HP Magic Biography

In the name of Merlin's baggiest briefs? I remember that, panted Hermione. She is holding a large framed portrait. She lowered the portrait to the floor and grabbed a beaded pouch from the kitchen sideboard.

Hermione opened it, and she began to force the portrait into it, despite the fact that the portrait obviously wouldn't fit in such a pouch, yet within seconds it was gone, falling into the pouch like so many others. abyss.

Phineas Nicholas, Hermione explained as she tossed the pouch onto the table with the usual loud clang.

What? said Ron.

But Harry got it.

The painted Phineas Nicholas Blake could easily walk back and forth between his portrait of Grimmauld Place and the portrait that hung in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts: Snape was undoubtedly sitting in the circle atop that tower. In the shaped room, triumphantly possessed Dumbledore's collection of exquisite silver magic utensils, stone Pensieves, the Sorting Hat and Gryffindor's sword, unless it had been placed elsewhere.

Snape could send Phineas Nicholas to look around the house, Hermione explained to Ron as she returned to her seat, but let him try now, all Phineas Nicholas can see is Only the inside of my handbag.

Great idea! said Ron, secretly admiring what Hermione had done.

Thanks, smiled Hermione, moving her soup in front of her. So Harry, what else happened today?

Nothing special, said Harry. I watched the entrance to the Ministry of Magic for seven hours. No one else was there. But saw your dad, Ron, and he looks fine.

Ron nodded gratefully at the news. They agreed that it was too dangerous to communicate with Mr. Weasley when he was in and out of the Ministry, as he was always surrounded by Ministry staff, however, a quick glance at him was reassuring, although he looked Somewhat reluctant and tense.

Dad keeps telling me that most Ministry staff use the Floo network to get to work, said Ron. But some important people never do, and maybe that's why we don't see others.

Where's the funny old witch and the little wizard in the navy robe? asked Hermione.

Oh, it's the guy from the Department of Magical Maintenance, said Ron.

How do you know he works in the Department of Magical Maintenance? asked Hermione, her spoon suspended in the air.

Father said everyone in the Department of Magical Maintenance wore navy blue robes.

You never told us that! Hermione put down the spoon and pulled over the bundle of notes and maps that she and Ron had been examining when Harry entered. There's no talk of navy blue robes here, no! said Hermione, leafing through them excitedly. Does that really matter?

Ron, they all matter! If we're going to go to the Ministry of Magic and not expose ourselves while they're all keeping an eye on the trespasser, every little detail counts. We've been doing that, I mean, the detective work. What's the point, if you're not even willing to tell us...

Oh, Hermione, I just forgot one little thing...

You haven't realized,

Isn't there, there's nowhere in the world more dangerous right now than our trip to the Ministry of Magic...

But why do we have to go to the Ministry of Magic? Ron said with some doubts, Shouldn't we...

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 is information provided by Mundungus, and more importantly, there are some things I care about. Fan Lin said arrive.

Mundungus? Can we...

Under the threat of life, Mundungus has no reason to deceive us. Fan Lin said, Besides, this is just a plan to be implemented, isn't it, we must make adequate preparations for all possible situations preparations until...

Until what?

It's nothing. Fan Lin shook his head. When I recover, I think I need to contact Sirius. Maybe Kreacher can help me with this.

Of course, Master Al, Kreacher can.

And Harry, we still need to monitor the Ministry of Magic. I always feel that the Death Eaters will make a big move in the Ministry of Magic.

Actually, I have the same premonition. Harry said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, Harry inexplicably felt a palpitation, his forehead...

The master hasn't finished the soup yet, does the master still want some delicious stew? Or the sugar muffin that the master has always preferred?

Thanks, Kreacher, I'll go to the... er... bathroom, be right back. Realizing that Hermione was looking at him suspiciously, Harry quickly descended the hall to the first floor, rushed into the bathroom and again Closed the door.

Harry grunted in pain, sank into the black tub with the snake-like tap in the shape of a gaping mouth, and closed his eyes... He was gliding down a street bathed in soft twilight, The buildings on the side have large wooden gables, and they look like flashy houses.

He approached one of the houses, and saw his pale, long-nailed hand on the door. He started knocking on the door and felt an excitement rising inside him...the door opened and a woman stood there laughing. When she looked down at Harry's face, the smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by fear...

A high, cold voice asked, Grigorovich? She shook her head as she tried to close the door. A pale hand held the door firmly, lest she shut him out...

I want Gregorovich.

He's not here (in French)! she cried, shaking her head. He doesn't live here! He doesn't live here! I don't know him!

Giving up on trying to close the door, she began to retreat into the dark hall of the car behind her. Harry slid towards her, his long-nailed hand drawing his wand...

Where is he?

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

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

Hermione was banging on the door again.

Harry, open the door! he must have yelled just now, and he knew it. Harry stood up and opened the door, and Hermione fell in immediately, but she regained her balance quickly and looked around suspiciously.

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

What were you doing? Hermione asked sternly.

What do you think I'm doing? Harry retorted hesitantly.

You were yelling that your head was going to fall off, said Ron.

Is that so... I dozed off just now, or else...

Harry, please don't insult our intelligence, said Hermione, panting deeply. We know you're downstairs, your scar hurts, and your face is as white as a sheet of paper.

Harry sat down by the bathroom door.

What happened, Harry? Or, what Voldemort showed you, I think we need to figure it out... Fan Lin said, This is very important!

Well. I just saw Voldemort murder a woman, and he probably killed her whole family. He didn't have to. It's like killing... my family, they just stayed there.

Is there anything more, Harry, this is very important... Fan Lin asked.

Enough, you two! interrupted Hermione.

Harry, you shouldn't have let this happen again, cried Hermione, her voice echoing in the bathroom. Dumbledore told you to use Occlumency. He thinks your connection is dangerous... Voldemort could use it too, Harry! Just to see him killing and torturing. What's the use?

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

So you haven't even tried to shut him out of your mind?

Hermione, I can't. You know I'm sick of Occlumency. I've never mastered it.

You haven't really tried! said Hermione vehemently. I don't care, Harry... whether you've always liked this particular connection, or relationship, or... whatever... When she Hermione became incoherent when she saw the way Harry stood up to look at her.

Like it? said Harry quietly. Would you like it?

I... no... I'm sorry, Harry. That's not what I meant...

I hate it, I hate the face he got into my head. I had to watch him when he was most dangerous. But I'm going to use it!

Dumbledore...

Forget about Dumbledore. It's our own choice, not someone else's. I wonder why he went after him.

who?

Grigorovich is a wand maker abroad, said Harry. He made wands for Krum, and Krum thinks he's very talented.

But according to you, said Ron, where did Voldemort keep Ollivander locked up. He already has a wandmaker, what would he want with another?

Perhaps Voldemort agreed with Krum that Gregorovitch was better...or maybe Voldemort felt that Gregorovitch could explain how my wand reacted when he was after me. Because Olivier De doesn't know.

Maybe Ollivander is unwilling to do this. Fan Lin shook his head, You and his wand, this is Ollivander's painstaking work, I don't understand, if Ollivander can't solve it , no one in this world can do it.”

Maybe he wants a new wand... Harry rubbed his head, to use it on me...

Harry, you've been talking about what your wand did, said Hermione, but you let it happen. Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own powers?

Because I know it's not me! Voldemort knows it too, Hermione. We both know what's going on. They both stared at each other; Harry knew he hadn't convinced Hermione, and she was about to argue with him: not only To refute the claim he made about his wand, and the fact that he allowed himself to spy on Voldemort's mind. To Harry's comfort, at least Van Lin trusted him.

Let's not talk about this, Hermione! Fan Lin said, Maybe we can plan something else, for example, find out what the Ministry of Magic is looking for for Voldemort, and, Trevory entered the Ministry of Magic, this Gave me a bad feeling.

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

By this time they were back in the basement kitchen, where Kreacher offered them stew and honey biscuits.

Because I was chased and killed by him the day I rescued you, and he brought his clansmen to make me like this.

You never told us.

Because I never thought he would go to the Ministry of Magic! Fan Lin said, That's not a good place, it doesn't conform to the principles of vampires!

Principles? Something like that?

Well, I admit that this may not be appropriate, but vampires are like this. Why would a race that has been hiding from the world for hundreds of years help a younger black wizard?

Maybe it's because he's strong enough. Isn't the dark wizard always like this? Ron said, I think they are more direct.

That's why they are more cruel. Fan Lin said, Undisguised desire is often more terrifying, and, remember the news brought back by Mundungus, the Ministry of Magic is helping Voldemort find something, something interesting Yes, such as the bones of demons.

What does he want to do?

Who knows, but it's definitely not a good thing. Fan Lin said, We need to go to the Ministry of Magic to find out, by the way, Umbridge has re-employed, do you know?

What? Harry felt a wave of disgust for no reason. This is bad.

We still have a lot to do, Harry, especially in this situation...

...

They went to bed very late that night. Harry had now slept in Sirius' room. Lying in bed, he spent another ten minutes murmuring plans to himself as he traced the light of his wand over old photographs of his father, Sirius, Lupine, and Pettigrew.

Yet when he snuffed out his wand's light, he wasn't thinking of Polyjuice Potion or Stunning Flower Candy or the navy blue robes of the Department of Magical Maintenance and vampires, but of Gregorovitch, the wandmaker.

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

Dawn seemed to follow midnight with impolite impolite haste.

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