gliding down a street bathed in soft light, flanked by buildings with large wooden gables that looked like flashy houses.

He approached one of the houses and saw his pale, long-nailed hand resting on the door. He began to knock on the door and felt an excitement rise within him...... The door opened, and a lady stood laughing. When she looked down to see Harry's face, the smile on her face vanished and was replaced by fear......

A cold high-pitched voice asked, "Grigovich?" she shook her head as she tried to close the door. A pale hand gripped the door firmly in case she shut him out......

"I'm looking for Grigovich. ”

"He's not here (in French)!" She shook her head and exclaimed, "He doesn't live here! He doesn't live here! I don't know him!"

Giving up trying to close the door, she began to retreat into the dark hall behind her. Harry slid towards her, his long-nailed hand drawing his wand......

"Where is he?"

"He's gone (in French)!gone!I don't know!I don't know!," he said, and she screamed. Two small children ran into the hall, and she tried to protect them with her own arms. A flash of green light flashed......

"Harry, Harry!" he opened his eyes to find himself slipping out onto the floor.

Hermione was pounding on the door again.

"Harry, open the door!" he must have shouted, he knew. Harry stood up and opened the door, and Hermione immediately entered, but she quickly regained her balance and looked around suspiciously.

Van Lin and Ron were right behind her, and Ron looked a little out of sorts. He was pointing his wand at the corner of the cold bathroom.

"What were you doing?" asked Hermione sternly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" asked Harry, retorting.

"You were yelling that your head is going to fall off. Ron said.

"Really...... I just dozed off, or ......"

"Harry, please don't insult our intellect. Hermione gasped deeply as she spoke, "We know you're downstairs, your scars hurt, and your face is as white as a piece of paper. ”

Harry sat down by the bathroom door.

"What's going on, Harry?, or what Voldemort made you see, I think we need to figure it out......" Van Lin said, "it's important!"

"Okay. I saw Voldemort murder a woman, and he probably killed her entire family. He didn't have to. It's like killing...... Killing my family, they just stayed there. ”

"Is there anything more, Harry, it's important......" Van Lin asked.

"That's enough, you two!" Hermione interrupted.

"Harry, you shouldn't let that happen again. Hermione cried, her voice echoing through the bathroom. "Dumbledore told you to use Occlumency. He thinks the connection between you is dangerous...... Voldemort can use it too, Harry, just to see him killing and torturing people, what's the use?"

"At least I know what he's doing. Harry muttered.

"So you didn't even try to keep him out of your head?"

"Hermione, I can't do it. You know I'm sick of Occlumency. I've never mastered it. ”

"You haven't really tried!" Hermione said fiercely, "I don't care, Harry...... Have you always liked this special connection, or relationship, or ...... What......" Hermione was incoherent when she saw Harry stand up and look at her.

"Like it?" Harry said calmly, "will you like it?"

"I ...... No...... I'm sorry, Harry. That's not what I meant......"

"I hate it, I hate the face he got into my head. I had to watch him when he was at his most dangerous. But I'm going to use it anyway!"

"Dumbledore......"

"Forget Dumbledore. It's our own choice, not someone else's. I wonder why he is chasing and killing. ”

"Who?"

"Grigovich is a wandmaker abroad. Harry said, "He made a wand for Krum, and Krum thought he was talented. ”

"But according to you," said Ron, "Voldemort has locked up Ollivander somewhere. He's already got a wandmaker, what else is he going to do?"

"Maybe Voldemort agreed with Krum and thought Grigovich was better...... Otherwise, Voldemort thinks Grigovich can explain my wand's reaction when he chases me. Because Ollivander doesn't know. ”

"Maybe Ollivander didn't want to do that. Van Lin shook his head, "You and his wand, this is the brainchild of Ollivanders, I don't understand, if Ollivander can't solve it, no one in this world can do it." ”

"Maybe he wants a new wand......" Harry rubbed his head, "to use against me......"

"Harry, you've been talking about what your wand did," Hermione said, "but you let it happen. Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own strength?"

"Because I know it's not me! Voldemort knows, Hermione. We all know what the hell is going on. The two of them glared at each other, Harry knew that he hadn't convinced Hermione yet, and that she was preparing to argue with him: not only to refute what he had put forward about his wand, but also to the fact that he had allowed himself to snoop on Voldemort. To Harry's consolation, at least Van Lin trusted him.

"We can leave that at that, Hermione!" Van Lin said, "maybe we can plan something else, like figuring out what the Ministry of Magic is looking for Voldemort, and that gives me a terrible feeling that Tfrey is in the Ministry." ”

"Why do you care so much about that vampire named Trevey?"

At this point they returned to the kitchen in the basement, where Kreacher offered them stewed meat and honey scones.

"Because I was hunted down by him on the day I rescued you, and it was he who brought his people to make me like this. ”

"You never told us. ”

"Because I never thought he'd go to the Ministry of Magic!" said Van Lin, "it's not a good place, it's not a vampire principle!"

"Principles, that kind of thing?"

"Well, I'll admit, that might be a bit inappropriate, but, that's the case with vampires, how would a race that has been in seclusion for hundreds of years help a junior dark wizard?"

"Maybe it's because he's strong enough, hasn't the Dark Wizard always been like this. "I think they're more direct. ”

That's why they're more cruel. "Undisguised desires are often more frightening, and, remembering that Mundungus has brought back no news, the Ministry of Magic is helping Voldemort find something, something interesting, like the bones of demons." ”

"What does he want to do?"

"Who knows, though, it's certainly not a good thing. "We'll need to go to the Ministry of Magic to find out, by the way, Umbridge is back in office, you know?"

"What?" Harry felt a pang of disgust for no apparent reason, "it's bad. ”

"There's still a lot of work to do, Harry, especially in this ......"

......

They went to bed very late that night. Harry had slept in Sirius's room now. He lay on the bed, tracing his wand's light over old photographs of his father, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew as he spent another ten minutes muttering to himself.

However, when he extinguished the light of his wand, he thought not of Polyjuice Potion, Unconscious Flower Candy, or the navy blue robes of the Magic Maintenance Division, or vampires, but of the wand merchant Grigovich.

With Voldemort's resolute search, how long could they hide?

Dawn seemed impolitely impolite to come after midnight.