I'm playing a big knife at HP

In a tense atmosphere, August passed day by day.Grimmauld Place is under 24-hour surveillance by Death Eaters, but Marciana will be invisible, Sirius is wearing an invisibility cloak, and the two still plan to escape to bring new life to Harry who is trapped in Black's old house. information.The Ministry of Magic's persecution of Muggle-born wizards is getting worse every day.Relying on the family tree of wizards, they searched and hunted, and found many suspected witches every day.The Ministry of Magic even closed the long-distance fireplaces leading to foreign countries, and only wizards who were confirmed not to be Muggle-born were allowed to leave the UK.

Early this morning, Marciana abnormally did not go out to investigate, but got into her dragon skin box.After a few hours, she began to move out the common healing potions in large batches, as well as large quantities of Polyjuice Potion.While packing all kinds of healing potions into the first-aid kit in No. 12, Grimmauld Square, she put the compound decoction into the small bag she carried.

"Is that Polyjuice Potion?" Harry walked in probing.

"Oh yes." Marciana replied absent-mindedly, while inserting the wand| into the sleeve, she put on her robe, "I'll go out for a while, you guys have something to ask Sirius."

"Wait!" Harry quickly stopped her, and when he saw Marciana looking over, he pursed his lips, "You...where are you going?"

Marciana raised an eyebrow, and Harry hastened to add, "I didn't mean to spy on you...I mean..." He mustered up his courage, "Are you going to the Ministry of Magic?"

Marciana's expression remained unchanged and she continued to look at him.

"Take me with you!" Harry said excitedly. "If you're going to the Ministry of Magic to help those arrested Muggle-born wizards... please take me with you."

He looked at Marciana's expression, and said eagerly: "I'm an adult, I know a lot of spells, and I have an invisibility cloak, I can help!"

Hermione and Ron heard voices in the living room and came in.Hermione said warily, "I heard someone mention helping an arrested spruce wizard."

She had the same fervent look on her face that she had when she fought for the rights of the house-elves.

"Harry said it." Marciana replied calmly, "I didn't say anything."

"But you do intend to go to the Ministry of Magic, don't you?" Harry said quickly, "When we discussed this matter last night, you were not very angry, but there was a kind of... a kind of planning expression."

Now Marciana raised both eyebrows.

"... Well, I'm pretty good at reading people's faces." Harry scratched his head embarrassingly.Seeing that Marciana didn't immediately deny it, he became more sure of his guess: "My mother and my best friend are both Muggle-born, and I want to do something too. Please!" Harry became more and more excited as he spoke. , "I know you and Sirius are always trying to protect me, but I can help, really! You said that trust is earned, and I know that I was reckless in the Ministry of Magic incident last year... But now, I trust you, please give me a chance—" Harry pursed his lips, and said firmly, "Please give me a chance to win your trust."

Hermione looked at Harry very moved.Marciana's expression was somewhat unpredictable. She crossed her fingers and looked at Harry with a thoughtful look.Harry watched her nervously.

It took her a while to say, "You know, if you asked Professor Dumbledore that, what would he say?"

"I don't know." Harry said lowly, "Probably not."

"Then if it was Professor McGonagall standing in front of you, would you ask this question?"

"No." Harry trailed off, "I knew she wouldn't agree."

Marciana said slowly: "You guessed it right, I'm going to the Ministry of Magic, and I'm really going to make trouble. I'm going to destroy the wizard genealogy and birth records of the Ministry of Magic-they don't have that, they just go to the Ministry of Magic. There is no way to mass arrest Muggle-born wizards."

Hermione's eyes lit up.Marciana continued: "But the reason why I dare to go is because I am familiar with the Ministry of Magic, and I am very good at hiding, tracking and infiltrating. I have the assurance of getting out of my body."

She didn't go on, but Harry couldn't help feeling a little frustrated that he didn't have the skills to enter and leave the Ministry of Magic occupied by Death Eaters at will.

Marciana laughed: "Now Riddle is looking for you all over the world. You are lucky, and you are eager to go to the Ministry of Magic controlled by him. Why, don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't commit yourself? If I agree to take you there, Everyone will think I'm crazy. Think about how they'll call me, Albus, Alastor, Minerva, Sirius, Remus..." She added inwardly, and Severer Snape - he and Dumbledore would absolutely give me blood.

Harry looked down.

Marciana laughed again: "But I just don't want to listen to Albus Dumbledore today. I'll give you a chance."

Harry couldn't believe his ears and looked up immediately.

"I have two conditions. First, if I take you there, you must obey my arrangement and don't mess around at will. Today is different from the past. The security of the Ministry of Magic is ten times stricter than usual. If you take me or Putting others in unnecessary danger, I swear even if I can bring you out safely, I will never take you on any mission." Marciana's tone was much harsher than usual.Harry nodded quickly.

"Second, I will teach you two spells, one to hide your footsteps, and the other is an improvement of the illusion spell, which allows you to completely hide your body without an invisibility cloak. I will give you one night, if tomorrow morning You haven't learned it yet, so don't make this request again."

Harry's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded anyway.

"I can do both," said Hermione stubbornly. "Please take me too."

"The two of them can't leave me," said Ron. "The three of us have been acting together since the first grade."

"Well, the three of you can study together."

"What about... Sirius? Can you take Sirius too?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No!" Marciana rolled her eyes, "If you ask me again, don't go."

Harry quickly fell silent and listened carefully to Marciana's explanation of the spell.

With strong will and Hermione's help, Harry and Ron actually learned those two spells in one night.So early the next morning, before the Ministry of Magic staff went to work, Marciana and the three little wizards ambush in the alley leading to the Ministry of Magic.They waited patiently, and soon, with a bang of apparition, a middle-aged wizard with a tired look appeared in the alley.Harry moved, as if he was about to rush out, but Marciana stopped him: "This won't work, wait a little longer."

"Why?" Harry was puzzled.

"Good question, let me test you—Ron, which department is that wizard from?" Marciana asked with a smile in a low voice.

"Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts," Ron replied quickly, "his robes are maroon."

"Yes, he works on the fourth floor. If he suddenly appeared on another floor, he will inevitably attract attention. If you want to sneak in and find the family genealogy information of the Ministry of Magic, who do you think is the best person to pretend to be?" Marciana While asking a little too happily, at the same time I feel a little ashamed that I have been a professor for a few years, and even my character has become a good teacher.

"This information is most likely in the hands of the Muggle-Born Registration Committee, that is, in the hands of Umbridge. She should be in..." Hermione tried to recall the information Marciana showed her last night, "in the First floor of the Ministry of Magic. We'd better be able to pretend to be the staff working on the first floor."

"Well said." Marciana was very happy, "Gryffindor should add [-] points. But besides that, there is another kind of person who can walk through the floors without suspicion - the staff of the Magic Maintenance Department .Ah, here it comes."

While talking, three wizards in navy blue robes appeared at the other end of the alley talking, each holding coffee, with the typical listlessness before going to work in the morning.

"There's three of them," whispered Ron, "we'll have to wait."

"No. You hide it well, look at me." Marciana said, pulled out her wand and touched the robe on her body, and the robe became a tight white style. She nodded her hair again, and the crow Feather black hair turned into short light blonde curls.She took out the mirror, made her eyes rounder, her nose more pointed, her chin shorter, just a few small changes, and she looked like a completely different person.Finally, she put on a little bright lipstick, brushed her hair, and walked out.

Hermione watched Marciana walking gracefully towards the three wizards, passing by them, the three wizards couldn't help but stop and look back at her.Just then, one of the earrings on her ear fell to the ground.

"Miss, you dropped something!" A wizard picked up the earring in front of his companion and stopped her.

Marciana turned around and touched her ears, took the earrings, and smiled at the three wizards.At this time, there was a sudden gust of wind in the alley, and she said softly: "Oops, something seems to have gotten into my eyes—can you help me look at my eyes?"

Hermione felt that her voice suddenly became a little strange, with a force that made people unable to obey.The three wizards were unprepared and all looked into her eyes.

"You guys don't feel well, you really can't go to work today, so you plan to go home." Marciana said word by word.

The three wizards nodded dully: "Yes, we are going home."

"You don't need work permits and proof coins today, why don't you lend them to me." She continued.The wizards obediently took out a few cards and a few golden coins and handed them to her.

Marciana pulled a bit of hair from each of them: "Go, sleep, you will feel great, and you will forget that we met today."

The three wizards turned and walked out of the alley, passing a small witch who had just Apparated.

"Hey! Good morning! Where are you going? It's almost time for work." The witch greeted the three wizards friendly.

Without pausing, the three wizards disapparated hastily.The little witch stared at the place where they disappeared with some surprise, shrugged and continued walking, and suddenly found a blond witch stopped in front of her.The blond witch slightly bent down and stroked her hair, and said with a smile, "You should go home too."

Marciana returned to the dilapidated iron door where the three of Harry were hiding, took out a large bottle of Polyjuice Potion, poured out four cups, and put the four hairs in one by one, "This is Jackie, the assistant of the Prohibited Misuse of Magic Office. Monroe. This is Bradford Hutton of the Magical Maintenance Service, Cicero Flanagan, and Reynolds Morticolo." She lined up four work passes on the table, and Pushed the Polyjuice Potion with Jackie Monroe's hair in front of Hermione.

Ron was still dumbfounded: "What happened just now?"

"Ah, it's an ancient spiritual magic. It's a bit like a combination of the Imperius Curse and the Confusion Curse, although it's milder than both..." Marciana changed her robe into a large navy blue work Pao replied, "It can be performed by voice, and it would be even better if there is eye contact. To be honest, it is not very easy to hypnotize three wizards at the same time without any trace."

"That's why you have to grab their attention and make eye contact." Hermione looked at her bright blonde hair and bright lips.

"Yes, occasionally, I mean very occasionally," Marciana said to Hermione, "It's not impossible to use it..." She turned her blonde hair back to black with some embarrassment, "some harmless unconventional means."

Ron was horrified to see Hermione staring at Marciana's somewhat low neckline, and nodded with an expression of understanding.

The four of them drank the compound potion, and Marciana changed the clothes on them into uniform robes that were the same as those on just now, handed over three rings, and said: "Remember, whether the operation is successful or not is secondary. You must first ensure your own safety. In case we are separated and you are in danger, hide for the first time, and then use the ring to call me, understand?"

The three teenagers nodded, took the ring and put it on.

"Do you remember the usage?"

Hermione immediately replied: "Turn clockwise once to send a message, twice counterclockwise means you are in danger, turn counterclockwise and then clockwise one and a half times to turn the ring into a portkey."

"Very good. If the time drags on for too long, remember to drink Polyjuice Potion every hour." Marciana handed over three more bottles of potion, "Is the invisibility cloak ready?"

Harry nodded.

"Are all the wands within easy reach? Do you have the proof coins? Do you remember the name and position on the work permit?"

Seeing the three teenagers nodding, Marciana, who had turned into a chunky and bald wizard, smiled: "Then let's go."

The four of them walked out of the alley, among the growing number of wizards in uniform robes, and rushed themselves into the Ministry of Magic through the entrance disguised as the underground public toilet.They rolled out of the fireplace in dismay and staggered up like other wizards.Marciana looked up at the new huge black stone statue in the middle of the hall - a witch and a wizard sitting on a throne made of countless naked, twisted limbs, and ugly and stupid features, looking down from the fireplace The Ministry of Magic staff who got out without dignity.

"Muggles...where they should be," murmured Hermione.Both Harry and Ron looked at the statue with disgust.

"Magic is power." Marciana read the words on the base of the statue and sneered, "Look at these two idiots who look down on people."

"Shut up, Morticolo!" A strange wizard who was also wearing a navy blue robe beside her looked around nervously and lowered his voice, "Are you trying to cause trouble? Yesterday Yang Ge was dismissed for complaining." Those people heard it, and they were accused of Muggle-born and brought to trial today!"

Marciana scanned the man's face alertly: "Is Young Muggle-born?"

"Of course he isn't, but now they say whoever is who." The wizard muttered indignantly, "Let's go!"

Several people followed the flow of people to the elevator room and waited in a long queue.Harry looked around, hoping to see Umbridge, but he was disappointed.

"Morning, Jackie." A thin, middle-aged witch beside Hermione greeted her.

"Good morning." Hermione replied nervously.

"Have you heard what Umbridge said yesterday?" The witch lowered her voice, "I knew she was a flatterer, but it's really rude to say such things in public. "

"...Is, is it?"

"It's a pity that even so, she won't be punished in any way, and now she's a big hit in the eyes of the new minister." The middle-aged witch curled her lips disapprovingly, "By the way, aren't you going to make a record for her today? "

Hermione was tongue-tied, but the witch thought she understood her silence, and cast a sympathetic glance: "Well, no one really wants to do this job. I heard that there is a child among the people on trial today."

"Child?" Marciana suddenly raised her head.The middle-aged witch gave her a surprised look, "Yes...you're only 13 years old, and you're still studying at Hogwarts."

Hermione couldn't help letting out a low cry.Both Harry and Ron looked at each other with horror, and invariably thought of a few Muggle-born classmates they knew.

The middle-aged witch sighed: "Yeah, you're not the only ones who are shocked. I heard Kevin from the Amnesiac Department say—poor Kevin, he's responsible for erasing the memory of the Muggle parents—he said, umm The auror Richie took threw a tantrum on the spot, refused to 'arrest' the child, and resigned upon his return. In the end it was Umbridge himself who ripped the child out of her mother's arms. What could her parents do What? Two Muggles, how do you resist?" She shook her head sadly, "I'm also a mother, I really can't imagine...Think about it, the parents woke up the next morning to find that their daughter was gone , I still don’t know how anxious I should be.”

Hermione said tremblingly, "How could she do that? That's a Hogwarts student!"

"It was precisely because she was a student of Hogwarts that she was arrested so quickly." The middle-aged witch sneered, "Fudge sent Umbridge to Hogwarts for a year. I touched it a lot. Look at it, the Muggle-born students who haven't fled abroad until now will disappear inexplicably soon. It's a crime to start with children."

While talking, the elevator finally arrived, and the four of them desperately squeezed into an elevator.Harry's mind was buzzing, thinking of all the Muggle-born classmates he knew, Dean Thomas, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Justin Fenrieri, Terry Brown T... did they escape?Will they be arrested, separated from their families, and thrown into Azkaban?Harry knew that Marciana had said that the mission came first and her own safety first, but Harry had never wanted them to succeed more than he did now.

He glanced quietly at Marciana.The fat wizard she had become had a moody face, but there was something dangerous in the small, narrow eyes.

The author has something to say: Hermione (staring): I see.

Ron: No!What do you know? !What terrible skill did you just learn? !