94 Diagon Alley

    I found a cage and locked it up.

    "Let it go in three days," he said grimly, "for safety." Then he pointed his wand at Ron and Hermione warningly, and gave the play-watcher Wen rolled his eyes.

    Sirius returned to the Order of the Phoenix a few days later, which seemed to come sooner than other members expected.

    He came back very loudly, and quarreled with Mrs. Black, who was hanging on the wall.

    "Beast! Bitch! Dirty and sinful bastard! Bastard, freak, ugly, get out of here! How dare you defile my grandfather's house—"

    "Shut up, you horrible old witch, shut up!" he roared, grabbing at the curtain Mrs Weasley had just dropped.

    Sirius threw and beat in the conference room, occasionally mixed with Snape's strange cynicism.

    Gwen, Hermione and Ginny came out of the room when they met the mysterious Weasley brothers. George quickly put his finger to his mouth, "Shh, let's hear what happened."

    Then Fred took out a long flesh-colored string, and from the top of the stairs, tucked one end of the meat rope under the crack of the door.

    "How dare they! Dementors appear in the Little Whinging District!" Sirius did not suppress his anger at all, "What about the people on the rotation? Before I set off, the Order of the Phoenix arranged so many people Protect Harry!"

    "Apparently," said Snape's silky but penetrating voice sarcastically, "that cunning thief doesn't even dare to come to the meeting now, thanks to Dumbledore for trusting him."

    The voice in the telescopic ear was silent for a moment, and it seemed that Sirius was scanning the entire conference room to see who was the culprit of the absence.

    "Mundungus," he squeezed a vicious curse from his teeth, "he's supposed to be on duty until midnight. If he loses a hair to my godson, I won't kill him. Not for Mundungus Fletcher!"

    There is a bang in the house, Mr. Weasley has just arrived from the Ministry of Magic. "Don't kill him yet, Sirius." He panted with worse news, "The Ministry of Magic is going to fire Harry and destroy his wand because he used the Patronus Charm in front of Muggles. —Damn the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act."

     Sirius slapped the table and roared, Mr. Weasley pressed him loudly, "It's not over - he must go to the Ministry of Magic at 9:00 am on August 12th for trial."

    "Interrogation?" This time Mr. Black finally couldn't stand it anymore, he even laughed angrily, "The Ministry of Magic is busy interrogating a child instead of investigating the Death Eaters?"

    Hermione's face turned white, "It's so outrageous. They can't fire Harry, absolutely not, the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" Magic can be used under these circumstances!"

    "Be quiet, Hermione." Ron turned yellow, "Listen to what they said."

    Just a minute later, Tonks walked through the corridor on the first floor from the ding clang, George quickly put away the telescopic ear, and when she entered the door, he decisively slipped through the crack of the door stuffed in.

    "...they changed their minds, and I think Dumbledore may have tried them." Tonks said quickly, "Cedric is still waiting for news in the Department. Harry You can keep the wand, and whether or not to expel the student will be decided after the court hearing." Then she scolded an unpleasant word, and Gwen wanted to scold, "The trial is in Amelia Burns' office. Head of the Law Enforcement Division at the Ministry of Magic."

    All members of the Ministry who worked or worked at the Ministry were relieved. "Amelia Burns is fine," Mr. Weasley added. "She is fair."

    "Then," gritted Sirius sharply, "can anyone tell me why the Dementors are in Little Whinging. I thought those **** stinky rags were all in Az Caban."

    After that, the children upstairs didn't hear a word, because Dumbledore finally appeared at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and he immediately solved the eavesdropping device - retractable ears Fly back into Fred's pocket.

    Gwen stomped her feet in a hurry, "It's the key point - who sent the Dementors!"

    Hermione tugged at her hair in anxiety, "I'm not sure, but both possibilities are terrible!"

    "I beg you," Ron complained, "at least make it clear, what are the two possibilities."

    "Oh my God, isn't that clear enough, Ronald." Hermione's mouth closed quickly, "Either You-Know-Who sent Dementors to attack Harry—that means his The power is growing stronger!"

    "Well, not really good news," Ron admitted.

    "As for the other," Gwen said with a look of embarrassment, "if the Dementors are still under the control of the Ministry of Magic, it means that the Ministry of Magic has ordered them to go to Little Whinging. But this is For what? I'm not a politician and have no idea what they're thinking."

    "Let's imagine ourselves as Percy," Fred said. "The Ministry may want Harry to shut up."

    "Or just cut him off from the wizarding world," George said grimly. "They wanted to strip him of his wand—what's the difference between killing him?"

    "I think sending Dementors is to kill him." Ginny's eyes were red with anger, "After all, what fifteen-year-old wizard can handle a Dementor? ."

    "That's right, Ginny." The twins laughed at themselves, "We don't know the Patronus yet."

    "They've got to take Harry over!" growled Ron, "that's too dangerous! Sirius has returned, and Harry can't stay at his Muggle uncle's house anymore! "

    That night, the snow-white Hedwig came to Twelve Grimmauld Place with three letters hanging from her legs. Three letters were sent to Sirius, Ron and Hermione, with only the same short sentence on them.

    "I was attacked by Dementors just now, and I may be expelled from Hogwarts. I want to know what happened and when I can get out of here."

    Sirius looked silent at the note, covered his face in frustration, and let out a whimper like a big dog. Gwen was a little surprised that he didn't go to Surrey right away to rescue little Harry. It's just that the Order of the Phoenix held three consecutive days of meetings, each day ending later. There were at least thirty wizards in and out of the old house, many of whom they had never seen. The door was put on an anti-interference spell, and the retractable ears didn't work. The twins were looking for their flaws from morning to night, and they were busy letting the retractable ears break through the spell's defenses.

    On the evening of the third day after the incident, the elites of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the basement of Grimmauld Place. Moody tapped his wooden legs to the floor as he checked the others' gear and plans over and over. And with a focus on Sirius - who of course was in the team - the handsome dark-haired man said at least three times that he would definitely follow Moody's command.

    Sharp-eyed Ginny told the others that they also included Tonks, Diggory, Lupin and Kingsley.

    Gwen also pretended to clean the fireplace, stretched her neck vigorously to look in through the crack of the door, "And the always screaming wizard, a dignified and elegant witch in a dark green shawl. "

    George took the slender iron rod from her hand, "Stogie Podmore and Haise Jajones are going too."

    "They must be picking up Harry." Ron comforted Hermione, "Dad and Bill stayed at headquarters, I just heard what Bill said to signal."

    "If I were you," hissed a black figure wrapped tightly from head to toe, "just go back to your room and stay there. Otherwise I don't mind giving you one by one. A bottle of potion, so that you Gryffindors who are too energetic can rest in peace for a few days." Snape emphasized the word "safety" again, and showed an uncomfortable smile.

    The students who were all huddled in the basement and pretending to work were frightened by the potions professor's threat and ran upstairs. Ron rushed into his and Harry's bedroom almost happily, making Harry's bed for the seventh time today.

    "Should I remind him that when Harry arrives, he will be the first to ask him why he doesn't reply." Gwen's right eyelid twitched.

    "I'll also be angry for their concealment." George was not afraid to add another sentence.

    Mysterious Locket and Ministry of Magic Trial

    After waiting anxiously for nearly four hours, the members of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry returned to the headquarters with the darkness and the chill all over.

    Mrs. Weasley asked the children to stay in their bedrooms today, never go downstairs, preferably without making a sound. The little wizards on the second, third, and fourth floors could not wait to put their ears to the door, for fear of missing the moment when their friends came home.

    After a while, Harry walked across the dim landing, turned the bedroom door handle in the shape of a snake head, and opened the door.

    "Harry! Ron, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you come in! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Are you mad at us? Must be pissed. I know our letters are useless **** - but we can't tell you anything, Dumbledore wants us to swear we'll say nothing, oh, we've got so much to tell you, you There's a lot to tell us too - Dementors! When we heard - and that trial at the Ministry of Magic - it's so outrageous. I've checked, they can't fire you, absolutely not. The Reasonable Restraint of Adult Wizards Act provides for the use of magic in life-threatening situations—"

    "Let him catch his breath, Hermione," said Ron, smiling and closing the door behind Harry.

    Gwen