HP Approaches the Magic World

Cinnabar has always been a person whose words and deeds are very consistent.

When she says she wants to work here, she means working; when she says she wants to rest here, she means she wants to rest.

She said she wanted to see the results of Jon's plan here, that is, to really see the results.

The experimental base is very large. Although there are many things that have not been made directly, there are raw materials here and the experience of creating the world with cinnabar makes it extremely easy to make what you want.

Although it looks like a TV, there is no electricity here, and the screen is much larger than the popular TVs at this time.

This is just something she made at random to withstand the projection of the magic network. It is similar to the one Jon gave to Joanne, but it is much more advanced than that. The only problem is that this thing cannot last long.

Broken.

But Jon is not worried about this. The power of cinnabar is not weak anyway, and it is not difficult to maintain the existence of this thing.

"But why are you here? Aren't you thinking about life? What are you here to see?"

"It's not difficult for me to multitask. Although I'm sitting next to you, I'm actually still frustrated."

Jon calmly sat with Cinnabar watching "TV".

"Maybe I can absorb something from this matter. There is a mystery in everything. Maybe it will be of some help to me."

"Then take a look," Cinnabar adjusted the frequency to make the picture and sound more clear: "But don't talk, don't affect my viewing experience."

There is a time difference between where they are and the UK. Since they are on an island, the time is not so clear, but judging from the sky in the picture, it doesn't look like daytime.

"When is this?"

Cinnabar asked, but got no answer from Jon.

She reached out to Jon and asked the question again.

"You don't want me to talk?"

"..."

Okay, maybe this is called self-inflicted sin, and she admits it.

In fact, there was no need to ask Jon about this matter, because she could also tell that the sky in the picture seemed to be around dusk, and it looked a little dark but not that dark.

It's just that the position isn't quite right.

Logically speaking, they should be watching content about Hogwarts School, but Cinnabar had lived in Hogwarts for a while, but had never seen such a modern square.

This is also a Muggle building, not a building owned by Hogwarts.

So now, they are not in Hogwarts, but outside.

The situation in the Western magical world shouldn't be so terrible, right?

In fact, the reason for thinking this way is that Cinnabar fell into a misunderstanding.

The scene she saw was a more complete scene. Living in the East, she did not understand the changes here in the past two years. The information she learned was all from the mouths of "the masterminds" like Jon and Stephen.

Yes, some things can naturally be seen more clearly than Harry and the others, and in this way she cannot understand why the Western world is in such chaos.

But she is very intelligent.

The biggest advantage of a smart person is that he can deduce the complete picture of the matter from clues. Especially when he knows most of the layout of the person next to him, he can basically guess what happened just by guessing.

And she suddenly remembered what Jon said to her back then, that this place must be completely chaotic before the old system can be overthrown.

Considering all this, it's not surprising that something like this would happen.

In the picture, two people happened to be landing on the square.

They walked towards a house.

"That's Grimmauld Place, Sirius' old home, where Harry lives now."

Jon suddenly explained, apparently making up for not paying attention to Cinnabar before.

The power of the magic network is much stronger than the protective measures taken by Chidan Zhongxin, especially when the hidden power of the wizard's residence is not that strong.

The protection of Grimmauld Place is almost impenetrable.

Zhu Sha fiddled with it, and the scene changed, cutting to the inside of the house.

"They must be Death Eaters." As soon as the screen took over, they heard Ron's voice. At this time, he, Harry and Hermione peered out of the living room window and looked at the people outside: "You said they

Do you know we're here?"

"I don't think I know," Hermione said, but it sounded like her voice was trembling, and she must be a little scared: "If he knew, he would send Snape to catch us, wouldn't he?"

"Do you think he came here and fell under Moody's tongue-stuck spell?"

"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he would have told the gang how they got in, wouldn't he?

But they may also be waiting for us to show up, after all, they know Harry owns the house."

"How did they-"

"Wizards' wills are subject to inspection by the Ministry of Magic, remember?

They will know that Sirius left this house to you."

The Death Eaters outside added to the ominous atmosphere in House No. 12.

Ron was restless and had an annoying habit of playing with the deluminator in his pocket, which greatly dissatisfied Hermione. She waited while reading "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" and hated the way the lights flickered on and off.

dark.

"Can you please stop playing!"

Hermione shouted when the light in the living room was sucked out again.

"sorry Sorry!"

Ron pressed the deluminator and turned on the light: "I didn't realize what I was doing!"

"Can't you find something useful to do?"

"What is it? Reading a fairy tale book?"

"This book was left to me by Dumbledore, Ron -"

"—He left me the Deluminator, maybe I should use it!"

Unable to stand the bickering, Harry quietly slipped out of the room and went downstairs towards the kitchen.

He often went there because he believed Kreacher was most likely to appear there.

But halfway up the stairs leading to the foyer, he heard a knock at the front door, followed by a loud clang of metal and a rattling sound like a chain.

Every nerve in Harry's body was tense. He pulled out his wand, hid in the shadows next to the heads of the elves and waited.

The door opened, and he caught a glimpse of the square illuminated by street lights. A cloaked figure flashed into the hall and closed the door.

The visitor took a step forward, and Moody's voice asked: "Severus Snape?"

The earthy gray figure rose from the end of the hall and rushed towards him, holding up his withered hands.

"It wasn't me who killed you, Albus."

said a calm voice.

The curse was lifted, and the earth-gray figure exploded again. The dust was so thick that it was difficult to see who was coming.

Harry pointed his wand into the dust.

"Don't move!"

He had forgotten Mrs. Black's portrait.

So as soon as he shouted, the curtain was immediately opened, and the woman screamed: "Mudblood, filthy bastard, stained my house-"

Ron and Hermione hurried downstairs, raising their wands like Harry and pointing them at the uninvited guest, who was now standing in the hall downstairs with his hands raised.

"Hold your fire, it's me, Remus!"

"Oh, thank God."

Hermione said weakly, turning her wand to Mrs. Black. With a bang, the curtains closed and the room fell silent.

Ron also lowered his wand, but Harry did not.

"Produce proof!"

Lupine walked into the light, still raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I am Remus John Lupin, a werewolf sometimes called Moony, one of the four authors of the Marauder's Map, and my wife is Nymphadora, usually called Tonks.

I taught you how to summon a Patronus, Harry, and it was a stag."

"Oh, yes," Harry lowered his wand: "But I have to check."

"As your former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I completely agree that this must be checked.

Ron, Hermione, you shouldn't let your guard down so quickly."

They ran towards him.

Lupine, wearing a thick black traveling cloak, looked tired but happy to see them.

"Didn't you see Severus?"

"No," said Harry. "How's it going? Is everyone okay?"

"Everything is fine!" Lupine said, "But we are all under surveillance. There are two Death Eaters in the square outside -"

"--we know--"

"-I have to apparate right to the top of the front door steps to make sure they don't see me.

There is no way they know you are here, otherwise they would definitely send more people.

They've got sentries posted everywhere that has contact with you, Harry.

Come downstairs, I have a lot to tell you, and I want to know what happened after you left the Burrow."

They went down to the kitchen, Hermione pointed her wand at the grate, and the flames immediately burst into flames, creating an illusion of comfort on the cold stone walls and casting firelight on the long wooden table.

Lupine took out a few bottles of butterbeer from his traveling cloak, and the four of them sat down.

"I was going to come three days ago, but I had to get rid of the Death Eaters who were following me."

Lupine said: "So, you came here directly after the wedding?"

"No," Harry said, "I came here after meeting two Death Eaters at the café on Tottenham Palace Road."

Lupine spilled half the bottle of Butterbeer onto his chest.

"What?"

They told what happened, and after they finished speaking, Lu Ping looked horrified.

"But how did they discover you so quickly?

It's impossible to track an Apparator unless you catch him as he disappears!"

"It's unlikely that they happened to be walking in Tottenham Palace Road at that time, is it?"

"We've thought about it," Hermione said tentatively, "whether Harry still has the trace?"

"impossible!"

Lupine said, Ron looked proud, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "First of all, if he still has the trace, they will be sure that he is here, right?

But I can't figure out how they could follow them to Tottenham Palace Road, it's worrying, really worrying."

He looked worried, but it seemed to Harry that the problem could be left alone.

"Tell me about what happened after we left. Ever since Ron's father said that the whole family was safe, we haven't had any news."

"Oh, Kingsley saved us," Lupine said. "Thanks to his message, many of the guests disapparated before the gang arrived."

"Are those people Death Eaters or from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Both, they are actually the same thing now."

Lupine said: "There were about a dozen of them, but they didn't know you were there, Harry.

Arthur heard rumors that before they killed Scrimgeour, they tortured him to find out your whereabouts. If this was true, he did not betray you."

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, their expressions reflecting the shock and gratitude he felt.

He had never liked Scrimgeour very much, but if what Lupine said was true, then Scrimgeour's last act was to try his best to protect Harry.

"The Death Eaters ransacked the Burrow," Lupin went on. "They found the ghouls, but wouldn't come near - and then interrogated those of us who stayed for several hours.

They want information about you, Harry, but no one except members of the Order knows you were ever there."

"While disrupting the wedding, more Death Eaters broke into every family connected to the Order of the Phoenix in the country, and no one died,"

He quickly said without waiting for them to ask: "But those people were very rough and burned down Dedalo Digo's house, but you know he was not there.

They also used the Cruciatus Curse on the Tonks family, also trying to find out what happened to you after you visited their house.

But they're OK - obviously a little weak, but otherwise fine."

"The Death Eaters broke through all those protective spells?"

Harry asked, remembering how effective they had been the night he crashed in Tonks' parents' garden.

"You must understand, Harry, that the Death Eaters now have the support of the entire Ministry of Magic," said Lupine. "They can use cruel magic without fear of discovery and arrest.

They broke through all the protective spells we cast, and after entering, they made no secret of their intentions."

"Did they have any excuse for torture to find out Harry's whereabouts?"

Hermione's voice was a little sharp.

"Well," Lupine hesitated and took out a folded copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Let's take a look," he said, pushing the newspaper from the table to Harry: "Anyway, you will find out sooner or later, and this is their excuse to search for you."

Harry unfolded the newspaper, and a large photo of him filled the front page.

Several large words stand out on the photo:

Wanted pursuit

Cause of death of Albus Dumbledore

Ron and Hermione screamed angrily, but Harry said nothing.

He pushed the newspaper aside and didn't want to read it anymore.

He knew what it would say. No one knew who killed Dumbledore except those who were at the top of the tower, and Rita Skeeter had told the wizarding world that Dumbledore died shortly after he fell.

Harry was seen fleeing the scene.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"So, the Death Eaters also control the Daily Prophet?"

Lupine nodded.

"But people must know what's going on, right?"

"The coup was smooth and almost silent," Lupine said. "The official version of Scrimgeour's death was that he resigned and was replaced by Piers Thicknesse, who was cast under the Ecstasy."

"Why doesn't Voldemort proclaim himself Minister for Magic?"

Lupine smiled.

"He doesn't need it, Ron.

He is actually the minister, why should he sit behind a desk in the ministry?

His puppet Thicknesse handled day-to-day affairs, allowing Voldemort to extend his power beyond the Ministry of Magic."

"Many people naturally speculated what happened: the Ministry of Magic's policy had changed so much in the past few days, and they privately said that Voldemort must be behind it.

But here's the problem, they just talk privately, don't dare to talk to each other, and don't know who can be trusted.

They dare not speak freely for fear that if their suspicions turn out to be true, their families will be persecuted.

Voldemort's move was very clever. Announcement of the usurpation may lead to open resistance, but hiding behind the scenes can cause confusion, suspicion and fear."

"Does this significant change in Ministry of Magic policy also include making the wizarding world wary of me rather than Voldemort?"

"That's really part of it, it's a masterstroke.

After Dumbledore's death, you - the Boy Who Lived - will inevitably become the symbol and rallying cry for resistance to Voldemort.

And by implying that you were involved in the death of the old hero, Voldemort could not only put a reward on your head, but also sow seeds of doubt and fear among many people who might have defended you."

"At the same time, the Ministry of Magic began to investigate the descendants of Muggles."

Lupine pointed to the Daily Prophet.

"Look at version 2."

Hermione opened the newspaper with the same disgusted expression on her face as when she read "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed".

"'Muggle-born registration,'" she read: "'The Ministry of Magic is conducting an investigation into so-called 'Muggle-borns' to understand how they possess magical secrets."

"'New research from the Department of Mysteries shows that magic can only be inherited through wizards' procreation.

It can be seen that if there is no confirmed wizarding ancestry, so-called Muggle-born people may acquire magical abilities through theft or violence.’”

"'The Ministry of Magic is determined to eradicate these misappropriators of magical abilities. To this end, it invites every so-called Muggle-born person to come to the newly appointed Muggle-born Registration Committee for an interview.'"

"People will not allow this to happen."

"It has happened, Ron," said Lupine. "Muggle-borns have been arrested as we speak."

"But how could they 'steal' magic?" Ron asked: "It's really crazy. If they could steal magic, there would be no Squibs, right?"

"I understand," Lupine said, "but you must prove that you have at least one close relative of wizard blood, otherwise you will be considered to have illegally acquired magical abilities and will be punished."

Ron looked at Hermione and said, "What if pure-blood and half-blood wizards swear that a certain Muggle-born person is their relative?

I can tell everyone that Hermione is my cousin—"

Hermione took Ron's hand with both hands and held it tightly.

But in a more secret place, the girl was quietly sending a message to Jon.

Her action of sending the message was not reflected in the screen, but at the same time, both Jon and Cinnabar received Hermione's inquiry.

"It looks like she's discovered a lot of this."

Cinnabar took out his notebook, and what appeared on it was Hermione's question.

The question is also about why the Ministry of Magic conducts a census of Muggle origins?

"This is a more targeted action against us."

Jon explained that he told Cinnabar what he said, and Cinnabar wrote it down in a notebook and told Hermione.

"In recent times, there have been a large number of dark wizards operating in Muggle society, and they will naturally discover something different from the past.

Because the newly transformed wizards did not hide their identities in the Muggle society, but were still spreading some things that seemed to be rumors.

Dark wizards are not all fools. Although they practice black magic and damage their brains to a certain extent, if these things seem too strange, they can also react to the problems.

Of course, this matter itself is also beneficial to them, at least it is more convenient for their rule. Although they realize that something is wrong, they have no way to deal with us.

Voldemort himself is definitely not willing to do these things. He is now wholeheartedly searching for the Deathly Hallows, so the people below have no way of discovering what we are doing.

The fact that they chose to handle this matter in such a one-size-fits-all manner is proof of this, but the Ministry of Magic has long been infiltrated into a sieve, so how can there be any secrets?"