Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"At first, because the Cadmus couple were not members of the Order of the Phoenix, and there were too many secrets on them, they did not accept the protection of the Faithful Charm."

After taking their seats, recalling the scene of the year, Mr. Weasley said slowly with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Actually, it was fine at the beginning. After all, Cadmus is the number one existence among the pure-blood families, and has close ties with many pure-blood families."

"So the mysterious person didn't target your family too much."

"Until then came a prophecy that arose from nowhere. 39

"The above said that Merlin's holy relic was once deciphered by Edward Cadmus, and its magical ability can make people immortal, which makes the mysterious man and his Death Eaters flock to it."

Speaking of which, Mr. Weasley's face was very ugly, it was an expression mixed with painful self-blame and remorse for inability to do anything.

He buried his face deeply in his hands, and wept silently with a twitch of his shoulders.

Seeing her husband like this, Molly patted him on the shoulder lovingly, got up and went to the kitchen to take out a glass of spirits, which she shoved into his hands involuntarily.

"Honey, you need this 29."

"Thank you, Molly.

After drinking a big glass of wine. Mr. Weasley's face flushed visibly, but he finally stabilized his emotions, swallowed a few saliva, and continued to tell Amber about the original prospect.

"It has to be said, Amber. Your parents were very good wizards."

"Even under such circumstances, they still refused to join. In the Order of the Phoenix, and by ourselves, we can fight the Death Eaters back and forth. This is something that none of us can do."

"However, after all, there are only two of them, and on several occasions, they have been in danger amid the siege of countless dead disciples. 39

"So Dumbledore sent me at the time as their liaison to keep your family safe.99

Speaking of which, Mr. Weasley took another glass of wine, as if to suppress the boundless guilt in his heart with hot alcohol.

"You should know what happened after that. Harry Potter was born, that person died, and everyone fell into a sea of ​​joy."5

"We did not relax at that time, and we were still working overtime to protect some objects that needed protection.

"But as the backbone of that person was arrested and killed one by one. Time passed day by day. Finally, in the third year, we showed slack."

We were too careless to think that the last order of the mysterious man before leaving was to go to your house to find the so-called secret.

"Neither did we imagine that the madman Bellatrix would still persevere and complete his final order in a desperate attempt three years after his master left.

"On that day, with the help of his familiarity with your family, Bellatrix bypassed the defensive magic one after another and drove in."

"In order to protect you, your parents forcibly brought all the Death Eater entourage to appear, and their whereabouts are unknown since then."

After saying these words, Mr. Weasley gasped heavily.

For so many years, he has been burying these words in the bottom of his heart, turning them into the heaviest shackles, tightly binding his heart.

This time, I finally revealed all the secrets in my heart, on the one hand, because Amber, as a party, has the right to know the truth of the year.

On the other hand, it is not a kind of redemption for self.

Look at the relieved expression on Mr. Weasley's face. Amber was unusually silent.

"Mr Weasley, I remember you telling me once at station nine and three quarters that my parents might not be dead, what's the matter?

After an unknown amount of time, Amber asked slowly.

"To be honest, my dear, I'm not sure about this. I can only tell you very clearly that of the twenty-six Death Eaters who broke into your house that year, nineteen died and the rest were arrested."

"But in the wands of the twenty-six Death Eaters, there was no sign that they had harmed your parents.

Speaking of which, husband Weasley looked at each other and encouraged by his wife, Mr. Weasley finally spoke slowly.

"Uh, Amber, promise me, don't tell me about this, okay?"

After sorting out the language, Mr. Weasley approached Amber and whispered:

"Back then, your parents' entourage sneaked to the deepest part of the Ministry of Magic, where there was a special department called the Department of Mysteries."

"The people who work there are collectively referred to as the silent people. That is the core secret area. I don't know what they are responsible for."

"But there is no doubt that those Death Eaters were arrested in the hall of the Department of Mysteries, and your parents must have been there last."5

After saying this, the Weasleys took the initiative to leave the living room, leaving it to Amber to think alone.

They knew that Amber must have struggled with this information.

The lights went out, and Amber sat alone by the fireplace, the red charcoal blazing on his face, on and off.

As the Weasleys knew, Anbo was very upset at this time.

This is the first time he has truly known the whereabouts of his parents.

Know the real scene when they disappeared at that time, know the location of their last appearance.

I also know that they may be in a mysterious place, waiting for their rescue.

"Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic."

"Is there anything special there? Why at such a critical time. The two of them would have thought of that place?

Amber's heart was filled with doubts. Although I have never really seen the abilities of my parents.

But in those years, to be able to resist all aspects of siege with one's own strength, at least his parents should not be that kind of mediocrity.

In that case, what was the reason for them to give up using the defensive magic of the ancestral house against the enemy and go to that place together.

There are so many mysteries haunting Amber's mind, making it harder for him to take each step forward.

On the other hand, on this Christmas night, Quirrell was alone and strode into the house of Castro, the director of the Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic.

"Sit down, my dear friend, what would you like to drink?"

Castro is full of enthusiasm, and under the large nightgown, a skull with a snake spits out on his chest looming․