Harriet Potter

The place used to be a small café on Tottenham Palace Road, but now it's not much different from a pile of ruins with overturned tables and chairs and half of the wall collapsed.Me, Ron, and Hermione stood in the middle of this mess, staring at two subdued Death Eaters, covered in soot and in shock.

"Are you—are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" Hermione asked cautiously, looking from me to Dolohov, who was frozen on the ground.

"I've got to do this, don't I?" I swallow, "They found us within minutes of apparating from the wedding, and we're going to go anywhere if we don't figure out what's going on." Can't hide from them."

"They've also learned Occlumency, haven't they?" Ron kicked Dolohov.

"Not necessarily, Snape said that Occlumency is a very remote form of magic," I said, making up my mind, and turning to the two of them, "if I remind you or, well, react strongly... just I'm knocked out, okay?"

Ron tensed his face as if he was facing an enemy, and Hermione hadn't given up trying to persuade me.

"But what if he gets into your brain and sees what's inside?" she asked.

"No." I wish I was as sure as I sounded, "Since I can defend against Snape, I can also defend against his intrusion, and he won't see any secrets." Opening my mouth, I raised my wand, "Legiliency!"

I've never actively hacked into someone's brain before.The good news is that Dolokhov doesn't seem to have learned Occlumency, and I haven't been much hindered; the bad news is that getting into his brain is as bad as breaking into an open hell, and I suspect he doesn't need Occlumency The technique can make others intimidated.

Then I backed out, my knees hurting from the tiles, gasping and retching.Both Hermione and Ron crouched beside me, as if shouting and asking questions, which I couldn't make out for a moment.

"It's V—the name of the mysterious man." I said when my vision finally recovered. "They put a curse on the name of the mysterious man, and anyone who speaks that word directly will be tracked."

"No wonder," murmured Ron, and Hermione gasped as she had just said Voldemort's name.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking around, and I noticed that even though Ron had turned off the lights, someone was poking around. "We've got to get going."

"What are we going to do with them?" Ron whispered in the dark, and then lowered his voice again. "Get them out? Or they'll kill us. Almost got it just now."

Hermione shuddered and took a step back.I took a deep breath, maybe the invasion of Dolokhov's brain just now weakened my closure of my own brain, and my scar began to hurt sharply again.Dark thoughts surged up with what I had just seen in his mind, and I tried to suppress them back.

"We just need to wipe their memory," I said, "so they don't have a clue. Killing them would reveal that we were here."

"You're still good," said Ron, visibly relieved, "but I've never learned the Oblivion Charm. Did Snape teach you that, Harry?"

"No, I only know how to retrieve memories." I replied.

"I haven't learned it, but I know the principle." Hermione said, she took a moment to calm herself down, and then pointed her wand at Dolohov's forehead, "Forget nothing!"

It's hard to say what the specific effect will be, but at least it seems that Dolohov's reaction is similar to that of the people I've seen with the memory spell.Then Hermione did the same with another Death Eater, Dolphin Rolle, and the café waitress, while Ron and I tried to restore the place as best we could.

We argued briefly about the next destination. I advocated going to 12 Grimmauld Place, the old headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but since Snape was also the keeper there, this proposal was firmly rejected by Ron and Hermione. be opposed to.It wasn't easy to convince them that Snape wasn't on Voldemort's side for a while, so I gave up and let Hermione take us to the Forest of Dean, where she had camped with her parents.

We camped at the bottom of a gentle slope, borrowing a tent from Mr. Weasley, which we lived in once during our third year summer vacation when we went to the Quidditch World Cup.After Hermione put a bunch of protective spells on the edge of the tent and we got in, it was just as I remembered it, much bigger than it looked, a small suite with bunk beds, bathroom and kitchenette.

"I'm going to make some tea." Hermione took out a kettle and cups that were several times the size of the bag from her small bag, and went into the kitchen.Even though she explained the traceless stretching spell on the pouch, I couldn't help but stare at it for a while.

"What did you say about the others?" Ron asked.

I turned around and saw that he looked terrified, apparently he was forcibly suppressing it in front of Hermione just now.Similar feelings came out of me: The Burrow had been breached by Death Eaters, the Weasleys and Lupine were there, and I couldn't accept that any of them had an accident.

"They'll be fine." I said, and couldn't help pressing my forehead.

"Your scar...?"

"It hurts." I closed my eyes, preventing Voldemort's thoughts from spreading again. "I think he's agitated now...I'm trying to keep him out of my head."

"Can you... can you look into the mind of the mysterious man?" Ron said suddenly, I opened my eyes and found that he looked helpless and fanatical, "see if he is in my house, did he kill... ...how to whom..."

"I can not……"

"You've gone in before, but the mysterious man didn't notice. And you're much better now than you were then, you just got into Dolohov's mind..."

Hermione's hot tea arrived just in time, and Ron stopped talking and didn't bring up the matter again.The scalding temperature of the tea dispelled some of the chill that accompanied the night and our fears. We held the hot tea cups tightly for comfort, sat silently by the bed, and only exchanged a few insignificant chats occasionally.Hermione squealed when the silver weasel landed among us and splashed the tea on herself.

"The family is safe, there is no need to reply, we are under surveillance." Mr. Weasley's voice said.

The Patronus disappeared, and Ron let out a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a groan, and nearly slid on the floor as Hermione leaned in and grabbed his arm.

"They're all right, they're all right!" Hermione whispered, and Ron gave a half-smile and hugged her tightly.He glanced at me over Hermione's shoulder and let go of his arms, "Harry, I—"

"It's all right," I said, feeling sick with the headache. "It's your family, and of course you have to worry. I'd worry too—I did."

Hermione looked between Ron and me questioningly, and walked away from Ron, her attention immediately focused on my action of pressing the scar.Sure enough, after understanding the situation, she repeatedly emphasized to me that the idea of ​​prying information from Voldemort's mind must be dispelled, and he should be completely kept out of his mind.In the next few hours, we repeatedly discussed the next step. Most of the core members of the Order of the Phoenix were not afraid to say Voldemort's name. When people are under surveillance, there is no good way to think of it for a while.After that, we were mainly sketching on a blueprint, which was already filled with my guesses about where the remaining Horcruxes were hidden, and Hermione added a lot of content to it.

"What if he didn't put things in the old purebloods?" Hermione underlined "Lestrange." "I was reading some old Prophet before, um, leaving school , I found information about Irene Prince, she married a Muggle named Tobia Snape. Snape is a half-breed, and the mysterious man still thinks highly of him."

"But someone who doesn't belong to an ancient pure-blood family has no qualifications for hiding things," I said. "If it weren't for the level of protection of the Gringotts vault, I think he would rather use a spell to hide it himself."

"So it's Avery, Blake, Burke, Carrow, Flint, Lestrange, Malfoy, Knott, Parkinson, Rochelle, Rolle, Travers, Yaxley People from 13 families may have helped the mysterious man hide the Horcrux?" Ron grinned, "Do you know what kind of range this is?"

"Some of them are not that closely related to You-Know-Who, and only the Malfoy, Lestrange, Black, Rochelle, Burke, and Travers families have top-secret accounts at Gringotts." The family vault." Hermione said hesitantly, "Maybe we can just consider these? After all, that's the biggest advantage of giving things to them, isn't it?"

"How do you know that?" Ron asked.

"I asked Bill last time after Harry said she guessed You-Know-Who might have given some of the Horcruxes to trusted Death Eaters—I didn't tell him what we were going to do!" She added hastily, "I don't know anything Didn't tell him, just asked if he knew anything about it, and he asked some goblins he knew, and didn't ask me any questions—except to warn me not to try to rob the place."

"That's the way he is," said Ron, "so we'll just have to go through those six vaults, which is a lot easier."

"I think Malfoy can get rid of it, vol—the diary that the You-Know-Who kept in them has been destroyed, and I don't think he'll put two Horcruxes in the same place." I said, "Bock can also Get rid of it, You-Know-Who has worked in Borgin-Bocks and knows he'll sell anything for money."

"Since most Horcruxes are made from Founder's Relics, it's hard to imagine Borgin resisting the temptation to sell them at a premium," agreed Hermione.

"What if they didn't keep the Horcrux in Gringotts?" asked Ron. "What if they kept it in, say, their basement?"

"Then we can only hope that searching their home isn't much harder than searching Gringotts," I said, and Ron laughed.

"If that's the case, the scope will expand again. I need more information to determine who was most valued by You-Know-Who at that time." Hermione poked the quill into the ink bottle anxiously, "Why didn't I look more at it last year?" ? The library has stored decades of old archives and newspapers—”

"Besides handing it over to these people, where else could the mysterious man hide the Horcrux?" Ron hurriedly interrupted.

"Hogwarts." I said without hesitation. There is no place with greater commemorative significance for Tom Riddle than Hogwarts. "Dumbledore said he suspected You-Know-Who had tampered with the castle the last time he returned to Hogwarts."

"Where do you think he'll be placed, Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione asked.

"Or Room of Requirement," said Ron.

"According to what we heard in second grade, the Chamber of Secrets has not been opened for 50 years. As for the Room of Requirement," I recalled the scene I saw in the Room of Requirement that day, "there are a lot of things hidden in that room. He should You can immediately realize that this place has been discovered by many people.”

"Did you see anything that looked like a founder's relic when you went in?" Ron asked.

"Honestly, I don't have much time to look," I said.

"Anyway, we'll have to look them all up," Hermione decided, writing "The Chamber of Secrets" and "The Room of Requirement" in a circle next to "Hogwarts."

"What about the Slytherin common room or something?" Ron asked.

"He only spent an hour or two at Hogwarts, and most of that time was still in Dumbledore's office." I replied, "I can't think of how he can add such complicated protection to the common room in such a short period of time." The curse hasn't been discovered yet. There must be some safe place ready."

Ron wanted to say something more, but his stomach growled suddenly, so Hermione pulled out the sandwiches and pies she had brought before the wedding, and we ate them with the water from our tea.With no more than two sandwiches left over, it doesn't look like food will be an issue for long.

We were all exhausted from the day, and after dinner we decided to go to bed and discuss further tomorrow.We allocated beds, Ron insisting on sleeping on the floor, and Hermione and I taking bunk beds.With the pain from the scar still lingering, I thought it was better to stay awake, so I proposed to let the two of them go to bed first, and I would watch the first night shift.

I crept into the tent in the wee hours of the morning, intending to remind Ron of his shift, but saw his arm outside his sleeping bag, and Hermione's arm dangling over the edge of the bed, her hands close together.

They must have fallen asleep holding hands.The thought made me feel a sudden, intense loneliness.

(TBC)

The author has something to say: The biggest reason for the three people to go to Grimmauld Place in the original book is that they suspect that Harry still has traces on him, so that no matter where they use magic, they will not be safe, relatively speaking, they are still protected by the Fidelity Charm The lower Grimmauld Place is the best place to stay.However, now that they knew that Zongsi wasn't the reason they were being followed, of course they wouldn't go to Grimmauld Place (forced to justify themselves).