Since Umbridge disappeared, the Ministry of Magic has been much more peaceful.

Thicknesse did not pursue the matter.

Other officials didn't care either.

No one cared where she went.

Only Mr. Umbridge, a cleaner and the least visible person in the entire Ministry of Magic, would occasionally visit his daughter's former office with an expression of indescribable sadness. He was also the only one who remembered that the Ministry of Magic once had a Senior Deputy Minister named "Dolores Umbridge".

Voldemort didn't move.

Death Eaters only seek revenge against former Death Eaters.

Every day, the Daily Prophet would publish news about which pure-blood wizard or former Death Eater had been retaliated against, tortured, or killed, but that was all. Most ordinary wizards could only see traces of the Death Eaters' existence in newspapers.

Late April, at the Black mansion.

The Order of the Phoenix meets again after a long absence.

Molly walked in, looked at the house in surprise, and muttered softly, "So clean?"

"I thought that after not coming here for half a year, this place would become a mess again."

The hallway was swept clean, and as they walked in, two pairs of slippers were lifted up and gently dropped in front of them.

Arthur lifted his feet.

An invisible pair of hands took off his shoes for him.

Molly was even more surprised: "The Black Mansion has this ability?"

"It has always been there, but it just wasn't working before." Arthur turned around and explained in a low voice, "Sirius said that Kreacher has been very obedient recently, and the Black Mansion has finally regained some of its previous functions."

Molly nodded, put on her slippers, and looked at her original shoes, which were stuffed into the shoe cabinet.

When the cabinet door is opened, you can see a lot of cleaning spells running inside.

She nodded thoughtfully.

Can this function be put into your own home?

They walked to the second floor living room where the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were already there.

Dumbledore, Harry, Tonks...

Including Scrimgeour who recently joined.

"Sorry, I'm a little late because I went home to pick up Molly." Arthur waved to them.

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, Kreacher is still making dessert. We are just in time."

Molly stared at the cup that automatically floated to her hand, and found it even more unbelievable that Kreacher not only started to clean up, but also started to cook, fulfilling the duties of a house-elf.

This was completely different from the Kreacher she remembered.

While they were chatting, plates flew over and landed gently in front of them, and then a variety of desserts appeared on the plates.

Molly's is a mousse cake, which is one of her favorite desserts.

Harry was given a few muffins, which were drizzled with a little strawberry jam.

Dumbledore's was also a pancake, but unlike Harry's, it was almost soaked in honey, like amber.

"Dessert is here, and we have to get down to business." Dumbledore picked up the drink beside him and took a sip. It was the same honey water he drank in the office.

"Let me summarize."

"Harry and I speculated that Voldemort might have seven Horcruxes. Now we know five of them and have destroyed four of them. Only one, the Ravenclaw Diadem, is left, which has been made into a Horcrux."

"I went to Albania some time ago. You may not know this, but Voldemort hid there before returning to Great Britain. The Diadem of Ravenclaw was also hidden in Albania after being stolen by Helena a thousand years ago."

"But I have searched almost all of Albania and have not found the lost diadem. Once I know something, even Voldemort cannot hide it from me."

He picked up his knife and fork, cut off a piece of muffin, and after eating it, he continued: "There is only one possibility, Voldemort did not hide the crown in Albania."

"Ms. Rita, have you found out anything?"

Rita, who was named, quickly put down the black coffee in her hand, wolfed down the food in her mouth, and nodded: "I have been keeping an eye on Malfoy Manor recently."

At this point, she paused, glanced at Harry, and quickly explained, "The goblins really don't have much presence, but I think Ragnak might contact the You-Know-Who. Of course, I was very careful, I hid far away, and I didn't use magic to spy. Muggle props are indeed very useful."

She pulled out a telescope and some listening devices from her bag.

"During this period, many people have been secretly visiting the mysterious man."

"Especially when there were more revenge incidents by the Death Eaters, more people came to visit him."

Only then did Rita remember that she should be a witch. She took out her wand and waved it gently: "This is the list of people who have visited the mysterious man during this period."

Dumbledore waved.

The list flew over, almost reaching him, and then it split in two, with the other copy falling in front of Harry.

"A lot of familiar friends," Dumbledore muttered.

Harry glanced over.

"Carlo", "Avery", "Nott"...

"We should test that idea." Harry waved his hand and handed the list back to Rita. "Skeeter, you may be asked to do some dangerous work."

"Look for families on these lists who might be keeping something that Voldemort gave them."

Rita was startled and shrank her head: "I want to sneak into their house?"

Harry nodded.

Rita muttered, "But I'm just an ordinary Animagus."

Scrimgeour said: "We can conduct routine checks in the Auror Office. This will be easier than Miss Skeeter..."

"Where's Thicknesse?" Harry asked.

Scrimgeour spread his hands. "Because of what happened to you, Harry, there are many people in the Ministry who are dissatisfied with him. Moreover... half a year has passed, and many people have realized that Thicknesse's nature is similar to that of Fudge. In fact, Fudge is more capable than him. At least now, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement rarely carries out his orders."

"The director doesn't like him very much."

"A lot of his orders go beyond us."

"We can totally go over him on this one."

Rita breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, she was very keen on sneaking into someone's family, but now, she was most afraid of these things. It was not safe at all. It was not impossible for Animagus to be discovered.

Dumbledore made the decision: "Then let's go together."

"This will also protect Rita."

Rita sighed. "Must I go? Mr. Scrimgeour isn't..."

"Mr. Scrimgeour can't see how they're disguised," Harry interrupted.

Rita sighed again.

Dumbledore waved his hand, ate another muffin, and his eyes fell on a shifty, bearded man in the corner of the long table.

The others followed and looked.

Molly frowned.

Scrimgeour's eyes were sharp.

This is a person who was pulled in by Dumbledore but has never been very popular - "Mundungus", who was called a thief by Molly.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Miss Skeeter is a little too elegant, I would say." Mundungus took out his pipe. "This is not gossip. You can't eavesdrop on it by leaning against the window."

He took out a match and struck it with a click.

Molly waved her wand, and the flame that had just been lit went out.

He did not give up and lit another one.

Molly waved her wand again.

"Mrs. Weasley." He was a little restless and looked over with dissatisfaction.

"There are minors here." Molly glanced at Harry and reminded him.

Mundungus muttered, "Harry is a big boy. He can drink a bottle of Dragon's Blood Whisky by himself. What's wrong with this thing?"

"Sorry, I'm not yet sixteen." Harry deadpanned.

In the laws of Great Britain.

Only those over sixteen years old can touch this thing.

Mundungus put his pipe away awkwardly. "I've heard from several of my business customers that everything seems normal on the surface, but... the Death Eaters have already turned the underground world upside down."

"The goblins have recently been buying up ores, especially silver and iron, in large quantities, even openly. I really don't know where they get so many Galleons."

Scrimgeour was a little impatient. "They?"

"How dare they?"

Mundungus spread his hands. "The Ministry of Magic doesn't care about that."

"Recently, most of your efforts have been focused on maintaining order."

What an impeccable reason! Scrimgeour frowned and began to review the orders issued by Thicknesse during this period - could there be similar ones that seemed to be problem-free, but in fact, had already fermented and affected places that he had not noticed.

Mundungus took a sip of his drink and went on: "I'm afraid the goblins are about to rebel again."

"And giants."

"I heard that the Death Eaters also visited the giant tribe recently, but I don't know the specific results. As you know, giants are not easy to greet."

Having said this, he paused.

"As for the werewolves, they are also making preparations now. I'm afraid those dark magic creatures will continue to support the You-Know-Who."

Harry waited for him to finish, then waved his hand, "Did you find Ragnak?"

Mundungus was startled and shook his head. "Goblins are very cautious, Harry. I remember you also got an O in History of Magic. You should know that goblins often rebel. They are very experienced in this."

“No one knows where they are.”

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

"All right, all right," Mundungus sighed. "I'll find Regnus for you, Harry, but..."

He raised his right hand, pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, and placed it in front of his eyes, looking at Harry from afar through the hollow hole in the middle.

This is a gesture to ask for money.

"If you do, I'll negotiate a good discount for you at the Weasley Bros. Joke Shop." Harry nodded.

Mundungus' eyes sparkled. "Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop? George and Fred are not as easy to talk to as their father."

Arthur twisted his body.

Harry said calmly, "George and Fred are Weasleys, and I am a brother."

Mundungus slammed the table. "It's a deal!"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Speaking of werewolves and giants, I have heard that Voldemort may consider seeking help from outside Great Britain."