94 Diagon Alley

"Tell me, Barney, why are you discussing our family's rivals with Krum?" whispered Gwen, who had regained her sanity.

"God, I thought you were drunk." Harry was a little flustered, but he looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, and immediately answered her in a low voice: "The mysterious man. I think he is somewhere abroad. A place to look for Gregorovitch."

Gwen frowned: "Olivander's pride makes me unable to admit—Grigovich is worth more than Garrick."

"Could he know anything about wands that Mr. Ollivander doesn't?" Harry asked vaguely.

"I'm going to hit you, no one like Garrick - unless it's that rumor that Gregorovich is the last to have - oh, forget what I said, Harry. I'm sure Drunk." Gwen patted his face to stay awake, "The rumor is not credible, it's outrageous."

Gwen was dragged away by George and danced, the two of them only smirked when they looked at each other. Leaving Harry alone - with questions he couldn't answer.

Gwen had been discussing with George for ten minutes, how to secretly dig up a piece of the wedding cake without Mrs. Weasley finding out. Fred and Cousin Veela had a hot fight. Charlie and Hagrid fiery about Dragon's postpartum care.

At this moment, a big silver guy penetrated the ceiling above the dance floor and fell. The lynx was graceful and gleaming as it landed lightly among the terrified dancers. People turned their heads, and some of those closest to it froze comically. The Patronus opened his mouth wide and spoke in the loud, thick, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"The Ministry of Magic is down. Scrimgeour is dead. Here they come."

Old place that should never be visited

Everything seemed so slow and blurry. Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet and drew their wands. The silver lynx disappeared just after many people realized something had changed, and people still looked back. Silence is like icy river water, spreading out wave after wave from where the Patronus descended. Then someone screamed.

The originally warm and cheerful wedding scene suddenly became a mess, the guests fled in all directions, and many people Apparated. The protective spell surrounding the Burrow has been broken.

"Ron!" Hermione cried, "Ron, where are you?"

Gwen and George crossed the crowded dance floor, and only a few minutes later, some figures in capes and masks suddenly appeared in the crowd.

"Go!" Gwen used a shot of armor to block Harry and Hermione who were looking for Ron in the crowd. Thankfully, Fred quickly found Ron squeezed in the corner and pushed him to the Savior. Under the cover of several people, Hermione and the two boys successfully Apparated.

"Why do I see so many familiar faces." Hagrid was fighting a cloaked guy, shouting in a shocking voice, "Aren't you guys from the Ministry of Magic?"

"I'm afraid they are now with the Death Eaters." Tonks helped a few guests who were too late to escape to block the "law enforcement" attack.

Finally, only the Weasleys and a few members of the Order of the Phoenix were left at the wedding scene.

They gathered the group together, restrained them in chairs, and searched the Burrow upside down. Sure enough, as Ron had planned, they found the ghoul, but were reluctant to approach.

"How did the Death Eaters break through the protective spell around the house?" Gwen sat on George's right, all of their wands taken away - in fact it was Mr. Weasley and According to Lupin's arrangement, after the guys in the capes showed the official documents of the Ministry of Magic, the wizards had to give up their resistance and honestly "cooperate with the investigation".

"I guess they have the whole Ministry of Magic now." George snorted sarcastically. "Want to know if Percy was crying—his ridiculous Ministry of Magic dream."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were first brought into the Burrow, and after a while Molly screamed and cried, and Mr. Weasley shouted loudly Answer: "I don't know, he's never been here."

"What did they do?" Gwen's face turned pale, "Torturing..."

"How dare you! How dare you use the Cruciatus - it's against the law!" Fred rushed out of the stool, and was quickly hit by a witch with magic and tied to the chair.

"Special mission." She bared a row of white teeth grimly, and took out a parchment with the seal of the Ministry of Magic on it: "In search of the murder of Albus Dumbledore. The Murderer: The Famous Harry Potter..."

"What nonsense—" George also shouted, "everyone knows it was Snape, the old bat who killed Dumbledore—"

"Obviously not everyone thinks so," the witch, who didn't know whether she was a Death Eater or a Ministry of Magic investigator, put away the parchment, "so now the policy has changed, and during the execution of the mission, Ministry officials are allowed to use all 'necessary' means, including the Unforgivable Curse, in order to capture the heinous Harry Potter."

Fred and George listened to the screams one after another in the Burrow, baring their teeth like two leash dogs, and they could swallow a few minions in front of them if they let go.

The haggard Weasley parents were released after half an hour, Mr. Weasley was a little weak, but still smiled reassuringly at them, and then replaced Lupin and Tonks taken for interrogation.

This well-trained couple - yes, they had been quietly married earlier - barely uttered a whimper, but kept repeating "I don't know where he is." and "We haven't had any contact with him."

The interrogation of Bill and Fleur took more time, and they were forced to call out the names and relationships of the guests one by one, which was used to check whether Harry was involved in the wedding.

Maybe it dragged on for too long, the group of guys got impatient, and finally Fred, George, Gwen and Ginny were pushed into the living room together.

In front of the once warm fireplace stood two tall, masked Death Eaters.

"We can make things easier." One of the dark wizards said coldly, "Start with this little girl."

Then he beat Ginny with a spell like a beast playing with its prey.

"You bum!" Fred roared, "You know how to fight with a little girl, let me go and see if I don't punch your nose—"

As if in response to him, Ginny's nose was shot blood in the next second.

"Or you can tell me frankly where Harry Potter is," the beastly guy asked.

"He's not here, he's never been here," exclaimed George, "Can't your dog's nose smell? Or do you just smell your master's disgusting, reptilian fishy smell?"

"Nice blow." Gwen complimented the cruel remark in his heart, and then saw the Death Eater pointing his wand at Ginny again angrily, and she hurriedly fell to the side , knocked over the chair that Ginny was tied to. The two fell to the ground, both dizzy.

"Hurry up!" The witch outside pushed open the door and urged the two companions in the house, "If there is no news here, we must hurry to find it elsewhere."

"Okay," the two Death Eaters decisively cast the Cruciatus on the twins. In revenge for their vicious words, the dark wizards are more forceful than ever. Through the ugly mask, Gwen could feel their perverted pleasure.

The tall, red-haired boys curled up in their chairs in pain, and Gwen couldn't watch them suffer any longer.

"Stop! Stop! Merlin, we can't reach him, don't you understand? Harry Potter is missing—he wasn't even on the wedding invite list—"

"Lie!" One of the masked men turned his wand to Gwen, and the piercing pain immediately transferred to Gwen.

It turns out that this pain is not just flesh/body. Her soul seemed to be pricked by a needle, bitten by an ant, gouged out by a knife.

Gwen prayed and cried silently in the endless torture, hoping it would end soon. She thought of Garrick, how could his old body endure such torment? And all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, how could they keep their mouths shut and not say a word?

Then Gwen thought of the ghouls upstairs, of the Grangers who had been put on an oblivion spell - before sending their daughter into a strange magical world, they thought about a day when a little boy Will her daughter's life be in danger? Have you ever thought that one day they will lose all the good memories related to her?

Then she thought of Bill who was scratched by a werewolf, George who lost an ear, and Moody who was immobile in bed.

Well, this is not just for Harry, but for all his fellow travelers who have the same goals.

Gwen bit her lip tightly, and dimly saw the Death Eater start to deal with Ginny, the girl was always fierce, struggling, and even took a chair to fight the Death Eater.

Seeing that they could not get any useful information from them, the sanctimonious "Special Investigation Team of the Ministry of Magic" put on the hood and left. Gwen hurried to George, who had just recovered, and was now terrifyingly pale again.

"How are you, George?" Gwen asked, stroking his face.

"To be honest? It hurts more than dropping an ear." George said weakly, "It's better not to do it again, my will is not as strong as I imagined."

Fred, who has been using the Cruciatus for the longest time, also slowly opened his eyes and said indignantly, "I'm just going to hit him on the nose, and you laugh at his master as a dirty reptile —