[HP Sirius] Sweet Potions

Three days later, Anna's condition has improved a lot.Half of the bandages were removed from her body, but she refused to remove the bandages from her face.Half of her face was taken up by the newly grown tender red flesh, so she looked very scary.

"I'm itching all over my body now." Anna said to Ersha with a sigh.Her voice is still very husky.

"Be patient," said Ursa, "you are recovering now."

At this time, a few guys in weird clothes walked into the ward uninvited.Two of them were men in suits and bright floral ties, and one was a young woman in glasses, holding a thick folder.

"Hello, Ms. Reid." One of the tall, somewhat bald men said in a cold tone, with a businesslike look.

"We are from the Ministry of Magic. We hope to ask you a few questions." Another man with a beard answered succinctly.He seemed much friendlier and even smiled at the mother and daughter.

"I've already talked to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters." Anna said with a frown.

"But we would like you to review what happened that day again, it would be very helpful to us," replied the slightly balding man.

Anna and Erza exchanged a quick glance.

"My mom needs a break," Ursa said.

"We know. But we won't take up a lot of time." The bearded man said with a smile, "By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet—we're from the Auror office, my name is Lucas Ha He's my colleague, Jason Claudine. And this lovely lady is Kristin Cook, the recorder."

"Enough introduction," Claudine interrupted. "We want to know, did you meet those two arsonists that day?"

"Of course." Anna replied wearily, "If you have read the previous records, you will know."

"I've read it. It says two men set the fire. Do you know what they looked like?"

Anna shook her head, "I don't know. I've made it very clear. Those are two men. One of them covered his face and the other wore a hood, so I couldn't see their faces. But the one with his face covered One man's voice sounded very young, definitely not over 20, and the other one was a bit older."

"Then do you know why they set the fire?"

For unknown reasons, Anna suddenly glanced at Ersha who was standing by the bed.

She hesitated for a moment, and the three waited in silence for her answer.

"Actually . . . I think they came after me," Anna said. "The two of them went straight into our house and killed Mrs. Robert—my landlord—like a madman. Then they came Go upstairs and try to subdue me with the Disarming Charm—"

"Wait a minute!" Ursa interrupted Anna suddenly, "What are you talking about? What's wrong with Mrs. Robert?"

"She's dead," Anna replied, looking at her sadly.

"The owner of that house, Tracy Robert, died before the fire started," said the young recorder. "She was killed by the Avada Kedavra."

"Oh no..." murmured Ursa, unable to believe it.

"Go on, please," Claudine said. "What happened?"

"But my reflexes were quicker, and I knocked the wands of the first guy flying, but I didn't expect there to be two of them. The older man was wearing an invisibility cloak, and he sneaked up on me from behind. They tied me up and asked me if I knew anything about Ian Grester."

Hearing the name, Erza gasped.

"I said I'd never heard that name, but they obviously didn't believe me. Then he tried to get me to tell the truth, and even gave me Veritaserum, but I really didn't know that damn Iraq Who is Ann Grester." Anna continued, "they couldn't get any information out of me, so they put an invisibility cloak on me and took me out of Mrs. Robert's house. The older one Tried to take me to their master, but the younger one wouldn't agree. There was an argument, and I took the opportunity to yank off the invisibility cloak with my only fingers... Then some Muggles saw me, and they called He wanted to call the police, so the older man set fire in a fit of rage. The young man tried to stop him but failed."

Claudini gave Ursa a sharp look. Her face was full of anxiety, and she didn't even need to look at her reddening hair to know that she was very anxious now.

"You know Ian Grester?" Claudine asked.

Ersha turned her head suddenly, realizing that it was she who was asking the question.

"No, I don't know." Ursa replied without thinking.

"If you remember anything, do tell us," Claudine said gravely. "You know your mother is in danger, don't you?"

Erza looked uncertainly at her mother, then at the three Ministry guys.

"You can trust us." Haas stared at Ursa and said, "The three of us are well-trained Aurors."

"...Ian Grester." Ursa replied with a sigh, "That's the pseudonym my father used to use."

Later, people from the Ministry of Magic asked Ersha about her father.Ursa answered everything she knew, and then she suddenly realized that she didn't know her dad as well as she thought.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Finally, Haas said, "We will send people to protect you and your mother, in case those guys come back again."

"Thank you," Erza said.

After sending the three of them away, Anna said helplessly to her daughter, "How much did you and your father hide from me?"

"He also hid a lot of things from me." Ursa replied with a sigh, "I didn't even know he was a silent man before. But I don't understand how they found you."

"I don't know," Anna said. "Maybe they found out we went to your father's house."

"Perhaps," said Ursa dejectedly.

"Don't think about it, these things are out of your control." Anna said with a smile, "Don't blame yourself for the bad things those Death Eaters did, okay? They are bad, but you are a kind girl, everyone knows this a little."

"I understand, Mom." Ursa forced a smile.

"But this is great." Anna yawned and said, "The two of us will be under the strict protection of the Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid we won't be able to get any privacy."

Ana was absolutely right, and Ursa soon found herself under [-]/[-] surveillance like a prisoner.

She had to accept the personal protection of a tall and burly Auror. Except in class and sleeping, that guy would follow her silently.

But she was not the only one who suffered similar treatment.

The Ministry of Magic suddenly began to send more people to Hogwarts to monitor all the entrances and exits of Hogwarts 24 hours a day, and no matter who entered or exited the castle, they were subject to strict inspection.Several professors were also subjected to inexplicable investigations, and their family backgrounds were thoroughly investigated.

This was because the Ministry of Magic had just received an anonymous letter not long ago, saying that Hogwarts had been mixed with Death Eaters.They didn't dare to tell the story, because they didn't want the people to panic too much, and they didn't want everyone to think that the Ministry of Magic lacked the strength to fight the dark arts-although most wizards already thought so.

However, this caused a lot of pressure on Hogwarts students.They don't like the feeling of being watched.

"Do you really think Death Eaters are among us?" a Gryffindor student asked loudly one day to an Auror who was patrolling the hall.

Everyone booed and agreed.

But the Auror ignored them at all, and went about his duties blankly.

In the evening of the weekend, Ersha returned to the office after dinner, only to find Sirius sitting behind her desk with a relaxed face, looking as relaxed as at home.

"Why are you here?" Erza blurted out.

"Don't worry, no one noticed me sneaking in. The Auror wasn't there, he just left to deal with a sudden dung explosion in the dungeon."

"Oh, don't tell me you made that explosion."

Sirius smiled, "Don't be stupid, it's not me." He paused, "But I offered them a little help by giving them two kinds of dung eggs that work best."

Ursa sighed helplessly, she walked to the sofa and sat down, and said wearily: "Now is not the time to do such things, Sirius... I thought you could be more mature."

Sirius lowered his legs and raised his legs.

"Are you mad?" he said with a wink.

"A little bit." Ursa replied immediately.

"I admit it's a bit immature." Sirius stood up suddenly, came to Ersa and sat down.

Erza looked at him a little warily.

Sirius leaned close to her ear and said ambiguously: "Then how about we do something mature now?"

"Oh, no, I'm not in the mood right now." Ursa sighed, "I haven't had a good rest these days. Please, Sirius, just leave."

Sirius stopped moving.

"I'm sorry." He suddenly looked a little downcast, "I just want to comfort you and make you happy—well, since you said so, I'll go now."

After he finished speaking, he didn't leave immediately, but looked at Ersha with a begging look.

Erza looked back at him.

She suddenly felt that he looked so much like a poor dog that he almost wagged his tail.

"Okay, okay...you stay." Ursa said softly.

"Wonderful. We had a terrible Valentine's Day this year, so I want to make it up to you now." Sirius said with a smile, and he suddenly changed into a serious look, gently holding one of Ersha's hand, and kissed tenderly, "Will you dance with me, lovely lady?"

"But we have no music," said Ursa.

Sirius stood up suddenly, walked to the corner, lifted a piece of red flannel, and miraculously revealed an old golden gramophone.

"Where did you get this thing?" said Ursa in surprise.

"I found it in the storage room," Sirius replied.

He deftly shook the handle to wind it up, and set the phonograph needle in place.

A piece of beautiful music came, and a woman's voice softly sang a beautiful chanson in French.

Sirius held out his hand to Ursa, pretending to be a standard upper-class aristocrat, "Come on, Miss Green."