HP Approaches the Magic World

Time goes backwards.

When Hermione pulled Harry and they disapparated, Yaxley caught her, and Jon, who came out closely behind, was still a step too late and could not catch up with them directly.

But this situation was also in Jon's calculations, because he was not particularly familiar with the situation of the Ministry of Magic, and it was very possible that some problems would arise when looking for someone, so he and Hermione got vaccinated in advance.

, if they are caught by someone, they will immediately find an opportunity to escape there and go to a place no one knows.

Hermione did exactly that.

When she appeared in Grimmauld Place, she keenly noticed that there was someone following her, so while Yaxley was relaxing, she seized the opportunity to apparate to another place with the person.

The opportunity naturally came later and was created for her by Jon.

Jon used mental magic to disrupt Yaxley's thoughts a little, and then controlled the latter in his own hands.

Otherwise, the location of Grimmauld Place will be really exposed.

Even if Hermione becomes the leaker, she can still ensure that the location of this square is not known to many people, is seen by Yaxley, and is simultaneously seen by Yaxley and the Death Eaters squatting outside the door.

You see, there are two concepts.

Stephen appeared in front of Jon a moment later. As soon as he appeared, he saw Jon standing on the stone steps of Grimmauld Place, holding Yaxley's body in his hand, as if he was carrying a

chicken.

Of course he knew about this place. After all, Jon was also one of the Secret Keepers. Snape didn't tell anyone else the location of this place, but Jon did.

Moreover, under the interference of the magic network, the confidentiality effect of the Red Loyalty Curse is as bright and bright as a torch burning in the darkness.

"Take this man back and let Professor Lockhart process his memory. Don't modify it too much. Don't forget anything about today. But at the same time, don't let him have too many memories of the location of Grimmauld Place."

Jon's request seemed strange to Stephen.

"You yourself are a very superb master of memory magic, why don't you do it yourself?

I'll take it back to Professor Lockhart to do something about it, and then send him back. Isn't this very cumbersome?"

"The real point of asking Professor Lockhart to take action is that you can check this person's memory.

Although his status among the Death Eaters is not too high, he should always know some things that we don't know.

It is impossible for Snape to know everything. On the contrary, small people like this may know more. How to squeeze out his value is the problem you need to face. Now I am going to see Hermione and the others."

"Okay, okay, you are just like a nanny now, and I am even worse, I have to be your nanny's nanny."

Jon did not stay to listen to Stephen's complaints, he had already broken the space and left here.

The location of Hermione and the others had not been communicated to Jon beforehand, but the notebook he left on Hermione could help him find these people.

So the next moment, he disappeared from Grimmauld Square and came to a forest.

"Where is this?"

Looking at Hermione sobbing on the ground and Harry and Ron collapsed on the ground, Jon frowned.

There was no impression of this place in his mind. He had probably never been here before, so it was a bit strange for Hermione and the others to appear here.

"Teacher," Hermione took a deep breath to make her voice sound less crying: "This is the forest where the last Quidditch World Cup was held...Teacher, you don't know."

"Obviously I don't like this sport, and I wasn't there when you held the Quidditch match. I was busy with some things abroad at the time."

Naturally, it was impossible to talk to Hermione about these things, because there was no time to explain these things clearly.

"But you are indeed a little panicked."

Jon waved his hand, and a green leaf fell from his hand and landed on Weasley's head, preventing the little guy from bleeding to death.

"Fortunately, it's just a split body, the injury is not particularly serious. Remember to use white fresh essence later. Apparition should also be added to the transportation facility system in the future. If you have time, you can study this aspect. It will be very useful for you to work in the Ministry of Magic."

help."

"Teacher, is it possible for us to go to the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Don't worry, I will take care of the Ministry of Magic's affairs. This current... will not exist for long. We will do these things well. You can just take good care of them now, mainly taking care of Harry.

As for the little guy from the Weasley family, if anything happens to him, leave him alone and let him calm down. Don’t worry, I will arrange for someone to protect him and he will be fine."

Jon spoke very fast, giving Hermione no chance to interrupt. It was more of an order than an instruction.

"Okay, I will come to you in two days. You can move around freely these days. Don't lose the notebook I gave you. It's best to keep it in your bag and never take it out."

Jon glanced at Harry, who seemed to be about to wake up.

"Don't make them suspicious. It should be no problem for you."

Jon's voice paused, because a memory seemed to be remembered by him again in his mind.

But Hermione didn't know that the girl only saw the scene where Jon said this and then disappeared.

Harry woke up next to her, and she started sobbing instantly.

Harry opened his eyes and first saw a dazzling field of gold and green.

He didn't know what was happening, except that he seemed to be lying among branches and twigs.

He breathed hard, his lungs felt like they were crushed.

He blinked and realized that the dazzling colors were sunlight shining through the high canopy of trees.

Something twitched next to his face, and he knelt down with his hands on the ground, expecting to see some kind of vicious little animal, but it turned out to be Ron's foot.

Harry looked around and found that they and Hermione were all lying on the ground in the forest, as if there was no one else.

Harry's first thought was of the Forbidden Forest. For a moment, even though he knew how stupid and dangerous it was for the three of them to show up at Hogwarts, his heart was still beating with excitement at the thought of sneaking into Hagrid's hut through the woods.

Jump up.

At this time Ron groaned lowly, and Harry crawled towards him, and soon discovered that this was not the Forbidden Forest: the trees looked younger, the distance between them was wider, and the ground was more open.

He met Hermione next to Ron's head, who was also crawling.

Harry forgot everything when he saw Ron, because the left half of Ron's body was soaked in blood, and his face, which was pillowed on the soil and fallen leaves, was as white as ashes.

The potency of the Polyjuice Potion was wearing off, and Ron looked somewhere between Cattermole and himself. While the little bit of color on his face faded, his hair became increasingly red.

"What's up with him?"

"It's broken up."

Hermione said, her hands already busy touching Ron's sleeve, where the blood stain was the wettest and darkest.

Harry watched in horror as she tore off Ron's shirt, and his internal organs stirred uncomfortably. Hermione exposed Ron's upper arm, where a large piece of flesh was missing, as if it had been gouged out with a knife...

"Harry, come on, there is a small bottle in my bag that says White Fresh Essence——"

"In the bag - okay -"

Harry rushed to where Hermione had landed, grabbed the beaded bag, and inserted his hand into it.

Immediately, his hands touched one thing after another: the spine of a leather-covered book, the sleeves of a woolen sweater, the heels of shoes——

"Quick!"

He grabbed the wand from the ground and pointed it inside the magic packet.

"Flying white fresh food!"

A small brown bottle jumped out of the bag, he grabbed it and hurried back to Hermione and Ron.

Ron's eyes were half-open and half-closed, with only a little white of his upper and lower eyelids showing.

"He fainted."

Hermione also looked pale. She no longer looked like Mafalda, although her hair was still gray in places: "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."

Harry pulled off the stopper on the vial, and Hermione took the vial and poured three drops of medicine on the bleeding wound.

Green smoke rose billowingly, and when it dissipated, Harry saw that the bleeding had stopped. The wound looked as if it had been growing for several days, and the flesh that had just been exposed was covered with a layer of new skin.

"I only dare to do so much," Hermione said tremblingly: "There are some spells that can make him fully recover, but I don't dare to use them for fear of doing it wrong and causing more damage... He has already lost so much blood.

…”

"How could he be hurt? I mean,"

Harry shook his head, trying to clear his mind and figure out what happened: "Why are we here? Aren't we going back to Grimmauld Place?"

Hermione took a deep breath and looked like she was about to cry.

"Harry, I don't think we can go back."

"What--"

"When we Disapparated, Yaxley grabbed me and I couldn't shake him off, he was too strong.

When we got to Grimmauld Place, he still held on, and then - I think he must have seen the door and guessed that we were going to park there, so he loosened his grip a little, and I shook him off and took you to

Here it comes!”

"But, where is he? Wait...you didn't mean they were in Grimmauld Place, right? He can't get in, can he?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with tears and she shook her head.

"Harry, I think he can. I - I used the Detachment Curse to force him to let go, but I have already brought him into the protection of the Fidelity Charm.

After Dumbledore died, we became the Secret Keepers, so I leaked the secret, right?"

Unable to hide it, Harry knew what she was telling the truth was a heavy blow.

If Yaxley had gained access to the house, there was indeed no way they could go back.

Yaxley may be apparating other Death Eaters there now.

Although the house was dark and depressing, it had been their only safe haven. Now Kreacher was much happier and friendlier, and it even felt a bit like home.

Thinking of the house elf busy making steak and kidney pies that Harry, Ron and Hermione would no longer be able to eat, Harry felt a twinge of sadness, but it wasn't for the food.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be stupid, this is not your fault! If you want to blame me, you should blame me..."

Harry reached into his pocket and took out Mad-Eye's magic eye, and Hermione backed away in fear.

"Umbridge put it on her office door to spy on people.

I couldn't leave it there...but that's how they found out someone was in there."

Before Hermione could answer, Ron groaned and opened his eyes. His face was still gray and sweaty.

"how are you feeling?"

"It sucks."

Ron said hoarsely, touching his injured arm and wincing in pain.

"Where are we?"

"The forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held," Hermione said: "I was looking for an isolated, secluded place, and this is -"

"—the first place you think of."

Harry finished speaking for him, looking at the seemingly deserted forest glade, he couldn't help but think of the last time they Apparated to the first place Hermione thought of, the Death Eaters discovered them within minutes.

Is it Legilimency?

Did Voldemort or his henchmen now know where Hermione had taken them?

"Do you think we should move?"

Ron asked, and Harry could see from Ron's expression that he was thinking the same thing.

"I have no idea."

Ron's face was still pale. He didn't try to sit up. He didn't seem to have the strength to do so.

It was too difficult to move him.

"Stay here for now."

Hermione jumped up in relief.

"where did you go?"

"If you want to stay here, you have to put some protective magic around."

She raised her wand and began to walk in a large circle next to Harry and Ron, mumbling something.

Harry saw a slight tremor in the air around him, as if Hermione had conjured a stream of hot air above the clearing.

"Safety and security...all protection...muggle shielding...close your earplugs...you can take out the tent, Harry..."

"tent?"

"In the bag!"

"Of course."

This time he didn't bother to touch it, but used another flying spell.

A pile of canvas, ropes and poles flew out, probably because of the cat smell, and Harry recognized it as the tent they had slept in that night at the Quidditch World Cup.

"Isn't this from that old man Perkins from the Ministry of Magic?"

he asked, starting to undo the tent's pegs.

"He obviously didn't want it back because his back pain was so bad."

Hermione said that she was currently drawing complex figure eight patterns with her wand: "Ron's dad said he could lend it to me. Stand it upright and shape it!"

She pointed at the messy canvas.

The pile of things immediately rose into the air, and all of a sudden they were set up and landed on the ground in front of Harry. The last nail flew up from the surprised Harry's hand and was hammered into the end of the rope.

"Enemy trap," Hermione waved her wand towards the sky one last time: "This is all I can do. At least, if they come, we should be able to detect them.

But I don’t guarantee that this can stop Fu——”

"Don't say names!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," Ron groaned softly as he stood up and looked at them, "it makes me feel like a - a curse or something.

Please, can't we call him You-Know-Who?"

"Dumbledore said, the fear of a name -"

"Just a reminder, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his first name didn't end well for Dumbledore."

Ron grabbed the spot and said, "Just - just show a little respect to the mysterious man, okay?"

"respect?"

Harry repeated, and Hermione gave Harry a warning glance. It was obvious that Ron should not argue with him when he was as weak as he was.

Harry and Hermione dragged and hugged Ron into the tent.

The inside was just as Harry remembered: a small suite with a bathroom and a small kitchen.

He pushed aside an old armchair and carefully placed Ron on the lower bunk of a bunk bed.

This short journey had already made Ron paler. As soon as he was placed on the mattress, he closed his eyes again and didn't speak for a while.

"I'll make some tea."

Hermione said breathlessly, taking out the kettle and cup from her small bag and going into the kitchen.

Harry felt that the hot tea was as timely as the firewhiskey on the night Mad-Eye died, and it seemed to have softened the throbbing fear in his heart.

After a minute or two, Ron broke the silence.

"What do you think of the Cattermoles?"

"With any luck, they've escaped."

Hermione said, clasping her cup of hot tea tightly for comfort: "As long as Mr. Cattermole is clear-headed, he will apparate his wife away with his entourage.

They may be fleeing abroad with their children now, Harry asked her to do so."

"My God, I hope they escape."

Ron said as he leaned back on the pillow. The hot tea seemed to make him feel better and regain a little color.

"However, I don't think Reggie Cattermole's brain is that good, given the way everyone spoke to me when I impersonated him.

God, I wish they'd escaped...if both of them ended up in Azkaban because of us..."

Harry looked at Hermione and swallowed the question on his lips - whether Mrs Cattermole's lack of a wand would prevent her from appearing with her husband.

Hermione is actually not worried about this matter. At least at this point, she has very deep confidence in Jon. He should be able to handle this kind of thing. Since they can all be brought out, it at least shows that

The Order of the Phoenix still has enough power and manpower to protect those who escaped from the Ministry of Magic.

At this point, her guess was actually correct. Although Cattermole had a bad job and was not good at socializing at the Ministry of Magic, he still had some friends because he was able to work to this day. Because of this, he was able to

Being favored by Stephen and others - definitely not because of the reason why he was chosen by Harry and others.

Even if nothing like this happened today, Stephen and the others still wanted to save those Muggle-born wizards who were in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

The new world is coming, and a large number of people are needed to promote the theories of the new world, and there is no better manpower than Muggle-born wizards.

But having said that, at this moment, Hermione was watching Ron anxious about the fate of the Cattermoles, and her expression was so gentle that it was unbearable.

Especially in Harry's eyes, he felt as if he was seeing her kissing Ron.

"Hey, did you get it?"

Harry asked her, partly to remind her of his presence.

"Get-get what?"

"Why did we take such a big risk?

The locket!

Where is the locket?”

"Did you get it?"

Ron yelled, lifting himself off the pillow: "No one told me!

Oh my gosh, you should mention this!"

"Okay, aren't we going to escape from the Death Eaters' den?"

Hermione said: "It's here. I've kept it in my pocket and kept it well. Don't worry."

She took out the locket from her robe pocket and handed it to Ron.

The locket was as big as an egg, with a gorgeous S inlaid with many small emeralds, shining dimly in the twilight from the top of the canvas tent.

"Could someone have destroyed it after Kreacher?"

Ron asked with luck: "I mean, are you sure it's still a Horcrux?"

"I think so," Hermione said, holding it in her hand and examining it carefully: "If it had been damaged with magic, there would be traces on it."

She handed it to Harry, who turned it over in his hand and saw that it looked intact.

He thought of the incomplete diary and the cracks that appeared on the gemstone when the Ring Horcrux was destroyed by Dumbledore.

"I think Kreacher is right," Harry said. "We have to find a way to open this thing before we can destroy it."

As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized what he was holding and what was hidden behind the two small golden doors.

Although it took a lot of trouble to find it, he had a strong urge to throw away the locket immediately.

He restrained himself and tried to open the locket with his hands, and then tried the spell Hermione had used to open the door to Regulus's bedroom, to no avail.

He gave the locket to Ron and Hermione, and they tried their best, but were as unsuccessful as he was.

"But do you feel it?"

Ron held it tightly in his hands and asked softly.

"what?"

Ron handed the Horcrux to Harry.

After a moment, Harry understood what Ron meant.

Was he feeling his own pulse, or was there something beating inside the locket, like a little metal heart?

"What do we do with it?"

This was indeed a problem because Jon left in a hurry and didn't tell her how to destroy the Horcrux.

"Keep it safe until you figure out how to destroy it."

Harry replied.

Although he didn't want to do it, he hung the chain around his neck, let the locket fall into his robes, and hung it against his chest next to the bag Hagrid had given him.

"I think we should take turns standing guard outside the tent," he then said to Hermione, standing up and stretching. "And we need to think about food too - you stay here."

He said firmly again, as Ron's face turned green as he struggled to sit up.

The looking glass given to Harry by Hermione on his birthday was carefully placed on the table in the tent, and Harry and Hermione took turns serving as sentinels throughout the day.

However, there was no movement in the Looking Glass all day long. I don't know whether it was due to the protective magic and Muggle shielding spells cast by Hermione around it, or because people rarely came here. Their patch of woods was always quiet except for the birds.

Squirrels and squirrels occasionally pass by. There is no change at night.

At ten o'clock, Harry lit his wand, changed shifts with Hermione, and watched the silence, seeing bats circling high up and passing through the small patch of starry night sky above the campsite.

He feels hungry now and a little dizzy.

Hermione didn't put any food in her magic pouch because she thought she was going back to Grimmauld Place that evening.

They had nothing to eat, only some wild mushrooms that Hermione picked from nearby bushes and cooked in tin cans.

After taking two bites, Ron pushed away his portion, feeling a little like vomiting.

Harry reluctantly ate it just to avoid hurting Hermione's feelings.

The silence around him was broken by strange rustling sounds and sounds like snapping twigs. Harry thought it was caused by animals rather than people, but he still clenched his wand on guard.

After eating the rubbery mushrooms, which were not enough to satisfy his hunger, his stomach was already feeling uncomfortable, and now it was burning with nervousness.

He originally thought he would be happy after stealing the Horcrux back, but for some reason, he didn't feel that way.

Sitting there looking at the vast darkness only lit up by his wand, all he felt was worry about the future, as if he had been sprinting towards this goal for weeks, months, or even years.

But now I suddenly stopped, with no way to go.

There were other Horcruxes yet to be found, and he had no idea where they might be hidden, or even what they were.

Moreover, he didn't know how to destroy the only one he had found, the Horcrux that was currently close to his chest.

The strange thing is that it did not absorb his body temperature, but stuck to his skin coldly, as if it had just been fished out of ice water.

Sometimes Harry thought, or perhaps imagined, that he could feel a small heart beating erratically next to his own.

Sitting in the dark, countless ominous premonitions came to my mind.

He tried to resist and drive them away, but they still attacked relentlessly.

Two people cannot both live.

Ron and Hermione were talking softly in the tent behind him. They could leave at any time if they wanted to, but he couldn't.

As he sat there trying to overcome his fear and fatigue, Harry felt the Horcrux weighing on his chest ticking down the time he had left... Foolish thought, he said, don't think like that...

The scar stung again.