Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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George and Fred's fireworks quickly caught Umbridge's attention—

Since it's just over now.ls, it makes perfect sense that these two troublemakers want to unleash the fireworks.

Umbridge didn't doubt anything, but still had his wand in hand, ready to go downstairs to deal with the fireworks.

Harry, Ron and Hermione took the opportunity to sneak into Umbridge's office.

They took off the Invisibility Cloak, and Hermione hurried to the window, standing out of sight of the people outside, pulling out her wand and peering into the field below.

Harry rushed to the fireplace, grabbed the can of floo powder, and sprinkled a pinch into the hearth, where an emerald-green flame ignited immediately. Immediately he knelt down, stuck his head into the dancing flames and shouted, "12 Grimmauld Place!"

Although his knees were still firmly on the cold office floor, his head began to spin, as if he had just come off a playground carousel. He had been squinting at the whirling ash, and when the whirling stopped, he opened his eyes and found himself looking at the long, deserted kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place.

There is no one in the kitchen. He had expected this to be the case, but when he looked at the empty room, it seemed that a fiery unease and panic had suddenly surged in his stomach, which caught him off guard.

"Sirius?" Harry called. "Sirius, are you there?"

His voice echoed in the house, but there was no response except for a slight shuffling sound to the right of the fire.

"Who's there?" he shouted, thinking it might just be a mouse. But soon, the house-elf Kreacher slipped into his sight. Although his hands appeared to be badly wounded recently and were heavily bandaged, he seemed to be very happy about something.

-486? "It's Potter Boy's head in the fire," Kreacher said to the empty kitchen, sneaking a sneaky, smug glance at Harry, "Kreacher is weird, he's here to do it. what?"

"Where's Sirius, Kreacher?" Harry asked.

The house-elf gasped and chuckled.

"Master is out, Harry Potter."

"Where did he go? Where did he go, Kreacher?"

But Kreacher didn't answer, just giggled.

"I warn you!" Harry said, knowing perfectly well that he couldn't punish Kreacher in the situation he was in, "Where's Lupin? Where's Mad-Eye? Any one of them, are they there? "

"No one's here except Kreacher!" said the elf cheerfully, turning his back to Harry and slowly walking towards the door on the other side of the kitchen, "Kreacher thinks he should go and chat with the mistress for a while now. Yeah. He hasn't had a chance in a long time, and Kreacher's master always keeps him away from her—"

"Where's Sirius?" Harry shouted from behind the elf. "Kreacher, has he gone to the Department of Mysteries?"

Kreacher stopped in place, and Harry made only the bare back of his head across the tree-like legs of the chair in front of him. "Master didn't tell poor Kreacher where he was going," said the elf softly.

"But you know!" Harry cried, "do you? You know where he is!"

After a moment of silence, the elf let out the loudest giggles.

"Master is not coming back from the Department of Mysteries!" he shouted happily dancing, "Kreacher and his mistress can be undisturbed again!"

He hurried forward and disappeared into the hall through the door.

"you--!"

Before Harry could utter any curse or abuse, he felt a sharp pain in his head—

He felt as if he had inhaled a lot of soot, choked out of breath, and found himself being pulled backwards through the flames.

Finally, in a moment of sudden terror, he looked up and saw Umbridge's pale, broad, livid face.

She grabbed Harry by the hair and dragged him out of the fire, then pulled him back by the neck so hard that it seemed like she wanted to split his throat.

"What do you think," Umbridge said viciously, bringing his fat face to Harry's ear, pulling Harry's neck back a little bit so Harry was now looking at the ceiling, "in two After only sniffing, will I let a dirty little animal that picks up litter carry me into my office? After the second sniffing came in, I set a burglar-sensing spell on the door, You stupid boy!"

"You! Take his wand," she exclaimed to someone Harry couldn't see, and Harry felt a hand fumble in the breast pocket of his robe and took his wand, "and hers. ."

Harry heard a scuffle at the door, and he knew that Hermione's wand had also been taken.

"I want to know why you're in my office," Umbridge said, shaking the fist that grabbed Harry's hair, so Harry wobbled, "your head is in my fireplace. , I want to know who are you going to contact?"

"No one—" Harry said, trying to break free of her, feeling some hair and scalp separating—

Harry never knew that Umbridge's power was so great, even if Harry had used his strength, he still couldn't ask Umbridge to restrain him.

"Liar!" Umbridge yelled.

She pushed Harry away from her and Harry slammed into the table.

Now he saw Hermione being pinned against the wall by Millisenberg's hands.

Malfoy reclined on the windowsill, grinning triumphantly as he tossed Harry's wand in the air with one hand and caught it.

There was chaos outside, and several tall Slytherin students walked in—

Ginny, Luna, Fred, George, Zhang Qiu...

Almost all members of Dumbledore's Army were captured,

"Obviously, talking to that person is very important to you. Is it Albus Dumbledore? Or Hagrid the bastard? I don't believe it's Minerva McGonagall, I hear she's too injured to talk to. Anyone talking?" Umbridge asked viciously—

As early as the day before yesterday, when Harry was taking his astronomy exam, he saw Professor Umbridge raiding Hagrid's cabin with some Aurors.

Hagrid eventually escaped into the Forbidden Forest, while Professor McGonagall was wounded for stopping Umbridge.

"It's none of your business who I talk to," Harry growled.

Umbridge's slack face seemed to tighten.

"Very well," she said in the most terrifying, hypocritical gentleness, "very well, Mr. Potter, I gave you the opportunity to confess to me. You refused. I had no choice but to force you. Draco - get Professor Snape."

Malfoy stuffed Harry's wand into his robe and left the room with a smug smile, but Harry barely noticed him. He just realized something-

He couldn't believe how stupid he was to forget about it.

He thought all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, all those who could help him save Sirius, were gone—

But he was wrong. There's still a member of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts--

That's Snape!

Harry looked at Umbridge again, who was staring at him.

There were footsteps in the hallway, and Draco Malfoy entered the room, leaving the door open for Snape to enter.

Harry put his face up on purpose to show a calm expression.

"You want to see me, Headmaster?" Snape asked indifferently, glancing at each struggling student with a nonchalant expression.

"Ah, Professor Snape," Umbridge said, standing up with a big smile on his face, "yes, I want another bottle of Veritaserum, the sooner the better, please."

"Last time you took my last bottle of interrogation porter," he said, looking at her coldly through his greasy, curtain-like black hair, "you probably didn't use it all up? I told you. You, three drops are enough."

Umbridge blushed.

"Can you make some more?" she asked, her voice sweeter and sweeter than the little girl she always did when she was annoyed.

"Of course," said Snape, pouting. "It would take a full moon cycle to make, so I'll have it ready for you in about a month."

"A month?" Umbridge shouted gruffly, raising his voice like a toad. "A month? But I want it tonight, Snape! I just found out Potter was using my fire with an or A few unknown people contacted!"

"I already told you." Snape frowned, a little impatient in his calm voice, "I don't have any extra Veritaserum, unless you want to poison Potter, if you really want to. If I do, I can assure you that I'll agree with you immensely, otherwise I can't help you, the only trouble is that most venoms work so fast that the victim hardly has much time to say—"

"He's got the bigfoot!" Harry cried suddenly. "He got the bigfoot where that thing was hiding!"

Snape froze for a moment, looking at Harry with a very odd expression.

"Bigfoot?" shouted Professor Umbridge, looking eagerly from Harry to Snape. "What is Bigfoot? What's hiding somewhere? What the **** does he mean, Snape?"

Snape was still staring at Harry.

His expression was unfathomable.

Harry didn't know if he understood, but he didn't dare to speak more clearly in Umbridge's face.

"No idea." Snape raised his eyebrows with his zombie-like face, then turned around immediately, pushed open the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts office and walked out.

"Good, good, good, good," she said, drawing out her wand, "good, I don't think I have any other choice, it's more important than school discipline, it's more important than anything, it's about Safety at the Ministry of Magic!"

"You forced me to do this, Potter, I really don't want to," but her body betrayed her, Umbridge said, shaking with excitement, raising her wand and pointing it at Harry." But sometimes it turns out that with some Forbidden spell being used properly, I'm sure the Minister will understand that I have no choice."

Malfoy looked at her with a wistful look on his face.

"The Cruciatus should make you speak," Umbridge said softly.

"No!" screamed Hermione. "It's illegal!"

"And Professor Dumbledore won't let you go!" Hermione warned.

"Hmph, Dumbledore," Umbridge said with a sneer.

She was panting slightly, like an excited bitch, pointing her wand back and forth at different places on Harry's body, apparently trying to decide which would hurt the most.

"squeak--"

At this moment, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was suddenly pushed open, but there was no one outside the door.

Just when everyone's eyes were drawn to the door.

"Bam—"

The door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office suddenly slammed shut again.

At this moment, the air suddenly filled with the smell of sulfur and rotting flesh.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

Everyone looked out the window.

"Bam—"

The strange crashing sound came from outside the window again, and black crows slammed into the window of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The crows were smashed to pieces and fell to the ground.

Just when everyone was surprised, "Crash-"

The kitten drawing plate hanging in the Defence Against the Dark Arts office suddenly fell, and the cat drawing plate still on the wall formed the shape of an upside-down cross.

"What's going on? What's going on here?" Umbridge looked around like a rat.

Umbridge straightened, holding his wand tightly.

"what--!"

Umbridge was suddenly knocked out by an invisible force and slammed into the wall.

But obviously, this damage does not make Umbridge completely lose his resistance.

Umbridge stood up quickly, pointed at Harry with the wand in his hand, and asked fiercely:

"What are you doing? What kind of magic is this?"

"I didn't do anything!" Harry yelled nervously.

"vomit--"

"vomit--"

At this time, the Slytherins suddenly let go of Dumbledore's Army, which was under their control, and retched on the ground.

After retching for a while, some of them slid back on all fours behind their backs in a twisting way beyond the limits of human physiology.

Some were lying on the ground, scribbling and scribbling with their fingers, and at the same time still talking in their mouths.

Some imitate the image of animals crawling on the ground, sniffing and sniffing.

Others curled up in the corner, hugged their legs, and hummed songs with strange tones over and over again.

The members of Dumbledore's Army remained normal, but they were also frightened and gathered together in a corner of the room.

"ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-HA-HA-HA……"

Horrible laughter suddenly echoed in the room.

Umbridge looked around in fear, and finally, his eyes fell on the floor mirror she placed on the left side of the desk——

A familiar figure appeared in the mirror.

"Tiera!" Umbridge roared fiercely, "what do you want?"

It was Tiera who appeared in the mirror.

Tiera smiled and looked at Umbridge with an air of condescension.

"Tiera! What do you want? You want to betray me?" Umbridge roared sternly, "Don't forget, the three souls you want are still in my hands! I tell you, they are almost Done, don't mess with me at this time!"

"I know, I know." Tiera smiled, stepped out of the frame, and circled around the crowded Defence Against the Dark Arts office, "Of course I know, I know, you chose Marc from the Magic Reversal Team. Zan Kessler planted the seeds of plague, Isaiah Duncan of the International Office of Magical Law planted the seeds of famine, and Alexander Thorne of the Auror Division planted the seeds of war."

"The seeds of war, plague and famine have taken root in their souls. They were tortured to the point that they were left with only one breath left. You were locked in a traceless extension box." Tiera's figure appeared in the office, all reflective On the items he has passed, the Slytherins who are lying on the ground and doing weird movements will be pushed aside by invisible forces, "The unmarked extension box is placed in the third filing cabinet of your Ministry of Magic's office. on top."

"First of all, thank you very much for your efforts. I can take over these three souls now." Tiera said.

"But please remember next time." Tiera turned around, then returned to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and now looked at Umbridge like a fool, "Don't think about making an appointment with the devil before signing a formal contract. Fulfill the demon's needs and then blackmail a demon with that need."

......

Ministry of Magic, basement level.

A large thick book, a staff, and a crown broke through the door, broke into the office of the senior deputy minister, and knocked down the third filing cabinet from the left.

A battered suitcase fell from the filing cabinet, and after rolling on the ground a few times, the suitcase snapped open, and there was a loud howl of pain from inside the suitcase.

The three magic items were thrown into the suitcase like falling stars.

After a while, a middle-aged woman covered with sores and black mildew came out holding the scepter of the Empress of Decay.

Followed by a skinny black man wearing a barren crown and a Yugoslav man with a broken body and burning flames holding the "Red Priest Book".

Their eyes were as dull as puppets. , In front of them, a huge door of light opened.

“Tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk…”

There was a sound of hooves~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Then, three horses that seemed to be made of gold, silver and copper stepped out from the door of light——

It is the gold of the sky, the silver of the flow, and the copper of the pillars that Tiera and Slytherin dealt with together.

The three puppet-like living dead sluggishly touched the three horses, and at the same time, turned over and rode on the three horses.

The steeds roared in the sky, turned around in a circle, and rushed back towards the door of light.

The door of light closed when the horses and the living dead rushed back.

The entire office of the Senior Deputy Minister instantly became silent again——

To be precise, with the exception of a few Death Eaters, the entire Ministry of Magic was deserted and extremely silent.

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