When Barty Crouch carried the Malfoy boy into the ward with three blacks, he was greeted by a rare calm.
Bellatrix sat on a stool, and at her feet was Sirius Black, who had his back to the door and his head lowered. The latter panted violently and cursed his cousin in a low voice, while the former silently watched himself paint Her black nails and careless look made her look much calmer than before.
"What, are you finally no longer interested in torturing your most disobedient cousin?" Barty raised a fake smile and threw the boy with his collar in front of the woman who looked a little shocked, "Look. Your good nephew - he's worried about his mother. Oh, dear Bella, speaking of which - where did you hide his mother?"
There was no sign of Narcissa in the room. Since she was such an important hostage, Barty asked directly without any hesitation.
Draco, who was thrown to the ground by him, let out an uncontrollable scream of pain. He looked angrily at the aunt he had never met before, looking like he wanted to do the same thing as Sirius Black next to him - —He lowered his head and scolded Bellatrix.
"There is no place where my good brother-in-law can't be found." Bellatrix said contemptuously, reaching out to grab the boy from the ground. "This is-this is my nephew," she paused, "there is no doubt about it. Look at him I know this head.”
Draco's chin was gently raised by her hand, and his eyes swept over the places within his sight one by one, and he judged critically: the long black hair and dress, the vulgar color scheme; the lips that were similar to his mother's With her eyebrows, she was not worthy of such good looks; with her sallow complexion and thin hands, it was obvious that she was the sequelae of prison... Although he was reluctant, Draco had to say that this woman's facial features were more gorgeous and her chest was fuller. If If we go back fifteen years, she will be a beauty, but! but! This woman was even more haggard than his mother! She is now less than one-tenth as beautiful as his mother!
Maybe she was jealous of her sister. Draco thought with hatred in his heart. Because she was jealous of her, she threatened her sister mercilessly as a bargaining chip, which was so stupid that Draco had to think so.
"I thought he would be at school," Bellatrix said, "What made you successfully hack into Hogwarts? Do you mind telling me a little bit of your trick? But since you can capture my nephew, why not capture Harry Potter too?" Coming back?"
"No need for any tricks," Barty chuckled, with elegant words and proper manners. "He ran away from the school and came here to seek death - he refused the glorious mission our master gave him, Bella." He declared, "He has been contaminated by wrong ideas, which is why I brought him to you. Our Lucius seems to have only known about enjoying a luxurious life and being popular in recent years, and has forgotten to educate him His son has something important... To refuse a task assigned by his father or even his father's master for the sake of Harry Potter is not something a Slytherin would do stupidly."
"He refused the master's mission?" Bellatrix's voice contained a hint of questioning and a hint of disbelief. Barty heard the meaning and felt the same as her.
"He thought that dropping his double-sided mirror would save his friend's life," Barty sneered, "but he foolishly failed to see the essence of this task - the master asked him to seduce Harry Potter, and wanted to see It's his attitude, not that he really thinks he can do it. Besides, with Black here, Potter has to crawl even if he crawls, right? I heard that their godfather and son have a very good relationship, and your cousin even wrote a will Well, when he meets Merlin, all the money belongs to that filthy bastard."
Sirius on the ground forced a roar from his throat.
"Look who this is," Barty suddenly raised his voice as if he had just seen such a person on the ground. He squatted down and was very pleased. "After ten years, you are finally reunited with all your existing family members, so you are a little excited. , right, black.”
His eyes fell on the large block of ice not far away surrounded by equipment and magic for a moment.
"That's Regulus, ah, I haven't seen my friend for a long time." Barty pinched the black-haired man's cheek that had lost color due to torture with one hand, and spoke softly as if whispering in his lover's ear, "In Did you finally realize that you had a younger brother after nearly twenty years? I heard that you brought him back?"
Sirius's expression was originally stubborn and his eyes were equally stubborn...but his eyes froze the moment they touched Barty's face.
An incredible shock showed in his eyes.
"Barty...crouch." He squeezed out such a name from his throat, "barty crouch...little barty crouch?"
"I know what you are thinking. This is what is written in the Ministry of Magic records. Yes, the only son of Barty Crouch, a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, has died in Azkaban..." He enjoyed the shock with great excitement, Like a devil crawling back from hell, craving and licking the heart of fear, "Of course, of course, my father would not take the initiative to do such a thing. I am his shame and his stain, but you Lo and behold, I'm still standing here."
"...You talk too much." After Sirius recovered from the initial shock, he said with great contempt and sarcasm, "When I saw you, I knew that sometimes we can't expect Merlin's blessing - between you guys The bastards are still alive.”
His black eyes didn't even look directly at barty, but the contempt on his face was obviously for the latter. He is like a breathing movable type, and everyone who is treated like this can see the silent mocking and curses on his face.
Just looking at his expression, Draco took a breath next to him - does this bastard uncle always have such a skill, such as making the most challenging expressions for Slytherin's tolerance? !
Barty narrowed his eyes slightly, paused, and then stretched out his wand.
"You don't mind if I... teach your prey a lesson, right?" He said to Bellatrix with a non-smiling smile.
Bellatrix's face twitched: "I--I think, I'm very...mindful."
Draco, who was at her feet, could hear the sound of her teeth crunching. It seems that due to her arrogance and pride, she is quite concerned about her prey being placed under someone else's wand.
"Remove your wand."
bellatrix said.
"Oh, my dear Bella," Barty showed no intention of moving the wand away. He said with a fake smile, "What do you want for this?" He stretched out his foot and kicked Sirius, hitting Sirius in the ribs. He groaned, "And let there be a little unpleasantness between us?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt someone tap his shoulder.
"Hey, you talk too much."
Before Barty could see clearly who was standing behind him, he was pushed out by a strong force. It was not a good experience. What knocked him away was neither a spell nor a fist, but an unbearable frequency, or vibration. The shock made his whole body ache, and the vibration stirred up the air, knocking him out hard. Then, as he hit the wall of the hospital hard, he didn't even have time to blink his eyelids. With a click, his hands and his lower body froze. When he completely exhaled that breath, even his eyeballs froze. It was too frozen to turn.
Draco could be said to be dumbfounded as he watched his uncle grunting in pain one second, and jumping up with great energy the next. He could even hear the clicking sounds of the man's bones as he stretched.
But Bellatrix seemed to be blind and ignored this. She walked quickly to Barty who was so frozen that he didn't even take a breath, raised her head and said seriously:
"I said, I mind."
The voice obviously did not belong to a crazy black witch, but to a young boy who had not yet entered the voice-changing stage. It was this voice that scared Draco's jaw off, and at the same time he let out a high-decibel scream comparable to a soprano.
"harry——xavier!!!"
Not only for the first time, Draco desperately discovered that one of the most bizarre scenes of the year was happening in front of him - watching the most ferocious Death Eater, Bellatrix, become his best friend after a blue scale roll, not everyone There is such treatment.
This scene was second only to the last time - watching his dog turn into his notorious uncle.
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"I feel a sharp pain in my arm, I'm going to fall apart." Draco complained.
"This doesn't make sense." Wanda said with disapproval.
"You might as well break his hand off," Sean said, "and let him know what 'severe pain' means - he's just a dislocated joint!"
Harry helped Draco get up from the ground. The latter was in pain because he was said to have been violently treated by Death Eaters. After complaining a lot, he slowly got up with Harry's help.
"Don't spoil him. Haven't you seen it yet? He won't get up until you help him," Sirius said. "This is their special trick. If you prick it with one finger, it will make you howl like a bald man." It’s as miserable as having your head cut off.”
To put it simply, the Malfoy family is quite good at poking fun at people.
Draco immediately wailed his pain harder, and Harry cleared his throat helplessly and spoke.
"I know you're in pain, but I've attached the handle to you - if you still feel so much pain, well, then I think it's my technical problem, um... you'd better go back to the school's medical wing and take a look .”
Draco immediately shut up happily.
Rogue and Sean shook their heads together, saying things like 'It's hopeless' and 'You can't take the hard one', but the former covered his mouth and sneered, which made Draco laugh even more angrily.
"Don't yell at him," Sirius walked past him lightly, "If it hadn't been for him, you might have been beaten - you're here, your mother doesn't know about this, if you yell again Harry, watch your butt if your mother finds out."
"Me—Mom?" Draco's thoughts took a sharp turn at this moment. He looked at Harry, who was working on getting a bandage to tie Barty tightly, his eyes bright, "You found my mother?!"
"Are you not in pain anymore?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Shut up and tell me!!"
"In fact, she left here a long time ago. I told you that your father has to thank the good girl and boy from Erik's family." Sirius twisted his neck, pretending to be miserable was a technical job, and that posture also made him uncomfortable. , "If you hadn't sneaked in, this matter would have been simpler."
Then he kicked out the real Bellatrix hiding under the bed with a strong kick. The latter had long lost consciousness and seemed to have lost all basic fighting ability.
Draco looked at Harry blankly, and the latter's smile was like a nail on his face.
"You have to thank Peter for your mother, and his sister Wanda - ah, you haven't met her yet, right?" He deliberately pushed the hesitating Draco forward, right in front of Wanda .
"... Please allow me to express my highest feelings on behalf of the Malfoy family... We will always remember this kindness." Draco coughed a few times. After finishing this sentence, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he added slowly. "...Thank you for saving my mother."
Peter rolled his eyes, and Wanda didn't even turn her eyes, as if Draco didn't exist.
"Just say 'thank you', everything above is redundant." Harry commented helplessly.
"Do you want to see your mother?" Wanda suddenly said, "She is not far away. You can ask Harry to take you there."
Draco looked very excited. But he didn't agree immediately - his father was here too, and who knew what his father would do?
Thinking of this, another alarm bell rang in his head - Harry's relatives and friends were undoubtedly very powerful Muggles (if they were really Muggles, but what if his father knew about this?
From the conversation between his father and Barty, Draco extracted the most important information - Barty said, 'their master'.
When things got to this point, if Lucius's "Imperius Curse" statement was true, Draco would strangle his stupid self without hesitation. Well, as much as he hated to admit it, his father was a Death Eater.
——Who is the master of the Death Eaters?
Three-year-olds in the wizarding world can answer this ascending question.
But, should he tell Harry this information? But if Harry is told, who knows what kind of treatment his father will receive? If neither Harry nor he were here... what would his father choose?
Should he talk to Harry directly? Said 'The man my father served wanted your life?' 'Say 'he was dead for ten years, but this man is now alive'?
That's... that's the Dark Lord, that's 'you know who'. Just thinking about this person's name, fear couldn't escape Draco's heart at all.
For the first time, Draco found that choosing was a very difficult thing - but what he didn't know was that Harry was standing next to him and heard his voice clearly and clearly.
"There's something I think I need to tell you, Draco," Harry thought for a moment and felt a little happy about it, so his tone became cheerful, "You're going to be a brother! Sirius is going to be an uncle again."
"Yes, I will have a golden-headed nephew again." Sirius exaggeratedly said, "When Lucius starts to be bald in two years, I guarantee that his second son will be able to call him grandpa."
Draco's still struggling thoughts were stagnated by these words.
"Wha...what? What did you say? Say it again?!!"
Draco's questions became louder and louder. For this reason, he had to look around after he finished speaking, for fear of being laughed at for being so rude.
It's not his fault. The Malfoy family has always been weak. He doesn't even have an aunt. The only son is the reason why he was spoiled. Now that he heard such good news, it was normal for him to lose his temper. But to be honest, no one paid any attention to him.
He looked around blankly and found that there were people who should be kidnapped and people who should be watching. In short, a group of people who didn't look like wizards filled this small ward. No one really cared about his gaffe... He suddenly discovered that in just a moment, a few seconds passed, and the danger that was just around the corner was resolved.
He is safe.
"Draco?"
When he came to his senses, he found Harry calling him.
Draco looked at Harry and didn't know what to say.
There is no doubt that gratitude, something that he lacked, doubled at this moment. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. What can I say? Said 'Why didn't you tell me earlier!'? It doesn't seem very decent... to say 'when did you know' 'Thank you for saving my mother and brother (yes, he 100% believed that his mother had a brother in her womb'? It sounds childish... …
Finally, he spoke with a stutter. At that moment, he was disgusted with himself for stuttering, and at the same time, he asked Harry: "You, what on earth - what is wrong with you, to turn into Bellatrix Lestrange!"
That sounds like that stupid Weasley! ! And why are you asking this! ! ! Draco secretly despised himself in his heart.
"Well..." Harry pretended not to notice his embarrassment and scratched his face and replied, "I originally wanted to inquire about information... but later I found out that this was a completely unnecessary move."
To deal with a criminal who is so bad that he is so bad, it is more effective than anything else to use his head after subduing him. Rather, it is really redundant to use his abilities and use clichés. And, to be honest, Harry felt that if he saw Barty enthusiastically planning to abuse Sirius again...he might have to lose sight of maintaining his appearance and immediately lift up his skirt and kick Barty in the ass. This was most effective for men, and for him. It is most convenient, Aunt Raven has already said it.
"It's too much!" Peter shouted as he expertly tied the two Death Eaters to the corner with tape. "If you hadn't said you had to be patient for the time being, I would have kicked him in the face!"
Harry, who had finished kicking quietly, shrugged; "Then you can kick me a few more times now."
Xavier School has never advocated killing, but group fighting, no, unity has always been their characteristic. To put it in very popular terms, Charles does not advocate the elimination of life, but if students want to fight in groups to vent their anger... basically he will not say anything, basically.
Rogue took the opportunity to kick Bellatrix a few more times - she had heard about this woman actually holding a pregnant woman hostage - while Bobby's face was still gloomy, as distressed as the young Werther, and he remained silent. He just changed the shape of his palms. With this posture, ice condensed out of thin air, freezing the two Death Eaters solidly. Peter reached out and poked it, smacking his lips with his tongue, while Sean leaned his head by the window and looked outside.
Wanda stood silently next to Rugulus' device, thinking about something.
Draco suddenly thought of a question: "Wait, there are so many people, how did you hide them all just now?!"
Obviously he saw no one when he came in! But these people appeared casually as if they were already here, and knocked Barty Crouch away in one fell swoop!
"It's not that we hid it," Harry smiled mysteriously at him, "it's that you didn't see it."
"I'm not blind!!"
"I've deceived you here." Harry pointed at Draco's head, "If it says it doesn't see it, it's like you're blind."
Draco had a 'You're talking nonsense' look on his face.
"Is this the point?" Harry said, "Don't you want to go see your mother and sister? I'll take you there."
"...Have you learned gynecological magic?! Or are you saying that my mother has already given birth? This is impossible!"
"Uh... okay, I just think my sister is cuter?"
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Erik entered St. Mungo's through the gate - after all, he was neither an escaped student who had to worry about being caught back to school or expelled, nor a wizard policeman (Aurors had to worry about being ambushed and knocked down.
If Peter were to describe his father's behavior, it would be that he is like the leading actor of the most popular world-class movie, or the villain of the most popular world-class movie. He doesn't like to take shortcuts. He loves to look at others, but he doesn't know why he has to swagger in from the most eye-catching place and defeat everyone who intercepts him like a copy.
"Hey, stop," an Auror stopped in front of him, "Don't you read the newspaper, sir? Even so, you have to read this scene," he pouted, "There are escapees from Azkaban in here - Oh, I see, do you have a child in there? After all, you don’t look like a wizard.”
"Get out of the way," Erik said flatly, "I have three kids in there."
Sean was afraid that he would be scared to death, so he took their three children and several students and set off - this made Erik very angry when he arrived at the cafe but could not see the children, and deeply felt that Sean, who was more than ten years old, Although he has grown taller and shorter in years, he has obviously stayed with Charles for a long time, but he has not learned any of that man's stability.
He shouted at Charles: "How powerful does he think they are?! Those are a group of murderers! He asked the children to face the murderers?! How sure does he think he is of winning! If we are hit by the curse, maybe we There is no way to save anyone!"
What he said makes sense. Although he was the one who threw out the ministers and deputy ministers of the Ministry of Magic, and although he had never had a good impression of the wizarding world, Erik knew that once he was hit by the green light, death would be the only result. If a bullet hits the chest, there is still room for rescue through magic and science. But if the soul is pronounced dead by a curse, who can save it? The wizards themselves were unable to resist the spell, Harry's parents died because of it, and Harry even became famous for successfully escaping it.
"Since you said so," Charles held his hand, "then you have to be careful - don't forget that I'm still here waiting for you to come back." He ignored Narcissa and put his arm around Eric's shoulder, kissing him. With a touch on his cheek, Erik walked towards St. Mungo's.
"You look very loving," Narcissa said, "but aren't you worried about him?"
"I'm worried," Charles replied with a smile, "but Erik will take care of it."
They are all people who are not afraid of death. The only thing they fear is that their students and children will be harmed. Although wizards are indeed not a strong enemy, the mystery of this race itself cannot be analyzed scientifically. Therefore, Charles believes that an adult's escort is necessary, and Erik is a good candidate for that.
By the way, Sean is not an adult yet—at least not in the eyes of Charles and Erik.
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"Even if you have ten children inside, you can't go in, sir," the Auror said gently, with pity on his face, "Why don't you wait a moment? The Ministry of Magic has ordered that no one can go in. We Aurors can handle this matter, but if you insist on going in like this, we have no choice but to raise our wand against you."
"Your solution is to come to my house and ask my children to talk to the murderer," Erik said. "I don't think I can trust this kind of institution."
After saying that, he suddenly started to move forward. The two Aurors tried to stop him, but he knocked them down several times, and they didn't even have time to take out their wands. Seeing the dispute, the Aurors gathered around them in a well-trained manner. The metal badges and other metal gadgets they wore spontaneously obeyed someone's order and broke into small circles of iron chains, left and right. Wrap them into a ball and tie them tightly.
["This is not very efficient, my friend."] Charles watched this scene not far away and contacted Eric from his head. He smiled and said, "I have a very efficient way. I don't know. Are you willing to give it a try?"]
Erik nodded after hearing this method. After avoiding the spells that some wizards around him tried to cast, he spread his hands and clenched his fists hard. In just half a second, a metal ball was immediately formed and wrapped around him. It is inside and is constantly being reinforced with layers. Whenever a lethal spell hits it and breaks a part of it, there will immediately be new or broken metal molecules to complete this piece - - St. Mungo's is built in an urban-level location, and there is always no shortage of metal here - and the only gap left by Erik is a pair of metal tubes - it stretches out like a telescope, observing the front.
Then, the ball started moving.
No one wants to experience the feeling of being knocked over by such a heavy ball. How should I put it? It feels like even if you use a floating charm to fix it, you will be dragged down by the weight and cause internal injuries - everyone, including the few remaining Aurors, were forced to do so. Giving way, the huge metal ball rushed into the gate of St. Mungo's at the speed of a sports car.
The advantage of this method is that it will basically not accidentally hurt unrelated people - people will be scared away - and another advantage is that it can defend against most magic spells. Even if the magic spell breaks the iron ball, Erik can also Restore it in seconds. It is also easy to move and has a weight bonus when attacking.
But this method has a disadvantage, which is the absolutely narrow field of view.
Therefore, after the iron ball entered St. Mungo's, it can be said that it hit a lot of things. If the iron ball is broken down now, you can see that the two black cloaked wizards guarding the door of the front hall were hit by Erik. They fell to the ground and wailed at the place where they were crushed - their wands were crushed without mercy. Erik didn't even look at it, and rushed directly into the registration hall.
Charles almost fell over laughing in the private room of the cafe.
"Erik, are you sure you have a driver's license? Or is the automatic transmission of your 'new car' broken?"
"...don't laugh at me for this, Charles," Erik said, letting the ball rise gradually, "Which floor is Sirius on?"
"Sirius's ward is on the fifth floor," Charles said. "I think Harry and the others should be there."
The hall of St. Mungo's is hollow, and the stairs are built in a circle around the hall like a tower. Although there are other stairs extending to the inside, if you fly up in the center of the hall, you can reach the high floors in an instant.
Waving his hand to gradually break down the iron ball, Erik's feet landed on the ground, allowing the metal molecules to form iron chains, dragging the two dark wizards up in the front hall and hanging them in the air.
"Where are you holding the hostages?" he asked directly.
The author has something to say: I went to see an old Chinese medicine doctor yesterday, and was scolded by the old Chinese medicine doctor and the aunts waiting next to me...
Then my mom started adjusting my time difference again...
I wrote a lot last night and then I realized, eh, why is it so different from the outline? ! When I wanted to rewrite, I found that it was already my mother’s bedtime otz...
Ginseng... I have a splitting headache.
ps: Everyone still needs to write more! You can leave long comments about mines and other things to shoot at me! ! ! !
