HP Magic Biography

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Since Kreacher and Dobby had left, Harry had become a little restless, walking up and down the room all morning with great expectations.

However, Kreacher and Dobby didn't come back in the morning, not even in the afternoon, until dusk, and Harry became discouraged and worried. In front of him was a hunk of rancid bread that Hermione had tried in various ways to deform, and of course it didn't help.

Fan Lin is working hard to recover, but according to Madam Pomfrey's conclusion, it will take at least half a month. The four of them seem to be trapped in the house.

By the second day, Kreacher and Dobby still hadn't returned, and the same was true for the third day.

However, two cloaked figures appeared outside the doors of Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and they remained till night, gazing at a house they could not see.

Death Eaters for sure, said Ron as Harry looked out the lounge window.

Do they know we're here?

I don't think so, said Hermione, though she looked a little horrified, or they would have reported to Snape, wouldn't they?

Didn't it occur to you that Moody put a Locking Curse on them while they were standing there? asked Ron.

Yes, said Hermione, and besides, they must know a lot of ways to get in, don't they? But they want to see if we show up, after all they know the house belongs to Harry.

How did they know—? Harry began.

The wizard's will will be checked by the government, remember? And Sirius made a will very early, so they must know that Sirius left this house to you. Fan Lin looked up and said, However, don't worry too much , if they were going to come in, we wouldn't be able to stay here like we are now.

However, the presence of the Death Eaters still triggered a sense of foreboding in 12 Grimmauld Place. After Mr. Weasley's patron saint, they did not get any news from anyone outside Grimmauld Place, and the tension began. display.

Lack of rest and irritability had led Ron to develop a nasty habit of playing with the Deluminator in his pocket.

This obviously annoyed Hermione, who was reading a story about Bieber the Bard, and she didn't really like the flickering lights.

Can't you just stop? she finally erupted on the third night Kreacher was away,

All the lights in the living room were turned on and off again and again.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, said Ron, and he flicked the switch controller, which brought all the lights back on. I don't know what I'm doing.

Hey, can't you find something meaningful for yourself to do?

What? Like reading joke stories?

Dumbledore left me this book, Ron...

...and he left me this Deluminator, maybe to tell me I should use it! Before they could start arguing, Harry walked out first, without either of them noticing.

He heads for the kitchen, which he's been to countless times, because he's sure that's where Kreacher is most likely to show up again. As he made his way down the stairs to the hall, he heard a slight knock at the front door, followed by the clang of metal and the scrape of chains. Every nerve in him tensed: he drew his wand, moved slowly into the shadows next to the row of severed house-elf heads, and waited.

Wait a minute... Fan Lin pressed Harry's shoulders and tied the cloak around him.

The door opened: he glimpsed the brightly lit square outside, and a cloaked figure moved in, closing the door behind him. The intruder took a step forward, when Moody's voice sounded, Severus Snape?

The smoky figure moved toward him from the end of the hall, eagerly raising its lifeless hand.

I didn't kill you, Albus, said a quiet voice. An unfortunate thing happened, the soot body exploded again, and the newcomer couldn't pass through the thick white smoke left after it exploded. Fan Lin pointed his magic wand at the middle of the smoke.

Don't move! But Fanlin forgot about Mrs. Black's portrait, and as he shouted, the curtain used to cover the portrait was lifted, and she began to scream: Mudbloods and bitches have defiled my ancestors House...

Then Ron and Hermione ran down the stairs and stood behind Van Lin and Harry, holding their wands like him.

The unknown person stands in the foyer with his hands raised.

Calm down, it's me, Remus!

Oh, thank goodness, said Ron feebly, turning and pointing his wand at Mrs Black, and with a bang, the curtains swished shut and the house fell silent again.

Prove yourself! Fan Lin threatened, and the light of his wand began to light up.

Lupine stepped into the light, hands still in surrender. I am Remus John Lupine, a werewolf, sometimes called Moonface, one of the four makers of the Marauder's Map, and Nymphadora... usually called Tonks... Marriage, I taught you how to summon the Patronus, Harry, in the shape of an elk, and, Fan Lin, I once served as your housekeeper.

Oh, indeed, said Harry, and he lowered his wand.

I'm sorry, Remus, but I have to check, don't I? Van Lin said, putting away his wand as well, followed by Hermione.

You can't lower your guard against your former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I very much agree with you checking. Of course, Ron, you shouldn't let your guard down so quickly.

They walked up to him.

Remus was wearing a thick black cloak and looked tired, but he was happy to see them.

Any news from Severus? Remus asked.

Not yet. Fan Lin shook his head, Snape wouldn't be stupid to come here.

Is everything going well? How is everyone?

It's all right, said Lupine. But we're all being watched, and there are a few Death Eaters out there in the square...

we know……

I had to Apparate pretty accurately onto the top steps outside the front door to make sure they didn't see me. They mustn't know you're here, or I'm sure they'd send more people outside. They're watching Everything connected with you, Harry. We go downstairs, and I have a lot to tell you, and I want to know what has happened to you since you left the Burrow.

They entered the kitchen, and Hermione pointed her wand at the fireplace, and the flames burst into flames, making the hard stone walls feel cozy, and the long wooden table glowed.

Lupine took some butterbeer bottles from under his traveling cloak, and they sat down.

I was here three days ago, and I had to find a way to get rid of the few Death Eaters who followed me, said Lupine.

So you came here after the wedding?

No, after we ran into some Death Eaters in a cafe on Tottenham Court Road. Lupine sprayed almost all of his Butterbeer on the front of his suit.

What? So they began to tell what had happened, and when they finished Lupine looked petrified. But how did they find you so quickly? Tracking Apparated people is impossible unless you grab them the instant they disappear.

And it doesn't look like they happened to be cruising Tottenham Court Road, did they? said Harry.

We want to know, Hermione asked tentatively, if Harry still has that connection with him?

Impossible! Lupine asserted, a reassurance to Hermione.

So, Lupine was not an insider?

Fan Lin frowned, the mess Dumbledore left him was really bad.

Before anything else, if Harry and him were still in touch, they would have known Harry was here. But I don't know how they followed you to Tottenham Court Road, which is very disturbing. Worrying, very worrying. Lupine went on, looking confused, but compared to Harry's concerns, the issue could be put aside for now.

Remus, you told us what happened after we left. We haven't heard anything since Ron's father told us that our family is safe. Fan Lin said, I tried to send a message, But no one...

Oh, Kingsley saved us, said Lupine. Thankfully he warned most of the wedding guests, most of them Apparated before they even got there.

The Death Eaters or the Ministry? interrupted Hermione suddenly.

Both, but really, they're all the same thing now, said Lupine. There were about two dozen of them, but they didn't know you were here, Harry. Arthur said he'd heard they If it's true that he tortured you about your whereabouts before killing Scrimgeour, it doesn't look like he's betrayed you.

Inexplicably, Harry was touched. He had never liked Scrimgeour as much as he did now, but if what Lupine said was true, then the last act of this man was to desperately protect Harry.

The Death Eaters searched the Burrow to the bottom, Lupine continued. They found the ghouls, but they didn't want to go near them...then they interrogated those of us who hadn't managed to escape for hours. They wanted to try to get information about you, Harry, but of course they didn't Nobody knows you're here.

At the same time they totally wrecked the wedding reception, more Death Eaters tried to force their way into every house in the suburbs that had ties to the Order. But no one died, he added hastily, blocking their question, But they were rough. They burned Dedalus Diggle's house to the ground, but you knew he wasn't home. They put Cruciatus on the Tonks family, and they wanted to know you were in their house too. Where did they go after the visit. They're ok... freaked out, obviously, but otherwise, ok.

So, have those Death Eaters passed all the protection spells? Fan Lin frowned and asked, It's hard for me to understand, and there are some ancient magics that are not common.

You should realize, Van Lin, that the Death Eaters now have all the power of the Ministry of Magic in addition, Lupine said. They don't have to fear identification or arrest, they're empowered to cast those cruel spells. They're trying to break every defensive spell we've put on them, and they're fully open about why they're here.

I'm afraid, there are still Voldemort's means in it, otherwise it would be impossible to break it so easily, at least not a few days ago, only those vampires can.

They're reckless! sighed Lupine.

Didn't they come up with an explanation for torturing people about Harry's whereabouts? Hermione asked, her voice rather sharp.

Oh, said Lupine, hesitating, and then pulled out a folded copy of the Daily Prophet. Here, he said, shoving it across the table towards Harry, you'll find out sooner or later...Anyway, that's their excuse for chasing you.

Harry flattened the paper, a huge picture of himself taking up the entire first page, and read the headline: On the death of Albus Dumbledore - we need to ask!

In an instant, Ron yelled angrily, but Harry didn't make a sound.

He pushed the newspaper aside, not wanting to read it at all: he knew what they were going to say, and no one except those who had witnessed Dumbledore's death on the tower at the time knew exactly who killed him, and yet, Rita Skeeter had told the entire wizarding world that Harry had been seen running from the scene minutes after Dumbledore's fall.

I'm sorry, Harry, said Lupine.

So we lost control of Rita?

Lupine nodded.

The rune was in my hand before, but the night of Dumbledore's fierce battle was broken. They had planned it long ago...

But do people really know what's going to happen? Hermione asked.

In effect they have quietly taken power, said Lupine. Officials have explained Scrimgeour's death, saying that he died of natural causes, and his position has been replaced by Bius Diknis, who was under the Imperius Curse!

Why didn't Voldemort declare himself the Minister of Magic? Ron asked. Lupine smiled.

Because he doesn't need it, Ron. He's a minister, authoritatively, so why does he have to sit behind a desk in the ministry? His puppet Dikniss is running the day-to-day government for him, leaving it to He has free space to expand his power far away from the Ministry of Magic.

Of course a lot of people have speculated about what's going on. With such a dramatic change in Ministry policy in recent times, a lot of people are whispering that Voldemort must be in control, but that's the point, they're whispering, they don't Dare to trust each other, not knowing who is trustworthy, they are too scared to say it out loud, for fear their guesses are true and their families are targeted. Yes, Voldemort is playing a very clever trick , claiming that he himself may have inspired the rebellion, and maintaining the pretense has created confusion, distrust and fear.

This dramatic change in Ministry policy, Harry asked, including warning the entire wizarding world to turn against me instead of Voldemort?

Of course that's part of it, said Lupine, and it's a coup, now that Dumbledore is dead and you... the Boy Who Lived... are of course the mark of the long war against Voldemort, But by suggesting that you had a hand in the old leader's death, Voldemort not only put a stamp on your head, but sowed fear and suspicion among those who defended you in the past.

In the meantime, the Minister has taken action against Muggle-borns. Lupine pointed to the Daily Prophet. Look at the second edition.

Hermione opened the second edition with the same disgusted expression she had when she held the Dark Arts secret in her hands.

The Muggle-Born Register, she read aloud, and the Ministry of Magic is promising to take action to investigate so-called Muggle-born populations to better understand the magical secrets they hold. Recently, investigations by the Department of Mysteries have shown that magic It can only be passed on through the breeding of wizards, and people who have not been proved to be of wizarding family blood, so-called Muggle-borns, may have obtained magical powers through theft or force. The Ministry of Magic is determined to find the usurper of magic, and when it is done, it will send invitations to every Muggle-born to attend a meeting organized by the newly formed Muggle-born Registration Committee.

People don't let that happen, said Ron.

But it happened, Ron, said Lupine, Muggle-borns are being rounded up as we speak.

But how can they say it's 'stealing' magic? said Ron. It's mental and intellectual, and if you could steal magic, there wouldn't be so many Squibs, would there?

I know, said Lupine, but unless you can prove that you have at least one close wizarding relative, your magical powers will be considered illegal and you will be punished by law.

This is what he has been striving for. Fan Lin said disgustedly, holding Hermione tightly with one hand, He is killing himself!

I mean, if something really goes wrong, you can be named Weasley!

Thank you, Ron, but this is just a joke! Fan Lin poked with his wand, and all the articles about Muggles disappeared.

Compared to this, what is Voldemort planning to do to Hogwarts? Fan Lin asked, this was what he cared about.

Every young wizard or witch is forced to attend, he replied. It was announced yesterday and it's a change, it's never been mandatory before. Of course almost all wizards and wizards in the UK are Hogwarts graduates, but parents have the right to choose whether to teach their children at home or leave them alone. Send it abroad, if they think it would be better. And as it is now, the entire wizarding population will grow up under Voldemort's watch, from childhood to adulthood. It's another way to get rid of Muggle-borns , because they have to show their blood identity before they can enroll, which means they have to go to the Ministry of Magic to prove their wizarding blood.

Disgusted and annoyed, Harry thought that some first year might be staring at a list of new spellbooks right now, not knowing that they might never see Hogwarts, and might never see them again. family.

It's just...it's... he muttered, trying to find a word to express the horror he had just imagined.

But Lupine just said quietly, I understand.

Lupine hesitated.

I understand that you won't approve of this, Harry, but everyone in the Order of the Phoenix feels that Dumbledore seems to have left you a mission.

Yes, Harry replied, for me and Valin, and Hermione and Ron are also involved, and they will be with us.

So, do you guys trust me enough to tell me what that mission is?

Fan Lin raised his head, staring at this prematurely aging wrinkled face, with thick but gray hair, he really hoped that he could not answer like this. I can't, Remus, I'm sorry, but if Dumbledore didn't tell you, then I don't think I can either.

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