HP Magic Biography

Kreacher, hurry up, tell me, your master...

My master and Master Al went out, and he didn't tell poor Kreacher where they were going. Kreacher shook his head, not wanting to pay attention to Harry.

But you know, don't you, Kreacher, you...

Kreacher doesn't know... Kreacher was busy with his work, which surprised Harry, you know, usually Kreacher would never do this, the only thing he cleaned was the hanging portrait, since Sirius came back after.

Kreacher, who are you talking to... A crisp female voice came from upstairs.

Hermione? Harry's eyes lit up, yes, Kreacher said, Hermione is still here.

Hermione...Hermione... Harry yelled, trying to pull Hermione down from the stairs.

Fortunately, Hermione happened to be walking down too, in home clothes, rubbing her wet hair with a towel.

Who's there, Kreacher...Is it Fan Lin and the others back?

It's Harry Potter... Kreacher replied in a low voice, Harry Potter used Floo powder to contact us.

Harry? Hermione's sharp voice sounded, but Harry felt it was more pleasant than ever.

Harry, is that you?

Hermione's face appeared in front of Harry's eyes in astonishment, pink nightgown, long wet hair hanging down her shoulders.

Oh, it's good to see you, Harry, how's it going, what's changed at Hogwarts, and you've taken your Ordinary Wizarding Level exams, you and Ron, and Ginny, you all... ...

Oh, wait a minute, Hermione... Harry said with some headaches, I'm fine, but some exams are not very satisfactory. Of course, Umbridge left Hogwarts, it's better than that. There are many, but this is not the point, Hermione, I want to know about Sirius and Fan Lin, the two of them...

The two of them went out yesterday, said Hermione. Dumbledore had business with them, so I stayed here, what's the matter, Harry?

Didn't the two of them go to the Ministry of Magic?

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Fanlin and the others didn't shy away from her when they decided to use Harry to lure Voldemort to the Ministry of Magic, so she knew that there must be some changes in Harry recently, but...

oh,

I don't know... Hermione didn't know how to answer, They went to Dumbledore. In fact, I don't know where they are, they haven't come back for a long time, and now here...

Hey, listen, Hermione, Harry said solemnly, Voldemort is torturing Sirius, although I didn't see Fanlin, but...

Are you sure what you saw was real, not what Voldemort let you see? Hermione still couldn't help but say.

The girl was a little uncertain whether it was Dumbledore's decision or Voldemort's initiative. Fan Lin made it clear when he left that he was not going to carry out this matter, but now...

Oh, I don't know... Although Harry was very annoyed by being asked repeatedly, he couldn't help but stop and think.

This is really too abrupt, Sirius was attacked, this...

Hey, listen, Harry... Hermione hesitated. You have to make sure that what you see is real before you can make a decision.

But, I saw it, Sirius... Voldemort... they're in the Ministry of Magic... the Mystery Department... Sirius is being tortured by Voldemort...

However, as far as I know, the Ministry of Magic, the Mystery Department, can't deal with Sirius... Hermione said, He is a wanted criminal, Harry, you must be clear, the Ministry of Magic's plan for wanted persons The identification is only open, and no matter what the channel is, it has its own monitoring. Apparation is also restricted. Although it is not prohibited, it is a difficult thing in itself. Moreover, whether it is Weasley Mister is still Tonks, and their identities are more suitable than Sirius to handle the affairs of the Ministry of Magic...

But... Maybe they're going to war... It's not certain. Harry said hesitantly, Besides, Voldemort asked Sirius to get something...

Harry... Hermione hesitated. I don't suggest you...

But, Hermione, what if it's true, where are we watching Sirius die like this? Where's Dumbledore? Harry asked.

I don't know! Hermione shook her head and hesitated, But...

It's nothing serious, Hermione, if that's true, there's no doubt Sirius is dead, I can't...

But what are you going to do? Hermione asked. I'll contact...

To the Ministry of Magic... Harry said in a deep voice, I'm going to rescue Sirius...

No! Hermione immediately refused, This may be just a trap to lure you... Please Harry, wait for me, I will go find other members of the Order of the Phoenix, stay at Hogwarts no matter what. ...

Harry didn't speak, but apparently...

Just when Harry was about to say something more, he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his forehead; and he had sucked in so much ash that it was almost breathless, and he found himself being pulled back into the flames until accompanied by With a rude gesture, he saw the slightly pale face of Professor Tafel (a member of the Special Investigations Team who succeeded Umbridge as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor), and she used her hair to make him as far as possible. Far pulled out the flames and now she was behind him and pinched his neck hard, as if she was going to rip his throat.

You think, she whispered, twisting Harry's neck harder to keep him staring at the ceiling, after two Boggarts I'll have another filthy thing, some little creature tape Into my office and I wouldn't know? After the last guy came in, I planted secret sensory charms around the door, you stupid boy, take his wand.

Tarfel shouted angrily at someone he couldn't see, and then he felt a hand fumble in the breast pocket of his robes and take away his wand.

Theirs too. Harry heard a scuffle at the door, and he knew that Ginny had also been stripped of her wand.

I want to know why you're in my office, Tarfur said coldly, shaking her hair so he could keep shaking it.

In fact, compared to Umbridge, although Tafel is not as exaggerated as Umbridge, he is not a guy with good words.

I'm - trying to find my Honooch! Harry said hoarsely.

Liar guy She shook his head again. Your Honoo arrows are strictly locked in the dungeon by Headmaster Umbridge, as you know very well, Mr Potter. You put your head on fire. Who are you communicating with?

No one— Harry said, trying to shake her off. He felt strands of hair attached to his scalp.

Lie! Tarfel yelled, and she threw him away from her, bumping him against the desk.

Now he could see Ginny tied up against the wall. Malfoy was leaning against the windowsill, triumphantly tossing Harry's wand into the air before catching it. There was a commotion outside, and a few tall and burly Slytherins came in. They carried Ron, Luna, and—Harry was confused—Neville, who was being restrained by Clara, his face was because of the upcoming Dangerous and suffocating. All four of them were gagged.

All in, said Wallington, shoving Ron roughly into the room.

That He pointed at Neville with a thick finger, trying to stop me from grabbing her He pointed at Luna, who was doing her best to kick the big Slytherin girl who was grabbing her, So I took him too coming.

Okay, okay. Tarfel said, watching Ginny's hard struggle, Okay, it looks like Hogwarts will soon become the 'Weasley Family Free Zone', doesn't it?

Malfoy laughed loudly and flatteringly. Tarfel gave her one, smiled contentedly and secured her in the cotton-covered armchair, ignoring that among her captives a toad was lying on her flower bed.

So, Potter, she said, you set up a lookout around my office and send this clown. She nodded to Ron - and Malfoy laughed even louder. Come and tell me that Peeves was wreaking havoc on Transfiguration classrooms, when I knew full well he was busy smearing the school's eyepieces with ink — Mr. Filch just told me.

Obviously your conversation with someone is important. Is that Albus Dumbledore? Or bloody, Hagrid? I suspect it's Minerva McGonagall, I'm still too weak to hear her Can’t blame anyone.”

Malfoy and his fellow Slytherins laughed even harder. Harry found he was so furious and hated that he was being shaken.

I won't negotiate any terms with you, he growled.

Tafur raised his eyebrows, as if he felt amused, and a slightly cruel smile appeared on his indifferent face.

Very well she said in her most dangerous and false voice, very well, Mr. Potter. I gave you the chance to confess. You refused. I have no choice but to put a little pressure on you. Draco - bring Professor Snape.

Malfoy tucked Harry's wand into his robes and left the room triumphantly, but Harry barely noticed. He'd figured it out a bit; he didn't believe he was so stupid to forget, he thought all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, everyone who could help him save Sirius had gone - but he was wrong.

Here's another member of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts - Snape. The office was quiet save for the sounds of Slytherins trying to keep Ron and the others under control. Blood dripped from Ron's lips onto the office carpet as Ron struggled with Warrington's grip on his side, and Ginny was still trying to kick the foot of the older girl who was holding her tight with both hands; Holding her hand, Neville's face regularly glowed purple; however, Luna, standing feebly beside the person holding her, looked out the window in confusion, as if all this was so boring.

Harry had looked at Tafel, who was still staring at him from a close distance.

This woman is much more reserved than Umbridge, but she doesn't give in too much, and is even more cruel in some aspects. Harry doesn't understand why such a person is recruited into the Ministry of Magic, but thinking of Umbridge Harry seemed to understand Richie's even more disgusting face.

That's right, even Death Eaters like Umbridge and Malfoy can hold high positions in the Ministry of Magic...

When he heard the sound of Malfoy's footsteps following Snape into the room from the corridor outside, he deliberately put on a calm and expressionless expression on his face.

You want to see me, Tarfel? Snape said calmly, and he looked at the pairs of students who were working hard around him with a completely indifferent expression.

Oh, Severus, long time no see, Tarfel said, standing up again and grinning exaggeratedly.

Long time no see? Harry asked incredulously, You and him...

Shut up, Potter! Tafel said bluntly.

You and I... Tafur, tell me, what's the matter with you?

Yes, I would like another bottle of Veritaserum, as soon as possible, please.

Headmaster Umbridge took my last bottle to interrogate Al, he said, peering at Tarfel calmly through his greasy hair, your immediate superior, though it didn't go well , but, you should know...

It's already used up, but you can make some more, can't you? Tavel said bluntly.

Of course, said Snape, his lips curled, it will take one major cycle of the Moon to prepare, so I'm asking you to wait almost a month for this.

A month? Tarfel cried. A month? But I want it tonight, Snape! I must know who or what unknown Potter is communicating with with my stove!

Really? said Snape, for the first time, showing no sign of interest as he watched Harry. Well, that doesn't surprise me. Potter never had a habit of following school rules.

His cold, dark eyes were staring at Harry now, and he was staring at him without fear, trying to recall the dream he had seen in his mind, hoping that Snape would read his mind and understand what happened.

I'm going to interrogate him! Tarfel repeated angrily, and Snape looked up from Harry to her twitching face, I want you to give him a dose of the truth.

I've told you, said Snape evenly, I don't have any other Veritaserum in stock. Unless you wish to poison Potter - if you do I promise I'll give my best sympathetic—otherwise I can't help you. The only trouble is that the best poisons work too quickly for more time to tell the truth.

Snape stared back at Harry again, trying to communicate in a non-verbal way.

Voldemort has captured Sirius in the Department of Mysteries he thought desperately, Voldemort has captured Sirius—

You're stalling! Tarfel said suddenly, and Snape looked at her again, his eyebrows raised slightly. You are not helping on purpose! Lucius always gives you the highest rating, I expected you to perform better! Now please get out of my office!

Snape gave her a sarcastic bow and turned to leave. Knowing his last chance to let the members of the Organization know what was going on, Harry walked out of the room.

He caught a cold! Harry cried suddenly. He caught a cold in a hidden place! Snape was trying to open Tarfel's doorknob when he stopped suddenly.

Cold? Tarfel called, looking eagerly back and forth between Harry and Snape. What's a cold? What does it mean? Alone? Where's the hiding place? Snape, what does he mean?