As Ginny asked, Mafalda's attention was on her for the first time, and the two of them were taller and shorter, weighing each other.

Harry found that the two girls looked a little similar to Mrs. Weasley, and they both had reddish hair, but they were very different. Ginny's hair was like a flame, and even among the seven children of the Weasley family, and she didn't look at people with aggressive eyes most of the time - but now is an exception, she was like a turkey that was about to be served on the Halloween table, with great fur.

"I've seen Aunt Morley, only once," said Mafalda. "But I've seen more of your father. He took me around Diagon Alley and bought some things in advance. He also gave me an owl. I wrote to him after I got back. He returned frequently at first, but later he was slow."

"Maybe it's because he's busy, or you have too many problems." Ginny said word by word.

"Maybe, but I don't need him to take me with me, I can do it alone," said Mafalda. "I convinced my parents to allow me to go to Diagon Alley. What did that say...get to get to know the world of wizards."

"I'm interested in everything in Diagon Alley. Old Tom at the Burnt Cauldron Bar has lost all his teeth, but what he made is delicious... When I asked about Mrs. Mojin's marital status, she drove me out, and I also convinced the clerk of Lihen Bookstore to allow me to sit in the corner to read books. My favorite is "Simple Spells to Fool Muggles" and Gidro Lohart's seven-book series adventures. The former I picked a few spells and used them on my parents, which were very effective, and the latter taught me a lot..."

"Wait!" Harry felt that her speech was so ridiculous that he had to interrupt, and that he was not the only one who thought so. Ron, Hermione and Ginny shouted at them at the same time, and Marfalda stared at them. The scene was really funny, and everyone looked at each other for a moment.

"Okay, say it one by one." Hermione sighed. When the little girl came to her and said that she had important information about the Death Eater, she knew that this was not a regular student. Sure enough, they were all scared.

She looked at Mafalda and asked patiently: "Miss Pwight, Mr. Weasley should have told your parents that the magic world is not peaceful now. How did you convince your parents to let you go to Diagon Alley alone?" She actually wanted to accuse Mafalda's parents of being irresponsible.

"They don't interact much," Marfalda pointed to herself and Ginny, who used it to indicate the parents of the two families. "My father and Aunt Moli are relatives, but may not have a good relationship, which can be seen from the stiff conversation between them-"

"That's exactly what I'm going to say." Ron interjected, and everyone else looked at him. He swallowed and whispered: "Mom does have a cousin from afar, but her family doesn't mention him much..."

"Dad is a squin, and now he is an accountant, and occasionally he trades stocks. Mom is a Muggle. They have no involvement in the magic world before." Marfalda said, "except me." She added.

"But-" Hermione was struggling, "Even so, Mr. Weasley could not not remind-"

"Oh, it's very simple. I told my parents--there are people waiting for me behind the door of Diagon Alley, Bill Weasley, I know he works in Diagon Alley." Marfalda glanced at her with a smug look.

Hermione looked shocked. Ginny let out a cat-like angry cry.

"So you're lying?"

Marfalda shrugged, and the answer was self-evident.

After a quiet moment in the abandoned classroom, Harry asked, "You know Lockhart is one, one..." He hesitated for a moment.

"A liar?" asked Marfalda, Harry nodded, and she said calmly: "I like the way he tells stories, that's all."

The cross-examination ended. Even though Ron and Ginny didn't like Marfalda very much, they still pinched their noses and recognized the relative.

"What is your purpose today?" Ginny asked with a straight face, "You should know that Gryffindor College and Slytherin College are mortal enemies, if someone discovers..."

"That's why I came here secretly." Marfalda said in a startle, while taking out a green notebook from his pocket - Harry saw from some details that this was a product from the Muggle world - she turned a page, but did not show it to them, but instead held it in front of her, saying, "I can provide you with information about the Slytherin Academy, about the Death Eaters... but in exchange-"

"Death Eater?" Harry, Ron and Ginny said in dismay.

The three people looked at Hermione, and Hermione quickly waved her hand, "I know no more than you, she-uh-" Hermione discovered the problem. A little girl from a Muggle family, who had no idea about the magic world before, could she know what information?

"Oh?" Marfalda looked at them strangely, "Do you understand very well? I continued - of course I will not do my best. As a condition, you must become the protagonists in my story."

Harry looked at her in confusion, what this is and what it is.

"What's in the story?"

"The protagonist in the story," Mafalda shook his finger at him, "Have I told you before, I like history and writing, do you know Bashida Basharat?"

Harry nodded reluctantly. He knew that this man, an excellent historian, was written by her now in the teaching materials for the history of magic. She retired and lived in the Godric Valley. Godric Valley... His heart tightened.

Mafalda did not notice Harry's strangeness. She followed the previous words: "Bashida Bashat wrote "History of Magic". She had a saying that I particularly agree with. The happiest thing for historical recorders is to be able to talk to history itself."

"Do you know what this sentence means?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"The thing I'm doing now is," said Mafalda.

Ron thought, and slowly said, "So you want to write us into your story? Well--you just said you like Lockhart's books?" He handed them a look with a deep impression, "Think about it."

"Harry won't agree!" Ginny raised her eyebrows and said, looking at Harry with uncertainty, "Is it right?"

"Of course." Harry nodded decisively. He didn't want a follower behind him. The Clivi brothers were enough for him. He said to Marfalda with a firm attitude: "Sorry, I have a lot of things this year, O.W.Ls exams, Quidditch, club... I don't have time to play house games with you."

Marfalda blinked, and just when Harry thought she was about to give up, she lowered her head and stared at the spread notebook and pronounced the names on it: "Not, Avery, Gargson, Selwin, Crabbe, Goll, Malfoy... Well, he is not sure, do you want me to continue reading?"

Harry opened his mouth wide, Ron's mouth was no smaller than him, and Hermione also looked at her in shock.

Marfalda stared at their faces and smiled.

"So they really have something to do with the Death Eaters?"

"How did you guess-" Harry said with difficulty, these names were all said by Voldemort in his own words on the cemetery, and each of them had an important position in the magic world. But they were humble in front of Voldemort and had to be forgiven by kissing Voldemort's robe.

Sirius told him that because there was no evidence, the Ministry of Magic could not arrest people, and at present they could only use surveillance measures. Of course, what he said was not like. Sirius was as annoyed by this matter as Harry: "Amelia did not agree to arrest them and pour two pounds of real medicine..." Afterwards, he calmed down and admitted that this idea was unreliable. "Unless we plan to make the magic world chaotic, or do it, we must first arrest ourselves..." He said gloomyly: "That's the case with pure blood. There is no actual evidence. One area can bring out a bunch."

Marfalda smiled like a fox, "The surname Pwight was unexpectedly frightening, and it was not as eye-catching as Weasley. So, you see, I would be an excellent undercover agent, for... for the cause of justice, how about it?"

"I don't agree." Harry said slowly.

"Why?" Mafalda asked in surprise. She never expected that she would be rejected after showing her abilities.

"Harry, if there is a Slytherin student willing to help us, even..." Ron said.

"No." Harry said, "No." He repeated, "What if she was found?"

"Don't worry," Mafalda interjected: "From my observation this month, Slytherin Academy has become different from the rumors..."

"Do you know what you're doing? You're not just those bad students, but the real Death Eaters! If a Slytherin student mentioned you to his family and investigated you behind the scenes... Is your cleverness useful?" Harry glared at her, and a burst of unreasonable anger surged in his heart. "You're pulling your family into a dangerous situation, they don't even know how to magic."

Marfalda pointed at Hermione dissatisfiedly, "As far as I know, her family environment is no different from mine."

Hermione remained silent.

"Because she has no choice—" Blood from Harry's chest surged onto his face.

"I know you're referring to Muggle identity-"

"Not only that, because she is my friend." Harry said in a low voice, looking at Marfalda panting. "Yes, she is the friend of the famous Harry Potter, and Ron, and he had no choice. Since he was standing on my side in the first grade... I have no choice. When I was a baby, I was forced to get involved with Voldemort. If nothing unexpected happens, one of us must die, or die together."

Mafalda's body suddenly froze.

"I don't--"

"I don't know what you think of undercover as, if it's just a prank, it's fine, but you're very capable, I can tell. This is even worse. I don't think you'll ever think that one day you'll see a photo of your house turning into ruins in the newspaper, with a black magic mark hanging on it?"

"I'm not-you were wrong!"

"Then let's talk about it." Harry said, staring down into her eyes.

Mafalda glared back at him without any permission, with a flash of water in her eyes, "Wait for me!" She glanced at them hatefully, turned and ran away.

Harry stared at her back, but what he thought of was the photo of the Godric Valley he had seen from the old newspaper. The photo was a ruin, just like what Moody told him... Except for some white flowers and candles on the edge of the ruins, they were all left by some wizards who came here, "I wish to express my deepest condolences..." The book said that when Harry saw these words, he felt that all this was meaningless and his family would never come back.

Sometimes when Harry was lying on the bed, he thought, if he could get the resurrection stone, even if the resurrection stone could not be as sure as Luna said, it could resurrect the dead, just the function of the story of the three brothers, just let him see the souls of his relatives... not just a green light in his mind and the sound of his mother begging...

"Harry, you'd better be careful, she doesn't look easy to mess with." Ron said in the direction of the classroom door.

"I don't care." Harry said stiffly.

He suddenly thought of something. Luna believed in the Deathly Hallows. Is she also eager to see someone? She could still see the Hedge.

"She looks pretty smart," Ron hesitated, "We have also accepted other students into the duel study group. I believe they will not refuse to fight the Death Eater-"

"She's only eleven." Harry said coldly, and Ron shut up. After a while, Harry asked afterwards: "She said Slytherin Academy has become different...what is going on?"

Ron said angrily: "The only person you know has just been driven away by you. Why don't we go and ask Malfoy?"

Harry was a little upset, he should ask clearly first.

...

At night, Felix continued to work as a promising bounty hunter. Except for the first time entering the Pighead Bar and having some unpleasantness with the bar owner, he was just standing at the door wearing a black cold-proof cloak. After a short while, the target would "walk" out by himself.

Hogsmeade recently added a legend of a powerful ghost.

Of course, because the missing people are all black wizards and the worst group, there are not many people who really care about them - these people are hiding their heads and tails, and they may have left suddenly because of an urgent matter.

Some wizards swore that they had seen a ghost, which had extremely strong magic power, and could take away the human soul with just waves.

"He is the embodiment of death." said an old wizard obsessed with horror stories.

His performance attracted a lot of praise, and the old wizard also won himself a cup of heat whiskey. The man at Pig Head Bar sneered disdainfully and continued to lower his head and wipe the goblet with a dirty rag.

Felix occasionally takes time to check out the unfinished site.

On a clearing in the middle of Hogsmeade village, a large amount of building materials were piled up, black and white marble arranged in an orderly manner, with mysterious star patterns on it. Felix stood in the center of the stars with interest and looked around. The entire Wizard Village was shrouded in the deep night, with only a few sparse stars.

Felix stared at the darkness, and there was a faint sound coming close, like footsteps, but it was too light.

From the perspective of the Theses, the body of the unknown creature seemed very blurry, and even indistinguishable in the darkness. He could only see a circle of blurred light, faintly patching it into the appearance of a thin domestic elf.

This is another pair of eyes that are different from the normal perspective and magic perspective. If he has to define it next, he seems to be able to see the soul glowing.

"Hello, Mr. Heip, Bondy said hello."

The house elf said sharply, pausing from afar, bowing to Felix. He then raised his head and looked at Felix's silver-gray eyes, and couldn't help but tremble, which made him afraid.

"Is there anything wrong, Bundy?"

"Mr. Hepp, Bundy brings you a letter. I'm so sorry, Bundy cannot enter the Hogwarts Magic School," while speaking, the house elf bowed deeply again, "Bundy, Bundy has been waiting nearby for a few days and finally see you."

Felix always felt that the scene was familiar at the moment, but the last time he sent the letter was a child, and he brought Voldemort's invitation letter. He took the letter and the envelope was a triangle pattern: inside was a circle and a vertical line. He stared at the pattern for a few seconds, and he thought a little more guessing, "Neumengard?"

The house elf bent his body lower.

Felix opened the letter without any magic, with a simple line of words: "You are lying, the old wand does not belong to you."

Felix smiled without realizing it, "Although the old wand does not belong to me, it does not belong to you, Mr. Dark Lord." He asked the house elf Bundy tentatively: "Can I meet Mr. Grindelwald?"
To be continued...