HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 News

That night, the three of them finally finished all the sanitation, and the whole house looked clean and tidy. Hermione gathered the garbage in each room into a huge garbage bag, which was her ' found in the hut'.

The master bedroom on the second floor was assigned to Hermione. In fact, Hermione and Ginny lived in this room when they first came to the house during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, and Harry and Ron lived in the third floor. The high-ceilinged room also has a bathroom, toilet, which is also the same as before, two beds, a wardrobe and a blank portrait.

"Oh, I know who this painting belongs to, Phineas Nigellus, Gewartz's former headmaster, Sirius' great-great-grandfather." Harry stood by the window in the room and gave Ron and Hermione explain.In this room the entrance can be seen through the windows.

The next day, the three of them dug out some black magic books that Ann had given them, "The Past and Present of Black Magic", "Exploration of Black Magic", "Black Magic You Don't Know", "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic". The three discussed the book for a day, during which Hermione corrected many mistakes of Harry and Ron.

"I don't understand why it's written so clearly in the book, but you still don't understand?" These were Hermione's exact words during dinner.Both Ron and Harry felt like they were back in time when they asked Hermione practice questions on the eve of exams.

On the third day, when they were researching the information on Godric's Hollow given by Ann, they found that two people wearing cloaks appeared in the square outside Gate 12, and stayed until night, staring at the house they could not see. .

"It must be the Death Eaters," said Ron, peering out of the living room window with Harry and Hermione. "Do you think they know we're here?"

"Certainly not," said Hermione. "If they knew, they would have sent someone in to get us. They should just be watching, yes, they might be watching everything that has anything to do with Harry, after all, they know Harry owns the house."

"How did they—" Harry asked.

"Wizards' wills are inspected by the Ministry, remember? Now that they've taken over the Ministry, they'll know that Sirius left you the house."

"We're not going out anyway, so there's nothing to worry about." Ron said carelessly, and sat back in his seat. "Shall we continue our discussion?"

"Well, if there is danger here, Ann will definitely notify us in advance." Hermione also returned to her place.

Harry took another look at the Death Eaters outside, tightened his wand in his pocket, and finally returned to his position.

During the day, the three of them discussed the information and waited for Ann or Kreacher to come. At night, Hermione studied the book Dumbledore left her, Harry and Ron played chess, and occasionally they also played Quidditch dolls and discussed Quidditch. strange.

On the fifth day, the three of them had just had lunch, and less than 10 minutes after they sat down in the living room, a silver patron saint passed through the window and landed on the floor in front of them. It was Ann's little fox patron saint, the little fox Zhang Speaking, Ann's tired voice sounded.

"I am coming now."

Hermione jumped from the armchair first and ran down the stairs with a face full of joy, her handbag forgotten beside the armchair.Harry and Ron looked at each other, and hurried downstairs following Hermione's footsteps.

Hermione came down the stairs quickly and hurriedly, waking up the portrait of Mrs. Black again, and the curtain was thrown back immediately, and the woman screamed: "Mudblood, filth, staining my house—"

Harry followed him a few steps, waved his wand and pointed at Mrs. Black. With a bang, the curtains were drawn shut, and the room fell silent.

There was a loud crash of metal and a rattling sound like a chain.Hermione opened the door, and outside stood Ann in a gray robe. She had just taken off her earrings.

Stepping through the door, before the door closed, Hermione threw herself into Ann's arms.

"install--"

Taking off the ring, putting it and earrings into her pocket, Ann kissed Hermione on the forehead, and asked Harry, her voice was hoarse and exhausted, "Are you all right?"

"We're fine, it's just—"

"It's fine," said Ann, who Hermione was looking up worriedly at Ann.

"I'm fine." With a forced smile, "I'm just too tired. Is there a place to sleep? Can I sleep for a while? I haven't slept for less than 12 hours in the past few days."

"Yes." Hermione said immediately.Ron and Harry standing in the corridor immediately stood against the wall, letting Hermione lead Ann to the second floor.Hermione, who walked past the two, didn't seem to see Ron and Harry the whole time.

Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"Do you think we're going up to the second floor now?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head, "Shall we go to the kitchen? See if Kreacher is back?"

"Well, great idea!"

Hermione dragged An up to the second floor and walked straight to her room.Waving the wand with one hand and clicking, the door opened directly.Ann took off the gray robe and backpack and handed them to Hermione. Hermione took them, turned around and hung them on the coat rack by the door, "Ann? Would you like some water and something to eat before going to bed—"

Hermione turned around and fell silent.An's head resting on a pillow, wearing glasses, reclining, stomach covered with a corner of the blanket, feet dangling over the edge of the bed, and fell asleep without taking off his boots.

Distressed.Tears filled Hermione's eyes in an instant.

Hermione walked to the bed with a gentle movement, and gently took off the glasses on Ann's face. After taking them off, she saw that there was a faint blue-black under the closed eyes.

Pursing her lips tightly, Hermione put her glasses on the bedside table, went to the bed and took off Ann's boots.

Covering Ann with the blanket, Hermione quietly exited the room.Picking up her handbag, Hermione went down to the first floor and came to the kitchen in the basement.Harry and Ron were sitting chatting when they saw Hermione come in and they both stood up.

"How?" Harry asked.

"Ann fell asleep." Hermione said, taking out chess, drinks, snacks and Quidditch dolls from her handbag, "You two can play here all afternoon. Or read a book." Hermione said again Taking out those books on black magic, "In short——"

"Don't go up to the second floor and don't make a lot of noise, right?" Ron had a guessed expression, "Don't worry, we won't go up and disturb you."

Hermione nodded.

"I want to see the information on Godric's Hollow," said Harry.

Hermione left another part of the information.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Hermione drew the curtains tightly, opened the door, and sat on the armchair in the living room, facing the room.It was almost like reading a few lines of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" and looking up at the situation in the bedroom.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ann woke up once in a daze, and Hermione had been prepared to deliver water and a small bowl of warm oatmeal in time.

Dazedly regaining consciousness, An hugged the blanket and rolled around before narrowing her eyes, raised her hand and looked at her watch, 36:12?Sitting up abruptly, Ann lay back down again, and it was only then that she realized that she was at [-] Grimmauld Place, not in some unknown small hotel in London dealing with the Order of the Phoenix's chores.

The room was dark, with only a little light coming in through the crack of the door.As her eyes adapted to the darkness, Ann turned her head and found a bottle of water on the bedside table.

Did he wake up in a daze before?Have something to eat?Ann rubbed her stomach and sat up, reaching for the water.Unscrewed, Gulu Gulu drank the water in the bottle in one go, and An Chang let out a long breath.

So hungry, where's Hermione?

Ann rubbed her stomach and got out of bed, put on her boots, and took out a wand from the pocket of her robe on the coat rack. Ann pushed open the door, and there was no one in the living room, only a dimly lit gas lamp was on. , There is a low square table in the middle of the living room, covered with parchments and maps full of words.

There were rustling voices downstairs, Ann rubbed her hair, yawned, and went downstairs holding her wand.

In the brightly lit basement kitchen, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were discussing materials that filled half the table.As soon as Ann appeared at the door, Hermione exclaimed, dropped the quill in her hand, and hugged Ann.

"Ann? Are you awake? How are you feeling?" Hermione asked concerned.

"Much better," Ann said, her voice hoarse but more energetic than at noon.

"Are you guys discussing the information? You're working hard! Is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry." Ann walked to the dining table with Hermione in her arms.

"I left a copy for you!" said Hermione, "I'll get it, you sit down."

Ann smiled and pecked Hermione's lips before letting go of Hermione.

Pulling away the chair next to Hermione and sitting down, Harry and Ron had already moved the documents away.

"Have you planned the time and route to Godric's Hollow?" Ann asked.

"Not yet," said Harry, "but we have found a clue to a Horcrux."

"Oh?" Ann asked in surprise, "Which one?"

"You remember that fake locket that Dumbledore took me to? We know who RAB is! Regulus Arcturus Black! Sirius' brother!"

Ann signaled the other party to continue talking, reached out to take the dinner plate that Hermione handed over, forked a piece of fish and delivered it to her mouth.

"...Kreacher said the Dark Lord wanted an elf...."

"I don't want to eat this." "Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll get you...."

"..... Regulus took out a locket from his pocket, the fake one, and told Kreacher to hold it..."

"Drink the green bean soup before I get you the canned chicken!"

After Harry finished speaking and Ann finished eating, she wiped her mouth with a napkin contentedly, and Ann said, "Very good, at least it's a good start, right? Well, let's go upstairs. I think you must be very happy too." Curious about the current situation outside."

In the living room, Hermione lit all the gas lamps, as well as a single chandelier in the very center of the ceiling.This makes the living room suddenly bright and warm.

Ann took the backpack out of the bedroom.

"When I came here, I found two Death Eaters in the square. When did they arrive?" Ann asked as he opened his backpack.

"Our third day here," Hermione replied.

"Oh, don't worry, they didn't find this place. It's just a routine monitoring. The Death Eaters have set up guards in all places that have contact with Harry. There are two shifts, 24 hours. I have to say that they are quite patient. Ha."

"We're not worried, it's about the same as Hermione's speculation," said Ron.

Ann looked at Hermione and smiled at Hermione.

"After you left, a group of people in black robes appeared near the wedding tent. Fortunately, with Kingsley's reminder, most of the guests left. But they didn't make things difficult for anyone, and the remaining guests were only questioned. Harry's whereabouts."

"Are those people Death Eaters or the Ministry?" Harry asked.

"Both. Actually, they're the same thing now," said Ann. "There were a dozen of them, but they didn't know you were there. I want you to know, Harry, that they were killing Scrimgeour that night." Before, he was tortured to ask you about your whereabouts, but he didn't tell you about your whereabouts."

The expressions of the three of them were similar for a moment, shocked and grateful.

"The Death Eaters scoured the Burrow," Ann went on. "They found the ghoul impersonating Ron, but they didn't dare go near. Then they interrogated the rest of the guests. They wanted news of you. Harry, but of course, no one except the inner circle of the Order of the Phoenix knows you've been there."

"While disrupting the wedding, more Death Eaters broke into every family in the country they knew to have ties to the Order," Ann said. "Don't worry, no one was hurt. It's just that the Tonks got burned." , the news that Lupine is a werewolf has also been exposed."

Ann rubbed her temples depressedly, thinking of this made her upset, almost half of the inner members of the Order of the Phoenix were exposed. "I relocated Lupine and the Tonks family, but it was discovered again shortly thereafter, and of course, it wasn't burned, it was just closely monitored like every other home they knew of the Order of the Phoenix. stand up."

"But how do they know?" Ron asked.

"This is the official power of the Ministry of Magic!" An said, "The reason why I asked the Minister of Magic to cooperate with me before is because the Ministry of Magic belongs to the official power, and it is not difficult to find a person who is known and has an identity within the borders of the country." "The Death Eaters now have the entire Ministry of Magic behind them, they can use brutal magic, they can interrogate people with a search warrant, they can track people down without fear of being discovered and arrested."

"But they need an excuse too!" said Hermione, "otherwise the Department of Magical Law Enforcement wouldn't have passed the search warrant!"

"A very sharp question." An said with a wry smile, "Let's see, anyway, I'm going to tell you about it."

Ann placed several copies of the "Daily Prophet" on the coffee table and pointed to the headline on one of them.

A large photograph of Harry filled the front page.Several large characters stand out on the photo:

Wanted for Albus Dumbledore's death

Ron and Hermione howled angrily, but Harry said nothing.He pushed the newspaper aside, not wanting to read any more.He knew what the inside would say.No one knows who killed Dumbledore except those who were at the top of the tower at the time, and Rita Skeeter has told the wizarding world that Harry was seen fleeing shortly after Dumbledore fell on site.

"So the Death Eaters also control the Daily Prophet?" Hermione asked angrily.

Ann nodded. "Sorry, Harry, I didn't think of that before."

Harry shook his head.

"But people should know what's going on?" said Ron.

"The coup d'état was smooth, fast, and almost silent," Ann sighed. "The Order of the Phoenix's information gathering had hardly any indication before this. And the official news that Scrimgeour was killed was that he had resigned to replace him." It was Piers Thicknesse (formerly Director of Law Enforcement), who was enchanted."

"Why didn't Voldemort call himself Minister for Magic?" Ron asked.

Ann smiled.

"Is it necessary?" Ann said. "He is the de facto minister now, why should he sit stupidly behind the minister's desk? His puppet Thicknesse handles the daily affairs, allowing him to extend his influence beyond the Ministry of Magic." Besides. His ambition is not the Ministry of Magic, but the entire wizarding world. And the wizarding world is not black and white, there are still many gray areas."

"Besides," Ann changed her sitting position, "Many people have speculated about the situation in the past few days. After all, the Ministry of Magic's policies have changed too much in the past few days. They privately said that the mysterious person must be instigating behind the scenes. But the problem is , They just said in private that they dare not talk to each other because they don’t know who they can trust. They also dare not speak freely, for fear that if the suspected situation is true, the family members will be persecuted. You see, his move is very clever. Announcing a usurpation may invite open defiance, hiding behind the scenes can create confusion, suspicion and fear."

"Significant changes in Ministry policy," said Harry, "involving making the wizarding world wary of me instead of Voldemort?"

"I think that's really part of it," Ann said. "It's a trick. After Dumbledore's death, you—the Boy Who Lived—must be a symbol and a rallying cry against You-Know-Who. And through By implying that you had something to do with the death of the old hero, the Mysterious Man can not only offer a reward for your capture, but also sow seeds of doubt and fear among many who might otherwise defend you."

Ann smiled again, "Do you know how much money he paid to arrest you?"

Harry shook his head.Ron quickly found a huge number in the newspaper. He pointed at the number and opened his mouth in surprise, "One? Ten thousand Galleons?"

"That's just the price of your news," Ann said. "If you can be caught in the Ministry of Magic, you will be rewarded fifty thousand Galleons, plus a position in the Ministry of Magic."

Ron swallowed.Hermione glared at Ron.

"Now you should know how dangerous your situation is?" Ann said, "Not every wizard is bright, right and great. Fifty thousand Galleons plus a position in the Ministry of Magic can drive a wizard who has been living at the bottom of the magic world crazy." , as far as I know, there are already quite a few wizards who have spontaneously set up a search team just to catch you."

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the three of them.

"Oh, what's even more ironic is that the money was paid by the International Department of Magical Cooperation." An raised his eyebrows with a puzzled expression, "You may not be very clear about the departmental structure of the Ministry of Magic. The above are all collected by the Department of International Magical Cooperation, which is almost equivalent to two-thirds of the Ministry of Magic's treasury. The entire Ministry of Magic does not have a dedicated treasury, and this time, the minister raised the tax by five percentage points."

Hermione looked at Ann worriedly, and asked, "Ann, what about your aunt?"

Ann shook her head, "I'm not very worried about her personal safety, after all, our family's value is still there. It's just that she must not be in a good mood these days. Forget it, let's get far."

Ann fiddled with a newspaper on the coffee table, "He is very smart, and his actions are more than that. You see, this is the report the day before yesterday, and the Ministry of Magic has begun to investigate the descendants of Muggles."

Hermione flipped open the newspaper with a very disgusted expression on her face.

"'Muggle-born registration,'" she read. "'The Ministry of Magic is conducting an investigation into so-called 'Muggle-borns' to see how they come to possess magical secrets.'"

"'The latest research from the Department of Mysteries shows that magic can only be inherited through wizarding birth. So, without proven wizarding blood, so-called Muggle-borns may acquire magical abilities through theft or violence.' "

"'The Ministry of Magic is determined to eradicate these appropriators of magical powers, and to this end invites every so-called Muggle-born to be interviewed by the newly appointed Muggle-Born Registration Commission.'"

"People won't let that happen," said Ron.

"Whatever you think," Ann said, "it's already happening. Muggle-borns are being caught as we speak."

"But how can they 'steal' magic?" asked Ron. "What a madman. If they could steal magic, there wouldn't be any Squibs, would there?"

An sneered, "What those in power want, they don't care what you think."

"In short, you must prove that you have at least one close relative of wizard blood, otherwise you will be considered to have acquired magical abilities illegally and will be punished."

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione.

Hermione gave a quavering laugh.

"I guess it doesn't matter anymore, because we're on the run with the nation's most wanted man, Harry Potter," said Hermione, trying to look optimistic, "Harry's worth fifty thousand Galleons and a— —”

Ann got up and walked to the single armchair where Hermione was sitting, kissed Hermione on the cheek, and the princess hugged Hermione, Hermione's ears turned red, "Ann? What are you doing?"

Both Harry and Ron froze.

He picked up Hermione, sat down on the armchair Hermione was sitting on just now, let Hermione sit on his lap, and said with a smirk, "I was sitting uncomfortable just now, but it's much better now. My dear girlfriend, do you think I Is it possible for someone to take you away?"

"If that's the case, I've been busy these two days." An said with a smile, and tapped the backpack with her magic wand, and three file bags flew out of the opened backpack and landed on the coffee table.

"You take the yellow one, Harry's beige, Ron's red."

The three of them took the file bag suspiciously.

"Open."

The three of them opened it, and there were two pieces of paper and two small bottles of medicine inside.

Hermione took out three things, "This is? A blood certificate?"

"These are three identities." An said, "a blood certificate, a family tree introduction, and a wizard's basic growth experience introduction. The small bottle of potion contains the transformation potion, and one bottle lasts for two hours."

"Wow, that's amazing!" said Ron beaming.

"But?" said Harry, "if we're pretending to be them, what will happen to the three wizards if we're found out?"

Ann curled her lips, "When you really need this, you still have time to think about others? The first thing you have to think about is, if you encounter any situation outside, you should escape within at least two hours, okay?"

Seeing that Harry was still insistent, An felt a burst of anger for no reason.

"Why is there only four hours of potion, use your brain to think about it! This is just a temporary aid, this is a fake blood certificate! But it is the same as the real one! The hair in the shape-changing potion is three Southern Europeans on a short trip to the UK."

"More than half of the inner members of the Order of the Phoenix have been exposed, and the outer members are composed of various half-blood wizards, Muggle wizards, and Muggles. I found a retired Ministry of Magic official. He used to make family trees and various documents for the Ministry of Magic. It’s a kind of certificate. He knows almost all the formats of Ministry of Magic documents, and if I get a real one, he can make fake ones in batches, and he can also help you change your family tree.”

"Hey, I won't talk about it, it's getting more and more annoying." Ann seemed to be annoyed, "Anyway, let me remind you again, after you go out, you must be vigilant at all times and run away if you can? The Order of the Phoenix is ​​basically paralyzed now. , has entered the A-level alert state, and I can help some Muggle wizards, inquire about the black market, wizard gathering places and all over the country, the first task is self-protection. "

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, clutching his paper bag.

"Don't tell me you're sorry." Anlu said irritably, "You just have to be responsible to yourself."

Hermione tightened her arms around Ann's neck, and comforted, "Ann—"

Taking a deep breath, Ann let it out slowly.

"There have been too many things recently," Ann said, "and I haven't had a good rest. I may be a little out of control emotionally. Sorry. Dumbledore said to believe in your courage and your ability, I believe it."

With the last sentence, Ron somehow felt that Ann was comforting herself.

"Do you have any questions?" Ann asked, trying to keep her tone calm.

Ron looked around, then raised his hand.

"Heh—" Ann was amused by Ron's movements and expressions, and Hermione also smiled. "You don't need to raise your hand, it's not a class, and you don't have to follow the 'Hagrid's Cabin Talking Rules (see Chapter 19 for details)', what do you want to ask?"

Harry smiled too, he still remembered the scene in Hagrid's cabin.

"I wanted to ask, what are the Ministry's plans for Hogwarts now?" Ron asked.

Ann frowned, and then said slowly, "Let me remind you, this is a very bad plan. Now it is stipulated that every young wizard must enroll. It was announced yesterday. This is a change, because it was never Mandatory. Of course, almost all wizards in Britain attended Hogwarts, but parents have the right to homeschool their children or study abroad. And now, You-Know-Who can place all wizards in his under surveillance. It is also one of the ways to weed out Muggle-borns, as students must hold a certificate of descent - showing that they have proved their wizarding blood to the Ministry of Magic - before they can be admitted to school."

All three showed expressions of anger and disgust.This means that at this moment, I don’t know how many 11-year-old children are happily flipping through Hogwarts notices and newly bought magic books, but they don’t know that they will never see Hogwarts, or even never see Hogwarts. To his own family.

"Tell me something happy." Ann broke the silence. "Lupine and Tonks have a child. I found out the day before yesterday."

"Really?" "Really? That's great?" "Congratulations to them!" Almost all three of them expressed their blessings in surprise.

"I'll tell him all your blessings. He's not the vice president at the moment, which makes him quite depressed, but your blessings will definitely make him feel better. Besides, Hagrid , Moody, Kingsletto, I send you my greetings."

Harry smiled warmly, Ron had a similar expression, and Hermione pressed her head tightly against Ann's neck.

"And finally there's Mrs Weasley, who asked me to tell you, Harry, that she's always treated you like her son."

Harry's eyes were a little red, and he nodded emphatically.

"Ron."

Ron was taken aback.

"She asked me to tell you that you made her so proud."

Ron's face flushed red all of a sudden, and he smirked twice with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, let's stop talking tonight." Ann said, holding Hermione and standing up, and Hermione exclaimed. "Good night," Ann said to Harry and Ron.

Holding Hermione into the room, Ann kicked the door of the room shut.

Hermione's eye circles were also red, and she hugged Ann's neck tightly.An smiled and said, "What? Don't want to come down? My hands are sore."

This time Hermione blushed too.

But as soon as Ann put Hermione down, Hermione kissed Ann, a long kiss.

"Thank you, Ann," said Hermione, looking into Ann's eyes.

"for what?"

"For all this."

Ann laughed happily, and tightened Hermione's waist, "I accept. However, today, you should still say 'thank you' to two people."

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Ann, you mean?"

"That's right." An Lou led Hermione to the coat rack, and took out a black mobile phone from the pocket of her gray robe, "Father's Day on the 17th, you missed it, they are a little worried."

Hermione took the phone, and An yawned again, "I'm so sleepy, you call first, and I'll take a shower?"

Hermione had just hung up the phone when Ann came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, brushing her hair.

Hermione happily walked up to Ann with a smile, took the towel from Ann's hand, and helped Ann to dry her hair.

"They just woke up," said Hermione happily. "They are going out today to hang out with new friends. They are a British couple who have lived in China for five years. They are English professors at the university and they met when they saw the dentist. ..."

"That's great. There have always been many foreigners living in Guangzhou, and it's very convenient for them to drive to other places." Ann sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Hermione's waist, "Did they say where to go?"

"Yes, but I don't remember the full street names, but they say they are all old streets with ancient history."

"I probably know," Ann said, "Those old streets not only have a history, but also have a lot of delicious food."

"They also said this, and the couple also said that there will be a lot of delicious food. They are willing to be their tour guide..."

"Hmm... your hair should be dry." Ann grabbed Hermione's hand and said with a smile, "The rest of the spell can be done, you can go take a shower."

By the time Hermione came out of the shower, Ann had already covered herself with a blanket and looked asleep.The movement suddenly slowed down a lot, and Hermione quietly went around to the other side of the bed, swung her wand and turned off the old-fashioned gas lamp in the room.

But as soon as she lay down, Hermione was surrounded by a warm hug.

Holding Ann's hand, Hermione asked softly, "Are you going out tomorrow?"

"Well—" An whispered, with a lazy voice, "But I will come back to eat at night, and I will bring you delicious food on the way."

"it is good."

"Well, sleep—"

The author has something to say:

There is only one chapter today, and after a few days of double-updates, I am not so passionate.laugh~

I recently wrote an article and wrote a sentence: In fact, each character has its own characteristics, it is not that bad, and there are no unnecessary characters.

By the way, this year's Father's Day is coming soon, it should be June 6th.

Everyone remember to call home.Well, good night.