HP solves the mystery

From the moment he saw the three people who broke into the house, Frank knew that his whereabouts had been leaked.

The conversation was certainly not pleasant, not to mention that the three Death Eaters who came were talking about exchanging their sons for promotions in the Ministry of Magic.

As red and green light flashed across the room, there were bleeding wounds on both sides.

Regulus looked at the four people who were fighting equally and sighed. How could a good peace talk turn into a melee? He glanced at the time on the wall. After a while, the nearby Aurors would arrive and they would have to evacuate.

"If necessary, withdraw." Regulus shouted in a low voice and threw a blazing fire at Frank Longbottom.

The spell was dodged by Frank, but it hit the long curtain on the side. Suddenly the flames spread to the blanket, and then the whole room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

Bella was still frantically attacking the other side, but was forcefully pulled away by Lucius. They were here to negotiate a deal, not to kill anyone.

When the Longbottoms saw the fire spreading towards the back room, they gave up chasing the three Death Eaters and concentrated on putting out the fire.

Voldemort was not surprised by the failure of the three men, and almost laughed out loud when he saw their miserable appearance.

"My lord, we are going to Longbottom's house this time. I'm really sorry for not completing the mission you assigned." Lucius covered his injured right arm with regret on his face.

Bella was a little indignant, but after being glared at by Regulus, she remained silent.

Voldemort saw the two people's little actions and felt a little disgusted in his heart.

"Okay," Voldemort waved his hand and said gently, "Duoduo, take them to the potion room to get the potion."

With a bang, the house elf Duoduo appeared. It bowed deeply to Voldemort before leading the three of them to the potions room.

Voldemort was sitting in the garden, basking in the not-so-warm sun, exuding an aura of loneliness.

I don’t know where the Daily Prophet got the news. The next day, it published the news about the attack on the Longbottom family. Litsky also analyzed the purpose of the Death Eaters and told whether the Longbottom children were the children of the prophecy. Should they hand over the Son of Prophecy to quell this predictable killing?

Some of the people who saw the newspaper were panic-stricken and feared being killed by Death Eaters, so they found a hidden place to hide. Others looked angry and asked the Ministry of Magic to strengthen the protection of the Longbottoms. If it was true, If he is the son of prophecy, then let him destroy 'him'.

"It's ridiculous! It's so ridiculous! Does Litsky know what she's talking about! The newspaper can still publish her nonsense."

In the coffee shop, Ms. Brown's face was full of anger after reading the morning paper. She banged the table as she was obviously very angry.

Upon hearing this, Severus took the newspaper and glanced at it. Litsky was making explosive remarks again, and even asked the Longbottoms to hand over the child. Anyway, the child could still be born again.

He didn't know what to think for a while, so he could only tell Ms. Brown to work hard, and went to Hogsmeade alone to pick up the basilisk and take it home.

The basilisk had been playing in the Forbidden Forest for two months and had gone crazy. If the appointed time had not come, it would have crawled back to the kitchen of Hogwarts Castle for a big meal.

[Hiss, Severus, you finally came to me, I miss my bed and TV, I want to eat potato chips, Coke, roast duck...] The basilisk drooled and said, although it likes the Forbidden Forest, But I prefer TV and snacks from the Muggle world.

Severus stuffed the basilisk into his pocket, nodded to Bane the Centaur, then turned and left.

Baine, the centaur, stood not far from the Whomping Willow and stared at Severus's back, his face hidden in the shadows unclear.

As soon as Severus arrived at the door of the coffee shop, melodious piano music could be heard inside. He recognized that it was a fragment of "La Traviata" and knew that it was a nearby college student who was playing on the piano in the shop.

This piano was the same one he had just a few months ago when he was bored and wanted to pass the time. After Zhang Mingyuan found out about it, he sent him a second-hand piano and said it was the same model as the Queen.

So the piano was placed in the shop, acting as a backdrop.

Seeing that he came back empty-handed, Ms. Brown said helplessly, "Mr. Snape, I think you should get a new pet, otherwise you will be too lonely, and the snake is too cold and has to hibernate in winter. My dog ​​has given birth to several children." It's just a pup, do you want me to give you one?" Her pets are all fluffy, and her previous puppy even came to the store to pick her up.

"Well, I think it's okay." Severus patted the basilisk that was complaining in his pocket and declined her kindness. "That's it. I'll leave first." After that, he ran away with the packed pastries. On the way.

Ms. Brown behind her shook her head in amusement. Even though she acted calmly, she was still just a child under twenty years old.

May 1981, 5, today is a rare sunny day.

"James, are you really okay?" Lily folded her arms and looked at the boy who was sitting on the children's broomstick supported by Sirius, her eyes full of tenderness.

"It's okay, Lily," James said, but he was unsure at first, "Sirius is just a smoke bomb, no one can guess the real person, can he?"

Lily was silent, feeling a little uneasy thinking about the cloak Dumbledore had lent to study and the magic book he had given her.

James was confused by Lily's sudden silence. He picked up the passing cat and stuffed it into Lily's arms.

"Don't worry, there will always be a way to solve it, Dumbledore will help us." He comforted softly, and patted the cat's head, causing the cat to purr comfortably.

Listening to Harry's childish laughter, Lily missed her parents who were thousands of miles away for no reason, and looked a little depressed.

Seeing this, James stepped forward and hugged Lily, gently pressing a kiss on her forehead.

In the principal's office at Hogwarts Castle, Dumbledore was studying the invisibility cloak. Only a few of the portraits around him were napping, and the rest were chatting in other frames.

The Deathly Hallows are the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak.

His hands trembled as he stroked the silvery fabric that was like water. He now had the Elder Wand and the Cloak of Invisibility, and there was still one holy weapon left. He could...

At this time, Grindelwald relied on the opened transnational floo network and arrived at the principal's office at Hogwarts after several twists and turns.

As soon as he came out of the fireplace, Dumbledore was in a daze looking at a liquid-like, silver-gray thing.

"Albus, what is it that makes you ignore my arrival?" Gellert ignored Phoenix Fox's eager gaze and walked straight towards Dumbledore, placing the flower pot in his hand on the desk.

Dumbledore came back to his senses and hurriedly arranged the things in his hands, but it was too late. The other end of his cloak was grabbed by Grindelwald.

"Albus, what is this?" Grindelwald touched the soft fabric and asked himself. "This is the invisibility cloak, right? I didn't expect you to find it."

The person in the portrait narrowed his eyes and snored covertly, fearing that he would miss the gossip.

Grindelwald cast a spell to isolate the portrait so that the people above could neither hear nor see.

"Gellert, I never give up." Dumbledore sighed. When he was young, he wanted to resurrect his sister Ariana. However, as he grew older and experienced, he realized that if the person returned from hell, would it still be her? ?

Grindelwald sneered slightly and leaned against Dumbledore's desk.

"I thought you would be more sensible, but now you are talking about that lame prophecy? I know that the invisibility cloak belongs to the Potter family." He watched with satisfaction as Dumbledore's expression changed, and his mood became happy, "England's greatest Where is the white wizard..."

"The person who made the prophecy was the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney...and that person is not suitable for the current magical world..." Dumbledore defended himself. Maybe it was an accident at first, but what happened next He had to plan, and everything he did was for the entire magical world.

He used his own experience to conclude that in this society, education does not point to the future, but follows the past, so that magic culture can be better inherited; innovation and reform without reason will only push the magic world into another abyss.

"So?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and asked meaningfully, "In order to prevent the flower from blooming, did you prevent it from taking root and sprouting?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes, thinking of his brother Aberforth, who broke up with him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will return the Elder Wand to you."

Grindelwald almost laughed in anger at him. Did he come all the way to see him just to get the Elder Wand back?

"No need, let the great white wizard Mr. Dumbledore hold that thing!" Grindelwald took a deep breath with a stiff smile on his face.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were full of doubts. He touched the beard on his chin and hesitated slightly.

"Do you think, Tom..." he said vaguely, "does the wizarding world need innovation?"

"Guess!" Grindelwald said through gritted teeth, turned around, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. The next moment he disappeared into the principal's office, leaving Dumbledore and Phoenix Fawkes alone looking at each other.

Before he could figure out the reason, a figure appeared in the fireplace, and it was Grindelwald.

"I almost forgot, my flowers are still here." Grindelwald stepped out of the fireplace, retrieved the flower pot and disappeared.

In Voldemort's manor, Lucius stood in the garden in fear.

It was already September and his mission had not yet been completed. Both the Longbottoms and the Potters were on guard.

Before July, you could still see the old Potters at Potter Manor, but now you can no longer see them. Someone saw the two of them at St. Mungo's, and it was said that they were infected with dragon pox.

A reporter smelled the smell and went to report it, saying that someone deliberately poisoned it, specifically a certain platinum noble.

Lucius was dumbfounded when he read the tabloid. Although his father was infected with dragon pox, he was resting in the manor. When could he go out to poison him?

He originally wanted to explain to the twenty-eight families, but unexpectedly he received the news of the death of the old Potters. Now he is a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his suffering.

Even Orion secretly told Regulus to stay away from him for fear of being infected.

Lucius felt that he had been wronged, and he was so worried that his hair had turned a lot duller, and the dark circles under his eyes could not be cured even by the Glory Potion.

"It seems that things are troubling you." Voldemort looked at Lucius and the three of them and said calmly.

"My Lord, since the death of the old Potters, James Potter and the others have been very fierce in their resistance. Death Eaters will be attacked as soon as they get close... We lost their traces last week..." Lucius did not dare. You can only tell the truth without beating around the bush.

He wanted to find out the person who persecuted the Malfoy family's reputation, but the task assigned by Voldemort was equally important. He even personally led the Death Eaters to search for three days.

Voldemort nodded with interest. He endured the burning sensation in his soul and thought about the prophecy about the Son of Prophecy.

At this time, Regulus trotted in. Seeing Voldemort bowing his head in deep thought, he bit Lucius's ear.

Lucius's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked in a low voice whether the information was true. After receiving a confirmed reply, he instantly had a plan.

"Lord, there is the latest news about the Potters. They are in a safe house in Godric's Hollow...their secret keeper has surrendered to us..." Lucius saw Voldemort's questioning look and quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Haha, interesting, then I'm going to meet them." Voldemort chuckled and stood up, signaling Lucius to get ready.

Lucius understood and took Regulus away to find someone to form a team. Of course, they would also take the Secret Keeper who had joined the Death Eaters.

Lucius and his party all believed that Voldemort would pay more attention to the Longbottom family, who were also pure-bloods, so the surveillance on the Longbottom family was much tighter; the surveillance on the Potters was much looser, so much so that Karkaroff The message coming up has only been received now.

What Voldemort was thinking was completely different from what they knew. He himself was a mixed-race, so the Potter family who gave birth to a mixed-race child was more concerned about it, but Lucius and the others didn't know it.

Voldemort couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of the prophecy. Then every nerve in his body felt like it was torn apart and all the bones in his body exploded. He instantly lost control of his mind.

His eyes were abnormally red, his clothes were flying, and the magic power around him picked up debris on the ground and stirred up the blooming flowers in the garden. It was like a tornado, leaving nothing in its path unscathed.

On the evening of October 1981, 10, Sirius planned to ride his flying motorcycle to find Peter as agreed. They invited him to spend Halloween together and then went to a bar to celebrate his birthday.

He put on his helmet, said goodbye to the Potters, and drove towards the sun.

"James, I have an unknown feeling." Lily looked at Sirius's retreating back, her heart skipped a beat, and she frowned in discomfort.

James was watching little Harry playing with the cat. Hearing this, he pulled Lily into his arms and hugged her, patting her on the back.

"It's okay Lily, you have to believe... no one will guess it..." James said vaguely. He had full confidence in his friends and there was no way they would betray him.

Lily pursed her lips, broke away from her husband's arms, and carried little Harry back to the room.

Sirius rode his motorcycle over the top of the mountain. He opened his fingers and felt the howling wind. He couldn't help but let out a loud cry, shouting out all the depression in his heart.

Voldemort, who had just apparated nearby on the other side, was a little confused. Is this some new type of creature?

Lucius and others who followed were equally puzzled. They had never heard of magical animals living here.