Cinnabar has always been a person whose words and deeds are very consistent.

When she says she wants to work here, she means working; when she says she wants to rest here, she means she wants to rest.

She said she wanted to see the results of Jon's plan here, that is, to really see the results.

The experimental base is very large. Although there are many things that have not been made directly, there are raw materials here and the experience of creating the world with cinnabar makes it extremely easy to make what you want.

Although it looks like a TV, there is no electricity here, and the screen is much larger than the popular TVs at this time.

This is just something she made at random to withstand the projection of the magic network. It is similar to the one Jon gave to Joanne, but it is much more advanced than that. The only problem is that this thing cannot last long.

Broken.

But Jon is not worried about this. The power of cinnabar is not weak anyway, and it is not difficult to maintain the existence of this thing.

"But why are you here? Aren't you thinking about life? What are you here to see?"

"It's not difficult for me to multitask. Although I'm sitting next to you, I'm actually still frustrated."

Jon calmly sat with Cinnabar watching "TV".

"Maybe I can absorb something from this matter. There is a mystery in everything. Maybe it will be of some help to me."

"Then take a look," Cinnabar adjusted the frequency to make the picture and sound more clear: "But don't talk, don't affect my viewing experience."

There is a time difference between where they are and the UK. Since they are on an island, the time is not so clear, but judging from the sky in the picture, it doesn't look like daytime.

"When is this?"

Cinnabar asked, but got no answer from Jon.

She reached out to Jon and asked the question again.

"You don't want me to talk?"

"..."

Okay, maybe this is called self-inflicted sin, and she admits it.

In fact, there was no need to ask Jon about this matter, because she could also tell that the sky in the picture seemed to be around dusk, and it looked a little dark but not that dark.

It's just that the position isn't quite right.

Logically speaking, they should be watching content about Hogwarts School, but Cinnabar had lived in Hogwarts for a while, but had never seen such a modern square.

This is also a Muggle building, not a building owned by Hogwarts.

So now, they are not in Hogwarts, but outside.

The situation in the Western magical world shouldn't be so terrible, right?

In fact, the reason for thinking this way is that Cinnabar fell into a misunderstanding.

The scene she saw was a more complete scene. Living in the East, she did not understand the changes here in the past two years. The information she learned was all from the mouths of "the masterminds" like Jon and Stephen.

Yes, some things can naturally be seen more clearly than Harry and the others, and in this way she cannot understand why the Western world is in such chaos.

But she is very intelligent.

The biggest advantage of a smart person is that he can deduce the complete picture of the matter from clues. Especially when he knows most of the layout of the person next to him, he can basically guess what happened just by guessing.

And she suddenly remembered what Jon said to her back then, that this place must be completely chaotic before the old system can be overthrown.

Considering all this, it's not surprising that something like this would happen.

In the picture, two people happened to be landing on the square.

They walked towards a house.

"That's Grimmauld Place, Sirius' old home, where Harry lives now."

Jon suddenly explained, apparently making up for not paying attention to Cinnabar before.

The power of the magic network is much stronger than the protective measures taken by Chidan Zhongxin, especially when the hidden power of the wizard's residence is not that strong.

The protection of Grimmauld Place is almost impenetrable.

Zhu Sha fiddled with it, and the scene changed, cutting to the inside of the house.

"They must be Death Eaters." As soon as the screen took over, they heard Ron's voice. At this time, he, Harry and Hermione peered out of the living room window and looked at the people outside: "You said they

Do you know we're here?"

"I don't think I know," Hermione said, but it sounded like her voice was trembling, and she must be a little scared: "If he knew, he would send Snape to catch us, wouldn't he?"

"Do you think he came here and fell under Moody's tongue-stuck spell?"

"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he would have told the gang how they got in, wouldn't he?

But they may also be waiting for us to show up, after all, they know Harry owns the house."

"How did they-"

"Wizards' wills are subject to inspection 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 No. 12.

Ron was restless and had an annoying habit of playing with the deluminator in his pocket, which greatly dissatisfied Hermione. She waited while reading "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" and hated the way the lights flickered on and off.

dark.

"Can you please stop playing!"

Hermione shouted when the light in the living room was sucked out again.

"sorry Sorry!"

Ron pressed the deluminator and turned on the light: "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 me the Deluminator, maybe I should use it!"

Unable to stand the bickering, Harry quietly slipped out of the room and went downstairs towards the kitchen.

He often went there because he believed Kreacher was most likely to appear there.

But halfway up the stairs leading to the foyer, he heard a knock at the front door, followed by a loud clang of metal and a rattling sound like a chain.

Every nerve in Harry's body was tense. He pulled out his wand, hid in the shadows next to the heads of the elves and waited.

The door opened, and he caught a glimpse of the square illuminated by street lights. A cloaked figure flashed into the hall and closed the door.

The visitor took a step forward, and Moody's voice asked: "Severus Snape?"

The earthy gray figure rose from the end of the hall and rushed towards him, holding up his withered hands.

"It wasn't me who killed you, Albus."

said a calm voice.

The curse was lifted, and the earth-gray figure exploded again. The dust was so thick that it was difficult to see who was coming.

Harry pointed his wand into the dust.

"Don't move!"

He had forgotten Mrs. Black's portrait.

So as soon as he shouted, the curtain was immediately opened, and the woman screamed: "Mudblood, filthy bastard, stained my house-"

Ron and Hermione hurried downstairs, raising their wands like Harry and pointing them at the uninvited guest, who was now standing in the hall downstairs with his hands raised.

"Hold your fire, it's me, Remus!"

"Oh, thank God."

Hermione said weakly, turning her wand to Mrs. Black. With a bang, the curtains closed and the room fell silent.

Ron also lowered his wand, but Harry did not.

"Produce proof!"

Lupine walked into the light, still raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I am Remus John Lupin, a werewolf sometimes called Moony, one of the four authors of the Marauder's Map, and my wife is Nymphadora, usually called Tonks.

I taught you how to summon a Patronus, Harry, and it was a stag."

"Oh, yes," Harry lowered his wand: "But I have to check."

"As your former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I completely agree that this must be checked.

Ron, Hermione, you shouldn't let your guard down so quickly."

They ran towards him.

Lupine, wearing a thick black traveling cloak, looked tired but happy to see them.
To be continued...