HP Magic Biography

But what? Harry asked angrily.

But, Harry—what if your dream—is just a dream? Ron said tremblingly, he tried his best to think in the way of Hermione or Van Lin, but in the end he only got such an answer.

Harry let out a howl of defeat. Ron is now stepping away from him step by step, almost becoming incomprehensible to him.

You don't understand Harry yelled at Ron, I didn't have a nightmare, I wasn't dreaming just now! What do you think Lockdown is? Why do you think Dumbledore told me to guard against what I saw? Because That's true, Ron - Sirius was captured, I saw him. Voldemort captured him, no one else knows, which means only we can save him, and, if you don't want to, well , but I will go, understand? Also, if I remember correctly, your father is the same, and when I rescued your sister from the basilisk, you didn't say rescue to me objection……

I never said I had any objections! said Ron fiercely.

But Harry, you just said, Ron said in a low voice, although I don't understand, but as a wizard, I still understand the spell, Van Lin and Hermione have left Hogwarts, and now it's just us two One, and, Dumbledore's account, I have to think about it, Dumbledore wants you to learn to get these things out of your mind, if you use the mind lock technique you won't see these things.

If you think I'm pretending I see something I don't—

Fan Lin told you that nothing is more important than closing your mind!

Okay, I think he'd say something else, if he knew I just— The door to the classroom opened. Harry and Ron were whipped. Ginny came in, looking curious, followed by Luna, with her usual weird expression.

Hi Ginny said uncertainly, we heard Harry's voice. What are you shouting?

None of your business, Harry said rudely.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. Don't talk to me like that, she said calmly. I just want to know if there's anything I can do to help.

Okay, but you can't help, said Harry curtly.

You know what? You're being rude right now. Luna said peacefully. Harry turned away in surprise. The last thing he wanted to do now was talk to Luna Lovegood.

No, wait a minute, you two...

What happened to the two of us? Ginny said dissatisfied,

I heard it all. You are talking about Fan Lin and Occlumency.

Who told you that?

Hermione! Ginny said lightly, And Fan Lin, we help you two to take care of you, and Ron...

Both of them? Harry asked in disbelief.

And I?

Oh, of course! Ginny said very bluntly, No matter what, you won't really refuse Harry.

I'm doing this... Ron weakly defended...

Oh, is it? But what happened?

Okay, don't say these useless things here, Sirius is being tortured... Harry said, and was about to rush out, but the next second, two wands stood in front of Harry and aimed at him body of.

You two...

I have to calm you down. Ginny said bluntly, Even if you pay a little price.

You wouldn't do that... Ron looked at this sister who made him feel a little strange in disbelief.

Sorry, but the words of the two of them are obviously more sensible than making you go crazy with Harry here...

I'm not crazy!

Then tell me all about it.

Harry's chest heaved violently, but it was still impossible for Harry to hurt Ginny and Luna.

...

I think we'll have to find out if that's true.

True? Harry felt insulted. You mean, I'm lying?

No one thinks so, but you can't guarantee whether Voldemort is lying. I have contacted him, some of them are not, and these are the methods he is good at. Ginny said.

But I saw...

But what if it's a Voldemort hoax? Harry, we need to check first.

How? Harry asked. How can we check?

We'll have to use the furnace of the Ministry of Magic's special investigation team to see if we can get in touch with him, said Ginny. Can help you, Harry, and the Ministry of Magic are busy with Hagrid right now, they're in the Forbidden Forest.

Fine, Harry said to Hermione aggressively, Fine, if you think it's quick, I'll do it with you, otherwise, I'll go to the Department of Mysteries now!

Department of Mysteries? Luna said, looking a little strange, but how did you get there?

Harry ignored her.

Yes, said Ginny, walking back and forth between the tables with her hands folded, right, yes. One of us has to go find the Ministry of Magic and make sure they hang around long enough.

They're looking for Hagrid, and Umbridge, there's no way they're coming back so soon. And there's Peeves! Ron said immediately, Go and tell the people in the office that Peeves is sabotaging Transfiguration It’s miles away from her office. I just remembered that I met him in the corridor just now, and I should have persuaded him to go!”

Okay, she said, the wrinkles on her face stretching like her steps, now, we need to keep the students away from their offices when we break in, lest the Slytherins run to give them report.

Ginny looked at Ron, then at Harry.

Luna and I can stand at both ends of the corridor, Ginny said quickly, and warn people not to go there, because someone released strangulation gas there.

Harry was surprised that Ginny had made up such a lie to get things ready, and Ginny shrugged and said, Fred and George planned to do this before they left.

Okay, now, don't think about anything else, Harry, you'll slip into the office with no trouble hiding under the cloak, and you'll be able to talk to Sirius.

He's not there, Ginny!

I mean, you can—check if Sirius is home when I look out, I don't think you should be there alone, and Lee Jordan has proven that windows are a weak spot.

Harry was really anxious, but in his heart, he also felt that something was wrong, maybe go to the stove and ask Fan Lin...

I, okay. Thanks. He muttered.

By the way, that's fine. In fact, even if we do it all, I don't expect it to last more than 5 minutes. Ginny said pretending to be relaxed. Seeing that Harry seemed to accept the plan, her expression relaxed Don't have Filch loitering around doing those nasty inquiries.

Five minutes should be enough, said Harry. Come on, let's go.

Now? Ginny asked, a little shocked. Now, of course! said Harry angrily. What do you think? Are we going to wait until after dinner or something? Ginny, Sirius is being tortured!

I—oh, well, she said disappointedly. You go get the invisibility cloak and we meet in the corridor in front of the office, okay?

Harry didn't answer, but stormed out of the room and began pushing back through the chaotic crowd. Running up two floors he met Seamus and Dean, who welcomed him cheerfully and told him they were planning a passing exam celebration in the common room.

Harry barely listened. While they were discussing how much black market butterbeer they needed, Harry crawled through the hole in the portrait, and before they noticed him, he had taken the bag with the Invisibility Cloak and the Sirius Knife .

Harry, would you like two Galleons? Harold Dinge said he could sell us some Firewhiskey. But Harry was already out in the hallway in agony, and after a minute or two he jumped onto the last few The next step joined Ron, Ginny and Luna, who were all crowded at the end of the Special Operations corridor.

Let's go, he said pantingly, Get ready to go in.

That's right, Ginny whispered as a group of rowdy teenagers walked past them, so Ron—you and the Ministry of Magic diverter, and me and Luna, if you can keep the moving crowd out In the hallway, Harry can put on the Invisibility Cloak smoothly.

Ron was gone, his bright red hair disappearing at the end of the passage to the right. At the same time, Ginny used her head with the same lock of hair to start rushing at the surrounding students in different directions, and Luna followed her with her blond head.

Harry took his Invisibility Cloak out of his bag as soon as the Ministry of Magic left. In fact, his scar was hurting, but not so much that he thought Voldemort had dealt Sirius the fatal blow. When Voldemort punished Avery, it hurt a lot more.

You can't get in here! Ginny yelled to the crowd. No, sorry, you had to go around the spiral staircase. Someone released strangulation gas here!

They heard people complain loudly, and a certain voice said: I don't see gas.

That's because it's colorless, said Ginny in a convincingly angry voice, but if you want to walk over, please, and we'll see your dead body for the next one who doesn't believe us. Fool's proof.

Slowly, the crowd became smaller. Word seems to have begun to spread about the strangling gas, and no one comes down the road anymore. When the surrounding area became completely empty, Harry immediately started to move.

He moves forward covered by a cloak. Luna was standing at the far end of the corridor with her back to them, and as they passed Ginny whispered, Good job, don't forget the signal.

What's the signal? Harry muttered.

If we see Umbridge coming, we'll sing 'Weasley is our King'!

The feeling of uneasiness only intensified when Harry thrust Sirius' knife into the crack between the wall and the door. The door clicked open and he entered the office. Those kitty decorations were enjoying the afternoon sun while warming their plates. This was Umbridge's office. Of course, out of respect, the Ministry of Magic hadn't changed much, and in fact, neither had they. Use it often.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, now he just needs to prove...

Harry went into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fire, and the green flames burst into flames. He knew it was quick, put his head in the fire and called, Twelve Mowgli Place!

His head began to spin as if his entire body had melted into the fire, though his knees were still secure on the cold office floor. He kept his eyes closed to deal with the whirling dust, and when the whirling was over he opened them to take a look around, the cold kitchen of Black's ancestral home.

There is no one here. He expected it, but fear and panic grew in his stomach unpreparedly after seeing the deserted kitchen.

Sirius? he called, Sirius, are you here? His voice echoed around the room, but there was no answer except for a small scratch on the right side of the stove.

Who's there? he asked, wondering if it was a rat. Kreacher the house-elf came into view and he seemed happy about something, although lately he seemed to have been doing a lot of damage to his hands, which were now heavily bandaged.

Boy Potter's head is in the fire, Kreacher said loudly from the empty kitchen, his behavior surreptitious, giving Harry a triumphant look. Kreacher wants to know what he's here for?

Where's Sirius? Harry asked. The house-elf giggled, panting. Master and Master Al are out, Harry Potter.

Where did he go? Where did he go? Kreacher? Kreacher just giggled, appearing to be in a good mood.

I warn you! said Harry, fully aware of the impossibility of punishing Kreacher over the line in his position. How's Lupine? Where's the Eye? Any of them, anyone here?

No one's here except Kreacher and...Miss Granger! the elf said cheerfully, then turned away from Harry and walked slowly towards the kitchen door. Kreacher thought he was going to have something to say to his mistress, and now, yes, he has no chance to say it, and Kreacher's master has asked him to stay away from him.

Where did Sirius go? Harry called loudly behind the elf, Kreacher, did he go to the Department of Mysteries?

Kreacher stopped. Harry could just see the bald back of Kreacher's head through the leg of the wooden table in front of him.