The Mortal

Yep, that guy definitely had something to do with some illegal adventure - the Savior himself was familiar with that prickly feeling, though a woman's sixth sense seemed to be even more terrifying.

"I hope he doesn't get into trouble," Hermione sighed with a headache. "You have an appointment with the Director of the Auror Division? He won't hide from you anymore?"

"The fact that he was looking for me," Harry replied, "It makes me feel bad."

"Good things come to you, but you feel bad. Mr. Potter, don't let your failed confession affect your work status." She drawled her tone dramatically.

"That's not a failure." Harry first refuted her, and then explained, "I don't feel good about anything abnormal. Of course I would like to talk to the director, but it's not within my expectations."

"At least you can still see someone. I've tried three times recently," Hermione suddenly remembered the bastard that made her angry. "The head of the Attorney General, three times! I can't even touch his shadow."

"What did you want with him? That guy isn't very nice." Harry asked.

"It is said that he hated pure-bloods before." She frowned. "According to the current situation, it may not be too long before the pure blood will be wiped out-an exaggeration, but it is just around the corner. I want to try his attitude."

They walked to the stairs, silently silent when they met other wizards. Hermione went to the Attorney General again without hope. They made an appointment to return to the Burrow together. The witch's original words were "Let Ron fend for himself".

Harry met Robards in the back of the Auror's office.The former boss seemed to have aged a lot suddenly - he was hunched over in the armchair, his cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, and the eyelids lifted tiredly only a few seconds after hearing the noise, and Harry was instantly counted There were a lot of guesses, and he complied with the rough "please sit down" calmly.

They spent more than ten minutes exchanging pleasantries.The Chief told Harry how he felt when he first came into contact with the Savior, saying he couldn't believe it was the kid who had defeated the Dark Lord - you were so young, boy, young and fragile. At that time, Harry was still immersed in the endless sorrow brought by the dead. He was full of self-blame and guilt and couldn't jump out of the vicious circle of self-denial. His complexion was pale, his body was thin, and he looked as if he was about to shatter at any moment.But Robards saw in the days to come how people can be paradoxically weak and strong at the same time, and he pushed the boy closer to the darkness, and Harry developed a tenacity, and he threw him into the abyss, and Harry faltered and Can desperately climb on the cliffs and struggle to survive.

"Many times I thought you were at the end." The director said slowly. "But you didn't. Harry, you have limitless potential."

"Is that why you show mercy?" Harry asked calmly.

The director paused for a moment in surprise. "You get it," he said.

"now I know."

The fact that the speculation was confirmed didn't relieve Harry, he still had a lot of questions to answer.He wanted to know why Robards wanted to destroy him, whether it was really related to the events that are happening now, he wanted to know who was trying to make the layout, why Robards would obey others, and there were still Who and how many people are still hiding behind the curtain.He wondered what the point of this conversation was today, why Robards had grown old and feeble.

But the old boss didn't give him a chance. Robards intermittently talked about some past events, some of which Harry was about to forget, or he deliberately forgot, but he didn't have much patience at this time, he didn't know whether it was because too many parts out of control brought boredom, or There really is some kind of unspeakable fighting talent that foretells and reminds him.

"Just let's be straight, sir." Harry looked straight at him. "You let me go at the last moment. May I take it... that you are on my side?"

The director stopped and rubbed his hands on the armrest. There was a moment of silence in the room, and the usual lively noise from the outer office did not enter the room at all.

"You always see the better side first, Harry," said the Director. "I almost killed you, but you care about the half breath I left for you."

They look at each other. Harry was no longer the boy on the verge of collapse, he was determined and full of strength.Then Robards smiled gratifiedly, the wrinkles on his face unfurling with the change in expression.

"Now I think I finally understand, why you." Robards let out a long breath, closing and opening his eyes. "It can only be you." He murmured.

"What does that mean?" Harry pressed.

Robards fell silent.He just looked at the boy in front of him like an elder, his lips quivered but he didn't make a sound. Harry suddenly felt sad and flustered by this, he thought there must be something he should have noticed but didn't, he should, should-

"You have to remember, Harry." The Director interrupted his thoughts. "Whatever happens, it's not your fault."

"but I-"

"Did I mention my daughter to you?"

Harry paused before the question in bewilderment.He thought for a moment and decided to stick to the previous topic.

"The Unbreakable Vow, or the Fidelity Curse?" he asked anxiously. "Give me some hints, sir."

"She's not old enough to go to Hogwarts," Robards said slowly. "I hope she grows up to be like you."

This was his last answer.

Harry was still thinking about it when he walked out of the room.He tried to break and chew every word, and also tried to recall any clues that he had missed before, but to no avail. Hermione had waited for him for a while, her visit unsurprisingly ended in failure again, and the look on her friend's face let her know that things were not going well either.

They flooed straight from the Ministry back to the Burrow.

No one is in the living room, which is unusual. Harry was greeted by dozens of red-haired wizards every time he visited, but now he couldn't find anyone.He jumped up the stairs in twos and threes, calling the girl's name as he passed each room, and finally he came to Ginny's bedroom and knocked on the door, but there was still no answer.

This is not right.

There was something vaguely connected in his mind to form a fuzzy line, but it was still close. Ron and George, Director Robards, Ginny-

"Harry!" Hermione called from downstairs. "I think you need to see this," she said aloud.

Harry hurried downstairs while trying to complete the last bit of clues, until Hermione handed something to him with a worried expression.

"I found it on the floor by the dining table," she explained.

Harry saw that sentence.Be careful with your cohabitants, danger.

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked. "Does that mean Snape will be a danger to you? Someone is trying to drive a wedge between you?"

"No." Harry squeezed the note between his fingers.He quickly looked around, and his eyes stayed on the few peanuts that fell on the floor for a moment, then he lifted them up suddenly. "Maybe, but no." He began to walk out quickly. "I think that means that Snape may be in danger."

"Do you know who it was that sent the news?" Hermione had to trot to keep up with him. "Also, why did the note for you arrive at the Burrow?"

"I don't know, but I have a reasonable guess." Harry replied quickly, stopping suddenly as he turned into the living room, and the witch behind almost bumped into his back.He stared for a few seconds at the clock that was supposed to show the location and status of the Weasleys, and Hermione followed his gaze.

"Ron's at the joke shop?" she said hesitantly. "He should go straight back to the Burrow."

"The magic has stopped." Harry's voice cooled down and he spoke quickly.He took out the letter paper from his pocket and unfolded it again. In just a few seconds, all the blurred fragments began to become clear, and they quickly and neatly joined together into a gradually complete picture, "If I guess correctly, there should be only Ginny was alone at home. Ron was called away by the store's approval results, and I was called away by the director... This letter was not written by Ginny. It's similar, but it's not."

"You mean Ginny was taken away?" Hermione's sinking tone was clearly not a question.

"I thought worse than that."

Harry started striding out, annoyed that he had let this happen to him at the same time.He's worried about Ginny, worried about Snape, worried about anyone around him getting hurt again, and he doesn't even know if he'll be able to make the right decision about where to act until he gets to the Apparating area outside the courtyard. destination-

Someone made the choice for him.

The early winter wind blows with the cold air, and the thick clouds block the evening sunshine. Harry and Hermione stood facing each other in the courtyard, all the muscles in their bodies tensed.

They faced five wizards in black robes who obviously came with bad intentions.

It was obvious that Harry liked Mrs. Anderson.

That doesn't just show up in the exchange of food up and down floors - although that