Harry narrowed his eyes slightly. The broom closet was dark, with only a few wands emitting a faint light.

The three people standing closest to them were Angelina, the captain of the Quidditch team; the other two looked familiar to Harry. He recalled carefully and recognized them as the strange couple he saw in the hall at noon. Harry couldn't figure out how they knew Angelina, and they hid in the broom closet with her to try to drag them in.

"Angelina, what's going on? And who are they?"

Harry asked. Hermione poked him quietly behind him, which made him notice that there were three or four people standing in the corner. Their faces were mixed with wooden boxes, brooms, and cleaning tools. Only the outlines of some limbs could be shown. They looked like monsters with multiple arms and legs.

'Angelina' opened her mouth, and Ron suddenly interrupted, "Be careful that she is not herself. She may have used Polyjuice Potion." Harry thought Ron made sense, and his heart suddenly lifted.

Someone was laughing in the dark. Harry noticed that one of the big guys was looking down at something.

"Don't be suspicious, kids." The tall student with his head down stood up and approached them. Harry held his wand tightly. He had only seen this size in the Slytherin team. If Ron hadn't just reminded him that Angelina might be fake, he would have thought that the captains of the two teams were in collusion.

In the dark, the silhouette of the speaker bent down slightly and put something on the ground. Harry realized that it was a magic lamp. The next second, the room lit up. The

bright and soft light completely illuminated the small broom closet.

At this time, Harry, Ron and Hermione finally got a glimpse of the whole room.

Including them, there were a total of eight people. There were three on their side... Harry couldn't help but think about how they would win if they started fighting. Although it seemed that the other party did not show any hostility at the moment, Harry was sure that the 'Angelina' in front of him was definitely not the captain of the team he was familiar with.

"I'm Tonks," Angelina said, closing her eyes and making a thoughtful expression. Her face gradually changed into another look, and her hair turned pink.

Harry, Ron and Hermione opened their mouths wide.

"It's really you! Then, then them," Harry stammered.

Tonks seemed to be in a good mood. She pointed at two people Harry felt familiar with and said, "This is Frank and Alice. You have seen them in the Order of the Phoenix before, although now they have different faces..." She pointed at the people in the corner, "Alastor and Kingsley."

These people greeted them one after another.

"Sorry, I may have scared you." Alice Longbottom said, "But you are really amazing." She pointed to the bruise on her wrist, and then wiped the skin with her wand, and the place healed immediately.

Harry felt that what happened today was incredible, but he at least solved a puzzle: the two people across the table during the day were the Longbottom couple. They were not looking at him, but at Neville next to him... But more questions arose, why did they appear in school together, and disguised as students?

Hermione suddenly took a breath and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you here to chase Umbridge and Avery?"

Harry and Ron suddenly realized.

"Sharp girl," said the big student in a Slytherin green robe. Harry saw the shadow of Professor Moody from his walking posture. The big student raised the paper in his hand, and dense lines and black dots flashed by.

"Marauder's Map?" Harry said in surprise.

"You recognized it? No wonder, I heard that you have a similar one, or the original one given by Felix," Moody said. His voice became younger, and there was no blue fake eye rolling in his eye sockets, which made Harry very uncomfortable. But the next second, his intact, much younger eyes stared at them: "Little guys, you almost disrupted the plan."

The three immediately became nervous.

"Don't scare them, Mad-Eye." Kingsley said with a smile. He still had a dark face and many braids on his head. At first glance, he looked a bit like Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan. But Harry knew that he always wore a shaved head.

Harry felt like he was attending a masquerade.

Kingsley said gently, "Our presence at the school is indeed related to Umbridge and Avery, but we also have other tasks."

"What tasks?" Ron asked impatiently.

Kingsley shook his head slightly.

"Involving Voldemort? Do you need help?" Harry made a tentative suggestion based on what he had just heard in the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Kingsley blinked at him.

"Okay, okay, there will be plenty of time to reminisce later. Let's get the business done first." Moody said, his eyes fell on Harry, Ron and Hermione. Although the face in front of them was completely different and much more regular than Moody's, they still subconsciously felt a wave of pressure.

"I saw it all on the map. The ghost named Myrtle led you to the girls' bathroom, didn't she?" He waved the Marauder's Map in his hand, and Harry, Ron and Hermione murmured and nodded. Moody snorted and paced back and forth in a small area. "It seems that your school life is rich and colorful, but you really shouldn't alarm them."

"But they forced Malfoy to sign a contract," Hermione said anxiously.

"It's an unbreakable oath!" Ron said, "That thing is simply deadly."

"Yeah, we can't just watch..." Harry muttered.

Moody stopped pacing, and the others also showed surprised expressions.

"This is unexpected," Moody stared at them and said, with a skeptical look on his face, "Tell us what you know, and we will help analyze it. Granger, you go." He pointed at Hermione's name.

"Oh, okay, Professor Moody." Hermione was a little surprised.

Moody grinned silently, and Harry finally determined that this smile would be scary enough no matter which face it appeared on.

"I was your professor, although it was only half a year, but your thesis impressed me. To be honest, it would be nice if I had an assistant like this when I was working, at least I wouldn't have to worry about the report."

"Professor Happ probably thinks so too." Ron muttered softly.

"I also wrote a few reports for you, Alastor." Tonks reminded kindly, "You added to my regular score."

"Yeah." Moody said, "It's strange that I didn't contact you later."

"Well" After chatting and laughing, Hermione cleared her throat and began to describe their experience. "We came back from the library, it was about eight o'clock and later met 'Crying Myrtle' on the way. She told us..."

Hermione finished.

The people in the broom closet were silent for a while, each lost in thought. This made Harry and the other two unsure of their attitudes, and Hermione asked softly, "Did we do something wrong?" She thought of the 'plan' that Moody mentioned at the beginning, and was worried that she might accidentally sabotage it.

"No, you did a good job." Kingsley comforted her, "We locked onto Umbridge and Avery early, but we still suspected that there were other accomplices in the school, so we have been using maps to monitor their movements in the past few days, hoping to follow the clues, just like tonight. But we can't squat under their noses and find out what they said, let alone know that they actually forced students to take an unbreakable oath... It was you who saved the child."

"A Death Eater's brat." Moody said contemptuously.

"But he is also a student in the school." Kingsley nodded and said.

"He may also be a Death Eater in the future, just like his father and uncle and aunt." Moody growled in a low voice.

"You'd better make it clear that it's the aunt who married Lestrange," Tonks said happily, "to avoid accidental injury."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Moody said angrily.

Harry wanted to laugh. He thought of the 'pure-blood dilemma' that Sirius had mentioned to him, and he wanted to pull out a bunch of them... But now was not the time to laugh. The atmosphere in the broom room was a little serious. Frank on the side interrupted, "But at least the child is not a Death Eater yet. If we try hard, he won't have the chance to inherit the 'family business' even if he wants to."

"I hope so." Moody's young face was a little bored.

"Alastor is just talking, but in fact, his principles are stronger than ours." Kingsley comforted Harry, Ron and Hermione who were a little stunned, "He would make the same choice in your position, so don't feel psychologically stressed. You did a good thing today. I heard that you and Malfoy are not on good terms? This is even more impressive. Go back and have a good sleep."

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Harry and the other two turned back in horror, "Are there any other people among you?"

"It may be Emmeline." Moody muttered, he picked up the wand and motioned for others to be quiet.

The door opened, and a girl with straw-colored hair and a round face walked in, carrying a cloth bag. "The food in the kitchen is much richer than I thought." She said happily, Harry always felt that he had seen this face somewhere, and he guessed that it might be from a senior student like 'Angelina'.

"Hey, you are here too? Do you want some?" Emmeline Vance asked, while taking out the food in her pocket and sharing it with others.

"No, thank you," Harry said, and Ron and Hermione also shook their heads. "By the way," Harry turned to look at Tonks, "where is the real Angelina?"

"Of course she's in her dorm now," Tonks said, taking a big bite of the pie in her hand. "I've agreed with her that while she's thinking about the game plan alone, I'll temporarily borrow her identity. You know, I'm a Metamorphmagus. The others rely on Polyjuice Potion to transform, and Alastor, Frank and Alice use ordinary people's hair. Anyway, the school is so big that no one can guarantee that they know everyone... Emmeline has a relative in the school. Usually the two of us are out collecting intelligence."

Harry nodded, and Emmeline turned around and came to him again, holding up her pockets. Ron and Hermione each held a piece of chocolate muffin in their hands and smiled at him awkwardly.

"I've been catching up on homework all night, and I'm a little hungry." Ron whispered. "

Eat a little, I'll ask the house elves in the kitchen for some more desserts." Emmeline Vance said friendly.

Harry couldn't refuse the hospitality, so he picked up a fried jam donut and ate it silently.

"Why are you back so late?" Moody asked.

Emmeline Vance sighed, "There's a club holding an event in the kitchen. They're exchanging cooking tips with the house-elves and having a lot of fun. I finally caught a lone guy and asked him for help... It's really new. We didn't have this kind of thing back then."

"Well, can I ask a question?" Ron asked.

Several people looked at him, and Kingsley smiled, "What do you want to ask? We won't reveal anything that needs to be kept secret."

"What are they doing in the school? I mean Umbridge and Avery?"

"You should ask the You-Know-Who what he wants to do. They can't decide for themselves. Vandalism, stealing, gathering information... All possible, but vandalism is unlikely."

"Why do you say that?" Ron asked, wiping the cake crumbs from his mouth.

Several people looked at each other, and Frank Longbottom carefully considered his answer: "Because the gain is not worth the loss. We judge that the two people should be the few undercover agents of You-Know-Who in the Ministry of Magic. After all, we have the upper hand now, and there are not many people willing to surrender to him. And unlike the last war, with the anti-thief waterfall, it is no longer possible to use the Imperius Curse and other confusing magic. Headmaster Dumbledore also confirmed this."

Harry, Ron and Hermione took the opportunity to lower their heads to eat and exchanged meaningful glances with each other. They probably knew Voldemort's purpose, the Horcrux... But Harry was wondering in his heart, if Headmaster Dumbledore had a complete Horcrux in his hand, why didn't he destroy it as soon as possible?

"Well, I want to ask a question too, can I?" Hermione asked.

"Okay, one question each. Then you go back to bed obediently." Kingsley said in a coaxing tone.

"How long do you plan to stay?" Hermione said. Harry looked up and looked around excitedly, and at the same time couldn't help applauding Hermione in his heart.

"We can't stay for too long." Tonks said with regret: "Whatever they plan to do, they have to act in the next few days. That's why we were arranged to come in, so that there are more eyes watching... If we delay any longer, the people from the Ministry of Magic will go back."

"Okay, enough of that," Moody interrupted her, looking at Harry, "One last question."

Harry stuffed the last bit of fried jam donuts into his mouth and asked for some reason: "Professor Moody, did you see Professor Snape on the map? What is he doing? And Sirius?" He added with a guilty conscience.

"Snape's name is not on it. Felix said when he gave me the map that his name was erased." Moody said calmly, as if he didn't hear the targeted meaning in Harry's question. "As for Sirius, he is a little angry and thinks we didn't tell him in the first place. Now" he lowered his head and stared at the Marauder's Map, "he is circling back and forth in his office, probably thinking about something."

He clapped his hands and ended today's conversation.

"Kids, I have to thank you for your noble behavior today, but you have to hurry back because the lights outside will be turned off soon. Keep it a secret when you go back. You know a lot of inside information because we regard you as our own." He saw Harry wanted to continue, so he waved his hand and continued, "Not juniors, but future companions and comrades. I heard about the club you run and the front-line lookout station these two days... This is very good."

"Remember, there are endless dark wizards. There will be plenty of time for you to show your skills in the future. But not now."

Harry said with some disappointment, "So we don't have to do anything?"

This question made Moody hesitate. He looked at Ron and Hermione, who also looked expectant, and said, "If there is a riot in the school in the next two days, you can help maintain order. But it is very likely that you will pass by without feeling anything."

"On the premise that your safety is not threatened." Kingsley added.

"Okay." Harry said. The three of them walked out of the broom room.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Voldemort walked in a long, gloomy and dim underground passage, with green torches on both sides, and Bellatrix Lestrange followed him.

"Master, can they succeed?" Bellatrix asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter whether they succeed or not." Voldemort said coldly. After so much time, he has completely calmed down, but his desire for his Horcrux has increased with the passage of time.

Especially after he failed to make a new Horcrux.

After the Battle of Hogsmeade, Voldemort realized that old man Dumbledore knew the secret of the Horcrux. Although he was shocked, he was not overly afraid. He calmed down and thought that Dumbledore was cursed and would die sooner or later if he dragged it on for a few years. At that time, there would only be one Felix Hep left. He firmly believed that he would at least not fail. In fact, at the critical moment, it was not impossible to exchange one life for another. After all, he still had a Horcrux and could continue to make Horcruxes.

But when he planned to use the death of Headmaster Ilvermorny to make a new Horcrux, the violent tremor in his soul made him tremble with fear, as if he would disappear in the next second.

Voldemort realized that he might not be able to split his soul anymore.

The inability to split the soul means that new Horcruxes cannot be made, which means that every Horcrux that still exists is extremely important.

That is not one life, but countless lives.

Severus brought back mixed news. He did not find the remains of the locket in the Black mansion, but the house-elf did survive, which meant that the servant he thought was loyal really betrayed him and dealt him a fatal blow.

But combined with the information that Regulus Black was dead, he could probably guess that Regulus did not have time to destroy the Horcrux, but exchanged his life for the life of the house-elf.

He was confident enough in the magic trap he had set up.

"How stupid." He gritted his teeth and said.

"Master?" Bellatrix looked at him in confusion.

Voldemort ignored her and continued to walk in the gloomy and deep corridor, going deeper and deeper into the ground. There was a faint sound of "O�O�@�@" from the end.

House-elves do have some tricks, and he fell into this matter... However, the power of house-elves is too weak and they are unable to destroy the Horcrux. If Severus hadn't found the locket in the old house, it would probably have fallen into the hands of old man Dumbledore.

The whereabouts of two Horcruxes were unknown... Voldemort clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with a dangerous red light.

Just as Dumbledore understood Voldemort, Voldemort also thought he saw through Dumbledore. He knew one thing: no matter whether the two Horcruxes were still there, he would definitely destroy them all before Dumbledore died...

Voldemort took a deep breath, "Bella." He said softly, Bellatrix raised her head and looked at him respectfully.

"Gather all forces."

"But"

Voldemort glanced at her coldly, and she immediately stopped talking.

For Voldemort, he would not feel bad even if all his servants died, but the premise was that their deaths were valuable. In his heart, if they could slightly trip up a few opponents and buy some time for his plan, they would be considered to have died for a good cause.