"Oh, it's not your fault, Van Lin," Hermione said with a shudder, "I don't think anyone would plant a demon's trap in a pot without knowing it would kill people. This — this is a murder, a clever murder. If the pot was sent anonymously, how can you find out who did it?"

Harry didn't think about the devil's trap. He remembered the day he went to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing, and when he took the elevator to the ninth floor, a man with a vegetable-looking face came in from the atrium.

"Oh, damn it...... What does he do?" Van Lin thought about the man's possible contact with Voldemort, but he had no clue.

"I've seen Bird," Harry said slowly, "and I'm with Mr. Weasley in the Ministry of Magic. ”

Ron's mouth widened, "yes, I remember, I heard my dad talk about him at home! He's indescribable—he works in the Department of Mysteries!"

They looked at each other, and then Van Lin pulled the newspaper back in front of him, closed it, and looked at the pictures of the ten Death Eaters on the front page for a moment, and then stood up at once.

"Where are you going?" asked Ron, surprised.

"Communication, we can't just sit here. "Do what you can." ”

"Then I'm ......"

"Harry, you have to practice Occlumency, it's important...... Oh......" Van Lin felt a little bad, he couldn't figure out what was making Voldemort so urgent.

A prophecy ball?

The Prophecy Orb was nothing important at all other than some meaningless nonsense, and it seemed that Voldemort was not qualified enough to put Voldemort at risk, or even kill him.

Then, there must be something else Voldemort wanted in the Mystic Department besides the Prophecy Sphere.

"Wait for me......" Hermione called, chasing after her.

"I just hate the two of them," Ron grumbled, as he and Harry slowly walked out of the hall. "Tell us what they're going to do, even once, and they're going to die? It only takes ten seconds. ”

"But in fact, he's said enough that I've never seen it before...... Hi Hagrid!"

Hagrid was standing in the doorway of the foyer, waiting for a group of Ravenclaw students to pass by. He still has a lot of injuries, just like the day he came back from the giant. There was a new wound on the right side of the bridge of his nose.

"Are you alright, you two?" he shouted, trying to squeeze a smile out, but the result of the effort was a painful twist.

"How are you, Hagrid?" asked Harry, following him along with the Ravenclaw students.

"Alright, alright," Hagrid said in a weak, untruthful tone, waving at Professor Victor as he passed by, pretending not to look at the latter's frightened expression, "just, busy, you know, the usual things—the preparation for class—the fire monsters are going to drop their tails, and I have to be investigated," he muttered.

"You're under investigation?" Ron said aloud, and the students passing by looked at him curiously.

"I'm sorry—I mean—you're under investigation?" he whispered.

"Yes," Hagrid said. "It's not what I thought it would be, I'll be honest with you. But don't worry, it didn't go well, you know, anyway," he sighed deeply, "maybe I should put more chili powder in it, and maybe next time the fire monster's tail will fall off." See you later, Harry, Ron. ”

He walked down the stone steps and down the muddy playground. Harry looked at him, wondering how much more bad news he could bear.

......

Unlike Harry, Van Lin and Hermione soon arrived at the owl room, where he had to write a letter to Sirius and use the Order of the Phoenix to find out what the Ministry of Magic was hiding.

The prophecy orb was useless at all, it came from Sybil......

"What did you say?"

"I said, it's a ball, a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort, but in fact, it's useless at all, don't tell Harry, Hermione, Voldemort is hell-bent on getting him, but I don't think Voldemort would go to the Ministry of Magic because of a prophecy orb, or if he had any premeditation......"

"I have to get more information, we need to know what he wants to do, it's a passive ......," Van Lin wrote.

"But, but we're here ......"

"We can give them a heads-up...... Van Lin said, strapping the letter to the owl's leg.

"So, the Order of the Phoenix is actually using Harry?" Hermione said after a moment's thought.

"No, just help with it. Van Lin breathed a sigh of relief at watching the owl disappear into the night sky, and Umbridge didn't pick it out to find trouble, which made him feel better.

"No matter what, there must be a duel between Harry and Voldemort, and the role of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix is to delay and delay Voldemort's actions as much as possible, so as to buy Harry enough time, Voldemort can't give up Harry, before that, everyone is trying to weaken him, just like in the tribe of giants, people on both sides are in contact at the same time......"

"No, weaken him......" Van Lin lowered his head, a little unsure.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione with concern.

"It's just a few things that have come to mind, and there are many ways to weaken it, but we don't have to be so passive...... "Vanlin said, "Wait a minute, see if Sirius has a message back, if necessary......"

......

In fact, the two didn't stay long before returning to the classroom.

When Harry and Ron told them about Hagrid's condition, Van Lin returned to his usual composure and even discussed with Harry when he was going to see Hagrid, but Hermione always looked at Harry strangely.

But when Harry asked about something, Hermione always said it was okay.

It was a little strange for Harry, but the rest of the lesson was annoying enough.

Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which has become the least popular class at Hogwarts since its founding.

You think classes are boring?

Um Bridge's classes are only ten times more boring than you might think.

There was no sound, to be exact, except for the nib sliding, and even the sound of breathing had to be lowered by a few decibels.

It's easy to feel sleepy, but it's a magic class, with only one person holding a wand......

Anyway, how about giving you a heart-warming cool when you're sleepy, Ron finds it quite uncomfortable, he's enjoyed it more than once, and Umbridge's class is nothing short of torture.