[SSHP] End of life

For the next week, the three of them wore the Invisibility Cloak and took turns reconnaissance.They followed the Ministry staff and listened to them.Because they have grown a lot taller than last year, it is completely impossible for several of them to wear the invisibility cloak together.While one person was conducting reconnaissance, the other two stayed upstairs in the bookstore, nervously guarding their partners.

Harry was sitting in the window seat on the second floor, and Hermione was opposite him, her eyes fixed on the air beside the red telephone booth.The beaded pouch was in her hand, and she clutched its straps unconsciously.

Every day Hermione packs everything, including all her books, when she leaves the house.Harry also brought all his own belongings.He shrunk the book he was looking at and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. For a week, he couldn't read even a single word seriously.But Harry guessed Hermione was the same, at least when Ron was spying, her eyes would never be on the books.

"But with Kreacher around, isn't elf magic amazing?" On the second day, Ron said optimistically, "Why should we take risks by ourselves?"

"Based on Kreacher's narration alone, we have no way of knowing the characteristics of the people who often enter and leave the Ministry of Magic, and of course we have no way of judging which one can be useful to us." Hermione explained, she was unexpectedly very good-tempered this time.Since both of them disagreed with Harry taking the risk, which Harry felt was unfair, they drew lots every time they decided who to scout.

"I'm sick of hearing that greasy old bastard's name every day I come back," said Ron on the fourth day, his unlucky draw for three days in a row. "Could it be that we can't get rid of him as long as we come into contact with anyone in the wizarding world?"

Thinking of this sentence, Harry unconsciously slid his hand on his knee and touched the side pocket of his slacks.Just last night, when he was flipping through the book, a piece of parchment fell out.After the parchment fell out, the attraction of the book to him completely disappeared immediately—as if it was not the book that attracted him, but the paper.

On that piece of paper was written a long incantation in ancient rune, which was scribbled and changed in a mess.Harry could barely read the contents, but he saw SS written in the lower right corner of it at a glance.

Maybe that's not SS, just two random lines.But as long as he saw even suspected of these two letters, Snape's distraught face would dangle in front of his eyes, and for a while, Harry even had to punch himself hard in the jaw when he thought of him , because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to control his mind from thinking about Snape.

Knowing where Snape was, Harry tried to kill him many times.He deliberately imagined Snape sitting in Dumbledore's chair, occupying everything that didn't belong to him, transforming Dumbledore's bright and warm office into a cellar as gloomy as the Potions office.He might be smirking smugly, looking down at Hogwarts from the top of the tallest tower, moving things, rewriting the school rules, obliterating all the most important things in Harry's memories.Every time he only thought of these, Harry could feel the rejection from the bottom of his heart.But most of the time even these fantasies don't work as they should.

Harry kicked the ground irritably.He was annoyed at himself for doubting what Snape really thought at a time like this.As time went on, he wavered more and more, and sometimes he couldn't help thinking about how he might try to forgive Snape if he found out that he was really on their side.

Hermione stood up abruptly.

Startled, Harry came back to his senses and hurriedly looked out the window.There were not many pedestrians on the street, among them was a tall man in black clothes who was very conspicuous. He was grabbing something in the void and dragging it vigorously.

While Harry was scrambling to figure out what to do, Hermione had knocked over her chair and ran downstairs.Before Harry could even say a word, he followed suit.He ran two steps at a time, and when he stepped down the last step, he heard Hermione yelling loudly: "Damn!"

Harry was speechless in shock.He ran up, and before he had time to think about it, he tore off Ron's invisibility cloak and covered it with the unconscious man.Ron was pale and at a loss.Hermione was out of breath, and ordered hastily: "There's an abandoned theater over there, take him in there!"

Ron cast a Levitation Charm, which took two spells to manage because his lips were trembling so much.Moving as fast as they could to the fire door Hermione had pointed out, they spelled it open and dragged the man down the dark backstage corridor.

"What should I do? It's all my fault! If I don't stick so close to him..."

Harry shook Ron's shoulder vigorously.

"We've been scouting for a week, and we can't learn much more time. When this man wakes up and reports, it will be harder for us to go in. Act! Now!"

"I agree too." Hermione was silent for a few seconds in the dark, "It's a good thing it's working time, Harry, let's go out and stun two more people, grab the locket and leave immediately."

Harry nodded.Time was very tight at the moment, and he couldn't worry about Ron's mood to comfort him more.Fortunately, after a short rest, Ron seemed to have calmed down. He whispered a fluorescent flash behind the two of them, and suddenly seemed to remember something, reminding Hermione: "Don't shout the spell so loudly later. Loud."

Whether Hermione ignored Ron or nodded and Harry couldn't see.He walked to the fire door and poked his head out to observe the environment.The invisibility cloak was still on the unconscious man, and everyone forgot about it.

So when Harry saw the little witch who suddenly appeared in front of him with a slight bang and looked at him with horrified eyes, he was no less shocked than the other side. "Damn out!" He almost roared angrily, at the same time, Hermione caught up and dragged him into the corridor, floating the gray-haired witch unconscious on the ground, and slammed the fire door shut.

They didn't dare to come out and listened to the movement behind the door for a while, and then moved the witch to a spacious place in the backstage, lying side by side with the first man.Ron was rummaging through the man's bag when he saw two people coming over and held up a golden proof coin.

"Found it," he said. "The man's name is Runcorn. It's too bad we've never heard that name before and have no idea what he is."

Harry nodded wildly.Now the arrow is on the string and has to be launched, no matter who the man is, they can only adapt to the situation.Now that two people have solved it, a third person is needed.

"Wait here." Ron said with a smile, his mood seemed to be completely calmed down. "A gentleman from the Magic Maintenance Department will come soon. That person has the hair we urgently need now."

Harry sat down and began to search in the witch's bag.It didn't feel good to rummage through other people's things. He tried not to come across strange-looking items such as mirrors and lipsticks, and pinched out small cards and proof coins with two fingers.

Soon, Ron and Hermione returned, and behind them floated a wizard who looked like a ferret. "We've got to hurry up, we're running out of time," said Hermione, taking three bottles from her beaded pouch and beginning to rip the hair out of the three people on the floor one by one.

"I've come to drink Runcorn," said Harry.Ron seemed to be very familiar with wizards like ferrets. If he was asked to pretend to be someone he didn't know, his adaptability must not be as good as his own.

"We should find someone who knows better..." Ron gave Harry a disapproving look.

"I'm looking forward to getting taller." Harry said, struggling to take off Runcorn's robe. "Besides, it's not easy to find someone now. We have to hurry up and get in."

The color of the three bottles of medicine has changed.One bottle is a pleasant-looking lavender, one is a normal-looking light gray, and the other is a disgusting muddy color.To be honest, Harry felt a little sick of drinking such a potion, but seeing that his friends had poured the Polyjuice Potion into their mouths without hesitation, he also took off his contact lenses and casually flicked aside, picked up his own The medicine closed his eyes and swallowed in one breath.

Two minutes later, Hermione, who had completed her transformation, threw away the flat glasses she pretended to be, and packed up the bags of the three of them.Ron had just recovered from the pain of being transformed and was touching his face.Harry knew his face must be crumpled even without looking in the mirror, and the Polyjuice Potion he'd drank tasted as horrible as the colour.

"Your bag." Ron looked up at Harry. "Wow, you're so tall."

Harry smiled, and put Runcorn's card and token into his pocket.He would have given Hermione the glasses, but he hadn't, instead shrunk them down and tucked them into his trousers pocket.He touched the prank props he was carrying, and sincerely prayed that none of them would be needed.

"Let's not care about anything else. They're looking for us, and whoever broke into the Ministry of Magic today, they'll put the blame on us. We don't care about adding another case," said Hermione, "Go in and act together, Find a way to find Umbridge's office, knock her unconscious, and take the locket. As long as we can escape the Ministry before she wakes up, we're done."

"Is this still the same Hermione?" Ron whispered.He smiled, but his face was pale.

"Not since the day we brought down the troll. The fight with Trelawney was a catalyst, and now Hermione is something new." Harry chuckled too.Hermione glared back at them.

The three of them cast a stun spell on each of the wizards who fell on the ground, and pushed open the fire door.They walked through the crowded 50 meters, and in front of them were steps surrounded by a black pointed fence.One side says male and the other side says female.

"I'll see you later." Hermione said, she lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, and followed a witch in a strange color of clothes into the room.Harry and Ron glanced at each other, followed behind a wizard, followed his example, stuffed their proof coins into a slit in the door, and entered the room.

Two people rolled out from the two doors next to each other, and fell into the huge shadow.Harry looked up in confusion, the Ministry of Magic in his memory was much brighter than it was now.Soon, he found the reason: the original golden fountain in the center of the hall turned into a huge black statue, making the atmosphere of the whole hall gloomy.

A figure flew out of the fireplace behind Harry and hit him hard on the back.Harry hadn't fully stood up yet, but it seemed that due to his height and weight, the wizard who flew out was knocked aside.

"Get out of here—oh, sorry, Runcorn!"

The wizard looked terrified and ran away in a panic.Harry was very unhappy with his new identity. In this period of time, the ones who could scare people so much must be the Death Eaters.But now he couldn't openly pull up his sleeves to see if there was a Death Eater logo on his forearm.

Harry stood in front of the fireplace with a sullen face, and many wizards who looked honest and responsible were frightened and quickly walked around.Ron called him softly from the side, and only then did he notice Hermione standing in front of the statue, beckoning to them furtively.

The author has something to say: double update today, pull out SS. SS can't take it anymore if she doesn't come out, she's in a bad mood.Miss him so much, laugh.