HP Magic Biography

Umbridge was definitely in a daze, or maybe this report touched a sensitive nerve in the Ministry of Magic.

They'd just driven Sirius back into the dark, barely covered up the Azkaban affair, and now they're dealing with an absolutely true report.

The facts cannot be covered up forever, the changes in the magic world are too great, the out-of-control Azkaban, the gathering of dark wizards, the death incidents are increasing, but the Ministry of Magic has been promoting peace and stability.

That was contradictory enough in itself, enough to make more and more people feel dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic.

In Fan Lin's eyes, Umbridge's approach obviously lost the power it had when he first came to Hogwarts. Now it seems that Umbridge is like a fly with nowhere to go, buzzing Talking nonsense in Hogwarts Castle...

Wait, it seems that it is not the season for flies to come out...

If there was anything that could make Fanlin and the others happy, it would be the reaction of Malfoy, Carat and Goyle.

Went to the library later that afternoon and saw them.

Several people were putting their heads together, and one Hermione called him Syldo. Knott's unkempt boys whispered. They saw Harry when he was looking for a book on the partial disappearance on the shelf.

Goyle wrenched his wrench viciously, and Malfoy spoke maliciously to Crabbe.

Harry understood their actions perfectly: he called their father a Death Eater.

The best part, said Hermione cheerfully as they left the library, is that they can't attack you because they can't admit to having read that article!

Finally, while having dinner, Luna told Tan Dong that Wizard Weekly had never sold so fast.

Daddy's making an extra print! she told Harry, eyes red with excitement. He couldn't believe it, and he said people were even more interested in how to find the elves!

And that night in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was a hero. Fred and George had the audacity to magnify a piece of Wizarding Weekly cover and hang it on the wall, so that Harry's big head kept looking at the activities below, muttering from time to time The Ministry of Magic is an idiot , Go eat dung, On Umbridge.

Hermione didn't find it funny at all, she said it interrupted her train of thought, and she ended up going to her room angrily and going to sleep.

After an hour or two, Harry also felt that the poster was no fun,

Especially when the spell wears off, it's staccato loudly saying shit Umbridge.

In fact, his head started hurting again, and the scar tingled uncomfortably. He announced that he was going to bed, and the people sitting around immediately let out groans of disappointment. They had asked him to recount the interview process countless times.

When he returned to the dormitory, there was no one there.

Harry pressed his forehead against the cold windowpane beside the bed, and the scar felt better. Then he lay down on the bed without taking off his clothes, hoping that the headache would go away quickly. He felt a little uncomfortable, turned over and closed his eyes, and he fell asleep quickly.

...

He stood in a dark, curtained room, with a candle burning in it. His hands gripped the back of a chair in front of him tightly. His fingers were long, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and he looked like a few big pale spiders on the black velvet back of the chair. On the other side of the chair, under the faint light of a candle, kneeled a man in a black robe.

I've thought it over, Harry said in a high, grim voice tinged with anger.

Master, I beg your forgiveness, the man kneeling on the ground said hoarsely. The back of his head glowed in the candlelight, and he seemed to be shaking.

I'm not blaming you, Lockwood, said Harry, still grimly. He let go of the chair, walked around it, and walked over to the man curled up on the ground, standing upright, looking taller than usual.

Are you sure about your situation, Lockwood? Harry asked.

Yes, my lord, yes. I've been working in the department, after all—

Avery told me Bird could get it.

Byrd couldn't have it, Master, and Bird should have known he couldn't. So, he would have resisted Malfoy's spell like that.

Stand up, Lockwood, Harry whispered. The man was so eager to obey that he almost fell to the ground.

His face was covered with acne, and the candlelight made the scars fade. He stood up, still bent slightly, like a bow, and looked up at Harry fearfully.

It's good that you told me, said Harry coldly, very good. I've wasted months and made plans that didn't work. But that's all right, now we'll start again. I thank you, Lockwood .”

My lord, yes, my lord, gasped Lockwood.

I need your help and all the information you can provide. Before those blood races finish their work, we have to endure for a while...

Saying that, Harry felt an irresistible force, very cold, stronger than the feeling it gave him now.

Of course, my master, of course, all.

Okay, you go. Call Avery.

Lockwood ran back quickly, stooped, and disappeared behind the door. Left alone in the dark room, Harry turned to the wall, where a broken, ancient mirror hung in the shadows.

Harry walked towards it, growing larger and clearer in the darkness, a pale, skull-like face, red eyes with narrow pupils.

No--!

What's the matter? said a voice nearby.

Harry hit the surroundings so frantically that he wrapped himself in the curtain and rolled to the ground. For a few minutes he didn't know where he was, and sure enough he saw that pale, skeletal face approaching him again in the darkness.

At this time Ron's voice rang in his ears, If you can stop being so crazy, I can get you out of here!

Ron pulled the curtain back, Harry stared at him in the moonlight, and lay back, his scar burning. Ron looked like he was getting ready for bed, one sleeve of his robe uncovered.

What happened? Was anyone else attacked? Fan Lin hid Ron and got Harry up, What did you see?

No—no one— Harry gasped, his forehead as if on fire. Avery is not well, he's in trouble. He's giving him the wrong information. Voldemort is really mad.

Harry groaned and put his hand over his scar.

But now that Lockwood has come to his aid, he's back on the right track.

What are you talking about? Ron sounded horrified. You mean, you just saw You-Know-Who?

I'm You-Know-Who, said Harry, holding out his hands in the dark and holding them up to his face to see if they were still pale as death, with very long fingers. He was with Lockwood, a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban, remember? Lockwood told him Bird had failed.

What failed? Fan Lin asked hastily.

Get something. He said Bird should know he can't get it. Bird has the Imperius Curse, and I think he said it was Malfoy's dad.