Chapter 1216 (1/2)
”In the name of Merlin's most baggy briefs?” ”I remember this,” Hermione gasped. She was holding a large framed portrait. She lowered the portrait to the floor and grabbed a beaded pouch out of the kitchen cupboard.
Hermione opened it, and she began to force the portrait in. Although it was obvious that it could not fit into such a small bag, within seconds it disappeared and, like many others, fell into the abyss of the pouch.
”Phineas Nicholas,” she explained as Hermione threw the bag on the table with the usual loud clanging.
”What?” Said Ron.
But Harry understood.
The portrait of Phineas Nicholas black can easily walk back and forth between his portrait in grimmer square and the portrait hanging in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts: Snape is undoubtedly sitting in the circular room at the top of the tower, triumphantly possessing Dumbledore's exquisite silver magic instruments, stone meditation pots, branch hat and gefindor's sword, Unless it's been put somewhere else.
”Snape can send Phineas Nicholas to the house,” Hermione explained to Ron as she returned to her seat. ”But now let him try. All Phineas Nicholas can see is the inside of my handbag.”
”Well thought!” Ron said, admiring Hermione for what she did.
”Thank you,” Hermione said with a smile, moving her soup to her. ”So Harry, what else happened today?”
”Nothing special.” Said Harry. ”I watched the entrance to the Ministry of magic for seven hours. There was no one else. But see your dad, Ron. He looks good
Ron nodded with thanks at the news. They agreed that it was too dangerous to communicate with Mr. Weasley when he was in and out of the Ministry, because there were always ministry staff around him. However, it was reassuring to glance at him in a hurry, although he did seem a little reluctant and nervous.
”Dad kept telling me that most of the Ministry of magic staff use the flying road network to get to work,” Ron said. ”But some important people never do that, and maybe that's why we don't see other people.”
”What about the funny old witch and the little wizard in the Navy robe?” Asked Hermione.
”Oh, it's the magic maintenance guy,” said Ron.
”How do you know he works in the magic repair department?” Hermione asked, her spoon suspended in the air.
”Dad said everyone in the magic repair department was wearing navy robes.”
”You never told us that!” Hermione put down the spoon and pulled over a bundle of notes and maps that she and Ron were examining when Harry came in. ”There is no Tibetan blue robe here, no! ”Said Hermione, flipping excitedly. ”Does that really matter? ”
” Ron, they all matter! If we want to go to the Ministry of magic and don't expose ourselves while they're all watching the intruders, every little detail is very heavy. We've been doing this all the time. I mean, what's the point of these investigations, if you don't want to tell us... ”
”Oh, Hermione, I just forgot a little thing...”
”You don't realize it, do you? No place in the world is more dangerous now than we go to the Ministry of magic...”
”But why do we have to go to the Ministry of magic?” Ron said with some doubt, ”we shouldn't have...”
”If you want to find out what the death eaters are doing, the Ministry of magic is the best choice, isn't it? And there's information from Mundungus, and more importantly, there's something I care about.” Said Fanlin.
”Mundungus? We can... ”
”Under the threat of life, Mundungus has no reason to deceive us.” Besides, it's just a plan to be implemented, isn't it? We have to be prepared for all possible situations until
”Until what?”
”Nothing,” Van leen shook his head. ”When I recover, I think I need to contact Sirius. Maybe kretcher can help me with this.”
”Of course, master Al, kretcher can.”
”And Harry, you still need to watch the Ministry. I always think death eaters will make a big move in the Ministry.”
”As a matter of fact, I have such a premonition.” Said Harry, wiping his mouth with his handkerchief.
All of a sudden, Harry felt a palpitation on his forehead
”The host hasn't finished the soup yet. Would you like a delicious stew? Or is it the sugar muffin that the host has always preferred? ”
”Thank you, kretcher. I'll go Well Restroom. 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 closed the door again.
Murmured Harry in agony, sinking himself into a black bathtub with a serpentine faucet in the shape of a big mouth, and closed his eyes He was gliding down a street in a soft shimmer, and the buildings on either side of him had big wooden Gables that looked like flashy houses.He approached one of the houses and saw his pale, long fingernails on the door. He began to knock on the door, and felt a kind of excitement rising from his heart The door opened and a lady stood there laughing. When she looked down at Harry's face, the smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by fear
A cold high voice asked, ”gregovich?” She shook her head as she tried to close the door. A pale hand clung to the door in case she shut him out
”I'm looking for gregovich.”
”He's not here (in French),” she exclaimed, shaking her head. ”He doesn't live here! He doesn't live here! I don't know him! ”
Giving up trying to close the door, she began to retreat into the dark hall behind the car. Harry glided up to her, his long fingernail hand pulling out his wand
”Where is he?”
”He's gone (French)! Gone! I don't know! I don't know! ” He raised his hand and she screamed. Two children ran into the hall and she tried to protect them with her arms. A green light flashed by
”Harry! Harry!” He opened his eyes and found himself on the floor.
Hermione is pounding on the door again.
”Harry, open the door!” He must have yelled, he knows. Harry stood up and opened the door. Hermione fell in at once, but she soon regained her balance and looked around in disbelief.
Van Lin and Ron were right behind her, and Ron looked a little out of place. He was pointing his wand at the corner of the cold bathroom.
”What were you doing just now?” Asked Hermione sternly.
”What do you think I'm doing?” Harry asked in a feeble voice.