Chapter 1,255

"What in the name of Merlin's baggiest briefs?" "I remembered that," Hermione gasped. She was holding a large framed portrait. She lowered the portrait to the floor and grabbed a beaded pouch from the kitchen cupboard.

Hermione opened it, and she began to force the portrait inside, despite the fact that it clearly wouldn't fit in such a pouch. Yet within seconds it disappeared, falling into the pouch like so many others. abyss.

"Phineas Nicholas," Hermione explained as she dropped the pouch onto the table with the usual loud clatter.

"What?" Ron said.

But Harry understood.

The painting of Phineas Nicholas Black can easily move back and forth between his portrait in Grimmauld Place and the portrait that hangs in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts: Snape is undoubtedly sitting in the circle at the top of the tower. In the shaped room, Victory possesses Dumbledore's collection of exquisite silver magical instruments, the stone Pensieve, the Sorting Hat and Gryffindor's sword, unless it has been placed elsewhere.

"Snape could send Phineas Nicholas to check out the house," Hermione explained to Ron as she returned to her seat, "but let him try now, all Phineas Nicholas can see is Just the inside of my handbag.”

"What a great idea!" Ron said, secretly admiring what Hermione had done.

"Thanks," Hermione said with a smile, moving her soup in front of her. "So Harry, what else happened today?"

"Nothing special," Harry said. "I watched the entrance to the Ministry of Magic for seven hours. There was no sign of anyone else. But I saw your dad, Ron. He seems fine."

Ron nodded gratefully at the news. They agreed that it would be too dangerous to communicate with Mr. Weasley when he was in and out of the Ministry, as he was surrounded by Ministry staff at all times; however, a few quick glances at him were reassuring, even though he looked Somewhat reluctant and nervous.

"Dad always told me that most of the Ministry staff use the Floo network to get to work," said Ron. "But some important people never do, and maybe that's why we don't see others."

"Where's the funny old witch and the little wizard in navy blue robes?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, it's the guy from the Department of Magical Maintenance," Ron said.

"How did you know he worked for the Department of Magical Maintenance?" Hermione asked, her spoon hovering in the air.

"Dad said everyone in the Magical Maintenance Department wears navy blue robes."

"You never told us that!" Hermione put down the spoon and pulled over the bundle of notes and maps that she and Ron had been examining when Harry came in. "There's no talk of navy robes, no!" said Hermione, looking through them excitedly. "Does this really matter?"

"Ron, they all matter! If we want to get to the Ministry of Magic and not expose ourselves while they're all keeping an eye on the intruder, every little detail matters. We've been doing this, I mean, this detective work What's the point, if you're not willing to tell us..."

"Oops, Hermione, I just forgot a little thing..."

"You don't realize it, do you? Nowhere in the world is more dangerous than when we go to the Ministry of Magic..."

"But why do we have to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Ron said with some confusion, "Shouldn't we..."

"If you want to find out what the Death Eaters are doing, the Ministry of Magic is the best choice, isn't it? There is also information provided by Mundungus, and more importantly, there is something I care about in it." Fan Lin said arrive.

"Mundungus? We can..."

"Under the threat of life, Mundungus has no reason to deceive us." Fanlin said, "Moreover, this is just a plan to be implemented, isn't it? We must make adequate preparations for all possible situations. Prepare until..."

"Until what?"

"Nothing," Fan Lin shook his head, "When I recover, I think I need to contact Sirius. Maybe Kreacher can help me do this."

"Of course, Master Al, Kreacher can."

"And Harry, we still need to monitor the Ministry of Magic. I always feel that the Death Eaters will make a big move in the Ministry of Magic."

"Actually, I have such a hunch." Harry said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, Harry had an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations, and his forehead...

"Master hasn't finished the soup yet. Would you like some delicious stew? Or the sugar waffles that master has always preferred?"

"Thank you, Kreacher. I'm going to...um...the bathroom. I'll be right back." Realizing that Hermione was looking at him suspiciously, Harry quickly went downstairs to the hall and ran to the first floor. He rushed into the bathroom and went to the bathroom again. Closed the door.

Harry grunted in pain, sinking into the black tub with the snake-shaped faucet in the shape of a wide open mouth, closing his eyes... He was gliding along a street immersed in a soft gleam of light, with the water between his sides. The buildings on the side have large wooden gables, and they look like gaudy houses.

He approached one of the houses and saw his pale hand with long nails on the door. He started knocking on the door and felt an excitement rising inside him... The door opened and a woman stood there laughing. When she looked down and saw Harry's face, the smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by fear...

A cold high-pitched voice asked: "Gregovich?" She shook her head and tried to close the door. A pale hand held the door firmly to prevent her from shutting him out...

"I'm looking for Grigovitch."

"He doesn't live here (in French)!" she cried, shaking her head. "He doesn't live here! He doesn't live here! I don't know him!"

She gave up trying to close the door and began to retreat into the dark hall behind her. Harry followed and glided towards her, his long-nailed hand drawing out his wand...

"Where is he?"

"He's gone (in French)! Gone! Did I know! Did I know!" He raised his hand and she screamed. Two small children ran into the hall and she tried to protect them with her arms. A green light flashed...

"Harry! Harry!" He opened his eyes and found that he had slipped to the floor.

Hermione was banging on the door again.

"Harry, open the door!" He must have shouted just now, he knew it. Harry stood up and opened the door. Hermione immediately fell in, but she quickly regained her balance and looked around suspiciously.

Fanlin and Ron were right behind her, and Ron looked a little out of sorts. He was pointing his wand at the corner of the cold bathroom.

"What were you doing just now?" Hermione asked sternly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Harry asked, unsure of himself.

"You were shouting that your head was going to fall off," Ron said.

"Really... I just dozed off, or else..."

"Harry, please don't insult our intelligence," Hermione said, breathing deeply. "We know you're downstairs, your scar hurts, and your face is as white as paper."

Harry sat down by the bathroom door.

"What happened, Harry? In other words, what did Voldemort let you see? I think we need to figure it out..." Fan Lin said, "This is very important!"

"Okay. I just saw Voldemort murder a woman, and he probably killed her whole family. He didn't have to do it. It was like killing... killing my family, they were just there. "

"Is there anything more, Harry, this is very important..." Fan Lin asked.

"That's enough, you two!" Hermione interrupted.

"Harry, you shouldn't let this happen again," Hermione called, her voice echoing in the bathroom. "Dumbledore asked you to use Occlumency. He thinks the connection between you is dangerous... Voldemort can also use it, Harry! What's the use of just seeing him killing and torturing people?"

"At least I know what he's doing," Harry muttered.

"So you didn't even try to keep him out of your head?"

"Hermione, I can't do it. You know I'm sick of Occlumency. I've never mastered it."

"You haven't really tried!" Hermione said fiercely. "I don't care, Harry... whether you have always liked this special connection, or relationship, or... whatever..." When she Hermione was speechless when she saw the way Harry stood up and looked at her.

"Like it?" Harry said quietly, "Will you like it?"

"I...no...I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean it..."

"I hate it, I hate the face he got into my head. I had to look at him when he was at his most dangerous. But I still have to use it!"

"Dumbledore..."

"Forget Dumbledore. This is our choice, not someone else's. I want to know why he is hunting."

"who?"

"Gregovich is a wand maker abroad," Harry said. "He made wands for Krum, and Krum thinks he is very talented."

"But according to you," said Ron, "Voldemort locked Ollivander somewhere. He already has a wandmaker, so what does he need another one for?"

"Perhaps Voldemort agrees with Krum and thinks that Gregorovitch is better...or maybe Voldemort thinks that Gregorovitch can explain the reaction of my wand when he hunted me. Because Olivan De doesn’t know.”

"Perhaps Ollivander is unwilling to do this." Fan Lin shook his head, "You and his wand, this is Ollivander's painstaking work. I don't understand if Ollivander can't solve it. , no one in this world can do it.”

"Maybe he wants a new wand..." Harry rubbed his head, "to use against me..."

"Harry you keep saying what your wand did," said Hermione, "but you let it happen. Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own powers?"

"Because I know it wasn't me! Voldemort knows it, Hermione. We both know what happened." The two of them glared at each other; Harry knew he hadn't convinced Hermione yet, and she was getting ready to argue with him: not only To counter the claims he made about his wand, but also the fact that he allowed himself a peek into Voldemort's mind. What comforted Harry was that at least Fanlin still trusted him.

"Let's not talk about this for now, Hermione!" Vanlin said, "Maybe we can plan something else, for example, find out what the Ministry of Magic is looking for for Voldemort, and Trevor entered the Ministry of Magic, which gives me a bad feeling."

"Why do you care so much about the vampire named Trevor?"

At this time, they returned to the kitchen in the basement, and Kreacher provided them with stew and honey cookies.

"Because I was hunted by him on the day I saved you, and it was he who brought his people to make me like this."

"You never told us."

"Because I never thought he would go to the Ministry of Magic!" Vanlin said, "It's not a good place, it's not in line with the principles of vampires!"

"Principles? That kind of thing?"

"Okay, I admit that this may be a little inappropriate, but vampires are like this. Why would a race that has been away from the world for hundreds of years help a younger generation of dark wizards?"

"Maybe it's because he is strong enough. Aren't dark wizards always like this?" Ron said, "I think they are more direct."

"So, they just More cruel. "Fan Lin said, "Undisguised desires are often more frightening, and remember the news that Mundungus brought back, the Ministry of Magic is helping Voldemort find some things, some interesting, such as the corpse of the devil."

"What does he want to do?"

"Who knows, but it's definitely not a good thing." Fan Lin said, "We need to go to the Ministry of Magic to find out, by the way, Umbridge has been reappointed, do you know?"

"What?" Harry felt a sense of disgust for no reason, "This is terrible."

"We still have a lot to do, Harry, especially in the current situation..."

...

They went to bed very late that night. Harry has now slept in Sirius's room. He lay on the bed, using the light of his wand to draw tracks on old photos of his father, Sirius, Lupin and Pettigrew, and spent ten minutes muttering his plan to himself.

However, when he extinguished the light of his wand, he thought not of Polyjuice Potion, Coma Flower Candy, or the navy blue robes and vampires of the Magic Maintenance Department, but of the wand dealer Gregorovitch.

How long could they remain hidden from Voldemort's determined search?

Dawn seemed to follow midnight with unceremonious haste. (To be continued)