94 Diagon Alley

Weakness. "

Gwen admired Hermione in her heart, and her offer to accompany Harry into Umbridge's office was a symbol of unity and loyalty.

"Well, well, even if we can do these things, I don't expect our time to be more than five minutes," said Hermione, and Harry seemed to accept the plan, letting her It looks a lot easier," because Filch and those pesky investigative teams were hanging around.

Harry didn't answer, but dashed out of the classroom and began to squeeze through the crowds circling outside. The rest of the room looked at each other with wry smiles, only Luna was still struggling with the Department of Mysteries and Sirius.

In just three or four minutes, Harry jumped down the last few steps to join Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Gwen and Luna at the end of the corridor in Umbridge's office .

"Got it," he said breathlessly. "Ready to start?"

Ron strode away, his fiery red hair can be seen until he reached the end of the passage, Gwen followed slightly behind him for a few steps; In the other direction, Ginny's equally bright head swayed among the students jostling around, followed by Luna's golden head.

"Come this way," Hermione whispered, grabbing Harry by the wrist and dragging him into an alcove where, on a post, was the ugly stone of a medieval wizard The brain is muttering to itself. "Are you sure you're all right, Harry? You're still very pale."

"I'm fine." He answered briefly and took out the invisibility cloak from his schoolbag. His scar was actually aching, but not so badly, that it made him think Voldemort hadn't dealt Sirius the fatal blow; it was much more painful when Voldemort punished Avery. "Here," said Harry, hastily draping the Invisibility Cloak over the two of them, who stood listening carefully to the Latin muttered by the bust in front.

The direction of the Transfiguration classroom far from the castle suddenly became noisy, and they heard a member of the action team report to Filch: "There is a screaming Bludger in the classroom - it is said to be Pi What Peeves did, the principal has already rushed over."

As for their vicinity. "You can't come here!" Ginny was shouting to the crowd. "No, I'm sorry, you have to take a detour down the spiral staircase. Someone just put choke gas in this area—"

They heard people complaining and an unfriendly voice said, "I don't see poison gas."

"That's because they don't have color," said Ginny in a convincing, annoyed tone, "but if you want to get through the gas, then please, we can use your corpse Prove it to the next idiot who doesn't believe us.

Slowly, the crowd thinned out. The news about the chokehold gas seems to have spread; people don't come in this direction anymore. When the surrounding area was empty, Hermione whispered to her, "I think it's almost time for us to move, Harry—come on, let's get started."

They walked forward in invisibility cloaks. Luna was standing with her back to them at the far end of the corridor. As they passed Ginny, Hermione whispered, "Good job. Don't forget the signal!" "What signal?" Harry whispered as they reached Umbridge's door.

"If they see Umbridge coming, they'll sing 'Weasley is our king' together." Hermione replied, as Harry inserted Sirius' knife into the cracked the door. The door lock clicked open and they entered the office.

Those gaudy kittens are bathing in the pre-twilight sun, their plates warm in the sun, but otherwise the office is as quiet and empty as last time no one. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

They took off the Invisibility Cloak; Hermione hurried to the window, standing out of sight of those outside, and took out her wand and peered into the grounds below. Harry rushed to the fireplace, grabbed the can of floo powder, and sprinkled a pinch into the hearth, where an emerald-green flame ignited immediately. Immediately he knelt down, stuck his head into the dancing flames and shouted, "12 Grimmauld Place!"

Although his knees were still firmly on the cold office floor, his head began to spin, as if he had just come off a carousel in an amusement park. He had been squinting at the whirling ash, and when the whirling stopped, he opened his eyes and found himself looking at the long, deserted kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place.

No one is in the kitchen. He had expected this to be the case, but when he looked at the empty room, it seemed that a fiery unease and panic had suddenly surged in his stomach, which caught him off guard. "Sirius?" he called. "Sirius, are you there?" His voice echoed in the house, but there was no answer except for a slight shuffling to the right of the fire. "Who's there?" he shouted, thinking it might just be a mouse. Kreacher, the house-elf, slipped into his sight. Although his hands appeared to be badly wounded recently and were heavily bandaged, he seemed to be very happy about something.

"It's Potter Boy's head in the fire," Kreacher said to the empty kitchen, sneaking a sly, smug glance at Harry, " Kreacher is weird, what is he doing here?"

"Where's Sirius, Kreacher?" Harry asked.

The house-elf gasped and chuckled.

"Master is out, Harry Potter."

"Where did he go? Where did he go, Kreacher?"

Kreacher just giggled.

"I warn you!" Harry said, fully aware that with his current situation, there was no way he could punish Kreacher, "Where's Lupin? Where's Mad-Eye? All right, are they there?"

"No one's here except Kreacher!" said the elf cheerfully, turning his back to Harry and slowly walking towards the door on the other side of the kitchen, "Kreacher thinks that now he should go to and The mistress has been chatting for a while. Yeah, he hasn't had a chance for a long time, and Kreacher's master always keeps him away from her—"

"Where did Sirius go?" Harry shouted from behind the elf, "Kreacher, did he go to the Department of Mysteries?" Kreacher stopped in place. Harry made out only the bare back of his head, across the wood-like legs of the chair in front of him. "Master didn't tell poor Kreacher where he was going," said the elf softly.

"But you know!" cried Harry, "do you? You know where he is!"

After a moment of silence, the elf giggled the loudest. "Master is not coming back from the Department of Mysteries!" he said cheerfully. "Kreacher and his mistress can be undisturbed again!" He hurried forward and disappeared into the hall through the door.

"You—"

Before Harry could utter any curse or abuse, he felt a sharp pain in the top of his head; he breathed in so much soot that he could not breathe, and found himself being thrown through the flames. Pull back. Finally, in a sudden dread, he looked up and saw Umbridge's pale, broad face. She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of the fire, and was pulling his neck back as hard as she could to crack his throat.

"You think," she whispered, pulling Harry's neck back a little more so that Harry was now looking at the ceiling, "after two sniffs, I will Let another filthy little critter picking up litter carry me into my office? After Sniff came in, I put a burglar-sensing spell on the door, you silly boy. Take his wand, she exclaimed to someone Harry couldn't see, and Harry felt a hand fumble in the breast pocket of his robe and took the wand. "And hers."

Harry heard a scuffle at the door and knew that Hermione's wand had also been taken.

"I want to know why you guys are in my office," Umbridge said while shaking the fist that grabbed Harry's hair, so Harry shook too.

"I'm—want to get my Firebolt/Arrow!" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Liar." Umbridge began to shake his head again, "your broom is well-seen in the basement, you know it well, Potter. In my fire. Who are you talking to?"

“No one—” Harry said, trying to break free of her. He felt some hair and scalp separated.

"Liar!" Umbridge shouted. She pushed Harry away from her and Harry slammed into the table. Now he saw Hermione being pinned against the wall by Millison Bird's hands. Malfoy reclined on the windowsill, grinning triumphantly as he tossed Harry's wand in the air with one hand and caught it.

There was chaos outside, and several tall Slytherin students came in, each grabbing Ron, Ginny, Luna and—to Harry’s confusion—Neville, He was restrained by Crabble's neck and seemed to be suffocating. All four of them had their mouths gagged.

"Caught them all," said Warrington, pushing Ron roughly into the room. "This one," he nudged Neville with a thick finger, "to stop me from grabbing her," he pointed to Ginny, who was trying to kick the big Slytherin who was holding her. The girl's calf, "So I brought him too."

"Very good, very good," said Umbridge, looking at Ginny who was struggling, "well, it seems that soon, Hogg