"Hermione, do you think Kyle has a grudge against Harry?"

In front of a door near the utility room in the basement, Ron asked with lingering fear as he listened to the screams coming from inside.

He had always been curious about how Harry learned the art of Occlumency. Ron would not miss this rare opportunity, so he ran over with Hermione right after breakfast.

As a result, when he saw this, he was numb.

How can this be called special training...isn't this just getting beaten?

Harry was kicked to the left and then to the right by a magical creature with six legs. He looked like a human-sized Bludger. It was so miserable.

Beside him, Hermione nodded with lingering fear.

She was still hesitating about whether to train with Harry.

There has been no need for help at Weasley's Joke Shop recently, and my parents have gradually become accustomed to living in Diagon Alley. Sometimes I can't find anyone when I go to visit them.

Since she had nothing to do anyway, she was thinking about whether she could learn one more spell during this month. After all, everyone else said that Occlumency was very important. Even if she didn't need to worry about Voldemort invading her consciousness, there would be no harm in learning it.

But now seeing what happened to Harry, she suddenly hesitated.

It was hard for Hermione to imagine herself being whipped back and forth by the cat-leopard. In comparison, she still felt that it was better to proceed step by step... Although the progress would be much slower, it was safer.

"ah!"

Harry's screams were heard again in the room. After holding on for two minutes, the leopard saw through his thoughts and hit his thigh hard with its thick tail.

Outside the door, Ron and Hermione gasped at the same time when they saw this scene. They felt pain even just watching it.

Hermione felt a little bit reluctant.

"Forget it, let's go," she said.

"Okay." Ron nodded decisively.

Now he understood why Sirius and the others never came here.

As long as he couldn't see it, he wouldn't feel sad, and Harry would be able to master the brain-blocking technique more quickly.

Otherwise, why do we say that adults are smart?

The two of them closed the door silently... Well, that's much better.

When they returned upstairs, Mrs. Weasley was passing through the living room with a basket of clothes.

"So you're here..." she said, "Arthur just delivered the letter. I guess it's your OWL results."

"Are the results out yet?" Hermione jumped up and ran quickly to Mrs. Weasley.

"Here, for you." Mrs. Weasley took three envelopes from the basket.

Hermione quickly found the one with her name on it, tore open the envelope, and unfolded the parchment inside.

Then her expression turned disappointed.

"Didn't you do well in the exam?" Ron leaned over to take a look curiously.

The string of "O"s on the parchment made him feel a little dizzy.

"Nine 'Excellent' and one 'Good'... in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ron looked at her half amused and half annoyed. "You're still disappointed, aren't you?"

"But Kyle was always excellent," said Hermione.

"Can't you find a normal person to use as a reference?" Ron raised his voice, not understanding Hermione's self-inflicted troubles.

"Honestly, if I could get even one 'excellent', I would jump for joy."

Ron opened his envelope.

As expected, there was not a single 'Excellent', but thankfully there were seven 'A's' on the parchment.

"Not bad." Mrs. Weasley smiled and ruffled Ron's hair. "You passed seven subjects in OWL. That's much better than I thought."

To be honest, compared to Ron's previous results, this result is already a big improvement.

By now, Mrs. Weasley no longer expected Ron to get too many 'O's. As long as he maintained this performance and got seven certificates after graduation, it would be fine.

"And Harry's." Ron looked at the last envelope in his hand and asked, "Should we send it to him?"

"Do you want to go?" Hermione asked.

Ron shook his head decisively. But he didn't feel sorry for Harry, he was mainly afraid that the magical creature would get addicted to beating him and beat him up for delivering the letter.

"How about waiting for Harry to come back in the evening and letting him take it apart himself?"

"OK!"

The two quickly reached an agreement and Ron delivered Harry's report card to his room.

"By the way, where's Kyle?" Hermione looked around and suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Kyle all morning.

"Went to the Ministry with Arthur this morning," said Mrs. Weasley.

"He's gone to the Ministry already?"

"Yes, I advised Kyle to rest for two more days, but he insisted that it was unnecessary." Mrs. Weasley said, "What do you want to see him about?"

"I have some questions about magic words that I don't understand, and I want to ask him." Hermione said.

"You'll have to wait until the evening," said Mrs. Weasley. "He'll be back here for dinner then, and he'll be staying here for the rest of the holidays."

"I see." Hermione said, "Mrs. Weasley, I'll help with the laundry, too."

"No need to wash, a simple magic will do the trick, I'm just going to hang them out to dry. This house is great in every way except that it doesn't get much sunlight."

Time soon came to evening, and Mrs. Weasley prepared a large pot of beef stew and served it on the table when the Ministry of Magic got off work.

Hermione also brought a thick magic book, ready to ask Kyle a few questions after dinner.

But she sat at the dining table waiting for more than an hour, and even Harry staggered out of the basement, but Kyle still didn't come back.

And it wasn't just Kyle. Mr. Weasley, Lupin, Sirius and the other Weasley children didn't come back.

"Oh, I think they must be working overtime." Mrs. Weasley checked the time for the seventh time. She forced a smile and said, "Let's eat first and don't wait for them."

She took out her wand and waved it, and the cold beef stew quickly became steaming hot.

Then she took a spoon and scooped the beef stew into everyone's bowl.

But it was obvious that Mrs. Weasley was a little absent-minded and spilled the broth several times.

"It must be fine." Hermione whispered, "He must be too busy with work. You-Know-Who... He certainly wouldn't dare to attack the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"You're right." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Eat quickly and then go to bed early."

"Mom..." Ron wanted to say something, but Hermione shook her head slightly at him.

No one spoke for a while after that, and everyone finished their dinner in a hurry.

The children went upstairs and Mrs. Weasley sat in the living room, glancing occasionally in the direction of the door.

"Strange, why haven't they come back yet?" Ginny and Ron poked their heads out at the corner of the stairs and looked at the door where there was no movement.

"I don't know, maybe the Ministry of Magic is taking some action..." Hermione looked at the two of them worriedly and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Weasley and the others will be fine, even if the You-Know-Who..."

Hermione suddenly stopped talking and said vaguely, "If there is something big, someone will definitely come to pass on the news. Don't forget, this is the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Anyway, let's go back to the room."

"I'm not going back." Ginny squatted there stubbornly, "I'm going to wait here."

"Me too," said Ron.

Although what Hermione said made sense, most of the Weasley family were out now. How could they go back to their rooms and sleep peacefully under such circumstances?

The two of them hid at the corner of the stairs, and so did Harry. Even though he had been tortured by the cat-leopard for a whole day, he still wanted to wait for Sirius here.

Hermione didn't say anything else and waited quietly with them.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was late at night.

…

Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley.

The once bustling street was now empty, the doors of shops on both sides were closed, and deafening explosions and roars could be heard all around.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A killing curse flew over and blew the sign of Ila's Owl Shop into pieces.

A middle-aged wizard, under the cover of two Aurors, moved from the main street to a small alley. Behind them was a group of Death Eaters wearing black cloaks and masks.

"Hand him over!" said the leading Death Eater in a hoarse voice.

"There!" someone shouted not far away.

"Kill her!" the Death Eater roared.

But before they could raise their wands, more Aurors appeared, riding on brooms, pouring in from all directions.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Fainted!"

In order to avoid the spells flying from all directions, the Death Eaters had to give up the idea of ​​killing Tonks and instead pointed their wands at the Aurors in the sky, causing chaos on the entire street.

The middle-aged wizard who had just run into Knockturn Alley was not really safe either. In the shadows, several pairs of eyes were staring at him and approaching him little by little.

The man nervously took out his wand and was about to leave when he heard a voice coming from behind.

"I suggest you don't go any further in there, Mr. Fusco. The depths of Knockturn Alley are not necessarily safer than the outside."

"Who's there!"

The man was so frightened that he turned around quickly and pointed his wand at the person who came.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Fusco." Kyle came over and said calmly, "It's me."

"Prove it!" Florin Fosco still did not let down his guard, "Prove that you are not a disguised Polyjuice Potion."

"Voldemort is a noseless fool," said Kell.

Hearing Voldemort's name, Florin Fosco shuddered subconsciously, but he finally put down his wand.

Now he was sure that the person in front of him was real. After all, no Death Eater would dare to say that about Voldemort.

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay, I understand." Kyle came up to Fusco.

Bill, Charlie, Fred and George scattered around and drove away those who had bad intentions.

"Everyone go home and sleep." Fred looked at the people hiding in the shadows, with a threatening tone in his voice. "Otherwise, after tomorrow, I will come to Knockturn Alley every hour to check, and I guarantee that you won't be able to sell a single thing."

There was some rustling and muttering around, but Fred and George paid no attention.

Gradually, the sound disappeared and the alley returned to silence.

“I didn’t expect it to be solved so easily.” George said with a smile.

"They are not afraid of you," Bill glanced at him and said, "They are afraid of the Aurors and Death Eaters outside."

"I know." George shrugged. "But there are no Aurors here now. It's just us."

"Kyle." Charlie came over, "How did you know that the Death Eaters would attack Diagon Alley?"

"Not me." Kyle shook his head and whispered.

In fact, this matter should be attributed to Mr. Granger.

Coincidentally, everyone knows that the rooms in the Leaky Cauldron have poor soundproofing, so most wizards will add soundproofing magic to their rooms after moving in here in order to avoid being disturbed, but Mr. Granger does not do this.

He heard some of the Death Eaters discussing their action plan in the corridor.

Although there was not much content, the words "wait until night to act" and "have to be alive" still made him concerned.

Kyle had to go to Gringotts for something today, and he happened to meet Mr. Granger who was about to write a letter to Hermione at the door of the Owl Post Office. He mentioned it in passing while chatting.

However, in order to protect Mr. Granger's safety, Kyle did not tell anyone about this matter and only said that he had received an anonymous message.

"Anyway, thanks to your information." Charlie listened to the explosion not far away and said with lingering fear: "Who would have thought that the Death Eaters would attack Diagon Alley? What exactly are they doing?"

"You'll have to ask Mr. Fusco." Kyle turned and looked at the middle-aged wizard.

"I don't know either." Florin Fusco shook his head. "They didn't say anything when they first came up. They just blew my door down. If the Aurors hadn't arrived in time, I might have been captured by them."

"That's strange." Fred frowned, "It can't be that the mysterious person wants to eat ice cream."

Apart from this explanation, he really couldn't understand why the Death Eaters would target an ice cream shop owner.

But the mysterious man likes to eat ice cream? That picture is so beautiful that it is hard to imagine.

"I guess they might still want to find Mr. Ollivander." Florin Fusco said, "When the Auror took me away just now, I accidentally saw a few Death Eaters go to the wand shop."

"Olivander isn't in the store." Fred frowned. "In fact, his store has been closed for a long time."

"That's normal," said Fusco, "Mr. Ollivander needs to go find materials to make wands, which is a very time-consuming task. He always comes back two weeks before the start of school.

"But fortunately he left, so he escaped the disaster."

"It's hard to say." Kyle shook his head.

Perhaps it was better for Ollivander to be in Diagon Alley today, because he had received the news in advance and the Aurors were very confident that they could rescue him.

But if he was found outside by the Death Eaters, then there would really be nothing they could do.

"Boom!" Another explosion.

Some Death Eaters rushed into Knockturn Alley, and her mask fell off, revealing a hideous and crazy face.

Antonin Dolohov, the Death Eater who was previously captured in the Department of Mysteries, has escaped again.

It is estimated that when the Dementors collectively rebelled before, Voldemort rescued him.

"It's you again. Go to hell, it's your turn!"

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other. When he saw Kyle, he didn't say a word and directly cast a Cruciatus Curse.

But his intention was so obvious that Kyle dodged it easily.

"Don't be so excited." Kyle hid behind a barrel, "Don't you want to know why you failed today?"

"Why?" Antonin Dolokhov said coldly, "Tell me, maybe I can show mercy and let you die more easily."

"Of course someone told us." Kyle said, "Why else do you think the Aurors knew about your plan?"

"You're lying to me!" Antonin Dolokhov narrowed his eyes.

Although he is bad, he is not stupid. The conspiracy in Kyle's words is almost hitting him in the face.

"I just mean well." Kyle said with a hint of pride, "You can't escape today anyway, I'm just being kind and want you to die with a clear conscience... But since you don't want to listen, forget it."

"Tell me the name." Antonin Dolohov said solemnly, "Who dares to betray the great Dark Lord."

"You're smart, so just guess it yourself." Kyle smiled, "Maybe that person is right next to you. You've been neighbors for more than ten years."

"Tell me your name!"

"He's there..." At this time, several Aurors also rushed into Diagon Alley, raising their wands at the same time, pointing them at Antonin Dolohov.

"Fainted!"

"Full body restraints!"

"Everyone is petrified!"

…

"Damn Aurors!"

Antonin Dolohov waved his wand and blocked all the flying spells.

Although he really wanted to catch Kyle and force the traitor's name out of him, it was too late.

Faced with so many Aurors, Antonin Dolohov knew very well that he would be caught if he continued to stay here.

"Just wait, I will catch you one day!"

After saying these harsh words, he ran towards the depths of Knockturn Alley without looking back, and several Aurors immediately followed him.

"Are you okay, Kyle?" Lupin also ran over from outside and asked.

One of his arms seemed to be injured and was hanging limply, but Lupin didn't care at all.

"We're fine." Kyle shook his head and asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Most of the Death Eaters are under control. It's only a matter of time before we catch them," Lupin said. "Where's Dolohov?"

"He ran away." Kyle glanced at his arm, "But several Aurors have already gone after him. In your current state, you won't be able to help even if you go."

"Well... okay." Lupin hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to stay where he was and not chase after him.

…

(End of this chapter)