Harriet Potter

February passed day by day, and the weeds in the middle of Grimmauld Place sprouted new shoots in the warmer sunshine. The tenants of No. 12 have not been discovered by the surrounding people. No. 12 itself is unknown, and the Muggle residents have long been Get used to the ridiculous mistake of number 11 next to number 13.

But the plaza now attracts a small group of visitors who seem interested in the anomaly.Almost every day, one or two people came to Grimmauld Place, leaned on the railing facing 11 and 13, and gazed at the junction of the two houses.Every day the peepers come is different from the previous day, but none of them seem to like normal attire.Most of the Londoners who pass by here are used to seeing exotic clothes, so they don't pay attention.

I looked out the dusty window and saw a voyeur rush forward excitedly as if he had finally seen something interesting, then back away disappointed, knowing Hermione was back.

"Good evening, Harry, Ron, and—whether you're here or not—Padfoot and Prongs." A few minutes later she went into the study, shut the door behind her, and tossed the newspaper on the piled tabletop. on the note.

James and Sirius greeted his greeting with smiles beside me, and I conveyed it.Hermione has always been reluctant to call James by his first name, and "Mr. Potter and Sirius" sounded too strange, so the nickname became a more casual name instead, probably related to the Marauder's Map.I think it would be much better if she could see both of them.Ron later chose the same name as hers, which James and Sirius had no problem with anyway.

"Still preaching the same old story, Harry's bounty has gone up again, other than that the hunt list hasn't changed." She concluded as Ron flipped through the newspaper, "There's nothing new from the guard, I've been listening all day Complaints to the goblins. There's so little information we can get without going in."

"You have gone in enough times. Too many confusion spells cast by the guards can easily arouse suspicion. And there is only so much information that can be obtained at the counter." I probably slowed down by two syllables when I conveyed, Hermione and Luo Endu looked at me, so I pointed to my right and added, "Sirius said."

"Okay, Sirius," Hermione folded her arms and stared at where I pointed, a little out of position for Sirius' face, and I suspect she's been organizing words for this argument all day. "As for your proposed plan, I still don't think we should involve Kreacher."

"I said that no one would embarrass house elves. I know better than you on this point." Sirius would probably sigh if he was still angry. No more questions. Half of the Death Eaters were raised by elves, and the rest of them had that bullshit theory etched into their brains. They knew that interrogating elves was useless. "

"We don't know if everyone thinks that! What if someone decides to try?" said Hermione. "Or worse - what if they know Kreacher is Harry's elf and decide to kill him?"

"Harry can order Kreacher to Apparate away immediately if things go wrong, and you are right behind them. It's not too late to give orders directly."

"Then you'll have to fight all the way out, and aside from the two wretches at the door, goblins are not easy to deal with-this is what James said." I took the newspaper from Ron, "The problem is that even Elf, you can't Apparate after entering the vault either. I've heard that the way goblins deal with intruders is to lock them up in the vault for a few months and then clean it up..." I paused, talking to Ron Hermione was also taken aback by the horrific picture James had drawn.

"That's what I'm going to say," said Hermione dryly. "We all know what we're going to do, but if the worst happens...we can't get Kreacher involved. It's wizards' war, not his. .”

"Anyway, I can always use the Patronus to send a letter outside. The mysterious person probably won't let me be buried in the vault in obscurity." I said, "As long as I can get out, we can let Kreacher escape, and maybe take some Two people."

"That person has to be you." Ron said firmly.

Before I could refute, the door of the study was knocked three times suddenly, and I subconsciously fell silent. Then I remembered that the whole room had been cast with an ear-plug spell, and the content of our argument could not be heard outside.I walked over with the Resurrection Stone in one hand and the wand in the other, and opened the door with an Arahor opening spell. Outside the door, Kreacher bowed deeply to me.I summoned him back after moving into Grimmauld Place, Hermione was still a bit sensitive about being served by house elves, but after Kreacher cooked us our first supper, it was much easier to convince her , and Kreacher is clearly very happy to be back in his old home.He's making rapid progress over the mental block of Hermione's blood, and if we can live here another month, he might be able to treat Ron and Hermione equally.

"Dinner is ready, Miss Harry, and Master Ron and Miss Hermione." Kreacher said hoarsely, "Do you want to eat now?"

"Thanks, Kreacher. Let's go down right now," I said.

Kreacher bowed again and disappeared with a snap.Ron went out first, and Sirius and Hermione were still arguing in a low voice until the moment before we entered the kitchen.

Now all the surfaces in the kitchen are new: the copper pots and pans are polished to a rosy sheen, the wooden tabletops are polished to a shine, and the dinner plates are set and glisten in the fire, simmering over merry flames. With a cauldron.The invisibility cloak that Hermione had worn earlier was hanging on the wall, and next to it were two other invisibility cloaks and a lot of freshly laundered old-fashioned robes.

We sat down at one end of the long table, and Kreacher whistled as he scooped onion soup into the little bowls in front of us. I eagerly sipped the soup, singing my praises, while James and Sirius hissed.Then Kreacher brought up a large plate of delicious croissants.

"I still think my mum does better," said Ron defensively, his mouth full of soup and bread.

"Anything new here today?" Hermione asked as she filled her second bowl of soup.

"Kingsley came over at noon and brought us two spare invisibility cloaks." Ron replied, "He told us that Tonks's due date is May 5, but her condition is not very good, no Knowing if the baby will last to full term. She is still very depressed and throws a lot of tantrums because Remus and Mrs. Tonks have ordered her to stay in bed."

"I still can't believe Moonface fucked my niece," Sirius muttered behind me.

"Watch your language, Padfoot," James said.

"Harry's grown up, Fork," Sirius said dismissively, "You and Lily made the most of every plane in the castle when you were her age—"

The second half of his sentence turned into a muffled whine, I laughed so hard I choked onion soup out of my nose, and Kreacher came running to hand me a clean handkerchief.

"I can't get used to this." Ron shook his head, and Hermione patted me on the back.

"So, no one died?" she confirmed, and Ron responded in the affirmative.

Kingsley knew about it on the third day after we arrived in Grimmauld Place, and he and Lupine, he said, came here regularly to check on any unwanted visitors.The last time Kingsley showed up, he told us about the murder of four Muggle families on the outskirts of the city, and that Luna was taken off the Hogwarts Express on the train home before Christmas; Leswell, Tonks' father Tad, and a goblin named Gonuk are killed.Ted and Dirk, both Muggle-born, disappeared after the registration began, and apparently the Death Eaters eventually found them.Judging from the things left in the tent, Ted and the others were still acting together with Dean and another goblin. They sacrificed their lives to cover their companions' escape. There is still no news of the escaped people.

"The next broadcast password for 'Potter's Watch' is 'Albus', but because the manhunt in Hogsmeade after Christmas has been several times stricter than before, they have never had the chance to broadcast." I breathed a sigh of relief .

"Could it be that they noticed our actions?" Hermione frowned.

"Possibly. Travers looked skeptical that night, but I've checked with the double-sided mirror, and Aberforth is in no trouble." With a sudden sting in the scar, I put down the spoon and rubbed it rub.

Kreacher immediately ran over again. "Master's soup is not finished. Does the master want a delicious stew, or the syrupy fruit pie that the master likes very much?"

"Let's have a pie first," I replied.

"Harry?" James put a hand on my shoulder, a smoky touch I'm used to and appreciate.

"It's him, something happened," I said, answering all four of them at the same time.

"Did he find out about the Horcruxes?" Ron asked.

"I don't think so," I replied, trying to search for the fragment that had just seeped into my mind without entering Voldemort's mind, "He was really angry, I thought... maybe he killed someone else... something came to an end , he... intends to return to the country."

"He killed...?" Hermione whispered in horror.

"I don't know." I took a bite of the pie, "Should I...?"

"No," said Hermione and James at the same time.

Despite my eagerness to get back to the study to continue the discussion, I let Hermione and Ron finish dessert first, lest Kreacher think we didn't like what he had prepared.Avoiding him is less necessary now, but since there is a possibility that our plans may involve him and we cannot consult with him, at least it shouldn't be talked about around him as if he didn't exist.

"You won't be around for long," Sirius said as soon as the door closed.

"Maybe like Aberforth said, he's not interested in petty theft?" Ron asked with luck.

"Breaking into the Ministry of Magic is a big deal, even by Voldemort's standards. He'll want to know the details," James said. "I advise you not to count on that luck."

"On the other hand, I'm afraid you can only hope for luck." Sirius said seriously, "Both James and I have been to the highest security vaults in Gringotts, but as we discovered during our previous discussions, entering The routes of the vaults are completely different, once you go to the wrong place, there is no chance of turning back, and the defense mechanism of each vault is likely to be different, it is impossible to knock on the door one by one like visiting neighbors."

"How about this, let's act tomorrow." I said, and Hermione took a breath, "Now we choose a vault that we think is the most likely, and we will go to it tomorrow. It is better to find the Horcrux, and it is impossible to find it." Nothing to lose. Once You-Know-Who finds out we're destroying the Horcruxes, he'll keep them with him—just enough to save us the time of guessing their whereabouts."

"But we don't know anything about what happens after we enter the vault!" Hermione said, "It's entirely up to luck whether we can get out or not. This is simply going to die!"

"She's right, Harry," James said. "It's not an adventure anymore. You don't know what organs are in the vault, you don't know which vault the Horcrux is in, and you're not even sure whether it is stored in Gringotts." , such a possibility is not worth risking your life to gamble on.”

"Then what? Cancel the Gringotts plan?" I asked irritably. "We just wasted more than two months?"

"At least you had some nice chats with us." I shot Sirius a look, and he shrugged.

A look of disenchantment suddenly came across Hermione's face, her mouth gaping open and her hands waving for our attention.

"Luck!" she cried. "Felix Felix!"

James and Sirius looked puzzled. I haven't caught up with the new topic, but Ron has already remembered it.

"You won it from Slughorn in the first Potions class last year with King...Snape, remember?" he said, as Hermione rummaged through the beaded packet on the table. up.

"Oh." James grimaced.

"I found it when I was packing up, and I put it in when I thought it would be useful." Hermione held up the small bottle of golden liquid in front of us, "I found it in your sock, by the way. "

The other three looked at me from the bottle, and I cleared my throat.

"That...seems pretty safe," I argued.

"Well, now it's worth the gamble." Sirius and James exchanged a satisfied look, "We've always wanted to take a sip of this stuff and do something really earth-shattering...I gotta say, Compared with what you guys are going to do next, our little fantasies can be completely lost."