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Confronted by the stone monster guarding the door, Harry tried to say the password he had learned from Dumbledore: "Honey candy." "

To his surprise, the password passed in one go.

However, they did not make it to the principal's office. The copper-ringed gate above was tightly closed, blocking their way.

Umbridge apparently didn't really have the headmaster's authority to open the headmaster's office's defensive magic system, she just forced the door shut by her own methods.

Reluctantly, Ron stretched out his wand and said to the door, "[Alaho Cave Open]." "

However, the door did not move, not even a crack opened.

Harry was anxious, and he pushed Ron away and cast a stronger spell on the lock: "[Door open]!"

A dazzling light burst into the lock, but the door remained tightly closed, unresponsive.

"She specially set up a protective spell for the [Anti-Unlock Spell]. Ron's hand stroked his chin and concluded.

Everyone is a little frustrated, is it just like this?

"That...... Please let me try it. Behind them, Colin Creevey, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and said a little nervously.

"Colin, what do you want to do?"

Ron turned around in confusion and watched Colin pull out one of his hairs before pulling out his wand.

In Ron's impression, Colin had always been the shy and adoring little fan brother next to Harry, and he couldn't help but raise his brow in curiosity, wondering what Colin was up to.

Colin took a deep breath, turned his hair into a bent wire, and carefully inserted it into the crack of the lock.

Perhaps because of nervousness, his hand trembled slightly, and it took two attempts to successfully insert the wire in.

Then, he gently turned the lock, and his face gradually revealed a confidence that he rarely showed.

"This is the Muggles' technique for opening the door. Colin explained, turning the lock, "When I was a kid, adults used to lock me in my room and not let me go out. For the sake of freedom, I had to learn these Muggle methods. "

Listening to Colin's explanation, the little wizards all came over curiously.

They had always relied on magic to solve problems, but it never occurred to them that Muggle methods would also come in handy here.

After Colin spun around a few more times, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the lock opened!

He jumped back excitedly, then looked at Harry with sparkling eyes, "Cool! at least it can help you, Harry! Umbridge was really only thinking about how to resist the wizards' magic, she didn't expect us to use Muggle methods against her. "

Harry looked at Colin in surprise, then at the slowly opening door, and realized something.

Umbridge had always looked down on Muggles, but she didn't expect that it was these Muggle methods that she despised that would eventually lead her to her death. Maybe that's a kind of retribution, right?

In the headmaster's room, Dolores Umbridge has carefully hung her plates with various cats on one wall, contrasting with the portraits of previous headmasters.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on those ugly kittens, who seem to be basking in the sun.

The entire office was silent, save for the sound of Ron's breathing echoing through the air. He looked around and was relieved to see that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, Ron didn't notice that on a plate in the corner, a strange black cat was quietly watching them.

Suddenly, it turned silently and quietly left the portrait and disappeared into the shadows.

Harry didn't notice this, and Harry rushed to the fireplace in a hurry, grabbed the can of Floo powder, and threw it into the hearth without hesitation. The emerald green flames instantly burst into flames, and he immediately knelt down, stuck his head into the dancing flames, and shouted, "12 Grimmauld Place!"

Even though his knees were firmly on the cold floor, his whole world began to spin.

It felt like he had just come off the merry-go-round in the playground and the whole world was spinning in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes tightly as he met the swirling soot, trying to keep his balance.

Finally, the spin stopped. He opened his eyes and found himself in the long, deserted kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place. It was empty, so silent that only his own breathing could be heard.

He expected it to be empty, but when he actually faced the empty room, there was an indescribable panic and uneasiness in his heart.

The feeling was like a blazing flame churning in his stomach and catching him off guard.

"Sirius?" he couldn't help but shout, "Sirius, are you there?"

His voice echoed through the empty room, and there was no response except for the faint sound of shuffling his feet to the right of the fire.

His heart tightened suddenly, could it be that there was someone else here besides him?

"Who's there?" he shouted again, his voice shaking.

He tried to keep himself calm, thinking that it might just be a rat or something.

However, when he looked closely, he found a house-elf.

It was Kreacher who was creeping into his sight, Kreacher's hands were heavily bandaged and looked like he had recently been seriously injured. However, there was an indescribable joy on his face, as if he was very happy about something.

"It's the Potter boys' heads in the fire...... "Kreacher whispered into the empty kitchen, he sneaked a sneaky glance at Harry with a strange and smug look, "what are the Potter boys doing?"

"Where's Sirius, Kreacher?" Harry tried to keep his voice calm, but the anxiety in his heart couldn't be hidden.

The house-elf Kreacher gasped and chuckled softly,

"The master is out, Harry Potter. He replied sharply. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Where has he been? where has he been, Kreacher?" asked Harry's voice an octave higher.

Kreacher, however, only giggled, and the unbridled laughter infuriated Harry.

"I warn you! answer my question!" Harry roared, knowing that he couldn't punish Kreacher right now, he couldn't help but want to threaten the elf, "Lupin? What about the Crazy Eye? Whatever you want, are any of them there?"

"No one but Kreacher!" replied the elf in a gleeful manner, turning his back to Harry as he slowly walked towards the door at the other end of the kitchen.

Kreacher thought it was time for him to go and talk to the hostess for a while. He said in a shrill voice, his tone full of pleasure, "yes, he hasn't found a chance in a long time, and Kreacher's master always keeps him away from her—"

"Where's Sirius?" Harry shouted behind the elf, his voice echoing through the kitchen, looking extra lonely and helpless, "Kreacher, did he go to the Department of Mysteries?"

Kreacher stopped in place, and Harry could only make out the back of his bare head through the wood-like legs of the chair in front of him. 0

"The host didn't tell poor Kreacher where he was going. The elf whispered.

"But you know!" Harry roared, "don't you? you know where he is!"

However, without reply, the house-elf hurried forward, disappeared through the door and into the hall.

"You ——!"

Before Harry could utter any curses or insults, a sharp pain suddenly erupted from the top of his head.

He inhaled a large amount of soot and choked on it so much that he could barely breathe, except that he felt like he was being dragged backwards through the flames by a powerful force. In fear, he looked up and was greeted by Umbridge's pale, broad face.

She grabbed Harry by the hair and dragged him out of the fire, wrenching his neck back as if it were about to tear his throat open.

By this time, there were already many people gathered in the office. []

Ron and Colin were present, and Neville, who was in charge of the wind, was brought in, and Filch was watching them, except for Ginny who slipped away.

Dolores Umbridge panted and leaned over Harry who was sitting in his chair, her face full of anger and anxiety, her voice sharp and harsh, "You want to find Dumbledore, don't you?"

Umbridge had not been able to obtain true headmaster privileges since becoming headmaster, and Levengreen's subtle disregard for her had left her extremely annoyed and worried, and she had been haunted by the constant fear that her place would be taken over.

In this case, she suddenly receives a warning from the black cat on her plate that Harry has broken into her headmaster's office.

At the same time, Filch came running to inform her that he had seen Minerva McGonagall leave the campus.

This flurry of news finally frightened Umbridge, who believed that McGonagall and Harry must be plotting something, for example, Professor McGonagall might have gone to see Dumbledore and intend to get him back against her, and 3.8 Harry broke into the Headmaster's office to meet the counterparty and fight against her rule.

"No, I just want to get back that broom you confiscated. Harry's tone was full of disgust, and his eyes met sharply with Dolores Umbridge.

Umbridge sneered, waved his hand violently, and slapped Harry hard in the face.

"Don't lie, Potter!" she snapped, "you and I know that your firebolt is being kept in the basement. And your head, in my fire, tell me, who are you secretly communicating with?"

Harry only felt a burning pain in his face, and he glared at Umbridge angrily,

"Nobody—" He replied through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is it?" Umbridge curled the corners of her mouth mockingly, "So, Potter, can you explain why you have sentries around my office, or this little fool-"

She said, nodding disdainfully at Ron, "Came and told me Peeves was messing around in the Transfiguration classroom?, but in fact, I knew very well that Peeves was busy applying ink to the eyepieces of all the telescopes in the school—this Mr. Filch had just reported to me. So, apparently there is someone very important to you waiting for you, is it Albus Dumbledore, or is it the half-blood giant Hagrid?".