Rita looked at Arthur.

She wondered if she had offended Weasley recently, and it seemed... no?

But why push yourself into this fire? The Quibbler doesn’t look like a good place to be…

"I feel fine." Harry said calmly.

Rita was startled.

"I think it's a good idea too." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Rita seemed to be thinking about something. "Mr. Weasley, could you please give me the contact information of the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler? Or maybe we can have a meal together sometime and get in touch with each other?"

"I'll talk to Mr. Lovegood." Arthur nodded.

Dumbledore raised his hand, and several teapots appeared on the table. He poured a cup of black tea for everyone, and he enjoyed a cup of syrup alone: ​​"Okay, now let's get down to business."

"Everyone here should know about Horcruxes."

Speaking of this, Rita's face turned green again. She was the only one among everyone who didn't want to know, but had to know.

"But unfortunately, we haven't found other Horcruxes yet." Dumbledore went on, "Voldemort's main soul is completely dead. Now he may be resurrected in the Horcrux at any time. We have to solve some problems before he is resurrected."

Upon hearing that name, everyone except Harry couldn't help but shudder as a physiological reaction.

He paused and said, "Here, we have to thank Miss Skeeter."

"With her help, we have been able to determine that Voldemort has at least three more Horcruxes."

Rita blushed, and subconsciously bent her waist and lowered her head. In the blink of an eye, she realized that this was a good thing, and immediately straightened her waist and raised her head, looking like a beetle that had won the fight.

"Slytherin's locket." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a translucent image floated on the table. It was an octagonal box pendant with a small snake inlaid with emeralds on the amber shell.

"Hufflepuff's golden cup." He waved his wand again, and a second portrait appeared.

It was a gilded goblet with two pure gold double-ear handles inlaid on it. There was an exquisite pattern engraved on the cup, and a little badger was peeking out from the grass.

"And the diadem of Ravenclaw." A third portrait also emerged.

A crown shaped like an eagle with its wings spread, with an emerald the size of a pigeon egg in the center. On the bottom of the crown, there is a line of text engraved, which is the most famous saying of Ms. Ravenclaw - "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

Arthur stared at the three paintings in a daze: "He made all the relics of the Big Four into Horcruxes?"

His tone was unusually gloomy and he gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sorry. I hope not."

"What about Gryffindor?" Sirius tilted his head.

"He didn't have the ability to get it." Harry shook his head. "Senior Tom was ambitious, so he obtained the Slytherin inheritance; he had superior wisdom, so he deceived the daughter of Ms. Ravenclaw and got the Ravenclaw crown; he also had a good face and outstanding charm, so he deceived Hufflepuff and stole the gold cup."

"But he lacks the courage and the willingness to take responsibility, so he cannot be recognized by Gryffindor."

"The Sorting Hat is in school, and the Sword of Gryffindor is in my hand."

Sirius laughed: "We Gryffindors are really excellent."

Snape narrowed his eyes, Rita clenched her fists, and Tonks chewed her gum in dissatisfaction and blew a huge bubble with a picture of Sirius fighting with the dog for food on it - this was a new product from the Weasley Joke Workshop.

"Severus, Karkaroff's side..." Dumbledore asked him.

Snape shook his head grimly: "No contact."

"He completely disappeared, more cleanly than the invisible beast."

He sneered, "Sammy and the Ministry of Magic of the Thousand Lakes are almost dying. They have searched almost all of Northern and Western Europe, but they couldn't find any trace of Karkaroff, let alone him."

"Albus, they should have contacted you?"

Dumbledore nodded, "They contacted me as soon as the holiday was over. They searched Hogwarts thoroughly. It took them a week. They even searched the bottom of the Black Lake and were beaten up by the mermen. Unfortunately, they found nothing."

A living person disappeared.

"Perhaps he ran away." Snape's voice was cold. "The Dark Lord's name would scare him half to death."

"He doesn't seem like such a coward," Harry responded.

Snape's face was slightly strange. "He just doesn't know what kind of person you are, and he still treats you as an ordinary little wizard. Ahaha, maybe he realized how terrible Mr. Potter was after the game, and fled because of the crime."

"How could I be so honored to be compared with Senior Tom? " Harry said calmly and indifferently.

"Maybe you are even more famous than him." Snape said sarcastically.

"He may have escaped." Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down, stopping the cold wind and rain that kept splashing between the two of them, "but we..."

Harry interrupted: "We have to think of something better. What if he was killed?"

"This is not good news." Dumbledore shook his head. "If the Death Eaters really did that, it can only mean that they are crazy to a certain extent. Severus, you have to be careful."

Snape said nothing.

"Miss Skeeter." Dumbledore turned and looked at Rita.

Rita was startled: "Ah, what's wrong? Mr. Dumbledore."

"I hope you will continue your investigation." Dumbledore said gently.

Rita shuddered, glanced at Harry, and sighed helplessly: "Of course, I will. Mr. Potter's trouble is my trouble."

"As for the others, I hope to find more clues about the Death Eaters." Dumbledore looked at the others. He waved his wand, and with a swish of pages flying, a thick stack of papers fell in front of everyone. "This is the information provided by Miss Skeeter. It contains the list of Death Eaters who have been known before."

Arthur flipped through a few pages and couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart. He looked up at Dumbledore.

"My dear Arthur, I also hope it is false." Dumbledore sighed, "But I think you should know better than me."

Arthur said nothing.

He lowered his head and continued to look through the files of Death Eaters he had just looked through. They were all officials who were still working in the Ministry of Magic. Although their ranks were not high, the highest one was only equivalent to himself, an office director.

Can……

More than ten years have passed since the You-Know-Who era, and there are still so many termites in the Ministry of Magic.

"I'll keep an eye on them." Arthur nodded, then paused, "Oh, and Percy..."

He looked at Harry: "I tried to invite Percy, but he didn't agree. Harry, if you have time, would you like to meet him?"

"He's actually been talking about you all the time."

"I don't really want to trouble you, but Percy has been very depressed lately. He has been like this since Mr. Crouch died. After Miss Skeeter published that report, he became even more depressed. He only cares about work every day. He has taken on the work of not only his own department, but also other departments..."

The Ministry of Magic had never been a place where one should work seriously.

Not to mention, Percy is so cruel.

"Will the Ministry of Magic let me go for some so-called 'trial' again?" Harry looked at Dumbledore and asked.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Then consider it a trip for Percy." Harry looked at Arthur, "Uncle Arthur, please tell him."

Arthur let out a long breath.

"By the way, Miss Skeeter." Harry thought of something and spoke to Ms. Beetle.

Rita sat upright.

"I have something I want you to do for me," Harry went on. "Help me find Fenrir Greyback."

"The infamous werewolf leader?" Rita was shocked. "Why are you looking for him?"

"Something to take care of," Harry said calmly.

Lupin sighed and wanted to say something, but Sirius held him back and he couldn't utter a word.

Rita nodded in agreement: "Of course, no problem. He has always been very ostentatious. I heard rumors about him some time ago. He was lurking in Knockturn Alley and escaped the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic."

"He is probably hiding his whereabouts now. It will take some time to find him."

"Before the next full moon." Harry said firmly.

Rita was embarrassed. After a while, she nodded and said, "No problem, I will try my best." She looked at Lupin.

I was confused.

There was also a vague guess that was somewhat incredible to her.

Could it be that... Mr. Potter is already studying how to break the werewolf curse?

Dumbledore opened his mouth to continue speaking.

The house shook violently, followed by a dull and violent explosion from upstairs, and loose soil and wood chips fell like a rain curtain.

Several people raised their heads and looked at the ceiling.

"The Death Eaters are attacking?" Sirius took a deep breath, with astonishment in his eyes.

"The Death Eaters can't find this place." Lupin shook his head. "The Fidelius Charm protects this place. Even if they stick their heads to the window, they can't find the Black mansion."

Harry looked up, analyzed the situation, and said softly, "The explosion came from the fourth floor, the room on the left."

Left side.

Arthur's face immediately turned green: "Damn it, that's George and Fred's room!"

He pulled the chair away and hurried out.

Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore followed closely behind, followed by Lupin, Sirius, Tonks and the others.

Molly poked her head out from the first floor with a serious expression: "What's wrong?"

"George and Fred," Arthur explained as he strode up the steps, "they've been up to something."

Molly's face turned pale and she followed them up the stairs.

Wait until you get to the fourth floor.

A gust of cold air blew, and the entire corridor was frozen by the cold sapphire blue ice.

Dumbledore reached out his hand and pressed it downward.

The thick magical aura that filled the space dissipated.

But the result surprised him, because what he dispelled was only the powerful magical aura, and the ice was still there, stubbornly attached to the wall.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it lightly, and the layer of frost disappeared.

The frost in the corridor had melted, but cold air was still seeping in from the cracks in the house. Soon, the corners of the door frame were covered with ice again.

Harry stepped forward, put a Quen shield on himself, and turned the handle.

With a click——

The old brass handle was frozen and brittle, and it broke easily in Harry's hands.

Conventional door opening methods do not work.

He raised his hand.

Alder Seal!

The blast rushed forward, smashing the wooden door and opening the entrance. He was the first to enter, and Dumbledore was the second.

The room was covered in ice and snow, like a cave made of sapphire. George and Fred hugged each other to keep warm. One of them kept casting warming spells while the other kept releasing blazing flames. Both of their faces were frozen pale.

"Thank God, Harry and Professor Dumbledore, you are finally here." Fred shivered, tears glistening in his eyes, but before they could come out, he was frozen into frost.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The ice was removed and the room gradually became warmer.

"It took less than half a minute from the time we heard the explosion to the time we went upstairs." Harry said concisely, walked over and checked their faces, skin and eyes.

George was held by Harry's eyelids, not daring to move: "Half a minute? God, it feels like at least half an hour has passed!"

"Frostbitten." Harry let go of his hands and searched his pockets. "It's not serious, though."

Arthur and Molly looked gloomy.

Frostbite!

In the past, they had only fought a little, but now they had hurt themselves. They were only in the sixth grade, what would happen in the future? What would happen? Would they lose their lives, like the Muggle Nobel Prize?

"Drink the potion." Harry took out two bottles of potion and stuffed them into their mouths. "One bottle a day from now on, for a week."

It was so spicy and bitter that it made them cry.

"What are you doing?" Molly gritted her teeth, "I didn't know prank props could be so dangerous!"

"Even I couldn't completely remove it at the beginning." Dumbledore nodded. "That's a very good idea. Did you draw inspiration from Harry's gesture magic? The magic is the bait, but the effect is not composed of magic?"

Fred grinned and explained while retching: "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, you are indeed the alchemy master of this century!"

“That’s what we thought.”

"Everyone will be wary of magic, but they don't know the effect of our item, so they will definitely suffer!"

"And the temperature is extremely low. Oh my God, we almost died in here." George gloated and didn't look worried at all.

Molly gritted her teeth even more: "You are still so proud!"

"What the hell are you doing? When will prank props be used to hurt..."

"No, no, no, Mom, this is not a prank prop." Fred shook his head, "This is a weapon."

"Harry needs some powerful alchemical props." George said seriously, "But to be honest, although those Muggle items are powerful, they are too easy for wizards to deal with."

"It's just that the bombs don't work." Fred nodded in agreement, "So we have been researching and improving until today we finally came up with results!"

Harry was stunned, and looked at Molly, with an apologetic look on his face: "Sorry, Aunt Molly, it's my fault..."

Molly quickly shook her head and interrupted him: "No, Harry, how can it be your problem."

"We are all aware of the difficulties you are facing. It is their duty to help you, that is... that is..."

Arthur added on behalf of his wife: "Dangerous alchemy should be performed when others can provide assistance, not in private, alone... or in secret with two people."

"We're just a small parameter problem." Fred sighed, "Math is really hard."

"If we correct that, we can get results." George pinched his waist and said confidently, "It's very powerful. We decided to name it. Even if it doesn't kill someone, it can freeze them to death. Hand Grenade!"

Harry deadpanned, "It should be 'It gave the inventor a hard time and he almost froze to death with the grenade.'"

"Hey, Harry, you can't do that," Fred protested. "We're on the same side."

"That's right, that's right!" George protested.

Harry took out two glass bottles, threw in two balls of eternal fire, and stuffed them into their arms: "Carry this thing with you, and don't let it go when you sleep."

"It's summer," Frey grinned.

"If you don't want to get sick, just listen to me." Harry held their heads down.

"Okay." George agreed reluctantly, but his face soon became excited again. "You saw the power just now. We can achieve the results tonight..."

Harry held their heads again: "Okay, my dear brothers, take good care of yourself."

"There's no rush for the alchemical bomb, your health is more important."

"It won't be too late to continue after you have rested."

He paused for a moment and said, "And, for Professor Snape's sake, next time you conduct such dangerous research, you can come to me, Uncle Arthur, or Professor Dumbledore. We can protect you."

"I feel really bad that you got hurt because of this."

"Don't let my dear brothers get hurt because of me. Promise me, okay?"

George and Fred twisted their bodies like maggots. "Harry, you don't have to say such sensational words."

"Oh my God, please scold me." Fred exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You are so awkward!"

"A guy whose brain is empty and filled with troll feces." Snape met their request as they wished. "I remember I taught you in the third grade class that dangerous procedures must be carried out under the accompaniment of experienced people."

"There is no essential difference between brewing potions and inventing alchemy. Both are dangerous research."

"That's terrible. How did you get into the advanced potions class?"

George and Fred said nothing, but lowered their heads and shivered.

Snape sneered and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Molly and Arthur now understood George and Fred's intentions, but that didn't mean they could accept the brothers' behavior. After persuading Harry and Dumbledore to leave, they closed the door and began to scold them harshly.

I scolded them for half an hour until dinner started.

During the meal, George and Fred both looked unhappy.

the next day.

Harry couldn't go out to pick up Hermione because Manchester and London were too far apart.