Together [HP]

Jacqueline could feel herself standing in a very old house, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps were lit on the wall, casting a dangling, unreal light in the long, gloomy hall. Peeling wallpaper and burnished rugs.A cobweb chandelier shimmered overhead, and age-blackened portraits hung crookedly on the walls.

She could hear something hurrying behind the skirting boards.Both the chandelier and the chandelier on a rickety table nearby are made in the shape of large snakes.

In front of her, Harry Potter was creeping cautiously across two long, bug-ridden curtains, around what looked to be a large umbrella stand made from a broken leg of a troll, and Up the dark staircase, a row of crumpled heads gathered on a plaque on the side wall.On closer inspection, she saw that they were the heads of house-elfs.They both had the same big ugly nose.

When the house-elves are too old to work, cut off their heads and hang them on the wall.Jacqueline frowned dissatisfiedly, this is the habit of many ancient families.In a sense, Granger was a little bit useful in building that SPEW.

She wanted to take a closer look, but she found that the scene behind her slowly began to turn into a milky white, just like the ancient rune classroom she saw in Yuna's memory.She glanced ahead; Harry was already up the stairs.

Jacqueline quickly followed Harry up. "You're on the second door on the right. I'll call you when it's finished." Immediately, a fat lady came down the stairs. It was Mrs. Weasley.

meeting?Jacqueline watched Mrs. Weasley walk up the stairs, and for a moment she wanted to follow Mrs. Weasley down to see what meeting she was talking about.But that wasn't possible, she wasn't in Mrs Weasley's memory.

Jacqueline watched as Harry walked across the dimly lit landing, and he turned the bedroom doorknob in the shape of a snake's head to open it.It was a dimly lit room with a high ceiling and two single beds side by side.Soon she heard a piercing creaking sound, and then a sharper scream, and then Jacqueline felt her body go cold, and a figure passed through her body, and then her vision was blocked by a big A pile of shaggy, tousled hair completely blocks it.

Jacqueline took a quick step aside, and she saw Hermione jump on top of Harry, nearly knocking him onto his back, and Ron's little owl, Piggy, excitedly rolled over their heads. Fly around and around.

"Harry! Ron, here he comes, here comes Harry! We didn't hear you come in! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Are you mad at us? You must be. I know we Your letters are useless nonsense. But we can't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear to say nothing..."

"Jacquiline." Yuna's voice sounded beside Jacqueline, Jacqueline turned her head, and Yuna stood beside her, "You should let go, don't delay too long." Jacqueline turned to You Na nodded, she let go of her hand, and Harry stood in front of her, looking at her very puzzled.

"Do you have any questions, Jacqueline," he asked again.

The corners of Jacqueline's mouth curved slightly, she took Harry's hand again, and pulled him towards her, "The wound on Granger's hand looks like it was pecked by an owl, Potter." She whispered in Harry's ear He whispered softly, "Say hello to her for me."

Jacqueline patted Harry on the shoulder and stood aside.

"You should go in, Potter." Yuna nodded to Arthur and Jacqueline. "If you don't want to wait here, Jacqueline, go up and find your godfather. It won't take long." She twisted the handle and walked in.Harry gave Arthur a worried look, and followed Yuna.The heavy door closed before them.

Arthur wrung his hands nervously, "He'll be fine, right." He looked at Jacqueline and asked.

A tall figure walked up to them, and Dumbledore was watching them from above his half-moon spectacles. "Are you asking her, Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes, that's right." Mr. Weasley clapped his hands suddenly. He relaxed after seeing Dumbledore, and he said to himself, "I asked a stupid question. How could you You know? But I guess it's okay, after all..."

"I'm not sure, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore gave them a friendly smile. "Can you stay with Mrs. Figg for a while? It won't be long, she's our witness."

"Of course, Headmaster." Mr. Weasley bowed quickly.Dumbledore strode in.

"Mr. Weasley, I have a question. Is the club formed by the principal not allowed to use owls? Because Grandpa Aberforth said that the address of that place is kept secret. So, I am very curious about you guys How do you communicate with each other?"

"No, we can use owls." Arthur said, puffing his feet and looking towards the closed door, as if doing so would allow him to see what was going on inside. "I saw Ron and Hermione writing to Harry. Hey, why are they still..."

The door in front of them was opened again, and Mr. Weasley looked in very excitedly at first, but when he saw who it was, he clenched his hands together and his face contorted.

"Who are Dumbledore's witnesses?" Percy asked loudly. Although he knew two of the three people standing before him, he seemed to ignore them. "Who are Dumbledore's witnesses?"

Mrs. Figg raised her hand tremblingly behind Mr. Weasley, "I, I am, sir."

"Come with me," said Percy loudly, and slammed the door shut in Mr. Weasley's face.

Jacqueline glanced at the door, then at Mr. Weasley, and closed her mouth wisely.It's been less than four months since You-Know-Who's back, and the Ministry of Magic is in disarray. Do we really have a chance of defeating him?Can I really succeed?

They didn't have to wait long before the door opened again.It was Mrs. Figg, alone, shuffling.

"I did my best." Her voice trembled, "I did my best."

"Is there really a dementor there?" Jacqueline frowned at her. "In the Muggle world?"

"Yes, two." Mrs. Figg's voice trailed off. "It's two."

"If you don't mind, you can wait here." Mr. Weasley said, "We can wait for the result together."

"Yes, yes." Mrs. Figg stared blankly ahead, "Dumbledore said he would take me back, oh, I'm really not used to this place."

Jacqueline was surprised by her words, "I'm sorry, but why?"

"I'm a Squib, lady," said Mrs. Figg softly. "I'm more used to the Muggle world."

Jacqueline was slightly taken aback, and then she bowed, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Figg. I apologize for my rudeness first, but can you really see it, Dementor?"

Mrs. Figg looked a little angry and a little disappointed. "We just can't work magic, lady."

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a dementor before this?"

Mrs. Figg looked annoyed. "Do you think I'm making up a lie based on previous experience?"

"Then I doubt if you can hide it from my mother, but no, what I actually want to ask is, if you have seen it before, do you think it is any different from the previous one?"

"I didn't know that Dementors were different." Dumbledore's amused voice sounded behind them, and Jacqueline turned his head, Dumbledore was looking at them with a smile on his face. "But it's a good idea, Miss Graham. Come on, Mrs. Figg, let me send you back. Oh, and," Dumbledore winked at Jacqueline, "Congratulations, Jacqueline .although I probably shouldn't have revealed it first," he said, and disappeared clutching Mrs. Figg's hand.

Soon Harry came out almost at a trot. He unscrewed the door and almost bumped into Mr. Weasley who was standing outside.Mr. Weasley was pale and looked alarmed.

"Dumbledore didn't say..."

"Clarified," Harry said, closing the door behind his back, "all charges are dismissed."

Mr. Weasley smiled instantly, and grabbed Harry by both shoulders. "Harry, that's wonderful! Actually, of course, they can't convict you, you have witnesses, but I still can't pretend I don't-"

Mr. Weasley paused, as the courtroom door opened again, and the members of the Wizengamot filed out. "My God!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley in surprise, pulling Harry aside to let them pass. "Are they formally trying you?"

"I think so," Harry said softly.

A wizard or two nodded to Harry as they passed, and a few said "Good morning, Arthur," to Mr. Weasley, but most looked away.Connelly and the toad-like witch were almost the last to leave the dark room.Fudge only thought Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, but he said hello to Jacqueline.And the witch looked at Harry again with an almost scrutinizing look as she walked by.

The last to go was Percy, who, like Fudge, was completely oblivious to the presence of his father and Harry.Clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills, he strode over with his back straight and his nostrils up.The lines around Mr. Weasley's mouth tightened, but otherwise he gave no sign of having seen his third son.