There was no need to be anxious about going to the Ministry of Magic. After all, the main task was not him, but the three children.

So he came to Grimmauld Place first.

When Harry appeared at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry had just woken up from a panic due to some problems.

Jon knew why he was feeling uncomfortable. After all, he had not mastered Occlumency and could easily be infected by Voldemort's emotions and memories. There was nothing he could do about it. As a Horcrux, he would definitely have this reaction.

But then the three of them came to the kitchen downstairs, and Kreacher served them stew and treacle tarts.

The house elf was the only one who felt Jon's arrival, but he did not show any reaction. After all, Sirius was not really dead, and Jon's position also allowed him to order Kreacher to do some things.

thing, especially when Harry didn't order Kreacher to say it.

However, he did not reveal himself. He only listened to their plans after confirming that there were no problems with these people.

These people analyzed their action plan over and over again, memorizing the plan word for word, and did not return to the room to sleep until late at night.

Hermione saw Jon in the bedroom.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Looking at Jon sitting on the chair in the room, Hermione was a little surprised. After all, Jon had not told her that he was coming before, and her mental state had been tense recently, and she had been worried about being discovered.

"Come here to see you, how are the two little guys doing lately?"

"I don't think their situation is good, especially Harry's condition. He looks really worrying."

"This is the fate he must bear as a Horcrux. Don't worry, it will be over soon. It will be good for him to endure some pain."

All right.

Hermione was silent. She also knew that this issue was not an important one. The situation they were facing now did not need to be considered. Jon came here today for these things.

Although the teacher-student relationship between the two of them did not last long, there was one thing that Hermione knew very well about Jon.

That is, if there is nothing necessary, Jon will generally not appear in front of others in person.

"What about your trip to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow..."

Jon was silent for a while and said: "Don't worry about safety, but there is one thing you'd better pay attention to. That place is full of Death Eaters now. If your identities are exposed, you may be in danger.

——Of course, since I promised to protect you, I won’t let you really get into trouble.

I can help you get out of there safely and give you enough time to apparate.

But if an accident occurs, if you are caught by someone, remember, you have to change your position immediately, even if this place is exposed, it doesn't matter.

Bellatrix and the others knew about the existence of Grimmauld Place, but they had never been able to get in before.

It's not a big deal to throw this place out now, they are not interested in this house, they are only interested in you.

During the next period of time, you may face many things. I can't be by your side to protect you in every matter, but there will definitely be someone who will accompany you. Just be aware of this and don't tell them two, otherwise

It loses its meaning.

You must go through what you need to experience. Not everyone is so lucky to have opportunities like yours.

The more you experience it, the more you will understand how complex this world is.

You know what I'm going to do. The next two years are likely to be the two years when magic society changes the most, and you need to seize the opportunity."

In fact, Hermione didn't quite understand, but she nodded anyway.

Jon patted her shoulder and left.

There was no light all night.

Dawn followed midnight and seemed to be in a hurry.

"You look ugly."

Harry's room, Ron said when he came in to wake Harry up.

"It will be fine soon."

Harry yawned in reply.

They saw Hermione in the kitchen downstairs, facing the coffee and hot rolls served by Kreacher. She had a slightly crazy expression on her face, which Harry immediately associated with studying for an exam.

"robe,"

She murmured to herself, nodded nervously towards them, and continued to fumble in her beaded bag:

"Polyjuice Potion...Invisibility Cloak...

Decoy bombs... Each of you should take two of these, just in case...

Vomit candy, nosebleed nougat, retractable ears..."

They finished their breakfast and headed upstairs. Kreacher bowed to see them off and promised to prepare steak and kidney pie for them when they came back.

"God bless him,"

Ron said movedly: "Think about it, I once fantasized about cutting off his head and nailing it to the wall."

They stood carefully on the top of the steps, where they could see two swollen-eyed Death Eaters looking across the foggy square.

Hermione apparated with Ron first, and then came back with Harry.

After that brief period of darkness and suffocating feeling, Harry found himself standing in an alley, where, according to plan, the first part of the operation would take place.

The alley was empty except for two large trash cans.

The first Ministry of Magic staff won't show up until at least eight o'clock.

"Okay," Hermione looked at her watch: "She should be here in five minutes. After I knock her out-"

"Hermione, we get it," Ron said unhappily: "And, I remember we should open the door before she comes, right?"

Hermione screamed.

"I almost forgot! Get out of the way-"

She pointed with her wand at the locked and graffiti-covered fire door next to her, and the door opened with a bang.

Through repeated reconnaissance, they knew that the dark corridor behind the door led to an empty theater.

Hermione pulled the door shut so that it looked like it was still closed.

"Now," she turned around and said to her two companions in the alley, "let's put on the invisibility cloak again—"

"——Wait."

After Ron finished speaking, he put the invisibility cloak on Hermione's head, like covering a budgie with a wool blanket, while rolling his eyes at Harry.

More than a minute later, they heard a soft pop, and a small witch from the Ministry of Magic with flowing gray hair apparated a few feet in front of them. Her eyes were a bit blinded by the sudden light.

The sun had just emerged from behind a cloud, but before she could enjoy the unexpected warmth, Hermione's silent stun spell hit her chest, and she fell down.

"Well done, Hermione."

Ron praised, getting out from behind the trash can at the entrance of the theater, and Harry took off his invisibility cloak.

The three of them dragged the little witch into the dark corridor leading to the backstage. Hermione pulled a few hairs from the witch's head, took out a bottle of turbid polyjuice potion from the beaded bag, and added the hair into it.

Ron was rummaging through the witch's handbag.

"She is Mafalda Hopkirk,"

He read a small card. The person who was knocked unconscious was an assistant from the Department for the Misuse of Magic: "You'd better take this, Hermione, and the certification coin."

He handed her several small gold coins, all embossed with M.O.M. [the English abbreviation of the Ministry of Magic], which he had found in the witch's purse.

The Polyjuice Potion had turned a pleasant lavender color, and Hermione drank it. Within seconds she was standing before them as Mafalda Hopkirk.

She took off Mafalda's eyes and put them on, and Harry looked at his watch.

"We are a little late, the gentleman from the Magic Maintenance Department is coming soon."

They quickly closed the door behind the real Mafalda, Harry and Ron put on the invisibility cloak, and Hermione still stood there waiting.

A few seconds later, there was another pop, and a little wizard who looked like a ferret appeared in front of them.

"Oh, hello, Mafalda."

"Hello!"

Hermione said in a trembling voice, "How are you today?"

"Not very good."

replied the little wizard, who looked languid.

Hermione and the wizard walked towards the main street, Harry and Ron following on tiptoe.

"You feel uncomfortable...I'm sorry, I sympathize."

The little wizard wanted to explain his situation, but Hermione raised her voice firmly to suppress his words. She had to stop him before he walked into the street: "Here, have a piece of candy."

"Uh? Oh, no, thank you -"

“Must eat it!”

Hermione said forcefully, waving the spit candy in front of him. The little wizard seemed to be frightened, so he took a piece.
To be continued...