94 hp Diagon Alley

Besides, you brought me good news about Harry and the children.Tell me, Alastor, what happened? "

Loud jeers came from a room downstairs, as if Dumbledore's pity could not be tolerated for a moment.

Mad-Eye's eyeballs rolled bonyly, and he clenched his wand tightly.But he opened his mouth after a while, deciding not to pay attention to yet another Dark Lord in this house for the time being. "Not all goblins accept the new regime," he sneered. "A few goblins who knew Bill opened a back door for us and ended up running with us. Cedric is putting them in Some safe house. They should be thankful that You-Know-Who killed all the goblins left at Gringotts just a few minutes ago."

Dumbledore shook his head, not intending to comment on the thousands of years of conflicts and struggles between goblins and wizards, "Where is Harry? Tell me what they did?"

"They took something from Lestrange's vault," Mad-Eye said, "and chopped it up with Gryffindor's sword."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Dumbledore sat up straight, staring at Moody and asked. "You saw them destroy it with your own eyes?"

"My own eyes and the magic eye saw it," said Moody sullenly, "but the goblin took the sword."

"Well..." Dumbledore leaned back on the pillow, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, "This is a little different from what I expected. I planned to let them keep the sword—but it's not a big deal. There's always another way."

"Are you still not going to tell me what they're doing?" Mad-Eye asked, coughing twice.

"No, Alastor." Dumbledore opened his blue eyes. "That was Harry's task, which he was destined to fulfill...his fate. And I don't want to keep all my secrets secret." In a basket, especially one that hangs on the enemy's arm a lot of the time." Then the old man looked up to the ceiling, as if counting something. "The diary, the locket, the ring, the gold cup...the snake is by his side—only Hogwarts remains, Alastor."

Mad-Eye saw that the old man who had been lying on the sickbed for almost a year was suddenly in good spirits, and his eyes looked at him as if they were on fire from behind the half-moon lenses.

"What did Ollivander bring me?" Dumbledore almost jumped off the bed, "Let's see."

Moody pulled a long, narrow cardboard box from his inside pocket and handed it to him.

Dumbledore held the wand in his hand, the golden and red dazzling light illuminated the entire attic, and Black's old house became bright and warm. "It never occurred to me," Dumbledore looked at the wand in his hand, "that at the end of my life I would still have Ollivander's fine wand. It reminds me of when I first entered school—only then It was Garrick's old father who sold me the wand."

"Don't feel nostalgic for the past, Dumbledore." Mad-Eye said impatiently, "What should I do next?"

"Forgive me, Alastor, I am getting old after all." Dumbledore squeezed his wand and felt carefully, "You have to contact Kingsley, Remus, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix—don't call Tonks, her little baby has just been born. I have a hunch we're all going back to Hogwarts."

Mad-Eye cracked his neck, making a clicking sound. "Finally, this day has come. As for Nymphadora, I'm afraid I can't stop her." After speaking, he limped down the stairs, his hand holding the wand trembling with excitement.

Next, Dumbledore snapped his fingers and summoned Dobby.

"I beg you to bring me a letter," said the old wizard to the small, thin elf before him. "I hope to save a noble soul. To Gwen Ollivander, you know where to find her."

Dobby bent down, took the parchment, and disappeared with a snap of his fingers.

"Next." Dumbledore's pale face turned red for a long time, "Kreacher."

A bald, but still clean and tidy old elf appeared in front of him.He grunted in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"I beg you to take Sirius Black to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "I'm afraid we're about to have a big battle—against the dark wizard who killed your little master."

Kreacher's body began to tremble, and its large eyeballs turned red with blood. "Master Sirius can't leave Black's house."

"He has to go." Dumbledore was firm this time, not swayed by the elf's worries, "If you want him to recover, you have to let him go, Kreacher. But you can hide him first, Go find Dobby, he knows what to do."

To be honest, Kreacher probably didn't want Sirius to change back to the way it was before. Compared with the deviant bad boy, it obviously preferred the current Sirius - but then Dumbledore's words changed the faithful servant of the Black family idea.

"I promise you, Kreacher. After this matter is over, I will return Regulus' body to you." Dumbledore looked at it with compassionate eyes.

"You found...you found my little master's body?" Tears flowed down the elf's wrinkled face, as if it was about to die. "From that hellish cave?"

"Yeah," said Dumbledore apologetically, "he's done a lot, Kreacher. I think it's time for him to rest in peace - back to his beloved home."

"I will take Master Sirius to Hogwarts." Kreacher wailed and almost rolled down the stairs.

"Finally." Dumbledore raised his head slowly, and said to Armando Dippet in the portrait, "Old friend, I want to talk to Severus."

The historic meeting between Dumbledore's Army and the Order of the Phoenix

It was already dark.Gwen was still in the room reading Dumbledore's instructions to her over and over again, not understanding what the old man's intention was. He told her that if she noticed something, she must rush over immediately.

After thinking and thinking, Gwen decided to follow Dumbledore's arrangement, because he was always right.So Gwen put the vinaigrette she had saved for a long time in her pocket, and dug out two sets of vests made of voldebat skin that George and Fred had sent over.I seem to have forgotten something?Yes, there are also blood tonics - old Garrick picked up a lot of blood limonium from the cliff behind the shell hut, and Gwen randomly boiled them into blood tonics.

Suddenly piercing screams echoed through the streets of Hogsmeade.Gwen ran downstairs covering her ears.

"Who triggered the Screaming Charm—" she yelled at Aberforth, pulling aside the curtain a little and looking out the door. "Sir, there are Death Eaters out there!"

"Hush!" Aberforth slightly opened the back door of the bar, staring outside without blinking.

"I didn't see anyone else, what the hell are the Death Eaters looking for?" The screaming stopped, and Gwen hurriedly lowered her volume. "They even brought in dementors—Merlin! That's—the Patronus!"

"Call your cat down, quick!" said Aberforth decisively, pushing open the small wooden door roughly.

Gwen hugged Gouzi and Crookshanks and sent them both out through the door Aberforth pushed open.The pretty ginger cat was still rubbing and licking the air.Gwen had to give it a push, letting its paw prints land on the street.

a few minutes ago.

Harry's feet touched the road.He saw Hogsmeade Street, which was painfully familiar to him: the dark storefronts, the distant silhouette of the mountains outside the village, the bend leading to Hogwarts ahead, and the smoke from the window of the Three Broomsticks pub. light.His heart twitched suddenly, remembering that almost a year ago, he helped the dying Dumbledore to land here, and the scene was as realistic as a knife.All this felt in the instant of landing - just as he let go of Ron's and Hermione's arms, something had happened.

A scream pierced the night sky, and it sounded like Voldemort's cry when he found out that the Gold Cup had been stolen. It tormented Harry's nerves, and he knew at once that they had caused it.Just as he was looking at the other two people under the Invisibility Cloak, the door of the Three Broomsticks swung open, and a dozen cloaked and hooded Death Eaters rushed out into the street with their wands held aloft.

Ron raised his wand, and Harry grabbed his wrist.There were too many enemies to use the Stunning Charm, and even trying would give away their bearings.A Death Eater waved his wand, and the screaming stopped, though it was still echoing across the distant mountains.

"The Invisibility Cloak is coming!" shouted a Death Eater.

Harry grabbed the cloak, but it made no attempt to slip away: the Coming Charm didn't work on it.

"So you're not wrapped, Potter?" cried the Death Eater who was casting the Flying Charm, and then to his accomplices, "Be careful and spread out. He's here."

Half a dozen Death Eaters were running towards them, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione backed away quickly, turning into the last side street, only inches from being run over by them.They waited in the dark, hearing footsteps running to and fro, the wands of Death Eaters searching with their wands raised, the lights of wands streaking across the street.

"Let's go!" whispered Hermione, "Apparate now!"

"Good idea," said Ron.Before Harry could answer, a Death Eater yelled, "We know you're here, Potter, and you can't escape! We'll find you!"

"They've been prepared," Harry whispered, "with the spell, to sound the alarm when we come. I think they must have done something to keep us here, trapped here—"

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