......

"I didn't ask for ... I don't want to... Voldemort killed my parents!" Harry was already incoherent, "I'm famous because he killed my parents but didn't kill me! ”

"We all know, Harry," Ginny said sincerely.

"And of course, they didn't say a word about you being attacked by the Dementors," Hermione said, "and someone warned them to be silent. That might really be big news, the Dementors are out of control. They didn't even report on your violation of the International Magical Secrecy Regulations. I think this message is so good for turning you into a stupid exhibit if they want to. We think they're stalling until you're fired, and then they're really going to make a big splash — I mean, if you're fired, obviously ......"

Hermione hurriedly said, "You really shouldn't be expelled, and if they didn't follow the law themselves, there was no reason to target you." ”

They returned to the topic of the hearing, which Harry didn't want to think about. He wanted to move on to another topic, but it wasn't necessary because of someone's footsteps going upstairs.

"Oh, shit. Fred dragged the downwind with all his might, and with another loud bang he and George disappeared. Seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared at the bedroom door. "The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs for dinner. Everybody wants to see you, Harry. And who left those bombs outside the kitchen door?"

"Crook Hill, Mom. Ginny said without blushing, "He likes to play with these things." ”

"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think it might be Kreacher, who always likes to collect such oddities. Now everyone remembers to keep the sound down in the kitchen. Ginny, your hands are dirty, what did you just do? Remember to wash your hands before eating. ”

Ginny grimaced at the others and followed her mother out, leaving Harry alone with Ron and Hermione. They both looked at Harry worriedly, and now that everyone else was gone, they were afraid that he would yell like he had just done. Their nervous eyes made Harry feel a little ashamed.

"Look...... ," he said vaguely, but Ron shook his head, and Hermione said calmly, "We know you're angry, Harry, and we really don't blame you, but you know, we tried our best to persuade Dumbledore-"

"Yes, I know," Harry said briefly. He changed the subject to avoid mentioning his headmaster, as Dumbledore's opinion made Harry angry again.

"Who's Kreacher?" asked Harry.

"The elf who lives in this house," said Ron, "madman, I've never met an elf like him before. ”

Hermione frowned at Ron. "He's not a madman, Ron. ”

"His goal in life is to decorate his head by cutting off his head and hanging it on the wall like his mother did," Ron said impatiently, "Is this normal, Hermione?"

"Okay - okay, if he's just a little quirky, but that's not his fault. ”

Ron winked at Harry. Hermione still hasn't given up on her SE. ”

"That's not a se!" Hermione said excitedly, "That's the Elf Welfare Promotion Association." And it's not just me, but Dumbledore wants us to be kind to Kreacher. ”

"Yes, yes," said Harry, "let's go! I'm starving. ”

Harry led the way out of the room to the landing, but as he grabbed the metal railing and went downstairs......

"Catch him," Ron roared and rushed over, grabbing Harry with one arm, while Hermione ducked away. "They're still in the hall, and we might be able to hear something. ”

The three men cautiously looked over the railing of the staircase. The dark hall below was filled with wizards and witches, including all of Harry's bodyguards. They all whispered excitedly together. In the middle of the group, Harry saw a guy with shiny black hair and a large and striking nose, who was Harry's most hated teacher at Hogwarts, Professor Snape.

Harry leaned against the railing. He wondered what Snape was doing for the Phoenix Order...... A thin, brightly colored rope appeared before Harry's eyes.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Fred and George standing above the landing of the staircase, carefully lowering the downwind ear and facing it at the crowd below. However, in an instant, they all moved towards the gate and out of sight.

"Damn," Harry heard Fred curse quietly as he put the downwind ear back. They heard the door open and then close.

"Snape never eats here," Ron told Harry calmly, "Come on, thank God." ”

As they passed the row of elven heads on the wall, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks at the front door, and after the wizards were gone, many large locks and deadbolts magically locked.

"We're eating in the kitchen below," Mrs. Weasley whispered when she met them at the bottom of the stairs. "Harry, dear, if you tiptoe through this hall, the kitchen is behind the door at the other end—"

There was a bang.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, looking back in exasperation.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks lay on the ground, "It's all that stupid umbrella stand, I've been knocked down by it for the second time—"

But her words were drowned out by a terrifying, eardrum-rending, blood-filled scream.

The moth-infested curtain Harry had passed by earlier, and there was no door behind it. But at this moment, Harry thought he was looking out of a window where an old lady in a black hat was screaming loudly, as if she was being tortured—and then Harry realized that it was just a life-size portrait, but this one was the most real and nasty of all, and he had never seen it before.

The old lady was drooling, she rolled her eyes, the sallow skin on her face stretched out as she screamed, and behind them, the other portraits were awakened and screamed as well, so Harry was actually glaring and covering his ears tightly with his hands.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and dragged the curtain with great difficulty, trying to cover the old lady, but they couldn't close it, and the old lady screamed louder, waving her paws as if to tear their faces.

"For the fifth time! Damn it! It's a by-product of nasty and filthy! You half-demons, mutant xenos, deformants, get out of here! How dare you slander my father in this house—"

Tonks apologized over and over again, putting the huge, heavy, giant-leg-like shelf back on the floor.

Mrs. Weasley had given up closing the curtains and hurried up and down the hall, tapping each portrait with her wand, while a man with long black hair ran out of a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" he yelled, clutching Mrs. Weasley's abandoned curtain. The old lady's face turned pale.

"Oh! it's you!" she howled loudly, her eyes glaring at the man, "pure-blooded traitor, hate, I'm ashamed of you!"

"I said—shut up—" the man roared, and with a great deal of effort, he and Lupin managed to close the curtain again. The old lady's screams were gone, not even echoed, and the hall was silent.

Panting slightly, and brushing his long black hair from the front of his eyes, Sirius, Harry's godfather, turned his face towards him.

"Hello, Harry!" he said through gritted teeth, "I see you've seen my mother." ”