Zhu Sha had always been consistent with her words and actions.
If she said she was going to work here, then she was going to work. If she said she was going to rest here, then she was going to rest.
If she said she wanted to see the results of Jon's plan, then she really meant it.
The experimental base was very large. Although there were many things that had not been done directly, there were raw materials here. With Zhu Sha's experience in creating worlds, it was very easy for her to create what she wanted.
Although it was a television, there was no electricity here, and the screen was much bigger than the popular televisions of this time period.
This was just something she casually made to support the projection of the Weave. It was similar to the one Jon gave to Joanne, but much more advanced. The only problem was that this thing could not be maintained for long and might break at any time.
However, Jon was not worried about this. In any case, Zhu Sha's power was not weak, so it was not difficult for her to maintain this thing.
"But why are you here? Aren't you thinking about life? What are you here for? "
"Multitasking isn't a difficult thing for me. Although I'm sitting beside you, I'm still depressed."
Jon calmly sat with Zhu Sha and watched the "television".
"Who knows, I might be able to learn something from this matter. Every matter has its mysteries. Maybe it will be of some help to me."
"Then watch." Zhu Sha adjusted the frequency so that the image and sound were clearer. "But don't talk. Don't affect my viewing experience."
There was a time difference between their location and England. Since they were on an island, the time was not so clear. However, judging from the color of the sky transmitted through the image, it should not be daytime.
"What time is this?"
Zhu Sha asked, but did not get a reply from Jon.
She reached out and nudged Jon and asked again.
"Didn't you tell me not to talk?"
"… …"
Fine, perhaps this was what they meant by the saying, 'the evils brought on by oneself are the hardest to bear.'
In fact, there was no need to ask Jon about this matter. She could see that the sky in the image was about evening. It looked a little dark, but it was not that dark.
However, this position was not quite right.
Logically speaking, they should be watching something like Hogwarts School, but Zhu Sha had lived in Hogwarts for a while, and had never seen such a modern square.
This was also a building that belonged to Muggles. It shouldn't be a building owned by Hogwarts.
So now, they were not in Hogwarts, but outside.
The situation in the Western Magic World shouldn't be so terrible, right?
Actually, the reason why Zhu Sha had such thoughts was because she had fallen into a misunderstanding.
What she saw was a more complete picture. Living in the East, she didn't understand the changes in the past two years. All the information she knew was from the mouths of "masterminds" like Jon and Steven. Naturally, she had a clearer view of some things than Harry and the others. Therefore, she couldn't understand why the West was so chaotic.
But she was very intelligent.
The biggest advantage of smart people was that they could infer the complete picture of things from little clues, especially when they knew most of the layout of the person beside them. They could basically guess what had happened.
And she suddenly remembered that Jon had said to her in the past. Only by making this place completely chaotic could they take advantage of the chaos to overthrow the old system.
Considering this, it wasn't strange that such a thing happened.
In the image, two people just happened to descend on the square.
They were walking towards a house.
"That's Grimmauld Square, Sirius' old house, now Harry lives there."
Chown suddenly explained. It was obvious that he was trying to make up for ignoring Zhu Sha earlier.
The power of the Magic Net was much stronger than the protective measures of Loyal Blood, especially when the concealment power of the Wizard's house was not so strong.
The protection of Grimmauld Square was almost impossible to hide.
Zhu Sha fiddled with it, and the image changed to inside the house.
"It must be the Death Eaters." They heard Ron's voice as the image took over. At this time, he, Harry, and Hermione were peeking out of the living room window, looking at the people outside. "Do you think they know we're here?"
"I don't think so," Hermione said, but her voice was trembling, probably because she was afraid. "If they knew, they would send Snape to catch us, right?"
"Do you think he came here and was hit by Moody's Tongue Stutter Curse?"
"Yes," Hermione said. "Otherwise, he would have told them how to get in, right?
But they might also be waiting for us to show up. After all, they know Harry owns this house. "
"How would they —"
"The Wizard's will has to be checked by the Ministry of Magic, remember?
They will know that Sirius left this house to you. "
The Death Eaters outside added to the ominous atmosphere in House Twelve.
Ron was restless and had the annoying habit of playing with the light extinguisher in his pocket, which made Hermione very unhappy. She read The Tales of Beedle the Poet as she waited, hating the flickering light.
"Can you stop playing with it!"
Hermione shouted when the light in the living room was sucked away again.
"Sorry, sorry!"
Ron pressed the light extinguisher and turned it on. "I didn't realize what I was doing!"
"Can't you find something useful to do?"
"What is it? Reading a fairy tale book? "
"This book was left to me by Dumbledore, Ron —"
"— He left the light extinguisher to me, maybe I should use it!"
Harry could not stand the bickering, so he quietly slipped out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen.
He often went there because he believed that Kriche was most likely to show up there.
But halfway down the stairs to the foyer, he heard a knock on the front door, followed by the clang of metal and the clatter of chains.
Every nerve in Harry's body tensed. He pulled out his wand and hid in the shadows beside the elves' heads, waiting.
The door opened, and he caught a glimpse of the streetlit square outside. A cloaked figure flashed into the foyer and closed the door.
The newcomer took a step forward, and Moody's voice asked, "Severus Snape?"
The dusty figure rose from the end of the foyer and lunged at him, withered hands raised.
"I am not the one who will kill you, Abusi."
A calm voice said.
The curse was lifted, and the dusty figure exploded again. Dust filled the air and the newcomer could not be seen.
Harry pointed his wand at the center of the dust.
"Don't move!"
He had forgotten the portrait of Lady Black.
So as soon as he shouted, the curtain flew back and the woman screamed, "Mud, filth, defile my house —"
Ron and Hermione rushed downstairs and, like Harry, raised their wands at the intruder, who now stood in the foyer with his hands raised.
"Hold your fire, it's me, Remus!"
"Oh, thank goodness," Hermione said weakly.
Hermione said weakly. She turned the wand towards Mrs. Black. There was a bang as the curtains closed and the room fell silent.
Ron lowered his wand as well, but Harry did not.
"Prove it!"
Lupin stepped into the light, his hands still raised in a gesture of surrender.
"I am Remus John Lupin, werewolf, sometimes called Moonface, one of the four authors of the Map of the Living Point. My wife is Nymphadora, more commonly known as Tonks.
I taught you how to summon the Patronus, Harry. It's a stag. "
"Oh, yes," Harry said, lowering his wand. "But I must check."
"As your former Defence Against the Dark Arts instructor, I fully agree that it must be checked.
Ron, Hermione, you should not have been so quick to let your guard down. "
They rushed to him.
Lupin, wearing a thick black traveling cloak, looked tired but pleased to see them.
"No sign of Severus?"
"No," said Harry. "Well? Is everyone all right? "
"All right!" said Lupin. "But we're being watched. There are two Death Eaters in the square outside —"
"— we know —"
"— I had to Apparate right at the top of the front steps to make sure they didn't see me.
They can't know you're here, or they'd have sent more.
They've got sentries everywhere you're in contact with, Harry.
Come downstairs. I have a lot to tell you, and I want to know what happened to you since you left the Burrow. "
They went down to the kitchen, and Hermione pointed her wand at the grate. The flames leaped up, creating a comfortable illusion on the cold stone walls and reflecting on the long wooden table.
Lupin produced several bottles of Butterbeer from his traveling cloak, and the four sat down.
"I was supposed to come three days ago, but I had to get rid of the Death Eaters."
"So you came straight here after the wedding?" said Lupin.
"No," said Harry. "We came after we ran into the two Death Eaters at the café in Tottenham-Palace Road."
Lupin spilled most of the bottle of Butterbeer on his chest.
"What?"
They told what had happened, and Lupin's face was full of horror when they finished.
"But how could they have found you so soon?
It's impossible to follow a Apparate unless you catch him when he disappears! "
"And they couldn't have happened to be walking in Tottenham-Palace Road at that time, could they?"
"We wondered," said Hermione tentatively. "Did Harry still have the Trace?"
"Impossible!"
Said Lupin. Ron looked pleased, and Harry was greatly relieved. "In the first place, if he still had the Trace, they'd be sure he was here, wouldn't they?
But I can't figure out how they could have followed him to Tottenham-Palace Road. It's worrying, really worrying. "
He looked worried, but it seemed to Harry that the problem could be put on the back burner.
"Let's talk about what happened after we left. We haven't heard from anyone since Ron's father said the family was safe."
"Oh, Kingsley saved us," said Lupin. "Thanks to him, many of the guests had Apparated before the gang arrived."
"Were the gang Death Eaters or the Ministry of Magic?"
"Both. They're practically the same thing now."
"There were a dozen of them, but they didn't know you were there, Harry," said Lupin.
"Arthur heard the rumour that before they killed Scrimgeour, they tortured him for your whereabouts. If that's true, he didn't betray you."
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, whose expressions reflected the shock and gratitude he felt.
He had never liked Scrimgeour, but if Lupin was telling the truth, Scrimgeour's last act was to protect Harry.
"The Death Eaters searched the Burrow," continued Lupin. "They found the Ghouls, but they wouldn't go near them-and then they questioned those of us who hadn't left for several hours.
They wanted news of you, Harry, but no one except the members of the Phoenix Society knew you were there. "
"While they were disrupting the wedding, more Death Eaters broke into every family in the country that was connected to the Phoenix Society. No one died."
He didn't wait for them to ask. "But the gang was violent. They burned down Dedalo Dego's house, but you know he wasn't there.
They also used a Heart-Drilling Spell on the Tonks family, trying to find out what happened to you after you went to their house.
But they're all right — a little weak, obviously, but otherwise fine. "
"The Death Eaters broke through all the protective spells?"
Asked Harry, remembering how effective they had been on the night he had fallen in the garden of Tonks' parents' house.
"You have to understand, Harry, that the Death Eaters now have the whole Ministry behind them," said Lupin. "They can use cruel magic without fear of being discovered and arrested.
They broke through all the protective spells we put on them, and when they came in, they didn't hide their intentions. "
"Did they find any excuse for torturing Harry?"
Hermione's voice was a little shrill.
"Well," Lupin hesitated and took out a folded copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Take a look," he said, pushing the newspaper across the table to Harry. "You'll find out sooner or later anyway. This is their excuse for searching for you."
Harry unfolded the newspaper, and a large picture of him filled the front page.
A few large words stood out on the picture:
WANTED TRACING
THE DEATH OF ALBUS Dumbledore
Ron and Hermione shouted angrily, but Harry didn't say anything.
He pushed the newspaper aside, not wanting to read it anymore.
He knew what it would say. No one knew who killed Dumbledore except the people on the top of the tower, and Rita Skeeter had already told the magic world that Harry was seen fleeing the scene shortly after Dumbledore fell.
"I'm sorry, Harry."
"So, the Death Eaters also control the Daily Prophet?"
Lupin nodded.
"But people must know what's going on, right?"
"The coup was very smooth, almost silent," Lupin said. "The official version of Scrimgeour's murder is that he resigned and was replaced by Pierce Sinkness, who was under a spell."
"Why didn't Voldemort make himself Minister of Magic?"
Lupin smiled.
"He didn't need it, Ron.
He was actually the Minister, so why should he sit behind a desk in the Ministry?
His puppet Sinkness handled the daily affairs, allowing Voldemort to extend his influence beyond the Ministry of Magic. "
"Many people naturally speculated what happened: the Ministry of Magic's policy has changed so much in the past few days, they privately said that Voldemort must be behind it.
But that's the problem. They only said it in private, not daring to talk to each other, not knowing who to believe.
They didn't dare to speak freely, for fear that if their suspicions were true, their families would be persecuted.
Voldemort's move was very clever. Announcing his usurpation may lead to open resistance, but hiding behind the scenes can cause confusion, suspicion and fear. "
"The significant change in the Ministry of Magic's policy also included making the magic world wary of me and not Voldemort?"
"That was indeed part of it. It was a unique move.
After Dumbledore's death, you — the boy who survived — were bound to become a symbol and a rallying cry against Voldemort.
And by implying that you were involved in the old hero's death, Voldemort not only put a bounty on your head, but also sowed the seeds of doubt and fear among many who might have defended you. "
"At the same time, the Ministry of Magic began to investigate Muggle's descendants."
Lupin pointed to the Daily Prophet.
"Look at the second page."
Hermione opened the newspaper with the same disgusted expression on her face as when she read Cutting Edge Black Magic Revealed.
"'Muggle Birth Registration,'" she read. "'The Ministry of Magic is investigating the so-called' Muggle Birth 'to understand how they possess magic secrets.'"
"'The latest research by the Department of Mysterious Affairs shows that magic can only be inherited through Wizard birth.
From this, it can be seen that if there is no proven Wizard blood, the so-called Muggle Birth may have acquired magic through theft or violence. '"
"'The Ministry of Magic is determined to root out these people who steal magic abilities, and to this end, invites every so-called Muggle Birth to come to the newly appointed Muggle Birth Registration Committee for an interview.'"
"The people won't allow this to happen."
"It has already happened, Ron," said Lupin. "As we speak, people with Muggle Birth have already been arrested."
"But how could they 'steal' magic?" Asked Ron. "They're really crazy. If they could steal magic, there wouldn't be duds, right?"
"I understand," said Lupin. "But you have to prove that you have at least one close Wizard blood relative, or you'll be considered to have illegally acquired magic abilities and be punished."
Ron looked at Hermione and said, "What if purebred and mixed-blood Wizard swear that someone with Muggle Birth is their relative?
I can tell everyone that Hermione is my cousin — "
Hermione took Ron's hand with both of her hands and held it tightly.
But in a more secret place, the girl was quietly sending a message to Jon.
Her action of sending the message was not shown on the screen, but at the same time, Jon and Zhusha both received Hermione's question.
"It seems that she has discovered a lot of things."
Zhusha took out her notebook, which showed Hermione's question.
It was also about why the Ministry of Magic was conducting a background check on Muggle Birth.
"This is a more specific action against us."
Jon explained, his words were for Zhusha to hear, and Zhusha wrote them down in her notebook for Hermione to hear.
"Recently, there have been a large number of black Wizard activities in Muggle Society, and they've naturally discovered some things that are different from before.
This was because the newly transformed adepts did not hide their identities in the Muggle society. Instead, they were spreading what appeared to be rumors.
Dark Sorcerers were not fools. Although they had damaged their brains to a certain extent by practicing black magic, if these things were too strange, they would still be able to figure out the problem.
Of course, this matter is also beneficial to them, at least it's more convenient for them to rule. Although they've noticed that something is wrong, they have no way to deal with us.
Voldemort would definitely not be willing to do this himself. He's now wholeheartedly focused on finding the Sacred Relic of Death, so his subordinates have no way of discovering what we're doing.
Their choice to deal with this matter in a one-size-fits-all way is proof. But the Ministry of Magic has long been infiltrated into a sieve, what secrets can there be? "
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