"I'm applying to exchange Harry," Sean said, "I'm not good at coaxing children! I can still make Harry cry when he's three years old!"
"You just came down from the top, so the answer is no," he tied a Death Eater to the bench with force, "You are an adult, Sean, can you stop being so useless!"
"I'm really not good at coaxing children! I'm here to see what's going on!" Sean shouted, almost crying. Lewen
Sean's miserable situation was entirely due to Sirius. After Harry covered his forehead and forced himself to communicate with Jean, and learned that all the young hostages had been rescued, a group of people discussed it and decided to let mutants under the age of fifteen Everyone evacuated St. Mungo's, and the rest headed towards the deepest room on the sixth floor.
When Sean finally reached the hostage room, all the Death Eaters who were responsible for guarding were knocked down. The group's strategy was very simple. Jean was responsible for making all the wizards trance for three seconds. After three seconds, they were all knocked down, and the wands also disappeared. It was confiscated. As for the door that was locked by magic, after confirming that it could not be opened, after being brought into the room by Kurt, a hole was directly opened in the wall for other people to enter and exit.
Most of the captured children came from wizarding families. Some of them were hospitalized, some were captured by Death Eaters while seeing a doctor, and their parents were forced out of St. Mungo's. Therefore, most of them were in a state of fear. state.
Jean nodded. There were twelve children in total. In order to quickly evacuate St. Mungo's, eight children under the age of seven needed to be led or carried out. Sean was tragically assigned to two children under the age of eight. The child is accompanied by a girl, the eldest of the children, who is ten years old. It is said that she will go to hogwarts next year.
Therefore, when he spoke, he was holding a five-year-old girl in his arms who was crying for her parents. On his arm was a girl who kept asking him, "Are you a Muggle? Are you a Muggle? Are you a Muggle?" Next to the boy, there is a ten-year-old girl sitting quietly on a stool beside his legs. She looks very peaceful, with golden hair and blue eyes. She is very beautiful, but her eyebrows are very light. She kept harassing Sean's eardrums that were about to explode: "What frequency did you use to ask the elemental elves to help you fight off the wizard? Do you drink the blood of the wizard? You are a mermaid living in Atlantis Where is your tail? Can you let me touch it?"
"I said good girl, you read too many fairy tales... No, no, no, you are a fairy tale race. Come on, look, do you think I have a tail?" Sean had to answer in a broken voice, and even turned around to give her Look, "I'm human! How do you tell I'm a fish?!"
"You can emit strange frequencies and use them to repel enemies." The girl showed a longing smile as if she saw a stuffed bear in the window. She didn't think Sean was a 'strange person' at all, but instead pulled a smile on his face. He touched the corner of his clothes, tilted his head, and said in a dreamy voice, "I read in the book that mermaids use sound waves as weapons."
"Unless a person's skeleton is missing two leg bones and has an extra tail bone, he cannot be a fish - OK, this topic can be ended," Sean gestured, "You see you are free now now, you can see your mother - so no questions, miss, okay - oh my god boy, don't you hang on my arm anymore! And you, little miss, don't cry, don't cry , you can go out in a moment——"
"I don't have a mother," the blond girl said, shaking her head and shaking the carrot earrings on her ears, "my mother is dead."
At that moment, the boy who was hooking Sean and the little girl in his arms stopped torturing Sean. The two children looked at him as if they were looking at a bad guy. Sean was dumbfounded: "Uh... uh, right, sorry?"
"Oh," said the blond girl, "I don't mind that much, Mr. Mermaid—can you tell me your name?"
"...My name is Sean, girl," Sean said, "Listen, you can call me Siren, you can call me Sean, but don't call me mermaid. We always think that mermaids are girls."
"Okay, Mr. Sean," the girl said submissively, "then can you tell me - do you really live under the sea?"
Her big eyes were dazzling, and she looked very lovable - it could be seen that she didn't mean it but really thought so, but Sean also knew that she really meant every word she said. Didn't listen.
"..." Sean covered his face in misery.
Behind him, he fiercely slapped the hand of a child who wanted to touch Kurt's tail. The five-year-old little wizard looked left and right, then stretched out his hand to grab Kurt, but was slapped down again, and then faced the pair just now. Wings was still drooling when he was killing everyone...but when he looked up, he finally cried out.
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"The Death Eater masters are there preparing to be resurrected, Neville and Ron... they are all there, and some... one or two adult wizards," Harry said, "Barty Crouch killed his father... his mother Before he died, he begged his father to release him, but he still wanted to serve RT, so he found an opportunity to kill his father..."
Several children present, including Harry, looked on with unbearable expressions and worshiped his father. Bobby's family was quite harmonious, but he couldn't get along with his younger brother. Rogue had always been raised by Logan, and not to mention Harry, his father had always been his. Beloved.
Killing their father was a very, very cruel thing to them.
Wanda knelt down, lifted up his bangs, and coaxed him softly to slowly move his palm away. On that spot, the scar that had been healed for ten years was still there on the fair skin, but to be honest, it It didn't look that bad, and she didn't understand why Harry felt some pain.
"Your scar is shallower than before," he immediately pointed out keenly, having watched the scar at close range many times, "sal... this problem has obviously been solved!"
Harry shook his head: "It doesn't hurt that much."
When he was younger, this scar would hurt so much that he couldn't sleep. Salazar's portrait once said that it was a trace of black magic and that bad things were left there, but the ghost had erased the bad things for him. part, leaving the part that the boy can accept.
He vaguely guessed that this was related to the person who left the scar, which further confirmed the fragments he saw in Barty Crouch's memory.
The wizard who killed his parents was indeed alive - and within St. Mungo's.
But what should he do?
Harry was surrounded by people and crowded in the front position. He didn't know whether it was to reassure Harry or to reassure himself, but he held Harry's hand tightly, his own hand was as cold and sweaty as the other's. The boy swallowed hard and said, "You've never been in such pain before."
"It was just that moment," Harry comforted him instead, "It doesn't mean anything."
Sirius gritted his teeth. He was the one who once took Slytherin's locket to consult black magic books and inquired about various reclusive black magic families. Although those people were vague and some even ran away, he was better than everyone present. Be more aware of what this means. He squeezed the wand tightly and rushed upstairs without saying anything, but was stopped by Peter who blocked the door in the blink of an eye.
"You can't go," Peter said.
"No one can stop me from avenging James and Lily," Sirius growled, "You must take Harry away quickly - take him back to Charles."
"Then why don't we go up with you!" Peter said, "There is strength in numbers!"
"That's a man who deserves to go to hell," Sirius actually grinned at this time, "You shouldn't see this kind of darkness. You are still good children under Charles. This is something you shouldn't have to encounter. I We can’t let you bear this kind of risk, listen, this is a wizard’s matter, it’s up to the wizard to solve it.”
After hearing these words, Wanda had a look of disapproval on her face, but she just raised her eyebrows coldly and didn't say much.
Harry forced himself to stand up from the chair, staggering to follow Sirius.
"What can you do!" Staring at him in disbelief, he raised his voice and shouted back, "You are crazy! You are the only strong enemy of 'that person'! It was you who caused him last time The destruction! Wake up, you are a law! Could it be that you are a spy sent by the Lion!"
"Even a Slytherin will sometimes want to destroy his enemy." Harry said calmly, "But I'm not going to kill him."
Startled.
"I vow to be a doctor and a therapist," Harry sniffed and said clearly, "The first rule of good doctors and therapists is to never take life."
"...That's the murderer of your parents. Are you really not prepared to take revenge with your own hands?" I didn't expect that I would get such an answer, so I asked tentatively.
Sirius also stopped in his tracks - under normal circumstances, he would not want his godson to be obsessed with revenge. That should not be a child's responsibility; but he assumed that he was that child? Maybe the Dark Lord would never take a step back without reciting the death curse.
So what does Harry think?
"If an ordinary person shot my parents with a gun," Harry said, "my choice would be to send him to prison rather than kill him with my own hands." Although he couldn't open his eyes due to the pain of the scar on his forehead, he was very persistent. , "My magic, my abilities, and my life are not meant to kill that kind of person. I can't let them become murder weapons."
If ability is used as a weapon to hurt others, no matter whether the person hurt is good or evil, then the meaning of the person's own existence will be distorted, and this ability will become something that is never beautiful. This kind of beginning must not happen. Once it does, It will cause bad results.
This is what Charles has told Harry to keep in mind since he was a child. Therefore, even though he can use several abilities, Harry has never used his abilities to hurt even one person.
He had always loved his abilities, his magic.
"Azkaban doesn't sound like a good place to trap the Dark Lord," he said.
"Are you helping or fanning the flames?" Bobby said dissatisfied.
"——I respect your choice, Harry." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you will leave here well——"
"No, Sirius," Harry said, "I'm going with you."
"You just said you don't need to take revenge with your own hands!" With a suspicious expression, "You must leave here with me!"
"But that doesn't mean I won't go," Harry said, taking a few steps forward, showing a hateful smile, and said softly, "If I shrink back in front of RT because of fear, my parents won't You will forgive me. Come on, don’t do this, I won’t die, I’m much better than you, remember?”
