After all, it is a broiler who needs to be read by Voldemort's dementor, and the important role of the Ministry of Magic insiders needs to 'unknowingly' break into Voldemort's hiding place without knowing it, otherwise it will be easy for Lao Fu to notice if there is a flaw. This is not an easy thing to do.

And now, everything is ready, Dumbledore is not going to delay any longer, the longer the time drags on, the more likely it is to be uncertain, and the decision is an important criterion for implementing the plan.

So, Lao Deng immediately got up and took out a portrait from a bedroom of a chubby old man dozing off against the frame.

"Wake up, there's something I need you to run," he poked his finger at the portrait.

"Oh, don't you see I'm sleeping?" called out the fat old man in the portrait and jumped up from the frame, "I remember I told you, don't poke me with your finger while I'm sleeping!"

"Yes, you did say that, Elliott," Dumbledore said with a pleasant face, "but I need you to go to the Ministry now and tell Arthur that he can get moving." ”

"It's news again! Damn... I told you you should have an owl, Albus. The fat old man muttered disapprehensively as if he had gotten out of bed, but his body quickly stepped out of the frame, apparently looking for another portrait at the Ministry of Magic.

"He's usually very kind, but when he's woken up, he's in a bad mood. Dumbledore said, placing the empty small picture frame next to the tea set on the table, "But you know, owls are really bad at communicating from a distance, and they are prone to accidents. ”

Roger nodded clearly, not to mention anything else, since the rapid development of science and technology in ordinary people's society, the number of owls killed by airplanes alone has increased dramatically in the wizarding world, and there are many people in the countryside who have been shot down by people practicing guns as targets, after all, England is still in the stage of gun proliferation.

Not long after, before Blake's freshly heated tea was finished, the fat old man had already rushed back.

The words had already been delivered, and the Weasley man immediately left the office. The fat old man's anger seemed to have disappeared, and he said calmly.

"Thank you, Elliott, and I'll call you again if necessary. Dumbledore nodded at the fat old man.

The fat old man seemed to be still sleepy, yawned and leaned against the frame again, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "If you poke me with your finger next time, don't blame me... Whew..."

Dumbledore seemed to sense Roger's strange gaze, and after placing the portrait, he explained softly: "Some qualities of the portrait will be preserved at the moment when it is painted, and this painting is said to have been painted by Elliott during his nap, so this portrait will also be more sleepy." ”

"Oh~I see~" Roger nodded widely: "I thought you used this painting as a phone, and let him run back and forth to send you a message..."

"I'm the one who asked Arthur and them to come here and finalize it in person, and if someone talks about such an important matter, the meaning is likely to be skewed. Dumbledore whispered, then stood up and walked to the back window with the curtains drawn, "And Arthur is just a messenger, and it's not our side who really wants to give the order to search this area... After all, we don't know how much Voldemort knows about the true identities of the Order of the Phoenix. ”

The struggle between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix began more than a decade ago, and the membership of both organizations has been revealed to a greater or lesser extent. Even if Voldemort suddenly fell, most of the Death Eaters were captured. Dumbledore didn't dare to say that he could know the identities of all the Death Eaters.

Just like Peter Pettigrew, if he hadn't been castrated by Roger on the train four years ago, Dumbledore would probably have waited until the third part of the plot to learn about the feud between the Marauder Four...

"The Order of the Phoenix is very influential to magic, and it can even influence orders to search any area. Roger said as he lifted the curtain in the other corner and looked at the motionless house opposite.

"No, I can only say that you have made a big fuss in Azkaban, and a few more people have suggested that there may be traces of prison robbers here, and it is impossible for the people in the Auror Office not to care..."Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed behind the lenses, "But it is impossible to take it too seriously, the new minister of the Auror Office sent one or two people over, which can be regarded as expressing the opinions raised by colleagues... After all, there has been too much chaos this year, and it is really difficult for the Ministry of Magic to want a large-scale nationwide arrest. ”

"It's understandable, after all, wizards are one of the rare species. Roger teased with a smile.

The house that Voldemort had chosen was inconspicuous among the many dwellings, and the small garden in front of the house was deserted because of the lack of care, the weeds had flooded the pebble path, and the masonry walls and walls were mottled by the wind and rain, and it looked like no one had lived in them for a long time.

Roger's eyes roamed up and down the street, waiting for some unlucky guy to arrive.

But it was not until the boy began to suspect that Lao Deng's arrangement had not succeeded at all, that Blake, who was behind him, suddenly shouted softly: "Here we are!

Roger hurriedly turned to the front window of the living room, and found that around the corner from the front of their house, two strangely dressed men were standing looking around and talking a few words from time to time.

Roger was almost immediately sure that the two men were wizards, as they were dressed in quirky outfits like those inexperienced wizards who wanted to dress up as ordinary people.

After the two wizards exchanged opinions, one of them turned and walked around the corner, while the other stayed behind, and after scanning the street, he strode towards the house where Roger and the others were.

In the whole street, the old Deng picks the most exquisite house, and the garden has been taken care of from time to time, and it looks like someone lives in it permanently. And ask about the local anomaly, of course, the first choice is the locals...

So this short, stocky man with a pair of glasses with very thick lenses went straight here.

Roger wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Dumbledore's words: "Leave it to me, you stay in the living room and don't move." ”

"You...?" the boy glanced at Lao Deng in surprise, and swallowed back the words that followed.

I don't know when this old man has turned into a stout middle-aged man, and his thick and straight eyebrows make the whole face look particularly joyful.

"I have some old friends who are well versed in Potions," Dumbledore, who had changed his voice, shook a small vial and tucked it back into his robes pocket.

There was a crisp knock on the door, and Dumbledore swept his wand over himself, and his wizard-style robes were transformed into a set of beige striped pajamas, and the shoes under his feet became a pair of cute pink bunny slippers.

The old man looked up and down and nodded in satisfaction, and when the knock sounded a second time, he walked out of the living room and opened the door.

"Hello, uh... Are you?" Dumbledore's voice was full of confusion.

"I'm an investigator sent from the city, and I want to ask if you have seen any traces of this man," accompanied by the unfamiliar words, there was a sound of parchment being pulled out.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, haven't heard anyone mention it...", Dumbledore seemed to scrutinize the portrait, and then added, "After all, such a strange name will definitely make you remember if you hear it once." ”

"Is there anything strange going on around here?" the unfamiliar voice asked, "This is an extremely dangerous criminal, and he probably still has a weapon in his hand." ”

"You mean she has a gun?" Dumbledore's voice duly showed some fear.

"Yes, please let me know if anything out of the ordinary. An unfamiliar voice said.

"Well... I'm not sure if that's weird. Dumbledore's voice was a little hesitant: "I have been getting up at night to go to the toilet these days, and I saw that there seemed to be lights on in the old house in the back, and there were still figures flickering from time to time... But the old Amy in that house had died a few years ago, and it had never been inhabited. ”

"In the back, in the back of your house?" the unfamiliar voice did not show interest.

"Yes, right behind this kind of house, it looks like the one that has been abandoned for a long time. If you go by, you should be instantly recognizable. Dumbledore affirmed.

"Okay, thank you for the information, we'll be sending someone over to investigate soon. The unfamiliar voice was still not salty, and there was a tendency to leave.

"Well, I hope you can catch her soon, it's too dangerous for criminals to wander around with guns..."Dumbledore said, "By the way, may I ask what crime this person has committed?"

"Kill someone and break out of prison, and in a few days you will be able to see the news report on 'Lost Sight'. The unfamiliar voice came perfunctorily, and he didn't even care if he mispronounced the word TV.

The man seemed to be gone, and Dumbledore stood silently in the doorway for a few moments before slamming the door shut.

"No, you, your acting skills are so bad?" Roger looked at Lao Deng who returned to the living room and couldn't help but say: "Listening to that person's tone, I didn't take what you said seriously at all." ”

"If he really cares, he won't be able to come to the door alone," Dumbledore explained, "and a lot of the mundane things in the wizarding world will seem magical in the eyes of Muggles... Or very strange. ”

"Because of the nervous mass round-up, all they got was a bunch of foxes or spotted mangs, so it's hard for the Ministry of Magic investigators to take the vague clues provided by Muggles seriously... However, they will not completely ignore the words of the Muggles, after all, when there are no other clues, what the Muggles say is the only clue..."

Before the words of old Deng fell, Roger returned to the back window, peeking back from the corner of the curtain, and saw the spectacled pudgy witch through the narrow aisle between the houses and into the back street.

Humpty Dumpty looked at the house that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, reached into his trouser pocket and seemed to confirm the position of the wand before striding towards the old house.

A faint knock came reluctantly, but there was no movement in the room, and after a few more patient knocks, the Humpty Dumpty Wizard made sure that no one was paying attention to him, and then drew his wand and carefully tapped it on the keyhole of the door.

"Okay, thank you for the information, we'll be sending someone over to investigate soon. The unfamiliar voice was still not salty, and there was a tendency to leave.

"Well, I hope you can catch her soon, it's too dangerous for criminals to wander around with guns..."Dumbledore said, "By the way, may I ask what crime this person has committed?"

"Kill someone and break out of prison, and in a few days you will be able to see the news report on 'Lost Sight'. The unfamiliar voice came perfunctorily, and he didn't even care if he mispronounced the word TV.

The man seemed to be gone, and Dumbledore stood silently in the doorway for a few moments before slamming the door shut.

"No, you, your acting skills are so bad?" Roger looked at Lao Deng who returned to the living room and couldn't help but say: "Listening to that person's tone, I didn't take what you said seriously at all." ”

"If he really cares, he won't be able to come to the door alone," Dumbledore explained, "and a lot of the mundane things in the wizarding world will seem magical in the eyes of Muggles... Or very strange. ”

"Because of the nervous mass round-up, all they got was a bunch of foxes or spotted mangs, so it's hard for the Ministry of Magic investigators to take the vague clues provided by Muggles seriously... However, they will not completely ignore the words of the Muggles, after all, when there are no other clues, what the Muggles say is the only clue..."

Before the words of old Deng fell, Roger returned to the back window, peeking back from the corner of the curtain, and saw the spectacled pudgy witch through the narrow aisle between the houses and into the back street.

Humpty Dumpty looked at the house that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, reached into his trouser pocket and seemed to confirm the position of the wand before striding towards the old house.

A faint knock came reluctantly, but there was no movement in the room, and after a few more patient knocks, the Humpty Dumpty Wizard made sure that no one was paying attention to him, and then drew his wand and carefully tapped it on the keyhole of the door.