Chapter 1,247

After a while, they walked out of the alley and onto the road again.

The humid air in London makes people feel oppressive, but people who have lived here for a long time have no discomfort. From a distance, Fanlin saw a group of drunkards singing songs across the street and staggering across the sidewalk.

The wand was always in his hand, although Fan Lin was not sure...

"Just asking, why did you choose Tottenham Court Road?" Ron asked suddenly.

"I don't know, this place just came to mind, but I'm sure we'd be safer in the Muggle world, they wouldn't think we'd be here."

"That's true," said Ron, looking around and asking, "but don't you think it's a little... too revealing here?"

"Where else could it be?" Hermione winced as the men across the street whistled at her. "We'd have a hard time getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron, wouldn't we? Nor Grimmauld Place , Snape knows where it is... I guess we could try going to my parents', although I think they might be able to find out there... Oh, I really wish they'd shut up!"

"What's the matter, honey?" shouted the most drunken of the group from across the street. "Want something to drink? Don't be slouchy and come over and have some."

"Drink your sister..." Fan Lin was a little angry. No matter who he was, he couldn't make any sense to a bunch of drunkards.

"Oh, forget it!" Hermione said, covering Fanlin's mouth with her hand, "We have to..."

"damn it!"

"We have to find a place to sit down," Hermione said, pulling Verlin, while Harry shouted to the street behind him: "Look, this is a nice place!"

Looking where Ron pointed, it was a small and shabby all-night coffee shop. The Formica table in the café was lightly covered with grease, but at least there was no one there.

"Wait a minute..." Fan Lin frowned, waved his wand gently, and then knocked down all the drunkards across the street.

"Oh, okay..." Hermione felt helpless.

"I'm just trying to comfort them and clear away the traces..." Fan Lin rubbed his nose and looked at a group of drunkards who fell to the ground but didn't know why, "We can go in."

Harry first sneaked into a small cabinet, Ron sat next to him, Hermione was facing Harry, and finally Fan Lin came in.

Hermione sat with her back to the entrance. In fact, she didn't like this seat. She kept looking left and right, as if she was ready to leave at any time. Harry didn't want to just sit there. The continuous walking just now made him feel that they had a goal. Under the invisibility cloak, he could feel the last effects of the Polyjuice Potion disappearing, and his hand began to slowly return to its original shape.

He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on again.

After a minute or two, Ron said, "You know, we're not far from the Leaky Cauldron, it's at Charles Cross..."

"Ron, we can't do that!" Hermione interrupted him immediately, "We can't stay here either, we need to know what happened!"

"Of course we know what happened! Voldemort has taken control of the Ministry of Magic, what else do we need to know?"

"Okay, okay, I'm just making a suggestion!" They fell silent again. A gum-chewing waitress came slowly over, and Hermione ordered three cappuccinos.

Harry was invisible, so it would be weird to order him a drink too.

"Don't be so silent. Maybe things are not as bad as you thought. The Death Eaters just discovered one of our strongholds. This is something that we need to be prepared for, but it just happened suddenly." Fan Lin knocked on the table. , "Did any of you see Sirius when we left?"

"He was with Remus," Harry said immediately, "but I didn't see him after that..."

"I think Sirius should still be at the Burrow. At this time, the magic circle has been destroyed and it is impossible for everyone to stay... We must find a way to restore communication..."

"Yes!" Hermione said. At this time, two burly workers walked into the cafe and walked into the small cubicle next to it. Hermione immediately lowered her voice: "I suggest that we find a remote place. Apparate where you clicked, and then go to the suburbs. We can report to the Order of the Phoenix as soon as we get there."

"Can you make the Patronus speak?" Ron asked.

"No problem, as long as they don't go abroad in one breath, I hope they take my gold coins with them!" Fan Lin said.

"Well, as long as it doesn't get them into trouble, who knows if they've been caught by now. God, this coffee is disgusting." Ron took a sip of the foamy, gray coffee. The waitress heard Ron's words, gave him a dirty look, and shuffled off to greet the new customers.

Fan Lin slowly leaned back on the chair. Inadvertently, Fan Lin saw the blond-looking guy among the two workers who looked stronger waved the waitress away.

She stared at them as if insulted.

Worker, come to the coffee shop?

This is really a bit inappropriate. The pub is obviously more popular at this time!

"Well, let's go. I don't want to drink this anymore," said Ron. "Hermione, do you have any Muggle money to pay the bill?"

"Of course, I withdrew all my building society savings before going to the Burrow, and I bet I lost quite a bit doing so." Hermione sighed, reaching into her beaded handbag. .

"Wait a minute!" Fan Lin held down Hermione's hand, "Across the way...I mean, they didn't order coffee Hermione!"

"Nothing?" Hermione was slightly stunned.

Just for a moment, the two workers suddenly rushed over together.

"Harry!" Fan Lin shouted, without much communication. Almost at the same time, Harry, Hermione and Fan Lin all drew out their wands.

"Collapse!" Harry shouted from under the invisibility cloak. Obviously, the two Death Eaters did not expect that there was another one next to them.

The red light from the wand hit the tall blond Death Eater in the face and he slowly fell unconscious.

"Oh, damn!" Fan Lin shook his wand in frustration. As soon as he used any attack magic, Fan Lin felt that his body was about to swell.

The injuries sustained in the past few days forced Fanlin to stop fighting honestly.

As a last resort, Fan Lin waved hard, and the table originally placed in front of them flew towards another Death Eater.

The Death Eater didn't know where the coma spell came from, but this didn't stop him from attacking.

He dodged the table sideways, then flicked it, and a black rope tied Ron firmly to the ground.

The waitress screamed and ran towards the door. Harry aimed a stun spell at the face of the Death Eater who tied Ron up, but missed. The spell reflected on the glass, knocking the waitress down. in front of the door.

Fan Lin kept pulling Hermione back and tried to use tables and chairs to interfere with him, but this did not have a good effect. Fan Lin could not use the more powerful magic now.

"Boom, bang!" the Death Eater shouted, raising his hand and blowing up the oncoming tables and chairs. The metal table was mixed with blasting spells, and the huge impact knocked Harry away, who was hiding aside.

"Damn... Shen Feng..."

"Petrify them all!" Hermione suddenly stood up, and a spell hit Fan Lin accurately from behind.

The Death Eater fell to the ground like a statue, with a thud of shattered china, tables, and sprayed coffee.

"Are you okay..." Fan Lin asked quickly. He saw the girl's body trembling a little.

"It's okay! I'm okay!" Hermione said, and Harry quickly got up from the ground.

"You're in worse shape than I thought."

"My body is a little depressed, there is a problem with the flow of magic power, and some places are being held back." Fan Lin smiled bitterly, "You do it, Hermione..."

Fan Lin pointed at Ron on the ground.

"Torn apart." Hermione pointed her wand at Ron, but accidentally cut a deep gash on the knee of Ron's jeans, and Ron groaned in pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron, my hands are shaking! They are falling apart!" The tightly tied rope suddenly came apart, and Ron stood up, shaking his numb arms. Harry picked up his wand and crawled over the rubble to the stunned Death Eater.

"I should have recognized him, he was there the night Professor Dumbledore was murdered," Harry said harshly. He walked towards the longer, darker Death Eater again, and the Death Eater's eyes quickly scanned between the three of them.

"That's Duluha," Fanlin said, "I've seen this face on an old bounty warrant. That big man is Sophili. Lyle is also a wanted criminal in Azkaban."

"I don't care what their names are!" Hermione said hysterically. "How did they find us? Where else could we go?"

"Believe me, believe me!" Fan Lin quickly put an arm around Hermione, "Wait a minute, Harry, lock the door quickly, and you, Ron, turn out the lights."

Fan Lin suddenly said that when he came, he endured the discomfort and had erased many traces. Was it because his strength was damaged?

Fan Lin looked down at Duluha who collapsed on the ground, his mind running fast like a ticking clock.

Ron used the deluminator to plunge the cafe into darkness, and the drunk across the street got up again. Isn't it normal for him to fall over after drinking too much?

Obviously, nothing that happened here spread outside.

"What should we do with them?" Ron whispered to Harry in the dark. He lowered his voice and said, "Kill them? Otherwise we will be killed. They almost died just now." Got it!"

Hermione shuddered and took a step back.

"We just need to erase their memories," Fan Lin said, shaking his head. "If we kill them, I promise, I'd love to, but for sure, their Dark Mark will take effect immediately, and then it won't just be two people, they will see Harry."

"Well, you have the final say," Ron said, nodding, sounding greatly relieved. "But I've never used a memory charm before."

"I can!" Fan Lin said, trying to put the wand on their foreheads.

"Come on, you're not suitable now!" Hermione said, "Although I haven't used it, I know the principle..."

Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself down, pointed her wand at Duluha's forehead, "Forget it all!"

Duluha's eyes immediately became unfocused and empty.

"So smart!" Harry patted her back, "Ron and I will clean up the mess, and you and Fan Lin should keep an eye on the Death Eater and the waiter."

"Clean it up?" Ron looked at the cafe that had been mostly destroyed. "Why do you need to clean it up?"

"If you woke up and found yourself in a place that looked like it had just been bombed, wouldn't you want to know what happened?" Vanlin said helplessly, putting his wand back into his pocket.

"Oh, that's right..." Ron struggled to get his wand out of his pocket. "No wonder I couldn't pull it out, these damn jeans have become smaller."

"Maybe you've gained weight." Harry joked.

"Correct!"

After the cafe was restored to its original state, they carried the Death Eaters back to the compartment and asked them to sit face to face.

"But how did they find us?" Hermione asked, looking at the two unconscious Death Eaters.

"Maybe it's my problem," Vanlin frowned, "maybe it's the space fluctuation..."

"Not everyone can do this, at least these two can't..." Hermione said, "So...how do they know we are here?"

"Do you...do you think you still have that mark on you, Harry?"

"That's impossible," Vanlin said. "According to witchcraft law, the mark will expire at the age of seventeen, and it is impossible for an adult to have that mark."

"So what do you think," Hermione said. "Do those Death Eaters find a way to put it back on an adult?"

"Harry hasn't been close to the Death Eaters in the last twenty-four hours, who would put the mark back on him?" Ron asked, "We have been receiving guests."

Hermione didn't answer. Harry was a little shaken: Did the Death Eaters really find them like this?

"Wait, the Ministry of Magic..." Vanlin suddenly thought of something, "Scrimgeour is dead, and the Death Eaters naturally took over the Ministry of Magic's surveillance system."

"So, we will be discovered if we use magic?"

"Yes, unless it is in a place with weak surveillance, but this is obviously not the case in downtown London." Vanlin said, "The suburbs, or somewhere else that the Ministry of Magic cannot monitor."

"Hey, brother, we need a hiding place," Ron said. "So that we can think through the whole story."

"Grimmauld Place," Harry said suddenly.

"But isn't that place already abandoned? Unless you want to see Snape." Hermione refused bluntly.

"Ron's dad said they have set up a curse against him... and even if they haven't set up one," he emphasized, because Hermione was about to start to refute, "so what? I swear, I can't wait to see Snape!"

"But..."

"Hermione, where else can we go? This is our only choice now. Snape is just a Death Eater. And if I still have the mark on me, there will be a large number of Death Eaters following us wherever we go."

"Let's go there, I can also inform Sirius." Fanlin rubbed his temple, "The Fidelius Charm is not so easy to break, not to mention..."

"What's more?"

"Nothing, there shouldn't be any problem there." Fanlin shook his head, "Let's go."

Although Hermione still looked like she wanted to refute, she didn't speak after all. Hermione silently opened the door of the cafe, and Ron turned on all the lights again with the lights-out device.

Then, Harry counted to three, and together they lifted the spell on the three poor creatures. While the prostitute and the Death Eater were still turning over in their sleep, the four of them Apparated and disappeared again into the oppressive darkness. (To be continued)