"I'm looking for Grigoriovich."
Harry stared at the middle-aged man whose expression had suddenly changed. When the man said nothing, he asked again, "Where is he?"
"Grigoriovich moved away half a year ago. I-I really don't know where he went."
The terrified man was stammering. He slowly backed away, as though trying to escape.
"Don't... try to deceive Voldemort."
The next moment.
Green light filled his entire vision. Harry abruptly opened his eyes and sat up in bed, gasping for breath as though he had just run a marathon.
The commotion Harry made upon waking roused Ron, who was sleeping in the same room.
"Are you all right?"
Ron fumbled for the Deluminator and released the stored light, illuminating the whole room.
He put on his slippers and walked over to the bed. Looking at Harry's face, pale as paper, he asked uneasily, "Did your scar hurt again?"
"He's looking for Grigoriovich. Voldemort is searching everywhere for Grigoriovich," Harry muttered, clutching the sheets.
"Don't say that name, Harry." Ron shuddered as he reminded him.
However, it was already too late.
He could already hear the sharp cracks of Apparition outside the shelter. Clearly, Harry's mention of Voldemort had drawn the Death Eaters over.
Ron went to the window, pulled back the curtains, and glimpsed several dark figures through the blur. A stream of curses immediately followed.
The Seeker Squad, who had thought they had caught a big fish, quickly realized they were at the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. No wonder they were so furious.
"Why is Voldemort looking for Grigoriovich?"
Harry seemed not to have heard Ron. He wracked his brain, trying to remember where he had heard that name before.
"Who is The Dark Lord looking for?"
Ron let the curtains fall and turned to look at Harry,