HP Magic Biography

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Since Kreacher and Dobby left, Harry has become a little anxious, and he has been walking around the house with great expectations all morning.

However, Kreacher and Dobby did not come back in the morning, not even in the afternoon, until dusk, Harry was a little discouraged, and he was worried. In front of him was a large piece of rancid bread that Hermione had tried in many ways but failed to deform it, of course it was of no help.

Fanlin is working hard to recover. However, according to Madam Pomfrey's conclusion, it will take at least half a month. Involuntarily, four people seem to be trapped in the house.

By the second day, Kreacher and Dobby still did not return, and so did the third day.

However, two people in cloaks appeared outside the gate of Grimmauld Place No. 12, and they stayed until night, staring at the house they couldn't see.

"It must be a Death Eater," Ron said as Harry looked out the window of the lounge.

"Do they know we are here?"

"I don't think so." Hermione said, although she seemed a little scared, "Or they would have reported to Snape long ago, didn't they?"

"Don't you think that Moody would cast a tongue-locking spell when they were standing there?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Hermione said. "Also, they must know a lot of ways to get in, don't they? But they want to see if we will show up. After all, they know this house belongs to Harry."

"How did they know—?" Harry said.

"The wizard's will will be checked by the government, remember? Sirius made the will very early, so they will know that Sirius left this house for you." Fanlin looked up and said, "But don't worry too much. If they were to come in, we would not be able to stay here like we do now."

However, the presence of the Death Eaters triggered an unpredictable feeling in Grimmauld Place 12. After Mr. Weasley’s patron saint, they did not receive any news from anyone outside Grimmauld Place, and nervousness began. show.

Lack of rest, impatience and irritability, which made Ron develop an unpleasant habit...playing with the light extinguisher in his pocket.

This obviously annoyed Hermione, who was reading the story of the bard Bieber. She didn't like the flickering of lights.

"Can't you stop?" She finally broke out on the third night Kreacher left, and all the lights in the living room were turned on and off again and again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ron said, and he pressed the switch controller to restore all the lights. "I don't know what I am doing."

"Hey, can't you find something meaningful for yourself to do?"

"What? Like reading a joke story?"

"Dumbledore left me this book, Ron..."

"...And he left me this light extinguisher, maybe he told me that I should use it!" Before they started arguing, Harry walked out first, and neither of them noticed.

He walked towards the kitchen he had been to countless times, because he was sure that was where Kreacher was most likely to appear again. As he walked from the stairs to the hall, he heard a slight knock on the front door, followed by the clanging of metal and the rubbing of chains. All the nerves in his body were tense: he pulled out his wand and slowly moved to the shadow next to the row of chopped house elves, waiting.

"Wait a minute..." Fanlin pressed Harry's shoulders and tied the cloak to him.

The door opened: He caught a glimpse of the brightly lit square outside, and a cloak-shaped figure moved in and closed the door behind him. The intruder took a step forward when Moody's voice sounded, "Severus Snape?"

The smoky body moved towards him from the end of the hall, and could not wait to raise its lifeless hand.

"It's not me who killed you, Albus," a quiet voice said. Unlucky things happened. The soot body exploded again, and the newcomer couldn't pass through the dense white smoke left after it exploded. Fanlin pointed his wand to the middle of the smoke.

"Don't move!" But Fanlin forgot the portrait of Mrs. Black. In his shout, the curtain used to cover the portrait was lifted, and she began to scream: "Mudbloods and **** have defiled my ancestors Home..."

At this time Ron and Hermione ran down the stairs, standing behind Fanlin and Harry, holding their wands just like him.

The unknown person stood in the hall, holding his hands.

"Calm down, it's me, Remus!"

"Oh, thank goodness." Ron said feebly, turning around and pointing his wand at Mrs. Black. With a bang, the curtains swished shut and the house fell silent again.

"Prove yourself!" Fan Lin threatened, and the light of the magic wand began to light up.

Lupin walked to the light, still keeping his hands in a surrender posture. "I am Remus John Lupin, a werewolf, sometimes called the face of the moon, one of the four creators of the map of the point of life, and Nifadora...usually called Tonks... Marriage, I taught you how to summon the patron saint, Harry, in the shape of an elk, and, Fanlin, I used to be your steward."

"Oh, indeed." Harry said, and he put down his wand.

"I'm sorry, Remus, but I have to check, don't I?" Fanlin said, putting away his wand, followed by Hermione.

"You can't lower your defense against your former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I very much agree with your verification. Of course, Ron, you shouldn't let your guard down so quickly."

They walked towards him.

Remus looked tired in a thick black cloak, but he was very happy to see them.

"No news from Severus yet?" Remus asked.

"Not yet." Fanlin shook his head, "Snape will not come here stupidly."

"Is everything going well? How is everyone?"

"Not bad." Lupin said. "But we are all being watched. There are a few Death Eaters in the square outside..."

"we know……"

"I had to apparate very accurately on the top steps outside the front door to make sure they wouldn't see me. They must not know you are here, or I'm sure they will send more people outside. They are watching. Everything related to you, Harry. We go downstairs, I have a lot to tell you, and I want to know what happened after you left the Burrow."

They entered the kitchen, Hermione pointed her wand at the fireplace, and the flames immediately burned. This made the hard stone wall feel comfortable, and the long wooden table was shining brightly.

Lupin took out a few bottles of Butterbeer from under his travel cloak, and they sat down.

"I was here three days ago, but I had to find a way to get rid of the Death Eaters who followed me." Lupin said.

"So, you came here after the wedding?"

"No, it was after we met a few Death Eaters in a cafe on Tottenham Court Road." Lupin sprayed almost all of his butterbeer on the front of his clothes.

"What?" So they began to talk about what happened, and when they finished speaking, Lupin looked shocked. "But how could they find you so quickly? It's impossible to track the Apparated people, unless you hold on to them the moment they disappear."

"And they don't seem to happen to be cruising around Tottenham Court Road, do they?" Harry said.

"We want to know," Hermione asked tentatively, "Does Harry still have that kind of connection with him?"

"Impossible!" Lupin asserted, this order relieved Hermione.

So Lupin is not an insider?

Fanlin frowned, the mess Dumbledore had left him was a bit bad.

"Let’s not talk about anything else. If Harry and him are still in contact, they would have known that Harry is here. But I don’t know how they followed you to Tottenham Court Road. People are worried, very worrying.” Lupin went on to say that he looked a little confused, but compared with what Harry was concerned about, this issue could be put aside for the time being.

"Remus, you tell us what happened after we left. We haven't heard anything since Ron's father told us that the family is safe." Fanlin said, "I tried to send a message. But no one..."

"Oh, Kingsley saved us," Lupin said. "Thankfully he warned most of the wedding guests. Most of them apparated before they arrived."

"Is it a Death Eater or someone from the ministry?" Hermione interrupted suddenly.

"Both, but in fact, they are all the same thing now." Lupin said, "They probably have more than 20 people, but they don't know you are here, Harry. Arthur said he heard about them. Before killing Scrimgeour, I tortured your whereabouts. If this is true, then it seems that he did not betray you."

Inexplicably, Harry was a little moved. He had never liked Scrimgeour like he does now, but if what Lupin said was true, then the last action of this man was to desperately protect Harry.

"The Death Eaters searched the Burrow upright." Lupin continued. "They found the ghouls, but didn't want to approach them... Then they interrogated those of us who hadn't had time to escape for hours. They wanted to try to get your information, Harry, but of course except in the society. No one of the people knows you are already here."

"At the same time they completely destroyed the wedding banquet. More Death Eaters wanted to forcibly break into every house in the suburbs that was connected to the Order of the Phoenix. But no one died," he added hastily, blocking their problem. "But they are very rude. They burned Dedalo Digo's house to the ground, but you know he is not at home. They cast a heartbreaking curse on the Tonks family, and likewise, they want to know you are in their house Where did they go after being a guest. They were okay... terrified, obviously, but in other ways, they were okay."

"So, did those Death Eaters pass all the protection spells?" Fanlin asked with a frown, "It's hard for me to understand. There are some ancient magics that are not common."

"You should realize, Fanlin, the Death Eaters have now additionally received all the power of the Ministry of Magic." Lupin said. "They don't need to be afraid of identification or arrest. They are given the power to perform those cruel spells. They are trying to break every defensive spell we put on them, and they fully disclose the reason for their coming."

"I'm afraid, there are still Voldemort's methods in it, otherwise it would not be possible to break it so simply, at least not a few days ago, only those vampires can."

"They are unscrupulous!" Lupin sighed.

"Didn't they give an explanation for torturing people about Harry's whereabouts?" Hermione asked, her voice quite sharp.

"Oh," Lupin said, he hesitated, and then pulled out a folded daily prophet. "Here," he said, pushing it to Harry through the table, "you will know sooner or later...anyway, this is their excuse for chasing you."

Harry flattened the newspaper, and a huge photo of himself occupied the first page of the entire newspaper. He read the title of the news once: About the death of Albus Dumbledore-we need to question!

For an instant, Ron yelled angrily, but Harry didn't say a word.

He pushed the paper aside. He didn't want to read it at all: he knew what they would say, and no one knew who killed him except for the person who witnessed Dumbledore's death on the tower. However, Rita Skeeter has told the entire wizarding world that a few minutes after Dumbledore's fall, someone saw Harry escape from the place where he was sent.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Lupin said.

"So, we lost control of Rita?"

Lupin nodded.

"The rune was in my hands before, but the night of Dumbledore's fierce battle was broken. They had planned..."

"But do people really know what is going to happen?" Hermione asked.

"Actually they have quietly gained power." Lupin said. The official has explained Scrimgeour's death, saying that he died naturally, and his position has been replaced by Bius Diknis, who was under the Imperius Curse! "

"Why didn't Voldemort declare that he was the Minister of Magic?" Ron asked. Lupin smiled.

"Because he doesn't need it, Ron. Authoritatively, he is indeed a minister, so why does he have to sit behind his desk in the ministry? His puppet Diknis is taking care of his daily affairs for him, leaving it to His free space expands his power far from the Ministry of Magic."

"Of course many people have speculated what happened. In the recent period of time, the Ministry of Magic’s policy has undergone such a dramatic change. Many people are secretly talking about Voldemort must be in control behind their backs. However, this is the point. Dare to trust each other, do not know who is trustworthy, they are so scared that they dare not say loudly, afraid that their guess is true, and their family becomes the target. Yes, Voldemort is playing a very clever trick , Claiming that he might have inspired a rebellion, and keeping the pretense has created chaos, distrust and fear."

"This dramatic change in Ministry of Magic policy," Harry asked, "including warning the entire wizarding world to oppose me instead of Voldemort?"

"Of course it's part of it," Lupin said, "and it's a wonderful move. Now Dumbledore is dead, and you... the boy who survived... of course is a sign of the long war against Voldemort. But by implying that you had a hand in the death of the old leader, Voldemort not only put a label on your head, but also spread fear and doubt among those who had defended you in the past."

"During this period, the minister has acted against people of Muggle origin." Lupin pointed to the Daily Prophet. "Look at the second edition."

Hermione opened the second edition with the same expression of disgust as when she held the secret of black magic in her hand.

"Muggle-born register," she read aloud, "The Ministry of Magic is promising to take action to investigate so-called Muggle-born people to better understand the magic secrets they hold. "Recently, an investigation by the Department of Mystery shows that magic It can only be passed on through the reproduction of wizards. People who have not been proven to be of wizard family descent, that is, people of Muggle origin, may obtain magic power through theft or force. "The Ministry of Magic is determined to find out who usurped magic power. After the end, it will send invitations to every Muggle-born person to attend a meeting organized by the newly established Muggle-born Registration Committee."

"Everyone will not let this happen." Ron said.

"But it happened, Ron," Lupin said. "At the moment we speak, people of Muggle origin are being rounded up."

"But how can they say it's the magic of stealing?" Ron said, "It's a manifestation of spirit and intelligence. If you can steal magic, there won't be so many dumb guns, right?"

"I know," Lupin said, "but unless you can prove that you have at least one close relative of a wizard, your magic power will be deemed illegally acquired and subject to legal sanctions."

"This is something he has been pursuing hard." Fanlin said in disgust, holding Hermione tightly with one hand, "He is killing himself!"

"I mean, if something really goes wrong, you can have a Weasley surname!"

"Thank you, Ron, but this is a joke!" Fanlin stabbed with his magic wand and all the Muggle articles disappeared.

"Compared to this, what does Voldemort plan to do with Hogwarts?" Fanlin asked, this was his concern.

"Every young wizard and wizard is forced to attend," he replied. "It was announced yesterday. This is a change. It has never been mandatory before. Of course, almost the entire British wizards and wizards are graduated from Hogwarts, but parents have the right to choose to teach their children at home or put their children Send it abroad if they think it would be better. And as it is now, all the wizarding population will grow under Voldemort's nose, from small to large. This is also another way to eliminate people from Muggles. , Because they have to show their blood identity before they enter school, which means they have to go to the Ministry of Magic to prove their wizarding blood."

Harry thought disgustingly and angrily: At this moment, some freshmen in the first grade may be watching a list of newly bought spell books, not knowing that they may never see Hogwarts~www.readwn.com~ May never see their family again.

"It's... it's..." he muttered, trying to find a word to express his horrible imagination just now.

But Lupin just said quietly, "I understand."

Lupin hesitated.

"I understand you won't recognize these, Harry, but the people in the Order feel that Dumbledore seems to have left you with a mission."

"Yes," Harry replied, "For me and Fanlin, and Hermione and Ron are also involved. They will be with us."

"So, do you trust me enough to tell me what the task is?"

Fanlin raised his head and stared at this prematurely aging face with wrinkles, with thick but gray hair. He really hoped he could not answer that way. "I can't, Remus, I'm sorry, if Dumbledore didn't tell you, then I don't think I can either."

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