94 hp Diagon Alley

To our hit show: Friends of Potter. "

Lupine patted Fred on the shoulder, passed between the twins, and took the microphone in Kingsley's hand: "Thank you, Lao/Jiang."

"Veteran, do you still think Harry Potter is still alive, like every time you come on the show?"

"Yes," said Lupine firmly, "I have no doubt that if he dies, the Death Eaters will make a big announcement, because it will be a fatal blow to those who resist the new regime." The Boy' still symbolizes everything we fought for: the triumph of justice, the strength of purity, and the need to continue to resist."

"If Harry was listening, old man, what would you say to him?"

"I'd say to him: We're with you," said Lupine, then hesitated a little, "and to him: Follow your instincts, which are always good and almost always right. of."

"As usual, I'm going to ask, is there any new news that Harry Potter's friends have suffered because of their loyalty?" Lee said.

"Well, regular listeners will know that several outspoken supporters of Harry Potter's friends have been arrested and jailed, including Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler—" said Lupine. "We got word a few hours ago that Rubeus Hagrid—" Gwen gasped, barely hearing the rest of the sentence"—the famous gamekeeper at Hogwarts School, narrowly escaped The reason for the arrest was a rumor that he was hosting a 'Support Harry Potter' party at his home. However, Hagrid has not been taken into custody and we believe he is on the run."

"Why aren't we invited to this party?" Fred gestured to George.

"Because he was afraid that we couldn't help some incompetent 'professors' setting off firecrackers." George replied silently, and then was amused by himself.

"I guess it helps if you have a sixteen-foot half-brother when you're escaping Death Eaters?" Lee asked.

"There may be a slight advantage," Lupine replied gravely, "while we at Potterwatch appreciate Hagrid's spirit, allow me to add that even Harry's most loyal supporters must not learn Hagrid's approach. In the current climate, it would be unwise to have a 'Support Harry Potter' party."

"Indeed, old man," Lee said, "so I suggest you keep listening to Potterwatch to show your love for the man with the lightning scar! The wizard we like to call 'Death Eater Number One.' To dissect some of the wilder rumors about him, I'm going to introduce a new correspondent, the Rat."

Now it was Gwen's turn to laugh, and she said into George's ear, "Your brother's name is Rat, you can call him Racoon."

George retaliated by blowing into Gwen's ear too, tickling her. "I can give you a good codename, Robin."

"I'm not a mouse, never, I told you I want to be called Old Sword!" Fred angrily elbowed his buddy.

"Oh, that's all right. Old Jian, can you tell us what you think about the various stories about the number one Death Eater that are circulating outside?" Li gasped.

"Okay, old/Jiang." Fred said, "As long as the audience is not hiding at the bottom of the garden pond or something, you will know that the mystery man's strategy of continuing to hide in the dark is creating a little cute panic atmosphere .Please note that if all the people who claim to have seen him are telling the truth, there must be at least nineteen mysterious people around us."

"It certainly suits him," Kingsley said. "The atmosphere of mystery is more frightening than his presence."

"Agreed," said Fred, "so, my friends, let's try to keep our composure. Don't add fiction, it's bad enough. There's a new saying, for example, that being looked at by You-Know-Who kills you. That's a basilisk, listeners. An easy way to tell: check to see if the thing staring at you has feet. If it does, it's safe to look in its eyes, but if it's a You-Know-Who, it's still probably you last thing."

Everyone in the room laughed, a rare release from weeks of pent-up tension.Like the great Harry Potter said, the Weasley twins always bring laughter in the dark.

"Is there still a rumor that you often see him abroad?" Li asked.

"Who wouldn't want a little, nice vacation after a night of dread?" asked Fred. "The thing is, folks, don't think it's safe to think he's out of the country. He might be out of the country, Probably not, but the truth is he could run faster than Severus Snape to the shampoo if he wanted to, and don't expect him to be far, far away if he's planning any adventure. I never thought I'd hear myself say that, no matter what, safety first!"

"Thank you very much for your kind words, Lao Jian!" Li said, "Listen friends, it's time to say goodbye to everyone in this episode of Potterwatch. I don't know when it will be broadcast again, but please rest assured , we'll be back. Please turn the tuner often: next time the signal is 'Fox.' Stay safe and stay safe, everyone. Good night."

The tuning knob of the radio was turned, and the light on the panel went out.

Gwen and George kissed goodbye, and sent off the other main players of Potter's Lookout.She would love to spend more time with her boyfriend, but the longer they leave the safe house, the more likely they are to be caught by a nasty raid party.

Not to mention that Gwen's temples were starting to ache again - although it had happened from time to time since Voldemort took control of the Ministry of Magic - but tonight the electrical current from her temples was bothering her.

The distant forest.

"Not bad?" Ron asked happily.

"It's wonderful," said Harry.

"They're brave," Hermione admired. "If they're discovered..."

"They change places a lot, don't they?" said Ron. "Just like us."

"But did you hear what Fred said?" Harry asked excitedly, and after the broadcast ended, his mind returned to the obsessive thought, "He's abroad! He's still looking for the wand, I I knew it was! I saw it!"

"Harry—"

"Why, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol—"

"Harry, don't say that!"

"—Old Demon is looking for the Elder Wand!"

"That name is taboo!" roared Ron, jumping to his feet, and there was a deafening bang outside the tent, "I told you, Harry, I told you, don't say it anymore - we have to hurry Repair the protective magic - quick - that's how they found out -"

Ron stopped abruptly, and Harry knew why.The looking glass on the table lights up and begins to spin.They heard voices coming closer: rude, excited voices.Ron took out the Deluminator from his pocket and pressed it, and the light went out.

"Raise your hands and come out!" came a piercing voice from the night, "We know you are inside! There are six or seven wands pointed at you, and we don't care who the spell hits!"

Harry glanced at his two companions, only silhouettes in the darkness.He saw Hermione's wand pointing in his face, not out.With a bang, a white light burst, and he bent down in pain, unable to open his eyes, feeling that the face covered with his hands was rapidly expanding, and at this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps had surrounded him.

"Get up, vermin!"

Unfamiliar hands pulled Harry roughly from the ground.Before he could stop him, someone had searched his pockets and taken the blackthorn wand.Harry clutched his aching cheek, feeling the face under his fingers unrecognizable, tight and puffy, like a severe allergic reaction.There was only a slit left in his eyes, and he could barely see outside.The glasses fell off as he was pushed out of the tent, and he could only vaguely see four or five figures wrestling with Ron and Hermione.

"Don't - touch - her!" Ron yelled.Then there was the distinct sound of fists hitting the body, Ron snorted in pain, and Hermione screamed, "No! Don't hit him, don't hit him!"

"If your boyfriend's name is on my list, he will be even worse." A harsh, eerily familiar voice said, "Spicy little girl... what a delicious meal... I like tender meat best ..."

Harry felt nauseous in his stomach.He knew who it was: Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf hired for his brutality and allowed to wear Death Eater robes.

"Search the tent!" said another voice.

Harry was thrown face down on the ground.A muffled sound told him that Ron had been thrown aside as well.They heard footsteps and crashes, and chairs were overturned by men searching the tent.

"Okay, let's see who we've caught." Greyback's triumphant voice came from overhead, and Harry was turned over.A wand's light fell on his face, and Greyback laughed.

"Looks like I'll have to have butterbeer to swallow this. What's the matter with you, ugly?"

"Stung," Harry muttered, "Stung."

"Yes, it looks like it," said another voice.

"What's your name?" Greyback growled.

"Dudley," said Harry.

"full name?"

"I—Vernon. Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list, Scabio