Vol 2 Chapter 1255:

　　 "In the name of Merlin's loosest panties?" "I remember this," Hermione said breathlessly. She is holding a large framed portrait. She lowered the portrait to the floor, and then grabbed a small bag decorated with beads from the kitchen cabinet.
Hermione opened it, and she began to forcibly stuff the portrait in. Despite the fact that the portrait obviously didn’t fit in such a small bag, it disappeared within a few seconds, like many others, falling into the pouch endlessly. abyss.
　　 "Phineas Nicholas," Hermione explained as she threw the pouch onto the table, accompanied by the usual loud clank.
　　 "What?" Ron said.
　　 But Harry understood.
The painted Phineas Nicholas Black can easily walk back and forth between his Grimmauld Place portrait and the portrait hanging in the Hogwarts Headmaster’s office: Snape is undoubtedly sitting on the circle at the top of the tower. In the shape room, he triumphantly possessed the exquisite silver magical instruments, stone meditation basin, sorting hat and Geffentor's sword collected by Dumbledore, unless it had been placed elsewhere.
"Snape can send Finias Nicholas to this room to check out," Hermione explained to Ron as she returned to her seat, "but let him try now. All Finias Nicholas can see Only the inside of my handbag."
　　 "Thinking too well!" Ron said, secretly admiring what Hermione had done.
　　 "Thank you," Hermione said with a smile, and moved her soup to her. "So Harry, what else happened today?"
　　 "Nothing special," Harry said. "I watched the entrance to the Ministry of Magic for seven hours. No one else was moving. But I saw your father, Ron, he looks fine."
　　 Ron nodded gratefully after hearing the news. They unanimously agreed that it is too dangerous to communicate with Mr. Weasley when he enters and exits the Ministry of Magic because there are always Ministry staff around him. However, a quick glance at him is reassuring, even though he does seem Somewhat reluctant and nervous.
　　 "Dad kept telling me that most Ministry of Magic staff use Floo to go to work," Ron said. "But some important personnel have never been like this. Perhaps this is why we can't see others."
　　 "Where is that funny old witch and little wizard in navy blue robes?" Hermione asked.
　　 "Oh, it's the guy from the Magic Maintenance Division," Ron said.
　　 "How did you know he worked in the Magic Maintenance Department?" Hermione asked, her spoon floating in the air.
　　 "Dad said everyone in the Magic 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 were checking when Harry came in. "There's no talk of navy blue robes, no!" Hermione said, turning over excitedly. "Does that really matter?"
"Ron, they are all tight! If we want to go to the Ministry of Magic and not expose ourselves when they are watching the intruders closely, every little detail is important. We have been doing this, I mean, these investigations. What's the point, if you are not willing to tell us..."
　　 "Oh, Hermione, I just forgot a little thing..."
　　 "You haven't realized it yet, have you, no place in the world now is more dangerous than going to the Ministry of Magic..."
　　 "But, why do we have to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Ron said with some confusion, "We shouldn't..."
"If you want to figure out what the Death Eaters are doing, the Ministry of Magic is the best choice, isn't it, and there is also information provided by Mondungus, and more importantly, there are some things I care about." Fanlin said To.
　　 "Mondungus? We can..."
"Under the threat of life, Mondungus has no reason to deceive us." Fanlin said, "Furthermore, this is just a plan to be implemented, isn't it? We must make adequate consideration for all possible situations. Preparations until..."
　　 "Until what?"
　　 "Nothing," Fanlin 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."
　　 "Also, Harry still needs to monitor the Ministry of Magic. I always think the Death Eaters will make a big move at the Ministry of Magic."
　　 "Actually, I have this hunch." Harry said, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.
　　 Suddenly, Harry felt a palpitating feeling inexplicably, his forehead...
　　 "The host hasn't finished the soup yet, does the host still want some delicious stew? Or is the host's favorite sugar muffin?"
"Thank you, Kreacher, I'll go... well... the bathroom, I'll be back soon." 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 again Close the door.
Harry grunted in pain, sank his body into the black bathtub with a serpentine faucet in the shape of a big mouth, and closed his eyes... He was sliding down a street immersed in the soft dim light. The buildings on the side have large wooden gables, and they look like flashy 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 a kind of excitement in his heart... the door opened, and a lady stood there laughing. When she lowered her head and saw Harry's face, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by fear...
　　 A cold high-pitched voice asked, "Grigovic?" She shook her head and tried to close the door. A pale hand held the door firmly, in case she shut him out...
　　 "I'm looking for Grigovich."
　　 "He's not here (French)!" She yelled while shaking her head, "He doesn't live here! He doesn't live here! I don't know him!"
　　 gave up the effort to close the door, she began to retreat into the dark hall of the car behind her. Harry slid towards her, his long nailed hand withdrew his wand...
"Where is he?"
　　 "He's gone (French)! Going! I don't know! I don't know!" He raised his hand and she screamed. The two 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 slamming the door hard again.
　　 "Harry, open the door!" He must have yelled just now, he knew. 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 behind her, and Ron looked a little abnormal. He was pointing his wand at the corner of the cold bathroom.
　　 "What were you doing just now?" Hermione asked harshly.
　　 "What do you think I'm doing?" Harry asked defyingly.
　　 "You were shouting that your head is going to turn off." Ron said.
　　 "Really...I just dozed off, or else..."
　　 "Harry, please don't insult our intellect." Hermione said, panting deeply, "We know you are downstairs, your scars are painful, and your face is as white as a piece of paper."
　　 Harry sat down by the bathroom door.
　　 "What happened, Harry? Or, what did Voldemort show you, I think we need to figure it out..." Fanlin said, "This is important!"
"Okay. Just now I saw Voldemort murdered a woman, and he probably killed her whole family. He didn't need to do it at all. It was like killing...killing my house, they just stayed there. "
　　 "Is there anything more, Harry, this is very important..." Fanlin asked.
　　 "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 use it too, Harry! It's just that you can see him killing and torturing, what good is it?"
　　 "At least I know what he's doing." Harry murmured.
　　 "So you haven't even tried to keep him out of your mind?"
　　 "Hermione, I can't do it. You know I'm sick of Occlumency. I have never mastered it."
"You haven't really tried it at all!" Hermione said fiercely, "I don't care, Harry... have you always liked this particular connection, or relationship, or... whatever..." When she Hermione was incoherent when she saw Harry standing up and looking at her.
　　 "Like it?" Harry said calmly, "Will you like it?"
　　 "I...no...I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean that..."
　　 "I hate it, I hate the face he got into my head. I had to look at him when he was most dangerous. But I still want to use it!"
　　 "Dumbledore..."
　　 "Forget Dumbledore. This is our own choice, not someone else's. I want to know why he hunted down."
"Who?"
　　 "Grigovic is a wand maker abroad." Harry said, "He made wands for Krum, and Krum thought he was very talented."
　　 "But according to you," Ron said, "Where did Voldemort shut Ollivander. He already had a wand maker, what else would he do?"
"Perhaps Voldemort agrees with Krum's idea and thinks Grigovic is better... or else Voldemort thinks Grigovic can explain the reaction of my wand when he hunts me down. Because of Olivan De doesn't know."
"Maybe Ollivander is unwilling to do this." Fanlin 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, "Use it against me..."
　　 "Harry, you kept talking about what your wand did," Hermione said, "but you let it happen. Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own power?"
"Because I know that's not me! Voldemort also knows, Hermione. We all know what happened." The two of them stared at each other; Harry knew he hadn't convinced Hermione, and she was preparing to argue with him: not only To refute his claim of his magic wand, and to oppose the fact that he allowed himself to spy on Voldemort's ideas. To Harry's comfort, at least Fanlin trusted him.
"We can leave this alone, Hermione!" Fanlin said, "Perhaps we can plan something else, such as figuring out what the Ministry of Magic is looking for for Voldemort, and that Tefrey has entered the Ministry. Gives me a very bad feeling."
　　 "Why do you care so much about that vampire called Tefrey?"
　　 At this time they returned to the kitchen in the basement, and Kreacher offered them stew and honey patties.
　　 "Because I was hunted down by him on the day I saved you, and he brought his people to make me like this."
　　 "You never told us."
　　 "Because I never thought he would go to the Ministry of Magic!" Fanlin said, "That's not a good place, it's not in line with vampire principles!"
　　 "Principle? That kind of thing?"
　　 "Well, I admit that this may not be appropriate, but vampires are like this. Why would a race that has avoided the world for hundreds of years help a younger black wizard?"
　　 "Perhaps because he is strong enough, isn't the Dark Wizard always like this?" Ron said, "I think they are more direct."
"So, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, they are more cruel." Fanlin said, "Undisguised desires are often more frightening, and I remember if there is no news from Mondungus, the Ministry of Magic is helping Voldemort was looking for something, something interesting, like a demon's bones."
　　 "What does he want to do?"
　　 "Who knows, but it's definitely not a good thing." Fanlin said, "We have to go to the Ministry of Magic to find out. By the way, Umbridge is back in office, do you know?"
　　 "What?" Harry felt disgusted for no reason. "This is terrible."
　　 "We still have a lot to do, Harry, especially in this situation..."
　　……
　　 They went to bed late this night. Harry had now fallen asleep in Sirius' room. He lay on the bed, tracing the old photos of his father, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew with the light of his wand, and spent another ten minutes muttering plans to himself.
　　 However, when he extinguished the light of the wand, what he thought of was not the compound decoction, the coma flower candy, the navy blue robe of the Department of Magic Maintenance, and the vampire, but the wand Shang Grigovich.
　　 Under Voldemort's resolute search, how long can they hide?
　　 The dawn seemed to be impolite and hurry up immediately after midnight.
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