"I'm looking for Gregorovitch."
Harry stared at the middle-aged man before him, whose expression had suddenly changed. When the man remained silent, he asked again, "Where is he?"
"Gregorovitch moved away half a year ago. I-I really don't know where he went."
The terrified man was stammering as he slowly backed away, seemingly trying to escape.
"Don't... try to deceive Voldemort."
The next moment.
A 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 shared the room with him.
"Are you all right?"
Ron fumbled for the Deluminator and released the stored light, illuminating the entire room.
He slipped on his slippers and walked over to the bed. Looking at Harry's face, white as paper, he asked uneasily, "Is your scar hurting again?"
"He's looking for Gregorovitch. Voldemort is searching everywhere for Gregorovitch," Harry muttered, clutching the sheets tightly.
"Don't say that name, Harry." Ron shuddered and 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 here.
Ron went to the window, pulled back the curtains, and saw several dark figures in the blur outside. A string of curses soon followed.
The Search Team, 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 Gregorovitch?"
As if he had not heard Ron, Harry racked his brain, trying to remember where he had heard that name before.
"Who is You-Know-Who looking for?"
Ron let the curtain fall and turned to look at