Chapter 1057: Conversation and Arrest

"Kreacher, hurry up, tell me, your master..."

"My master went out with Master Al, and he didn't tell poor Kreacher where they were going." Kreacher shook his head, not willing to pay attention to Harry.

"But you know, don't you, Kreacher, you..."

"Kreacher doesn't know..." Kreacher was busy with his work, which surprised Harry. You know, Kreacher never did these things normally. He only cleaned the portrait since Sirius came back.

"Kreacher, who are you talking to..." A crisp female voice came from upstairs.

"Hermione?" Harry's eyes lit up. Yes, Kreacher said that Hermione was still here.

"Hermione... Hermione..." Harry shouted, trying to pull Hermione down from upstairs.

Fortunately, Hermione was also walking downstairs, wearing a home dress and rubbing her wet hair with a towel.

"Who's there, Kreacher... Is it Vanlin and the others who are back?"

"It's Harry Potter..." Kreacher replied in a low voice, "Harry Potter used Floo powder to contact us."

"Harry?" Hermione's sharp voice sounded, but Harry felt it was more pleasant than ever before.

"Harry, is that you?"

Hermione's face suddenly appeared in front of Harry, wearing a pink nightgown and long wet hair hanging on her shoulders.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Harry. How are you doing recently? What's changed in Hogwarts? Also, you've taken the Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam, right? You, Ron, and Ginny, you all..."

"Oh, wait a minute, Hermione..." Harry said with a headache, "I'm fine, but some of the exam results are not very ideal. Of course, Umbridge left Hogwarts, which is much better, but that's not the point. Hermione, I want to know about Sirius and Vanlin, the two of them..."

"They both went out yesterday." Hermione said. "Dumbledore has something to ask them, so I stayed here. What's wrong, Harry?"

"Didn't they go to the Ministry of Magic?"

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Vanlin and the others didn't hide the fact that they decided to use Harry to lure Voldemort to the Ministry of Magic from her, so she knew that there must be some changes in Harry recently, but...

"Oh, I don't know..." Hermione didn't know how to answer, "They went to find Dumbledore. In fact, I don't know where they are exactly. They haven't been back for a long time. Now here..."

"Hey, listen, Hermione," Harry said solemnly, "Voldemort is torturing Sirius. Although I didn't see Vanlin, but..."

"Are you sure what you saw is real, not what Voldemort asked you to see?" Hermione couldn't help but say.

The girl was a little unsure whether this was Dumbledore's decision or Voldemort's initiative. Vanlin made it clear when he left that he was not going to execute this matter, but now...

"Oh, I don't know..." Being asked again and again, although Harry felt very annoyed, he couldn't help but stop to think.

This is really too abrupt, Sirius was attacked, this...

"Hey, listen, Harry..." Hermione hesitated. "You have to make sure that what you see is real before you can make a decision."

"But, what I saw, Sirius... Voldemort... They are in the Ministry of Magic... Mysterious Department... Sirius is being tortured by Voldemort..."

"But, according to my understanding, the Ministry of Magic, the Mysterious Department, it is not Sirius' turn to deal with it..." Hermione said, "He is a wanted criminal, Harry, you must know that the Ministry of Magic has always been open to identify wanted persons, and no matter what channel it is, it has its own monitoring, and Apparition is also restricted. Although it is not prohibited, it is a difficult thing in itself. Moreover, whether it is Mr. Weasley or Tonks, their identities are more suitable than Sirius to deal with the Ministry of Magic..."

"But... Maybe they started a war... This is also uncertain." Harry said hesitantly, "And, Voldemort asked Sirius to get something..."

"Harry..." Hermione hesitated. "I don't recommend you..."

"But, Hermione, what if this is true? We'll just watch Sirius die like this? Where's Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"I don't know!" Hermione shook her head and hesitated, "But..."

"No buts, Hermione, if this is true, Sirius will undoubtedly die, I can't..."

"But, what are you going to do?" Hermione asked. "I'll contact..."

"Go to the Ministry of Magic..." Harry said in a deep voice, "I want to rescue Sirius..."

"No!" Hermione immediately refused, "This may just be a trap to lure you in... Please, Harry, wait for me, I'll find other members of the Order of the Phoenix, anyway, stay in Hogwarts..."

Harry didn't say anything, but obviously...

Just as Harry was about to say something more, he suddenly felt a sudden, sharp pain in his forehead; and as he inhaled so much ash that it was almost suffocating, he found himself being pulled back into the flames until With a rude movement, he saw the slightly pale face of Professor Tarfur (a member of the Special Investigation Team who took over Umbridge's job as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.) She used her hair to make him look as bright as possible Pulling out the flames from afar and now she was behind him, choking him hard as if she was ready to rip his throat out.

"You think," she whispered, twisting Harry's neck harder to make him stare at the ceiling, "that after the two boggarts I'd have another filthy thing take on some little creatures. Come into my office without me knowing? After the last person came in, I placed a secret sense charm around the door, you stupid boy, take his wand."

Tarfur shouted angrily to someone he couldn't see, and then he felt a hand fumble in the breast pocket of his robes and remove his wand.

"Theirs too." Harry heard a scuffle at the door and learned that Ginny had also had her wand taken away.

"I want to know why you are in my office," Tafur said coldly, grabbing her hair and shaking it in order to keep him shaking.

In fact, compared to Umbridge, although Tafur is not as over-the-top as Umbridge, he is not a good talker either.

"I'm trying to find my Firebolt!" Harry said hoarsely.

"Liar" she shook his head again. "Your firebolts are kept strictly locked in the dungeons by Headmaster Umbridge, as you know very well, Mr. Potter. You are putting your head in the fire. Who are you communicating with?"

"Nobody-" Harry said, trying to get away from her. He felt several strands of hair attached to his scalp.

"Lie!" cried Tafur, and she threw him from her, causing him to hit the desk.

Now he could see Ginny tied up against the wall. Malfoy was leaning on the window sill, proudly throwing Harry's wand into the air and catching it again. There was a commotion outside, and several tall Slytherins came in. They held Ron, Luna and - Harry was very confused - Neville. He was being restrained by Clara, and his face was because of what was about to happen. Dangerous and suffocating. All four of them were gagged.

"All in," Warrington said, pushing Ron roughly into the room.

"That one," he pointed at Neville with a thick finger, "was trying to stop me from grabbing her." He pointed at Luna, who was trying her best to kick the big Slytherin girl who was grabbing her, "so I took him with me. coming."

"Okay, okay." Tafur said, watching Ginny's struggle, "Okay, it looks like Hogwarts will soon become the "Weasley Family Free Zone", doesn't it?"

Malfoy laughed loudly and flatteringly. Tafur gave her a look, smiled contentedly and fixed her in the cotton-covered armchair, ignoring the fact that among her captives was a toad lying on her flower bed.

"So, Potter," she said, "you set up a lookout around my office before sending this clown." She nodded to Ron - and Malfoy laughed louder. "To tell me that Peeves was wreaking havoc in the Transfiguration classroom while I knew full well that he was busy smearing the school telescope's eyepiece with ink - Mr. Filch just happened to tell me."

"Obviously, your conversation with someone is important. Is that Albus Dumbledore? Or Bloody, Hagrid? I suspect it's Minerva McGonagall, she's still too weak to hear me And can’t blame anyone.”

Malfoy and his fellow Slytherins laughed even harder. Harry found himself so furious and resentful that he was being shaken.

"I won't negotiate any terms with you," he growled.

Tafur raised his eyebrows, as if he was amused, and a slightly cruel smile appeared on his cold face.

"Very well," she said in her most dangerous and false voice, "Very well, Mr. Potter. I gave you the chance to confess. You refused. I have no choice but to put a little pressure on you. Draco - bring Professor Snape."

Malfoy stuffed Harry's wand into his robes and left the room triumphantly, but Harry barely noticed. He had understood something; he didn't believe that he was so stupid as to forget, he thought that all the members of the Phoenix Order, and everyone who could help him save Sirius, were gone - but he was wrong.

There is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts - Snape. The office was quiet except for the sounds of Slytherin trying to keep Ron and the others under control. As Ron struggled to deal with the pressure on Warrington's ribs, blood dripping from his lips onto the office carpet, Ginny was still trying to kick the foot of the older girl who was squeezing her with both hands; Holding hands, Neville's face glowed purple regularly; however, Luna stood feebly beside the person who was holding her, looking out the window in confusion, as if everything was so boring.

Harry glanced at Tafur. She was still staring at him from a distance.

This woman is much more reserved than Umbridge, but she doesn't give in too much, and is even more cruel in some aspects. Harry doesn't understand why such a person would be recruited into the Ministry of Magic, but when he thinks of Umbridge Harry seemed to understand Richie's even more disgusting face.

Yes, even Death Eaters like Umbridge and Malfoy can hold high positions in the Ministry of Magic...

When he heard the footsteps of Malfoy following Snape into the room from the corridor outside, he deliberately pretended to be calm and expressionless on his face.

"You want to see me, Tavour?" Snape said calmly, and he looked at the pairs of students around him who were working hard with a completely indifferent expression.

"Oh, Severus, long time no see," Tavour said, and stood up and laughed exaggeratedly again.

"Long time no see?" Harry asked in disbelief, "You and him..."

"Shut up, Potter!" Tavour said unceremoniously.

"You and me... Tavour, tell me, what do you want?"

"Yes, I want another bottle of truth serum, as soon as possible, please."

"Principal Umbridge took my last bottle to interrogate Al," he said, he calmly examined Tavour through his greasy hair, "Your immediate boss, although the result is not very good, but you should know..."

"It's all used up, but you can make some more, right?" Tavour said unceremoniously.

"Of course," said Snape, his lips curling, "it will take a full moon to prepare, so I'll give you about a month to prepare for it."

"A month?" cried Taffel, "A month? But I want it tonight, Snape! I must know who or what unknown being Potter has communicated with using my stove!"

"Really?" said Snape, and for the first time, he showed no sign of interest as he stared at Harry. "Well, that doesn't surprise me. Potter has never been in the habit of following school rules."

His cold, dark eyes were now fixed on Harry, and he stared at him fearlessly, trying to recall the dream he had seen in his mind, hoping that Snape would read his thoughts and understand what had happened.

"I want to interrogate him!" Tuffell repeated angrily, and Snape shifted his gaze from Harry to her violently twitching face. "I want you to provide a dose of something that will make him tell the truth."

"I've already told you," Snape said evenly. "I have no other Veritaserum in stock. Unless you wish to poison Potter - and if you do I can assure you that I will have the utmost compassion - I can't help you. The only trouble is that the best poisons work too quickly and there is no more time for people to tell the truth."

Snape stared back at Harry, trying to communicate in a non-verbal way.

"Voldemort has captured Sirius in the Department of Mysteries," he thought desperately. "Voldemort has captured Sirius -"

"You're stalling for time!" Tuffell said suddenly, and Snape looked at her again, his eyebrows slightly raised. "You are deliberately not helping! Lucius always gives you the highest praise, and I would have expected you to perform better! Now please get out of my office!"

Snape gave her a sarcastic bow and turned away. Harry walked out of the room, knowing that this was his last chance to let the members of the organization know what was going on.

"He caught a cold!" Harry suddenly shouted, "He caught a cold in a hidden place!" Snape was trying to open the handle of Taffel's door with his hand, and suddenly stopped.

"Cold?" Taffel shouted, looking eagerly back and forth between Harry and Snape. "What's a cold? What does it mean? A person? Where is a hidden place? Snape, what does he mean?" (To be continued)