[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Mary came out of her bedroom and hurried to the Quidditch pitch, where there was chaos.

"What's going on?" It took her a while to find Hermione and the others, and the three stared at her as if Mary's ghost was standing there.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, something went wrong." Mary shrugged. "So, I guess I've been disqualified? How's the game going?"

"The situation is very strange." Draco said with some concern, "Krum seems to have been cast with the Imperius Curse."

Mary's face darkened, and she let out a hum.

"Also, the game should have ended long ago." Hermione said, "Harry and Einzbern had already arrived at the trophy half an hour ago."

"Huh? Harry survived till the end?" Mary raised her eyebrows.

"Digory was next and he came close to grabbing the trophy. He was a bit later than Harry and Einzbern though."

Mary pursed her lips, waiting for Hermione to continue.

"According to Diggory, Harry and Einzbern should have touched the trophy at the same time, and then—" Hermione frowned, "they disappeared."

Just as Mary was about to say something, there was a sudden noise from the other side of the playing field: "Look! It's Harry Potter!" "Harry Potter is back!" "The man who didn't see Durmstrang .”

"Oh, my God." Hermione gasped and grabbed Mary's hand. "Quick! Let's go and see."

But there were too many people, it seemed that the whole Hogwarts people were crowding in one direction, and in the blink of an eye, Mary disappeared from Hermione and the others.

Harry's dizziness was severe, and the screaming and yelling of the crowd around him made him feel like throwing up, and Dumbledore was entangled by others, and he couldn't get away from him for a while.

"Are you all right, Harry?" A voice rang in his ear, and even though his vision was blurred, Harry quickly recognized it was Mary's voice.

Normally, Mary would have dragged Harry to the medical wing without saying a word, but now Mary just stood there looking at him, not showing any intention of reaching out to help him, but Harry has no time to take care of it now. at this point.

"Well, I...probably..." Harry wanted to reply "I'm fine" "Fair enough", but found it hard to get those words out of his mouth now.

"what happened?"

It wasn't Mary who asked that question, but Mad-Eye Moody, who was half-dragging Harry toward the castle.

Harry struggled a bit. "Dumbledore asked me to stay here," he said weakly.

"You need to lie down," Moody insisted. "And Flamel, you come with me."

Mary followed in silence.

Moody brought Harry and Mary to his office and began to ask Harry what had just happened.

"That trophy was a portkey," said Harry incoherently. "It took Einzbern and me to a cemetery, and then... Voldemort was there."

"..." Mary clenched her hands inconspicuously.

"He said Einzbern was in the way... He wanted to kill him..."

"Supposedly?" repeated Moody. "So the Dark Lord didn't kill him?"

"Yes, because Einzbern swore allegiance to Voldemort on the spot." Harry glanced at Mary. "Then Voldemort printed one on his arm... what's that called? It's the one that appeared in the World Cup .”

"The Dark Mark," Moody said softly, smacking his lips in disgust, "and then?"

Harry started telling how Voldemort had been resurrected, how he had summoned his former servants, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something: "There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts! He put my name in the Goblet of Fire! he--"

"Obviously, you're not the only one, Harry." Mary stared closely at Moody, "You put my name in it too, didn't you?"

"What?" Harry looked from Mary to Moody. "Mary, I mean the Death Eaters put my name in it, not that Professor Moody—"

Moody chuckled, and he looked at Mary, but the evil eye was still fixed on Harry: "Your brain is turning much faster than Potter, Flamel. No wonder the Dark Lord—"

"Drowsy!" Mary suddenly made a lightning strike, and before Moody and Harry could react, she had already knocked Moody down.

"..." Harry blinked, not understanding what was going on.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, Harry," said Mary, but her tone was stiff and unconcerned. "So, Voldemort summoned his Death Eaters tonight, didn't he? Who are they?"

"McNeil, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and—" Harry swallowed, "... Lucius Malfoy."

Mary's eyes dimmed, she turned around and walked out, passing Dumbledore and others who were about to come in.

"Mary?" Harry called out, feeling that something was wrong with her, and he had no strength to chase after her.

"Before we settle your matter with Mary," said Dumbledore, stopping Harry, his expression very serious, "we may have to talk about Barty Crouch, Harry."

"what?"

In fact, things are not very complicated.

Barty Crouch Jr. is a loyal believer of Voldemort. He pretended to be Moody and came to Hogwarts to complete the task assigned to him by Voldemort - to take Harry Potter and Mary Flame out of Hogwarts Ci.

"What's the matter with Mary?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"The Lord Dark Lord appreciates some of Flamel's characteristics." Barty Crouch Jr., who had been dosed with Veritaserum, explained with glassy eyes. "He said Flamel would make one of the best Death Eaters."

"How is it possible? Mary has never seen Voldemort!"

"..." Barty Crouch Jr. didn't speak, which meant that he didn't know exactly what was going on.

"And then?" Dumbledore asked.

"But the best and most loyal Death Eater can only be me! What is LeMay?!" Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly became excited, "I made LeMay eligible to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but It's none of my business if she dies in a match like this, the Lord Dark Lord wouldn't want a Death Eater who couldn't even win the Triwizard Tournament anyway."

"so?"

"In the first project, I made her group of fire dragons more violent, and in the second project, I played some tricks when casting spells on her. I originally planned to kill her in the third project, but I didn't expect—— "

"You bastard!" Harry rushed forward excitedly, and Dumbledore pulled him back.

"And then?" he asked again.

the other side.

"Oh, Mary?!" Draco returned to the Slytherin common room, startled by Mary sitting alone by the fireplace, the green light of the fire in the fireplace and the green light of the lake on her face Flickering, "Aren't you going to see Harry? He's in the hospital wing, but he should be asleep by now."

"Draco." Mary raised her head, most of her face was covered by shadows, and said casually, "Did Harry say what happened?"

"No, he's tired, and Dumbledore won't let us ask him anything."

"Really?" Mary paused for a second, then said, "Is Hermione worried?"

"Say it as if you're not worried at all." Draco rolled his eyes, and suddenly raised his head vigilantly, "What do you mean by that?"

"Huh? What do you think I mean?"

"Mary." Draco didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Do you still talk to me like a charade?"

"..." Mary was silent for a while, then sighed, "I'm sorry, Draco, but I'm worried that our positions are different."

"What position?" Draco was confused.

"Voldemort has been resurrected." Mary said very bluntly without giving Draco any time to prepare.

Draco shuddered violently.

"The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament was tampered with by the Death Eaters. It was actually a portkey. Harry was sent to Voldemort just now." Mary spoke quickly, "Of course, he was lucky to come back , but that's not what I'm going to tell you, Draco, Harry said he saw Voldemort summon his former Death Eaters—ah, now the Death Eaters." Mary looked at Draco's His face turned pale little by little, "You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"

"..."

"Judging from what you just said and your performance, I'm going to believe that you still don't know about Voldemort's return, and at least you were on Harry's side just now." Mary carefully observed Draco's expression, " But I don't know what you're thinking now. Taking a step back, even if you still support Harry and Dumbledore now, what if the Malfoys decided to support Voldemort? Which side would you choose?"

"..." Draco was speechless.

"It's hard to decide, I know." Mary said in a comforting tone, as if she was very understanding. "So now, our top priority is to find out what your father means. If he can realize earlier that Voldemort is not 40 years old It would be best if the former Voldemort died, and if he is still obsessed with it for whatever reason, then I am sorry, Draco." Mary lowered her voice gracefully, "I'm afraid our four-year friendship will not end here. gone."

"..."

"Find out as soon as possible, the sooner the better." Mary stood up and walked towards the dormitory without looking back. "If the result is satisfactory, I think you don't mind inviting me to your house during the summer vacation."

Draco's efficiency was fairly high. Three days later, he told Mary about the Malfoy family's attitude towards Voldemort: "My father only said one word."

"Oh?"

"Malfoy only fights for himself."

"Pfft." Looking at the serious Draco, Mary curled her lips, "That's right, that means the old and cunning Malfoy is still holding a wait-and-see attitude."

"I think so." Draco never thought cunning was a derogatory term.

"And you, Draco?"

"I..." Draco scratched his hair irritably, sat down, jumped up again, fidgeted and walked around the common room several times, and Mary poured himself a second cup of tea slowly.

"Okay, okay!" Finally Draco sat down beside Mary dejectedly, and said in a self-defeating manner, "I'm on the side of the lunatic Dumbledore, are you satisfied?"

"Is there anything I'm not satisfied with? Are you supporting Dumbledore because of me?" Mary squinted at him, "But you know? Voldemort, a Muggle-born wizard like Hermione, will definitely kill him." Absolutely."

"I know." Draco muttered softly.

"..." Mary opened her mouth to say something, but the words turned around her mouth and went back. After repeated several times, she gave up and sighed, "That's like what I said before, I will go to Maldives this summer vacation. Fu Manor."

"What are you going to do?" Draco frowned and refused, "No!"

Mary looked at him in surprise: "What? Is there anything shady in your house?"

"Yeah." Draco sighed deeply, and buried his face in his hands, "It seems that the Dark Lord wants to make Malfoy Manor his base camp."

Mary's eyes widened in surprise.

"That makes it all the more necessary for me to go," said Mary.

This time it was Draco who was speechless in shock.

"Voldemort has already set his sights on me." Mary frowned. "I don't want to explain the details, but you must know, Draco, since we are Slytherins, it would never be a wise choice to openly confront Voldemort."

Draco stared blankly at Mary: "You mean..."

"It seems that we will be unflattering spies for a long time, right?" Mary smiled lightly, and the smile was only bitter and helpless.

The author has something to say: OK, we can start tearing up the next chapter! (Hi Sen He Sen~~

Regarding Ron's CP, no one has commented yet, so I will tentatively choose Lavender

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