"Mr. Sirius, do you know Barty Crouch Jr.?"
Not far out of the tent, Bree asked Sirius. It stands to reason that Sirius would have some knowledge of the Death Eaters at that time.
Sirius was silent for a moment, seeming to recall some bad memory.
"A hateful and pathetic guy."
The small cage in Brie's hand moved, but Brie ignored it.
"He was locked up in the cell next to mine, but I didn't know much about him. He came later. I only heard about his story after I left Azkaban. He was a child abandoned by his father. "
"Mr. Crouch is too obsessed with power. He regards catching Death Eaters as a hobby in exchange for political capital. Of course, this cannot save the fact that his son entered Azkaban, even if he did it himself. There is no judgment, no more proof of his integrity.”
Bree nodded.
"Why are you interested in him?" Sirius asked curiously, but he continued: "We actually all know his crimes. One is a Death Eater, and the other is involved in the cruel activities of torturing Longbottom."
Bree added: "Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan, three of them come to Strange, plus Barty Crouch Jr., a strange combination."
"I just read some information about him..."
"Oh?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think he is not a Death Eater and did not participate in those abominable activities?"
Bree shook her head.
"I doubt…"
"Chi chi chi chi..." The cage in Buri's hand kept shaking, seeming to stop Buri.
"What?" Sirius asked confused.
"Little Barty is not dead. Do you remember the attack on Mr. Crouch who lived in Hogsmeade some time ago? One of the wizards may be..."
"Boom!" A terrifying green magic power suddenly rushed into the sky.
"Ah, that's right!"
"The Dark Mark, that's the Dark Mark!"
Suddenly, shouts came from the crowd. The terrifying Dark Mark was something that was feared eleven years ago and often represented death.
How would it appear here?
"Ouch!" Sirius quickly transformed into a black dog, rushed into the panicked crowd, and ran towards the location where the Dark Mark was launched.
"Chi chi chi chi, chi chi chi chi!"
"Don't move. Do you think this is Voldemort summoning you?" Voldemort ran away long ago after getting the bones. This was just a smoke screen. I'm afraid he still wanted to test the group of servants who escaped Azkaban. People's loyalty.
Seeing that the ferret in the cage was still moving disobediently, biting the cage, and blood oozing from the wounds on his body, Bree stretched out his hand, transformed into a mallet, and knocked the ferret unconscious.
"Ji!" The ferret's body stiffened instantly and fell down.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the Ministry of Magic is coming!" Fudge ran over with the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and shouted loudly: "Whoever is playing a prank, I will catch him and let him enter Azkaban!"
Looking at the chaotic scene, Brie stepped back and walked to a corner to watch silently.
"Let's find a way to kill Voldemort, Bree." Tom came to Bree's side at some point and said with fierce eyes.
Brie said slowly: "It's a bit difficult. He can hide anywhere in the world. Unless he shows up, it will be difficult for us to find him."
"If it were me..." Tom said rationally according to his own thinking: "I would form my Death Eaters all over the world, create an incomparable organization, and use it as the capital to rule the British wizarding world."
Bree laughed after hearing this: "And this is what Voldemort was doing in his early days. After graduation, he applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, he was blocked many times, so he left the UK and began to travel and make friends. He made a lot of 'friends', but in the end he failed."
"Because he became irrational." Tom caught Bree's words and told the reason.
"Splitting his soul made him greedy, irritable, and violent. He could only use the Death Eater mark to control his 'friends' and treat his 'friends' as servants."
"Well, hey, Tom, do you think anyone will respond?" Bree already knew what was going on through the information revealed by Emmeline and the deal between Tom and Voldemort.
Voldemort used Peter to write a letter to the Death Eaters who had escaped from the law, asking them to come out and cause chaos. Because they were afraid of Voldemort himself, the Death Eaters were careless in the first scene and created a prank-like chaos, which was regarded as a move. It has been proved that the second chaos is uncertain. These Death Eaters are prepared to use various things to tie themselves up and are not prepared to participate.
So Voldemort created the Dark Mark tonight to see how many Death Eaters were still loyal to him.
"What a joke." Tom curled his lips. Most of those Death Eaters had a close relationship with the purebloods. The purebloods were not prepared to attack Oded and were prepared to continue to support Voldemort. Then, these people would definitely participate with gritted teeth. This was also the reason why Fudge wanted to withdraw, but Voldemort was too impatient, and Fudge was also panicked.
"Then let's help the purebloods and turn this joke into fireworks."
"I don't want the Fantasy Game World Cup to end hastily because of a joke from Voldemort. This will disrupt our plans."
The rewards of the Fantasy Game World Cup are spell-casting items. It is also the day when "Basics of Natural Magic" is released. How could Bree let Voldemort destroy it.
Brie looked intently at the long-lasting black mark on the sky in the distance. The robes around him floated slowly, and small winds blew up on the ground. He pointed and said: "Go."
The natural magic power condensed at his fingertips and shot out like a bright meteor.
"Whoosh..."
"Bang!" A brilliant firework exploded the Dark Mark in the sky, and the exploded fragments turned into more fireworks exploding in the sky. It was beautiful, and colorful lights flashed on the faces of the wizards. Flashed by, reflecting their amazed expressions.
At this time, Tom stood up. Bree used natural magic to spawn underground vines. The huge vines lifted up the unresponsive Tom and allowed Tom to use the amplifying spell to speak. Tom suppressed his twitching brows and tightened his face. Try your best to show a smile.
"This is the fireworks prepared by the Oude family for everyone, and it is also a night to celebrate the Fantasy Game World Cup. Today is a day of joy..."
The plain words made the wizards cheer together. Along with this, Bree also looked at the giant tree next to the stadium. Flower bags on the giant tree grew, bloomed, and scattered, becoming a beautiful sight under the starry sky.
Immediately afterwards, Bree took out the note, and the flower elves flew out of the note. They grabbed the fallen petals, used their magic to make snacks, and gave them to the wizards below.
The vines fell slowly and Tom immediately hid himself.
The tension on Tom's face disappeared in an instant. Looking at Bree, he said with gentle appreciation: "Oh, that's a very good method. I think purebloods now have a reason not to go to parties. People from the Ministry of Magic are discerning. "
"I think Voldemort must have lost his mind, otherwise he wouldn't provoke us all the time." Brie said with a hint of ridicule. He really wanted to give Voldemort a very destructive soul magic so that he would never live again. come over.
"As for you, where is Yana, I remember to ask you to pick her up."
"Yana, she went to the tent to find you." Tom answered Bree's question.
Bree nodded.
"Nothing will happen tonight. I will go back to the tent first, and you can start arranging things for tomorrow. By the way, we will start to shrink our industry after the game, and only leave Hogsmeade village for the time being."
Tom frowned. "I will do it as soon as possible. This time the pureblood will not let us go on."
A fantasy game that only makes money makes the purebloods a little unable to hold back.
What's more, it's a brand new magic system.
The new magic system will be open to all wizards, and the pure-blood families who control most of the magic inheritance in the magic world will definitely not let the new magic system be controlled by Oude, let alone all wizards. This will threaten to their fundamental status.
Of course, carving up Oude and strengthening their family heritage is what they will do...
After concluding their conversation, Bree and Tom quickly separated.
According to Tom, he will do all the outside work, so as to reduce the wizarding world's attention to Bree, so that Bree can continue to grow at Hogwarts with peace of mind, and some core things will be done by Bree. , such as taking a good rest and enjoying your vacation.
"Oh, you're finally back, but what happened just now?" Draco trotted to Bree with a pale face. He looked at the quiet night sky and the still jubilant wizards below, and guessed: "Yes Dark wizards, right, but you took care of them.”
Draco asked Bree in a panic: "My father just came back and was talking to my mother. This matter is not that simple, right?"
"Draco, come here!" At this time, Lucius and Narcissa came out. Lucius scolded, making Draco tense up, but he did not listen to Lucius's words.
Narcissa tugged at the corner of Lucius's clothes and whispered, "Are we sure we want to go back early? Xiaolong's award ceremony will be tomorrow afternoon..."
Lucius frowned, and after a long time he exhaled: "No, we can't throw away this honor. This is Xiaolong's first worldwide appearance, and it will appear in the reports of wizarding circles in various countries."
Lucius relaxed his brows and looked at Draco again calmly.
"Your mother and I are going out for a walk. Just stay by yourself and don't run around."
"I got it, Dad." Just now I heard Lucius say that he wanted to go back early, which scared Draco. Now that it's okay, Draco of course agreed.
At this moment--
"Hey Odd, have you seen Sirius?" Harry ran into the tent in a panic and asked breathlessly as soon as he saw Bree.
"Blake?" Bree frowned, and then he shook his head to indicate that he didn't see it.
Then, Bree asked Draco: "Draco, have you seen Yana?"
But looking at the confusion on Draco's face, Bree knew that Yana was not here.
So where did Yana go?
"Sirius?" A hint of irritation flashed across Narcissa's indifferent face, who had not yet left.
"Where can he go? He turned into a dog and ran away to have fun. It would be even harder for him to return home than to go to heaven." With that said, Narcissa took Lucius's arm and motioned to leave.
Lucius patted Narcissa's hand and said slowly: "We can change to another tent."
"No need." Narcissa said nonchalantly: "Although he reluctantly accepted Black's name and wealth, I am Narcissa Malfoy and have nothing to do with him."
Narcissa was obviously speaking out of anger, and Lucius could tell. After all, Sirius had not visited her since he was cleared of his innocence. This made Narcissa upset when she heard Sirius' name.
Soon, Lucius and Narcissa left the tent, leaving Draco and Harry looking at each other...
"What are you looking at, Po Te? Why don't you go look for it in the woods outside? He might be digging up bones in that pit, huh!"
Harry roared at Draco: "Don't say that about my godfather, Malfoy!"
"Don't argue." Bree stopped the two of them. Harry glanced at Bree sadly, then glared at Draco, then quickly ran out of the tent and continued to look for Sirius.
Bree's eyelids twitched and she felt a little uneasy. She didn't pay attention to Harry. He took out his notes and started to contact Yana.
no response…
…
Black's old house——
"Crouch, hurry!"
A sharp sound came from the old house, penetrating the dark room hidden behind the luxurious hall. In an instant, dust fell wildly, reflecting the antiquity and vicissitudes of this place like an hourglass.
Behind the rotten door is a painting. The woman in the painting is tearing her throat, baring her teeth and claws and ordering the house elf who suddenly appeared: "Open the door!"
"boom!"
The door of Blake's old house opened with a bang, and a stone wall in front of the welcoming vestibule slowly broke apart, and a long winding stone path exited to both sides.
Under the dim night. A voice came from emptiness to reality, mechanically.
"Let him come in and let's go to Regulus' room!"
"Haha!" The harsh laughter woke up all the portraits in the old house. These portraits were crowded in the frame one by one, staring at the door.
"Welcome, distinguished Lord Yuelang." An old Black patriarch shouted excitedly in the frame: "This is Black's glory!
! "
"Blake!"
"Blake!"
A crazy scene was staged in each portrait, and only a few people looked at each other and lamented, but they had no power to prevent Black from rising again, they just lamented that the path they chose was so unbearable.
"Boom!" The whole old house suddenly lit up with candlelight. Under the candlelight, Sirius held the unconscious Yana and walked upstairs. The Black ring he was wearing slowly peeled off a rust spot. Silvery-white magic lines were revealed.
When Sirius carried Yana to Regulus' room, the excited voice of Mrs. Black came from inside.
"Come in, Sirius, you are the hero tonight. After tonight, I will write your name into the tapestry again, so that the purity of Blake who belongs to our generation can continue to be written..."
"Huh..."
The ancient bell hung in the house vibrated, making a clear and distant sound, like a call, and the old woman Blake sang slowly along with her.
The magic brought by the chanting rippled like ripples, causing the white candlelight around the big bed in the room to slowly float and sway from side to side. The candlelight flickered on and off the photos plastered on the wall - a handsome, full of life. Charming dark-haired man with red eyes.
On the bed, Sirius was sleeping in pain, and next to him was Yana, who had transformed into a wolf.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the wall cracked open, bringing in the moonlight from outside. The bright moonlight shone on Yana's fur, making her fur gradually turn white, restoring the noble and cold temperament of Moon Wolf. .
"Black's bloodline shines brightly under the light of the moon wolf. We are the stars that protect you..."
"Please listen to the sound of the dark night, the stars are twinkling..."
The old woman Black was held up by Kreacher. Following her words, the brightest star in Leo flashed frequently in the dark night. Kreacher looked excited and stared at the magic pattern painted on the bedside. A person's soul gradually begins to condense in the magic pattern.
"Come back...come back..."
The old woman Blake's voice became deeper and deeper, like a dull drum beating in her heart.
In a tent far away from Blake's old house, Bree felt a magic power that hit her soul through the anchor point left for Yana in her notes. She immediately stood up, spread out her notes, and summoned a magic circle.
In Regulus' room, the necklace hanging around Yana's neck suddenly burst out with a burst of magic, and a magic circle appeared instantly.
"All curses end!"
Bree's urgent voice came from the magic circle, and he also appeared, landed on the big bed, and stepped on Blake's face.
"Sorry..." Bree raised her feet and looked at the portrait in Kreacher's hand.
The old woman Blake in the portrait seemed to have her throat strangled, and she was hoarse and unable to speak.
The surrounding candles were extinguished one by one under the magic power of the all-cursed curse, and the room became darker and darker.
"Fluorescence..." Bree muttered. The light ball appeared in his hand and illuminated the entire room. Then Bree threw the light ball. The light ball flew out from the hole in the wall and turned into a bright barrier, blocking the entire room. There was moonlight, and the Blake old house fell into daylight, and every part of the house was illuminated.
The dazzling light froze the smiles on the faces of the portraits in the hall, and they immediately poured into Mrs. Black's portrait frame, trying to get a glimpse of it.
"No!" The old woman Black roared fiercely, blood gushed out from the corners of her mouth, breaking Bree's soul magic.
She pushed away everyone who broke into her frame and stared closely at the soul that had condensed on the bedside. She shed tears of surprise, as if she couldn't believe it, but also as if she already knew it. She roared in a complicated voice: "Quickly, suppress him!"
A powerful magical pressure rushed from all directions, pressing on Bree.
One by one, Blake returned to his own portrait, and began to control the power he had left in Blake's old house, using his thousands of years of savings to suppress Bree, so that Mrs. Blake could complete the magic ritual.
"Uh..." Bree instantly felt an attack of magic stronger than Dumbledore's. Natural magic surged around him and he continued to resist.
"Touch..." Brie was pushed off the bed by the magic power.
"Stuck!" The ground beneath his feet sank into a dent, and the cracks continued to expand.
"Kreacher, kill him!" Old Lady Black yelled, pointing at Bree.
Kreacher's eyes were red, staring at Bree as if he were an enemy.
"No!"
"Kreacher, stop it!"
"Mother, stop it too!"
The soul that appeared in the magic text on the bedside completely woke up. It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked somewhat similar to Sirius, but he was more handsome. He looked like a well-educated nobleman. , handsome and polite, but there is a trace of sadness on his brow that cannot be washed away.
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"Master Regulus!" Crouch exclaimed, completely forgetting Mrs. Black's order.
"Kreacher, please destroy the magic here!" Regulus begged with a hint of pleading. He also said to his mother in the same tone: "Mother, this is my brother!"
Madness flashed in Mrs. Black's eyes, and she said excitedly: "My child, my most obedient child, you just need to wait..."
Then, she sternly ordered Kreacher!
"Quick, do it!"
"Kreacher!" Regulus wanted to stop him.
"No, no!" Kreacher banged his head on the ground hard and kept chanting: "I want the young master to come back. Kreacher is a disobedient servant. Ah, Kreacher wants the young master to come back!"
Kreacher lay on the ground in pain, but firmly raised his finger and pointed at Bree.
A powerful magic suddenly rushed towards Bree.
"Hiss!" The green snake, the patron saint of Bree, sprang out and swallowed the magic in one gulp. Then, a burst of magic hit Kreacher hard against the wall. Then the green snake's eyes turned red, and strips grew on the wall. The spiked vines stabbed hard into Kreacher's limbs.
"Ah!" Kreacher was knocked unconscious by the intense pain, and hot blood continued to flow along the wall.
"Green Snake, destroy all the portraits here!" Bree's eyes were cold, biting her cheek to resist the magic power of the entire Black family, and stared straight at Old Mrs. Black.
"Just keep her."
"Whoosh!" The green snake was very fast. As it flew into the mist, it rushed downstairs. The vines snaked and crawled, quickly covering Blake's old house.
Bree felt that the magic pressure on her body was getting weaker and weaker, and she gradually resumed her actions. After the portrait in the last hall was shattered by the green snake, Bree looked at Old Mrs. Black.
"Black's purity astonished me."
A mother who actually wants to use her eldest son and Moon Wolf to give birth to her dead younger son is really crazy.
“You, ah, I’m going to kill you, kill you!
"
Bree watched Old Mrs. Black roaring crazily and furiously, and the disgust in her eyes became clearer.
A purple-black flame jumped from Bri's fingertips to the portrait, sealed the portrait, and rushed into it.
"Ah!" Mrs. Blake's scream came from the portrait. The painful transition from sharp to hoarse was terrifying. Bree waved her hand and wrapped the painful sound with magic, leaving it to her to enjoy.
"What did you do to my mother!" Regulus clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stared at Bree. He wanted to catch Bree from over, but he was just a soul, and his hands just penetrated Bree's body. Neck.
"For the sake of discouraging them from killing me, just dissipate slowly on your own."
Regulus' soul was summoned, not a ghost, and Bree had no intention of helping him.
"Please, let her go..." Regulus was still begging for mercy, he sobbed: "She is my mother, please, I am willing to give everything..."
