Harry Potter and the Old Ones

George and Fred's fireworks soon attracted Umbridge's attention -

Since the O.W.Ls have just ended, it makes sense that these two troublemakers would want to let off fireworks and have fun.

Umbridge didn't doubt anything, but still held her wand, 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, stood out of sight of people outside, took out her wand and peered into the field below.

Harry rushed to the fireplace, grabbed the can of Floo powder, and sprinkled a handful into the hearth, where an emerald green flame immediately burst into flames. He immediately knelt down, stuck his head into the dancing flames and shouted: "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!"

Although his knees were still planted firmly on the cold office floor, his head began to spin as if he had just gotten off a carousel at an amusement park. He kept squinting against the swirling soot. When the swirling stopped, he opened his eyes and found himself looking at the long, deserted kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

There was 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 burning uneasiness and panic suddenly surged in his stomach, catching him off guard.

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

His voice echoed through the room, but there was no reply except a slight shuffling sound to the right of the fire.

"Who's there?" he shouted, thinking it might just be a rat. But soon, the house elf Kreacher slipped into his sight. Although his hands were thickly bandaged as if they had been recently injured, he looked as if he was taking great pleasure in something.

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486? "It's the Potter boy's head in the fire." Kreacher said to the empty kitchen. He glanced at Harry furtively with a strange and proud look. "Kreacher is very strange. He does it." What?"

"Where is Sirius, Kreacher?" Harry asked.

The house elf gasped and chuckled.

"The master is out, Harry Potter."

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

But Kreacher didn't answer, just chuckled.

"I'm warning you!" Harry said, knowing full well that given his current situation, there was no way he could punish Kreacher. "Where's Lupine? Where's Mad-Eye? Any one of them will do. Are any of them here? "

"No one is here except Kreacher!" the elf said cheerfully, turning his back to Harry and starting to slowly walk towards the door at the other end of the kitchen. "Kreacher thinks he should go and chat with the mistress for a while now. Yes. He hasn't found a chance for a long time. Kreacher's master always keeps him away from her-"

"Where is Sirius?" Harry shouted after the elf. "Kreacher, has he gone to the Department of Mysteries?"

Kreacher stopped where he was, and Harry could only make out the bare back of his head through the forest-like chair legs in front of him. "The master didn't tell poor Kreacher where he was going," the elf said softly.

"But you do!" shouted Harry, "don't you? You know where he is!"

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

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

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

"you--!"

Before Harry could say any curses or insults, he felt a sharp pain in the top of his head——

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

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

She dragged Harry out of the fire by his hair, then pulled his neck back with such force that it seemed she wanted to rip his throat open.

"What do you think." Umbridge put her fat face close to Harry's ear, said viciously, and pulled Harry's neck back a little more, so that Harry was now looking at the ceiling, "between the two After just one sniff, would I let a dirty little trash-picking animal carry me into my office again? After the second sniff came in, I set a ring of thief induction charms on the door. You stupid boy!"

"You! Take his wand," she called to someone whom Harry could not see, and Harry felt a hand fumble in the breast pocket of his robes and take away the wand, "and hers." .”

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

"I want to know why you are in my office," Umbridge said, shaking the fist that was holding Harry's hair so that Harry shook as well. "Your head is in my fireplace." , I want to know who you want to contact?”

"No one -" Harry said as he tried to pull away from her, feeling some hair separate from his scalp -

Harry never knew that Umbridge was so powerful. Even though Harry had tried his best, he still couldn't stop Umbridge from controlling her.

"Liar!" shouted Umbridge.

She pushed Harry away from her, causing him to slam against the table.

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

Malfoy was leaning against the window sill, smiling triumphantly as he threw Harry's wand up into the air with one hand and caught it again.

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

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

Almost all members of Dumbledore's Army were captured,

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

As early as the day before yesterday, when Harry was taking his astronomy exam, he saw Professor Umbridge leading some Aurors to raid Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid eventually escaped into the Forbidden Forest, while Professor McGonagall was injured for trying to stop Umbridge.

"Who I talk to is none of your business," Harry growled.

Umbridge's slack face seemed to tighten.

"Very well," she said in her most frightening, hypocritically gentle tone, "Very well, Mr. Potter, I gave you the chance to confess to me. But you refused. I had no choice but to force you. Draco - get Professor Snape."

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

He couldn't believe he could be so stupid and forget all about it.

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

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

That's Snape!

Harry looked at Umbridge again. She was staring closely at him.

There were footsteps in the corridor, and Draco Malfoy walked into the room, holding the door open for Snape to enter.

Harry deliberately kept his face straight and showed a calm expression.

"You want to see me, Headmaster?" Snape asked calmly, with a cold expression, he glanced at each struggling student.

"Ah, Professor Snape," Umbridge said, standing up with a smile on her face, "Yes, I would like another bottle of Veritaserum, as soon as possible, please."

"Last time you took away my last bottle of Interrogation Potter," he said, looking at her coldly through her greasy, curtain-like black hair, "I guess you didn't use it all? I told you For you, three drops are enough.”

Umbridge blushed.

"Can you make some more?" she asked, her voice growing sweeter than a little girl's, the way she always did when she was annoyed.

"Of course." Snape curled his lips and said, "That takes a full moon cycle to prepare, so I will have it ready for you in about a month."

"A month?" Umbridge shouted gruffly, raising her voice like a toad. "A month? But I want it tonight, Snape! I just caught Potter using my fire and an or... Contacted by several unknown people!”

"I've already told you." Snape frowned, with a hint of impatience in his calm words, "I don't have any extra Veritaserum, unless you want to poison Potter. If you really want to do that, If I did, I can guarantee you that I would agree with you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to help you. The only trouble is that most venoms take effect so quickly that the victim barely has time to say—"

"He's got Padfoot!" Harry suddenly shouted. "He's got Padfoot where the thing is hidden!"

Snape was stunned for a moment and looked at Harry with a very strange expression.

"Padfoot?" shouted Professor Umbridge, looking anxiously from Harry to Snape. "What is Padfoot? What's hidden somewhere? What does he mean, Snape?"

Snape was still staring at Harry.

His expression was inscrutable.

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

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

"Okay, okay, okay, very good." She said and took out her wand, "Very good, I think I have no other choice. This is more important than school discipline. This is more important than anything else. This is about Ministry of Magic security!”

"You forced me to do this, Potter. I really don't want to," but her body betrayed her, Umbridge said as she trembled with excitement, raised her wand, and pointed it at Harry, " But sometimes it turns out that the use of some forbidden spells is legitimate, and I'm sure the minister will understand that I have no choice."

Malfoy looked at her with a longing expression on his face.

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

"No!" Hermione screamed, "This is illegal!"

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

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

Panting slightly, like an excited bitch, she pointed her wand back and forth at different places on Harry's body, obviously trying to decide which one would hurt him the most.

"squeak--"

At this moment, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office suddenly opened gently, but there was no one outside.

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

"Bang——"

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

At this time, a smell of sulfur and rotten flesh suddenly filled the air.

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

Everyone looked out the window.

"Bang——"

The strange crashing sound came from the window again, and one black crow after another hit the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

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

Just when everyone was surprised, "Wow!"

The kitten painting disk hanging in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office suddenly fell down, and the kitten painting disk still on the wall formed the shape of an inverted cross.

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

Umbridge straightened her back and held her wand tightly.

"ah--!"

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

But obviously, this bit of damage could not completely make Umbridge lose her resistance.

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

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

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

"vomit--"

"vomit--"

At this time, the Slytherins suddenly let go of Dumbledore's Army who were controlled by them, and they all lay on the ground and retched.

After retching for a while, some of them stretched their bodies backwards on all fours in a twisted way that exceeded the limits of human physiology.

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

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

Others were huddled in the corner, hugging their legs, and humming strange songs over and over again.

The members of Dumbledore's Army remained normal, but they were also so scared that they gathered together and huddled 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 fearfully, and finally, her eyes fell on the floor-length mirror placed on the left side of her desk——

A familiar figure appeared in the mirror.

"Tiera!" Umbridge hissed viciously, "What do you want to do?"

It was Tiera who appeared in the mirror.

Tiera smiled and looked at Umbridge with a condescending expression.

"Tierra! What do you want to do? Do you want to betray me?" Umbridge yelled with fierceness, "Don't forget, the three souls you want are still in my hands! I tell you, they are almost there It’s done, don’t mess with me at this time!”

"I know, I know." Tiera smiled, walked out of the frame, and circled around the crowded Defense Against the Dark Arts office, "Of course I know, I know, you have chosen Ma from the team to reverse accidental magic incidents. Xan 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 Department planted the seeds of war."

"The seeds of war, plague and famine have taken root and sprouted in the depths of their souls. They were tortured to the point where they were left with only one breath left, and you locked them in the traceless extension box." Tiera's figure appeared in the office and all the reflective surfaces were visible. On the items he passed, the Slytherins lying on the ground making weird movements would be pushed aside by invisible forces. "The traceless extension box is placed in the third filing cabinet of your office at the Ministry of Magic." 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 and returned to the floor-length mirror. Now she looked at Umbridge like a fool. "Don't think about it in advance before signing a formal contract with the devil." Fulfill the devil's needs and then blackmail a devil with that need."

Ministry of Magic, basement level.

A thick book, a staff, and a crown broke into the office of the Senior Deputy Minister and knocked over the third file cabinet from the left.

A worn-out suitcase fell from the filing cabinet. After rolling on the ground a few times, the suitcase's buttons popped open, and a noisy howl of pain came from inside the suitcase.

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

After a while, a middle-aged woman whose body was covered with sores and black mold came out holding the scepter of the Declined Queen.

Following closely behind were a skinny black man wearing a barren crown, and a Yugoslav man holding the "Red Priest's Book" with his body broken and burning with flames.

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

“Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk.”

There was a sound of horse hooves, and then, three horses that seemed to be made of gold, silver and copper stepped out from the light door——

It was the gold of the sky, the silver of the liquid, and the copper of the pillar that Tiera and Slytherin had dealt with together.

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

The horses roared to the sky, spun around in circles, and rushed back towards the light door.

The light door closed at the moment when the horses and the living dead people rushed back.

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

To be precise, except for a few Death Eaters, the entire Ministry of Magic was deserted and extremely quiet.