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The voice echoed: "Of course, Scarbio, these wizards in nice clothes make me hungry."

The dance floor, which was extremely noisy a few minutes ago, is now very quiet, very quiet, and the heavy footsteps of the werewolf resounded on the dance floor, until——Harry, who lowered his eyes slightly, saw the black shadow getting closer to him, and then, The footsteps stopped.

A pair of large hobnailed boots approached Harry, and at the same time there was a smell of dust, sweat, and blood-Harry had made the smell of blood stronger, and now he looked up and looked directly at Gray. On Burke's face, he once again saw the matted gray beard, pointed yellow teeth, and aphthous sores at the corners of his mouth.

"You smell like the boy who slit my stomach open." Harry recognized a tremor in Greyback's husky, grim voice, but he didn't know whether it was the memory of the pain or...excitement. .

"You have a good nose? But I don't know anything about smells." Harry said flatly, "But if I can, I certainly don't mind cutting your stomach open."

The other party laughed loudly: "It's a very bold statement, yes, then if I ask you if you know Longbottom's whereabouts, will you give me the same answer? Tell the Death Eaters where your classmate is now... ..."

"Sorry," interrupted Harry, "I don't know where he is. Slytherins have never been on good terms with Gryffindors."

"A little Slytherin?" Greyback pinched Harry's chin with two dirty fingers and studied his face. "How do I know you're not lying..." His foul-smelling breath came into the mouth. Harry's nostrils, "Unless you can use a Cruciatus to prove that what you said is true."

Lily gripped her wand tightly.

"One Cruciatus is enough to send you back to Azkaban." Harry was forced to lift his chin, his half-lidded eyelids made his eyes look contemptuous, and the werewolf stared into Harry's eyes, hearing him Said such a sentence coldly.

Greyback laughed, maybe he really thought it was funny, even the funny suppressed his urge to goug out Harry's eyes at that moment, "Don't tell me if I will use Unforgivable on you Curse and be judged, boy, but I must tell you that Azkaban, now in name only, cannot hold me."

Harry smiled.

But death can.And soon Azkaban will tower over your hearts again.

He didn't say that, though, because a loud apparition caught everyone's attention, and a man in a black cloak hurried in and pointed his wand at the back of Greyback's heart, which was hidden by a broad hat. The small half of his face, the voice so familiar to Harry was dull and full of anger at the moment, which made him show some characteristics far beyond his age.

"Fenrir Greyback," Draco said, raising his wand and pointing it straight at the werewolf's face, "you'd better stay away from him."

"Is this a warning?" Fenrir slowly let go of Harry's jaw, and looked at the marks left by his nails.

Draco sneered: "Could it still be kind persuasion?"

"Oh..." Greyback sighed like a wolf whimpering: "Little Malfoy has a worse temper than old Malfoy." The werewolf looked at his long nails and sighed.He looked at Draco, then at Harry, and after a while he finally understood, and said, "Draco, is this the little bride you are going to marry soon?"

"Boom -" a loud noise.

Draco put away his wand, tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes were like the smoke from a werewolf's heavy fall to the ground: "I warned you." His words seemed to have stronger power than the spell, "If You say one more word, and I'll make you bark like a poor dog."

"What a lovely metaphor, Draco," said Sirius as he walked in slowly.

Harry: "..." What a beautiful coincidence, Harry sighed in his heart, and then he heard Lily cough lightly, as if she was holding back a smile.

Draco looked at Harry silently, the brim of his hat almost covered his eyes, Harry looked back into those eyes, then silently turned his head away.

The other wizards and Death Eaters watched in silence.

"Black?!" Scarbio, who had been giving orders, frowned, no longer in the tone that Shi Shiran seemed to have everything under control, but asked Sirius almost questioningly, "What are you doing here? "

Sirius' handsome face showed his trademark arrogant expression: "Isn't this obvious? Scabio, of course I'm here to assist you—compared to ours, your progress is really too slow."

"You see too, Blake, there are so many people here..." Scabio said angrily, "and you went..."

"The Tonks's," Sirius kindly reminded him.

"Yes, the Tonks family! There are only two old men and women who have no strength to resist, and his daughter is even here..." Before he finished speaking, someone interrupted him.

It was Tonks, her hair turning an intense red, yelling at Sirius angrily, "Blake! What have you done to my parents! You madman, shameful traitor—"

"Oh, oh, oh," the smile on Sirius' face became frivolous, "Calm down, beauty, I promise you will see your parents if you can get out of here alive, okay? If you can't, of course the probability is very high." Little one, I can also help your parents meet you."

Tonks' eyes widened.

"But now, I hope you shut up." Sirius said with a smile on his face, "In this way, I may forget about your unreasonable abuse—after all, I don't want to do anything to my cousin and... my cousin's children."

Tonks stared at Sirius, and finally his head drooped like a deflated balloon, his hair turning a dull gray.

"Then let's get started." Sirius clapped his hands, as if to praise Tonks' sense of time, "The length of the inquiry is up to you, if someone can tell me where Neville Longbottom is now, then we It's over now, everyone's happy, right?"

No one speaks.

"Very well," said Sirius.

The ensuing interrogation went on for several hours, and the Death Eaters who searched the Burrow returned. Harry felt as if he saw George and Fred's gadgets in their pockets, so he looked at them quietly. He glanced at George Fred—the look of anger and disgust on both of their faces.

Sure enough—after the enrollment expansion of Death Eaters, the quality has also dropped significantly, and they are all secretly reselling potions, drugs, and contraband.

The interrogation ended when an owl delivered a copy of the Evening Prophet, apparently a reprint of the newspaper with a high-sounding justification for the Death Eaters' actions—Wanted for Albus Dumbledore's death— — These words and a large photo of Neville filled the front page.

On the second page was some news about the Muggle-born registration... Sure enough, Umbridge was still the newly appointed head of the Muggle-born registration committee.

The night was deeper.

Harry sat in the Burrow's freshly packed dining room, reading the newspaper that made the Death Eaters flee laughing.The look that Draco looked back at last kept recurring in his mind, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind and think about how to write the next article.

Now he and Lily were the only two people left who didn't belong to the Weasley family, and the other wizards all Apparated the second the Death Eaters left.

Wise choice.Harry appreciated it in his heart, so the harm of Voldemort and Death Eaters spread everywhere.

Mrs. Weasley made some simple and delicious food to calm everyone's mood, but Harry had more pressing things to do.He asked for a piece of parchment, and sat down with the twins to discuss how to write "The Tale of Dolores Jane Umbridge" with more details.This is the cooperation that Harry told Mr. Lovegood at the wedding before.

[Dolores Jane Umbridge's family origins are obviously confusing, she was the eldest child and only daughter, her father Orford Umbridge was a wizard, her mother Ellen Cracknell was a Muggle, and they had a Squib son. ]

[In response to the latest policy, I rummaged through "Born Noble: A Wizarding Genealogy" and couldn't find the surname Umbridge. From this, I not only had a little doubt... Could it be that Muggles really not only steal magical abilities, but also invade To the top of the Ministry of Magic, and even appointed as a senior official of the Muggle-born Registration Committee, to control the lives and deaths of her brothers and sisters? ]

[But who can prove Orford Umbridge's parentage?And what's even more interesting is that Ms. Dolores Jane Umbridge never mentioned her Muggle mother, Ellen Cracknell, and when the Muggle mother broke up with her father, she brought her Squib son back to The Muggle world later pretended to be a pureblood to everyone she met.Even after her father retired from Ministry maintenance, Umbridge denied with the sweetest smile that there was anything between them Contact, she also stated that her late father was a prominent Wizengamot.Something bad always happens to people who ask Orford and other questions she doesn't like.And some who wanted to be friendly with her pretended to believe what she said about her parentage. ]

[From this we can see some of the characteristics of Ms. Dolores Jane Umbridge, and it is these characteristics that have allowed her to develop better in her career-she entered the Ministry of Magic after graduating at the age of 17, Had a lowly job as a trainee in the Misuse of Magic Division, but was promoted to become the top leader of the Misuse of Magic Division before the age of 30, and has now successfully mastered some powers in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It is reported that this It is also the department she most wants to go to. ]

[Looking back at Ms. Umbridge's career so far, it is not difficult to find some surprising truths...] When Harry wrote this, George suddenly sighed, "Hey, I said Harry, you put Umbridge Qi's investigation is really clear."

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Harry brushed his feather brush, Draco's white name on the back of his hand was very obvious under the light, "Although this Muggle-born registration committee is destined to be short-lived, like Grindelwald That said, without letting everyone know how far Voldemort can go, some people have always felt that these things have nothing to do with them."

The author has something to say: there is nothing to say, if I can finish writing the rest tomorrow, I will add more...

☆、Development Ⅰ

The three-page parchment letter was finally stuffed under Lovegood's door before Lily and Harry went home. Harry wrote his name and a sentence on the envelope: Good night, Love Mr. Good, ask Luna Ann.I hope you enjoy the contents of this letter.

He also left this sentence at the end of the letter: If you need help with anything, the Weasleys will help you find us.

In case some angry people will feel that the difficulty of implementing this new order has a lot to do with the article that will be published in "The Quibbler", thus threatening the life safety of Luna or Mr. Lovegood.

Harry thought it was a good job, but soon the discomfort caused by Apparation made him no longer think about these past things.

Lily apparated Harry to the top of the front steps (she was always so careful), and Harry looked back through the protective spell at the small square lit by street lamps, the lights of the surrounding buildings penetrating the dim The windows cast a faint soft light on the lawn.

not a single person.

Now it seems that this is also a matter of course.

Lily knocked on the door with her wand.There was a sound of chains hitting each other inside the door, and then it was slowly opened. Bright lights poured out from the crack of the door, and faint voices came from it, highlighting the difference between this place and the endless darkness behind.

Harry stepped on the dark red carpet, Lily closed the door, and said to James who hurried out after hearing the voice: "We are fine, how about you? Is Sirius back? What is the current situation of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Everything is fine," James said, interrupting Lily's series of questions, leaning against the wall lazily.The people in the several paintings around him are lying on the frame and looking at him, "When some people are forced to come to the Ministry of Magic for investigation tomorrow, they will find that someone has protected their rights. Scrimgeour is a little hurt , but it's okay."

"Thank you." Lily kissed James on the face.

Harry gave him a firm hug: "Prongs, really, I hope I can be called to this kind of event next time."

"Don't the little knight feel more responsible to attend the wedding with his mother?" James said with a smile and patted Harry on the back.

"Maybe Mom wants to go to another event too." Harry looked at Lily.

"Of course I am," Lily said to James, and then looked at Harry again, "if I go, of course I will take you, Harry, you are really a man."

Harry raised his eyebrows at James, indicating "Look at what my mother said", but James still had a smug smile on his face, so he wisely gave up on this issue.

"Where's Thicknesse?" Harry asked as he made his way to the kitchen, and James stood up and walked behind Harry beside Lily.As soon as Harry walked into the kitchen, he could smell the aroma - Kreacher made biscuits and made hot tea.

Harry first greeted Neville, Hermione and Ron, and repeatedly swore to Ron that the Weasleys were fine, and he emphasized it again when Neville asked: "Yes, everything is fine, no one was hurt, Because of Kingsley's timely reminder, many guests were apparated safely. Later, Sirius came again in a timely manner, and he has been in charge of the whole situation of the 'interrogation' since then."

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry sat in his seat, holding the hot tea from Kreacher, and listened to Remus say the topic of the evening: "Thinknis was brought down before the Death Eaters invaded, and then Deng Breddore lifted the Imperius Curse on him." Remus said to Harry, "The Death Eaters have lost their support in the Ministry of Magic, and the invasion plan has also failed. Both sides of this struggle have their own injuries... But Voldemort obviously took it for granted that taking down the Ministry of Magic would be an easy matter, so he only sent some small fish and shrimp, and the important people went door to door to track down Neville."

Neville sat on the seat with a teacup in his hand, listening to Remus carefully, and seemed worried about what happened in the Ministry of Magic.Ron and Hermione did the same.

"Maybe their plan is to have Thicknesse kill Scrimgeour and take over directly. Those small fish and shrimps are just helping Thicknesse threaten other people and do some physical work." Harry guessed, thinking of the main force tonight , asked, "Where are Dumbledore and Grindelwald?"

"They're going to Godric's Hollow," James said, "Grindelwald needs to deal with Skeeter."

Harry thought for a while, then nodded knowingly: "Skeeter's book has been gaining momentum in the past two days, maybe it's because of some new methods and materials..."

But under the protection of Grindelwald and Dumbledore...how could she get enough information to support an [-]-page book...unless—Harry shook his head lightly, deciding not to consider such two One of the greatest wizards has decided.

When the two greatest wizards returned to No. 12, Grimmauld Place, there was still half of the tea in Harry's cup, and the topic about the Ministry of Magic and the Burrow was still going on tonight.

Harry was telling Neville and the three of them what happened after their Apparation, about the Death Eaters turning his house upside down, about George and Fred "losing" some trinkets, about the Death Eaters They all asked them some questions, and before mentioning the sudden appearance of Draco and Sirius, Grindelwald pushed open the kitchen door and greeted them warmly.

Kreacher served two cups of hot tea and placed them where they usually sat.

After Dumbledore sat down, he thanked Kreacher gently, then raised his teacup and took a sip. Grindelwald sat next to him, took a look at the teacup, and then gently put it on the table, saying: " I've already drank too much at Bagshot...she always forgets to pour me the pumpkin juice, and then brings me a glass of milk." His voice can be heard distressed, presumably he drank all the stuff of.

"Is Grandma Baghida okay?" Harry asked, he didn't go home because of too many things these days, and the last time he went to see Bathilda seemed to be during the summer vacation.

"The body is not bad, but the mind is not very bright. When I go, I always tell me about the little girl next door Lily and her son Harry." Grindelwald said with a smile, "But this is also normal Yes, she's old after all, and the tenacity and wisdom with which A History of Magic were written has faded with time, but she's still a funny old lady... oh Harry knows," he looked at Hermione with a curious face said, "When I knocked on the door with my current appearance, the first thing she said when she opened the door was—Come on, Getler, finally school life is over and you can have a good summer vacation... I should have picked you up at the intersection, but this pot of soup is holding me back... Come on, kid, go inside... After dinner I'm going to take you to visit the neighbors, the Dumbledores, the eldest son of his family He's a really nice kid, and I promise you'll be great friends."

Grindelwald said, turning his head to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled back: "Then I will accompany you to repair the garden all afternoon."

There was a hint of realization on Hermione's face.She bumped Ron's arm and gave him a beckoning look.Ron looked at this and that, with a confused look on his face, then bumped Neville again, and said angrily, "Neville, what does Hermione mean?"

Harry made a helpless expression, but his tone was very cheerful: "You guys will only make me more curious about the contents of that book." He said, "So, how did you find Skeeter?"

Grindelwald frowned when he heard the name: "The most shameless reporter I have ever seen in my life." He said of Skeeter, "She sneaked into Bathilda's house and stole my and Dumbledore's Some photos, of course she probably wanted to do something else, but before she could do it, she touched the anti-thief charm I put on and disapparated in a hurry."

"So Albus and I thought of some way to catch up to her house..." When Grindelwald said this, Dumbledore gave him a gentle look. Harry assured that it was a gentle look, but Grindelwald Shutting up under such a look and showing a smile, Harry saw the full meaning of "you say it, you say it" in it.

He felt that such a scene was too familiar, so he first looked at James and Lily...then looked...and found that no one else was here.

"We visited some people..." Dumbledore said, "after the battle is really a good time to visit people, and Skeeter seems less annoying." Although he said so, his sharp blue eyes However, he expressed his emotions directly.

"We went to Skeeter's house and found a lot of good things," Grindelwald sighed. "It's so rare that she found all the photos of me and Albus... Of course, most of them are from Aunt Bathilda. Take it."

"But they're all mine now," he added.

"After looking through the materials on her desk, Albus and I made a decision: since someone is willing to spend so much time and painstakingly writing a book for our life, and still perseveres despite all our obstacles, then we Is it too ignorant to refuse?

"So we gave her some exclusive information and of course falsified some of her memories."

"Looks like that book is coming out soon?" Harry said with a smile.

Dumbledore was noncommittal: "Then have a last sip of hot tea, shall we say good night?" He held up the cup and said to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work and hard work tonight, I hope you have a good dream," Dumbledore said When talking, Harry could only think of him who gave the last speech at the opening dinner, "I know there are still many problems, but let us solve tomorrow's matter tomorrow."

"Good night."

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be a day of peace like gold——

It's just talking, maybe it will be applicable when it's over lol.

But I don't know what the next chapter is - pre-war deployment?

☆、Development II

After the wedding of the Weasley family, the pattern of the entire wizarding world has undergone some changes.

After the sudden publication of the Evening Prophet that night caused an uproar throughout the wizarding world, countless letters rushed to the Ministry of Magic, but none of them received a response.At the same time, the Ministry of Magic kept going all night. Except for the people inside and a very small number of people fighting on the front line of danger, no one knew what happened or what was happening in the most secret and safe building in the wizarding world.

It's just that people in the Ministry of Magic are not the only ones who stay up all night.

Even if Dumbledore said good night, it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Draco sat in his chair in front of the ornate marble fireplace at Malfoy Manor.The night was very dark, the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling illuminated the whole space, and the portraits hanging on the dark purple walls were all in the same pose looking towards the direction of the fireplace.

Draco was sitting upright, full of posture, with his hands on his knees, but with his head slightly lowered, he turned a snake-shaped ring in his hand as if unconsciously—the little snake kept spinning, and the eyes made of dark emeralds reflected light from time to time , lifelike, sometimes curling up its tail flexibly.

Sitting beside him was a middle-aged man with dark hair. He was sitting crookedly in an armchair, and his restless character could be seen from his sitting posture.With his arms bent, his elbows resting on the armrest, and his chin resting on his palm, he stared at Draco leisurely, as if studying something interesting.And Draco didn't seem to feel the other party's gaze at all, still thinking about something by turning the ring.

"Thinking of Harry?" Sirius asked suddenly.

"No." Draco glanced at him, his gray eyes were extremely clear, "I'm thinking a lot about Harry."

"Oh." Sirius nodded, understanding the meaning of Draco's words tacitly, "Is Lucius coming back soon? Really, I'm still waiting to go home and sleep, and I wasted two hours for nothing... "

"Why are you in a hurry? Rael didn't come back either." Draco put the ring back around his neck with a silver chain, and then stuffed it into his clothes.

After finishing this series of actions, he changed into a more comfortable posture and chatted casually with Sirius: "However, Sirius, I really admire you even more." He said, "plus tonight, you Do you remember how many lies you lied to Voldemort?"

"Isn't it an interrogation without using the Unforgivable Curse?" There was a smile on the corner of Sirius' mouth, but the smile did not appear in his eyes, "Anyway, I think my hypocritical face and vicious words are enough to constitute an interrogation, plus When you were fanning the flames, old Tonks said it all."

"Hypocritical face? Vicious words?" Draco couldn't help laughing, "Perhaps your Imperius Curse didn't make Mr. Tonks reveal Longbottom's whereabouts, but deceived yourself. I remember The picture is that you are sitting at someone's dinner table drinking tea and talking to Andromeda about the past of the old Black family, and your laughter even scared her owls."

Sirius didn't mind being teased at all, and he sincerely praised: "You are such a perfect Malfoy, Draco." He clapped his hands twice pretendingly, and said, "The older you get, the less cute you are, but Fortunately, Occlumency studies are not bad."

"It can't be helped, my dear Sirius," Draco said with a Malfoy smile on his face, "Who made me like you? We all know too many secrets."

Sirius smiled, and Draco saw the meaning of "stop" in this smile, so he stopped discussing this dangerous topic.

Draco looked at the dark fireplace, and began to think about all kinds of messy things in his mind, when he suddenly heard Sirius calling his name slightly at the end.

"Huh?" Draco didn't understand the sudden teasing in the other's words.

Sirius narrowed his eyes and asked Draco with a smile, "Will you come back to Grimmauld Place with me later?"

Draco looked at Sirius who already had a knowing expression on his face, and said calmly and restrainedly: "Thank you for the invitation."

Then smiled: "Of course I would."

Sirius sneered, as if mocking, but said nothing.

Harry stared at the clean ceiling for a while, then finally turned to look at the window.

A line of sky leaked through the thick curtains, as cool and clear as diluted blue ink, with some foggy gray, showing the color between night and dawn, proving that it is still early.Harry pulled his hand from under his head, and looked at his watch.

The ruby ​​floating on the dial was reflected in his clear green eyes, proving that it was the early morning of the day, and it was still early, before the office workers got up.

Harry touched his wand, and with a flick of the wand the curtains opened, revealing the scene outside the window.He saw some birds flying up and down in the small square outside the window.After watching for a while, I saw a person hurrying past on the road.

It's really early.

Harry usually wouldn't wake up so early, but last night was different. He slept very late, but he had a long, long dream—dream of his chaotic and exciting escape life, and the time in the dream was abnormally disordered. He ran with many people in the golden hall of the Ministry of Magic for a while, set up camp in the snow-covered forest for a while, and finally swam between the sea and the sky on the back of a dragon, without any worry that he would fall.

"What a weird dream." Harry changed his posture and muttered to himself.

This dream did not provide him with any useful clues, like a simple thought projection, or a spontaneous way of decompression by the mind?But Harry was glad that Godric's Hollow didn't appear in the dream.

But Ron and Hermione didn't appear in the dream either... Harry recalled that he must have been the only one from the beginning to the end.

He stared out of the window for a while, then glanced at his watch again, wondering whether to get up or sleep a little longer, when someone knocked on his door.

"Oh, come in, I didn't lock the door," said Harry, sitting up.

The door opened, and James poked a head in.

"Good morning, Dad."

"Why did you wake up so early today?" James laughed and teased Harry before he got down to business, "Then come down to eat, Mrs. Weasley brought Bill and the others, Padfoot and Rael just now Come in."

"Okay." Harry immediately agreed, "But isn't the Burrow under surveillance? How did they get here?"

"It seems that some tricks were used, maybe George Fred just wanted to have a good chat with you." James said with a smile, "Then I'll go down first, Harry, you speed up."

"Okay." Harry agreed, took off his pajamas and put on his shirt, watched as the door of the room just closed and opened again, James poked his head out again and said quickly, "By the way, Draco is here too .”

Harry paused for a moment as he buttoned the button: "...Got it."

James then closed the door and went downstairs humming an inexplicable tune.

Harry walked into the noisy restaurant and greeted Bill Charlie George Fred Ginny, who had not been separated for a long time. They sat with Neville, Ron and Hermione, and they were now exchanging news head to head, to be exact.Then he waved to Regulus, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and didn't bother him talking with James.

Harry put his feet up and glanced at Lily and Mrs. Weasley who were busy with Kreacher in the kitchen, then walked up to Draco and gave him a brief hug first (pretending not to hear the twins' whistles) , Then carefully observed the complexion and whether there were any scars on the exposed skin.Then he sat down on the empty seat beside him.

While waiting for dinner, Harry asked Draco about last night's events, mainly to find out if Voldemort had made things difficult for them.Of course, Draco couldn't say anything in detail in this environment, so he just said: "Sirius is handling many things."

Harry understood immediately, and blinked diagonally at Sirius, who returned a trademark smile.

After Mrs. Weasley and Lily brought plates of delicious food to the table, there were only two vacant seats at the table near the door...Since NO.12 Grimmauld Place became the base of the Order of the Phoenix, the seats are often At the end of the day, Harry didn't understand why there was a serious conference room upstairs and a special secret room downstairs, but everyone always liked to talk about things in the kitchen... But this kind of thing is not surprising.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who arrived late, took the last two seats, and this somewhat early breakfast finally began.In the aroma of milk and coffee, Dumbledore's voice sounded like something sharp pierced through the false comfort created by the aroma: "Let's divide the camp first." He said.

"In fact, most magical creatures maintain a neutral attitude, thinking that this is a war between wizards." Remus said, "Only a small number of werewolves support Fenrir Greyback."

"What about the dementors?" Ron asked suddenly, before he had even swallowed the bread in his mouth.

"No one admits that dementors are magical creatures, boy. We generally think they are some by-products of magic," said Dumbledore gently.

Grindelwald interjected: "And the main reason they follow Voldemort is because he provides them with the right to eat without scruples."

"If we could feed them too..." George said suddenly.

Fred continued: "I don't know if they can eat enough..."

"Then let them follow Voldemort." Ron said decisively.

"I'm just using an analogy, little brother." George and Fred said in unison, and Ron's ears were red when he said it.

The topic went off track.

In fact, after talking about it, everyone discovered that Voldemort's side actually didn't have much help. A few werewolves and some giants, Grindelwald said that the tribes of giants were also full of disputes between the tribes, and he and Dumbledore had already tried to make them The Giants remained neutral.

In addition, Harry still remembered that the giant spiders suddenly joined in the war, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had a way to solve this problem, so he didn't mention it.

So the most common enemy is the Death Eaters... But the Death Eaters can be said to be the most unreliable subordinates. Compared with loyalty, they know how to protect themselves wisely, just like what Sirius said, like Bellat After all, lunatics like Ricks are still in the minority. Although there are still some idiots left, there are still more smart people in the Death Eaters camp.Now it is only because of Voldemort's violent suppression that it appears to be a united organization. If Voldemort shows signs of decline, then everything will be the same as it was 17 years ago.

"Furthermore," Regulus said, "there are some voices of opposition among the Death Eaters. Voldemort has publicly killed many Death Eaters who were not good at doing things, although the ones killed so far are only insignificant A small role, but everyone is afraid that they will be the next one."

"But although everyone is in danger, doubts and objections are only behind the scenes, and no one dares to express it in person.