Chapter 1216

"In the name of Merlin's most baggy briefs?" "I remember this," Hermione gasped. She was holding a large framed portrait. She lowered the portrait to the floor and grabbed a beaded pouch out of the kitchen cupboard.

Hermione opened it, and she began to force the portrait in. Although it was obvious that it could not fit into such a small bag, within seconds it disappeared and, like many others, fell into the abyss of the pouch.

"Phineas Nicholas," she explained as Hermione threw the bag on the table with the usual loud clanging.

"What?" Said Ron.

But Harry understood.

The portrait of Phineas Nicholas black can easily walk back and forth between his portrait in grimmer square and the portrait hanging in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts: Snape is undoubtedly sitting in the circular room at the top of the tower, triumphantly possessing Dumbledore's exquisite silver magic instruments, stone meditation pots, branch hat and gefindor's sword, Unless it's been put somewhere else.

"Snape can send Phineas Nicholas to the house," Hermione explained to Ron as she returned to her seat. "But now let him try. All Phineas Nicholas can see is the inside of my handbag."

"Well thought!" Ron said, admiring Hermione for what she did.

"Thank you," Hermione said with a smile, moving her soup to her. "So Harry, what else happened today?"

"Nothing special." Said Harry. "I watched the entrance to the Ministry of magic for seven hours. There was no one else. But see your dad, Ron. He looks good

Ron nodded with thanks at the news. They agreed that it was too dangerous to communicate with Mr. Weasley when he was in and out of the Ministry, because there were always ministry staff around him. However, it was reassuring to glance at him in a hurry, although he did seem a little reluctant and nervous.

"Dad kept telling me that most of the Ministry of magic staff use the flying road network to get to work," Ron said. "But some important people never do that, and maybe that's why we don't see other people."

"What about the funny old witch and the little wizard in the Navy robe?" Asked Hermione.

"Oh, it's the magic maintenance guy," said Ron.

"How do you know he works in the magic repair department?" Hermione asked, her spoon suspended in the air.

"Dad said everyone in the magic repair department was wearing navy robes."

"You never told us that!" Hermione put down the spoon and pulled over a bundle of notes and maps that she and Ron were examining when Harry came in. "There is no Tibetan blue robe here, no! "Said Hermione, flipping excitedly. "Does that really matter? "

" Ron, they all matter! If we want to go to the Ministry of magic and don't expose ourselves while they're all watching the intruders, every little detail is very heavy. We've been doing this all the time. I mean, what's the point of these investigations, if you don't want to tell us... "

"Oh, Hermione, I just forgot a little thing..."

"You don't realize it, do you? No place in the world is more dangerous now than we go to the Ministry of magic..."

"But why do we have to go to the Ministry of magic?" Ron said with some doubt, "we shouldn't have..."

"If you want to find out what the death eaters are doing, the Ministry of magic is the best choice, isn't it? And there's information from Mundungus, and more importantly, there's something I care about." Said Fanlin.

"Mundungus? We can... "

"Under the threat of life, Mundungus has no reason to deceive us." Besides, it's just a plan to be implemented, isn't it? We have to be prepared for all possible situations until

"Until what?"

"Nothing," Van leen shook his head. "When I recover, I think I need to contact Sirius. Maybe kretcher can help me with this."

"Of course, master Al, kretcher can."

"And Harry, you still need to watch the Ministry. I always think death eaters will make a big move in the Ministry."

"As a matter of fact, I have such a premonition." Said Harry, wiping his mouth with his handkerchief.

All of a sudden, Harry felt a palpitation on his forehead

"The host hasn't finished the soup yet. Would you like a delicious stew? Or is it the sugar muffin that the host has always preferred? "

"Thank you, kretcher. I'll go Well Restroom. I'll be right back. " Realizing that Hermione was looking at him suspiciously, Harry quickly went downstairs to the hall and ran to the first floor. He rushed into the bathroom and closed the door again.

Murmured Harry in agony, sinking himself into a black bathtub with a serpentine faucet in the shape of a big mouth, and closed his eyes He was gliding down a street in a soft shimmer, and the buildings on either side of him had big wooden Gables that looked like flashy houses.He approached one of the houses and saw his pale, long fingernails on the door. He began to knock on the door, and felt a kind of excitement rising from his heart The door opened and a lady stood there laughing. When she looked down at Harry's face, the smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by fear

A cold high voice asked, "gregovich?" She shook her head as she tried to close the door. A pale hand clung to the door in case she shut him out

"I'm looking for gregovich."

"He's not here (in French)," she exclaimed, shaking her head. "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 the car. Harry glided up to her, his long fingernail hand pulling out his wand

"Where is he?"

"He's gone (French)! Gone! I don't know! I don't know! " He raised his hand and she screamed. Two children ran into the hall and she tried to protect them with her arms. A green light flashed by

"Harry! Harry!" He opened his eyes and found himself on the floor.

Hermione is pounding on the door again.

"Harry, open the door!" He must have yelled, he knows. Harry stood up and opened the door. Hermione fell in at once, but she soon regained her balance and looked around in disbelief.

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

"What were you doing just now?" Asked Hermione sternly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Harry asked in a feeble voice.

"You were shouting that your head is going to fall off." Said Ron.

"Yes I dozed off just now, otherwise it was... "

"Harry, please don't insult our intelligence." Hermione said, gasping deeply. "We know you're downstairs, the scar is sore, and you're as white as a sheet of paper."

Harry sat down by the bathroom door.

"What happened, Harry? Or what does Voldemort show you, I think we need to figure out... " "It's important," Van Lin said

"All right. Just now I saw Voldemort murder a woman, and he probably killed her family. He didn't have to. It's like killing It's like killing my family. They just stay there. "

"Is there anything more, Harry, it's important..." Asked Fanlin.

"Enough, you two!" Hermione interrupted.

"Harry, you shouldn't let that happen again." Hermione cried, her voice echoing in the bathroom. "Dumbledore asked you to use a brain block. He thinks the connection between you is dangerous Voldemort can use it, Harry! What's the use of seeing him killing and torturing

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

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

"Hermione, I can't. You know, I'm sick of brain block surgery. I've never mastered it. "

"You never really tried it!" Hermione said fiercely, "I don't care, Harry Do you always like this special connection, or relationship, or Whatever... " When she saw Harry standing up and looking at her, Hermione was incoherent.

"Like it?" Harry said quietly, "would you like it?"

"I No I'm sorry, Harry. I don't mean that... "

"I hate it, I hate the face he enters into my head. I had to look at him at his most dangerous time. But I'll still use it! "

"Dumbledore..."

"Forget Dumbledore. It's our choice, not someone else's. I want to know why he's chasing. "

"Who?"

"Gregovich is a wand maker abroad." Harry said, "he made a wand for Krum, and Krum thought he was very talented."

"But as far as you say," said Ron, "where does the Voldemort Scripture keep Oliver van der. He already has a wand maker. What else does he want another one to do? "

"Maybe Voldemort agreed with Krum that grigorovic was better Or it's Voldemort who thinks gregovich can explain the reaction of my wand when he chases me. Because Olivander didn't know

"Maybe Ollivander didn't want to do that." Van Lin shook his head. "You and his wand, this is the painstaking work of Oliver van der. I don't understand. If Olivander can't solve it, no one in the world can do it."

"Maybe he wants a new wand..." Harry rubbed his head. "Use it against me..."

"Harry, you've been saying what your wand did," Hermione said, "but you made 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 happened. " They both stare at each other; Harry knows that he hasn't convinced Hermione, and she's preparing to argue with him: not only to refute his claim of his wand, but also to the fact that he allows himself to spy on Voldemort's ideas. To Harry's comfort, at least Vaseline trusted him.

"We can stop talking about that, Hermione!" "Maybe we can plan something else, for example, to figure out what the Ministry of magic is looking for for for Voldemort, and it gives me a bad feeling that Trevor is in the Ministry."

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

Then they went back to the basement kitchen, and kretcher offered them stews and honey scones.

"Because on the day of saving you, I was pursued and killed by him, and he brought his people to make me look like this."

"You never told us."

"Because I never thought he would go to the Ministry of magic!" "That's not a good place, it's not in accordance with the principles of vampires," said Van leen

"Principle? That kind of thing? "

"Well, I admit, it may not be appropriate, but vampires are like this. Why would a race that has lived away for hundreds of years help a black Wizard of later generations?"

"Maybe it's because he's strong enough, isn't the black wizard always like that." Ron said, "I think they're more direct."

"That's why they are more cruel." "Naked desires are often more frightening, and, remember the news that Mundungus brought back, the Ministry of magic is helping Voldemort find something interesting, like a demon's skeleton," said Vaseline

"What does he want to do?"

"Who knows, but it's certainly not a good thing." "We need to go to the Ministry of magic to find out. By the way, Umbridge is back in office, do you know?"

"What?" Harry felt disgusted for no reason. "It's terrible."

"There's a lot more to do, Harry, especially in this situation..."

……

They went to bed late that night. Harry is now sleeping in Sirius' room. He lay in bed, tracing old pictures of his father, Sirius, lupin and dwarf with the light of his wand, and spent another ten minutes muttering to himself about the plan.

However, when he extinguished the light of his wand, he thought not of compound soup, comatose candy, or the dark blue robe of the magic protector, or vampires, but the wand merchant gregovich.

How long can they hide under Voldemort's determined search?

The dawn seemed impolitely pressing after midnight.

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