Harriet Potter

I manifested within the range of the protection spell, adjusted the invisibility cloak, and blocked the exposed half of my arm.The surrounding grass has turned yellow, and the cold water seeps into my sneakers from the ankle. It seems that it has just rained here.After entering October, the weather quickly became bitterly cold, and the sudden heavy wind and rain brought us a lot of trouble. Fortunately, there were trees near the tent to weaken the wind.We've started to have Death Eaters hanging out at two of our usual Apparition locations, but it won't be long before we don't need them, so it's not a big deal.

"I'm Harriet Potter, you're Ronald Weasley, the first year in my compartment on the Hogwarts Express, and the first chocolate frog picture you gave me was Deng Not a lot."

"I can hardly remember the details." Ron grinned and let me into the tent, "What's the matter?"

Hermione also looked over worriedly. There was a mess of notes and hand-drawn maps on the table in front of her. These were the things they were studying just now, and we had accumulated little by little over the past four weeks.Because of Mr. Weasley's relationship, Ron was very familiar with that time since he was a child. Through the information he provided, during this time we took turns wearing the invisibility cloak to follow the people who went to work in the ministry, eavesdropped on the conversation, and figured out who Will appear individually at the same time every day.

"Nothing new, just the same clichés, the manhunt list hasn't changed, no one has been arrested or killed." I threw a few cans and a roll of the "Daily Prophet" on the table and rubbed them to freeze in the cold wind. up hand.

"Looks like I'd better wear thicker clothes and gloves tomorrow." Hermione said as she picked up the newspaper and pushed a teacup filled with bluebell-colored flames, which I gratefully held. "It looks like their attempt to interview Snape has failed again."

Ron snorted, "What can he say? 'I'm so honored to have been headmaster after killing Dumbledore' or 'Two Death Eaters have become professors at Hogwarts and we're going to make persistent efforts'?"

"I don't believe Professor Bubbaji resigned voluntarily," Hermione said behind the newspaper, "She published an article at the end of last term speaking up for Muggles and werewolves, and she resigned over the summer, and someone must have looked for her. "

The chill that should have been left outside the tent enveloped me again. Caredy Bubbaji, the former Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts, was in Dolohov's head the last time I saw her.

"She's dead," I said.

"what?"

"Caredy Bubbaji is dead, I saw it in Dolohov's mind." I clenched the cup tightly in my hand, "You-Know-Who killed her, in front of all the Death Eaters."

The newspaper fell from Hermione's hand, revealing her horrified face, "Did you ever—"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Ron interrupted her.

"We were running for our lives."

"After all this time—"

"I'd rather forget about it, okay? I watched Vu-You-Know-Who kill her and make Nagini eat her body!" My voice rose uncontrollably, "You guys think I'd be happy Remember that? Or is this some good memory to share? You don't know how much I thought when you asked us what to do with them—"

"Harry!" Hermione called.

"Relax, buddy." Ron held up his hands. "Nobody's trying to blame you. We just thought it was a little... weird."

I forced myself to calm down and looked at them in turn, and they looked back carefully, obviously terrified.

"Um... would you like some tea?" Ron asked tentatively.

"I'll go soak and get something to eat by the way." I said, picked up the can and went into the kitchen.

I clinked as much as I could while making tea and roast beef sandwiches to stop myself from listening to what Hermione and Ron were whispering about.After a while, Ron brought out the tea, and when I went out with the sandwich plate, I saw that the table had been cleared away. They sat at the table, each holding a cup of tea, and it seemed that they had reached an agreement .Ron smiled nervously at me and took a sip of his drink in disguise, and I got ahead of them.

"We should go tomorrow."

Hermione was dumbfounded, and Ron choked on his tea.

"Tomorrow?" asked Hermione. "You're not serious, are you, Harry?"

"I am," I said, "we won't be much better prepared for another month's scouting than we are now. The longer we delay the further we will be from the locket. It is likely that Umbridge has thrown it away, That thing won't open."

"Unless," said Ron, "she managed to open it and is now possessed by it."

"It doesn't make any difference to her, she's already evil enough."

Hermione bit her lip, lost in thought.

"We know all the important facts," I said, "they're no longer Apparating in and out of the Ministry, and now only the homes of the most senior people in the Ministry are connected to the Floo network, that's when Ron heard the two clerks complain Said. We know roughly where Umbridge's office is, because you heard the goatee say to his companion—"

"'I'm going up to the second floor, and Dolores wants to see me,'" Hermione recited immediately.

"Exactly," said Harry, "and we knew we had to use one of those ridiculous coin-like things, or tokens, or whatever they were called, to get in, because I saw the witch borrow one from a friend—"

"But we didn't!"

"If the plan works out, we'll have it."

"I don't know, Harry, I don't know . . . there are so many things that can go wrong, so many places that depend on luck . . . "

"Even if we spend another three months preparing. It's time to act."

Now Ron and Hermione's faces were filled with another fear, and I wasn't all that confident myself, but I believed it was time to implement the plan.

"Okay," Ron said slowly, "assuming we go tomorrow... I think it's just Harry and me."

"Oh, don't bring that up again!" sighed Hermione, "I think we've all agreed."

"It's one thing to spy at the door while wearing an invisibility cloak, but it's another thing now, Hermione." Ron rummaged for a while, and grabbed a dirty copy of the "Daily Prophet" from two months ago. "You're on the list of Muggle-borns who didn't go to the censorship!"

"And you're supposed to be dying of varicella at the Burrow! If there's anyone who shouldn't be going, it's Harry, she's got ten thousand Galleons on her—"

"Okay, I'll stay here," I said, "if you beat You-Know-Who, send me a message, okay?"

Ron laughed, and Hermione gave me a look I used to be familiar with, and laughed a little too.I shrugged and picked up a sandwich.

"Then it's settled."

We went over the action plan over and over until we recited it word for word, and we didn't go to bed until late at night.Tomorrow we will need the best condition, so there is no vigil tonight. I went out to check around before going to bed to make sure there is nothing unusual around the tent.Then I stopped in a corner outside the tent, so that they wouldn't see the light of my wand from the tent wall to the kitchen.I rechecked the contents of the donkey skin bag hanging around my neck, and took out a photo.This is one of the few images I have of my parents, Prongs, Padfoot, Moonface, and Wormtail smiling at me shoulder-to-shoulder as I watch their young faces whisper the plan back to me Give it a try and they'll love it.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione's voice was muffled by the tent.

"Nothing," I responded, putting the photo back in the bag.

Dawn came chasing midnight, seeming to lose its footing in haste.I was woken up by Hermione knocking on a newspaper roll, and when I looked down, I saw her face with a slightly crazy expression, as if the exam was about to come, and Ron's legs were still in the sleeping bag at her feet, yawning.

"You don't look very well," said Ron as I set the buns on the table.

"It'll be fine in a while." I yawned.

We chomped down on breakfast while we checked our plans one last time, and Hermione checked my donkey skin bag to make sure I wasn't missing the Invisibility Cloak, Polyjuice Potion, Telescoping Ears, Decoy Potions, and all sorts of quick-acting skipping candies.After she helped me put the Untraceable Stretch Charm on the bag, I convinced her to move the important things here. A bag that only the owner can open is safer.The donkey-skin pouch wasn't quite as massive as her beaded pouch that was soon to be a traveling library, but it was large enough to hold most items needed for the mission.

Half an hour later we all had new Ministry employee status.I'm Mafalda Hopcock, I'm probably a clerk or something, and she's the one who looks like me the most among the chosen targets; Ron has turned into Reggie Cattermole from the Magical Repair Service, poor thing The man looked rather sluggish, and his Muggle-born wife had been sent to Azkaban not long ago; then we managed to get Hermione's hair from Leah Scoresby, from the coveralls in her bag. Judging from the sign, it belongs to the Department of Law Enforcement.

"It looks like yours is the worst." Ron gloated at the small bottle of thick yellow-green stuff in Hermione's hand. "I think her hairspray might be poisonous."

"Why didn't anyone mention she uses hairspray before?" Hermione growled under her breath. "Polyjuice won't make you grow hairspray!"

She hurried into the theater to transform, and Ron rolled his eyes and threw his hands at me, "Shouldn't you tell her that we couldn't trick the woman into eating the nosebleed nougat, so we just knocked her out?"

"If she gets more nervous, she might kill someone on the spot." I whispered, "But we can remind her a little bit."

Leah Scholsby came thumping out of the theater a moment later, looking shrewd and aggressive in a low bun.But in the next second, Hermione sprained her foot on the steps and fell to the ground.

"Damn heels!" Hermione said angrily. "I'm fine! Give me a minute..."

"You'd better cut off the heel." Ron held back a smile and helped her, letting her lean on him to stretch her ankle. "We have to be ready to escape at any time."

"Looks like you and the two of us don't get on very well—the people we've become, I mean," I reminded Hermione as she tried on the treated shoes. Look suspicious. Remember to be arrogant."

"He's in it, isn't he?" Ron grinned, and Hermione hit him.

After confirming that there was no problem with Hermione's normal activities, we walked out of the alley together and walked 50 meters along the sidewalk. There were two steps protected by black pointed fences, marked "male" and "female" respectively. have a look.

"See you later." Ron waved to Hermione and me, and walked to the other side.

The author has something to say: Imagine Hermione getting out of bed and kicking Ron awake, stepping over him, grabbing the newspaper and slapping Harry on the forehead...