[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Mary sat alone in the headmaster's office, quietly staring at each other with previous Hogwarts headmasters, and no one disputed why she was here.

"Go and inform Grindelwald and Dumbledore, if they haven't died of old age in a foreign country." After a while, she said, "The war is about to begin."

No one answered her, but Mary knew that at least one portrait must have stepped out of their frames.

A strange feeling came from the depths of her brain, and Mary involuntarily stroked her forehead.

"Gold Cup." She murmured to herself, the corners of her lips curled up slowly.

What surprised Mary even more was that it didn't take long before the feeling came again.

"The crown." She clenched her fists excitedly, "So, now it's just Nagini—" and Harry and herself.

With the recovery of her soul, Mary obviously felt that the connection between herself and Harry was gradually getting closer, and she could slowly wrap her consciousness around Harry's consciousness, without any gaps.

Mary closed her eyes, she didn't need her own eyes now, Harry was her eyes, Harry was her ears, through Harry, Mary could know everything about Hogwarts accurately.

There was screaming and fighting everywhere, and it was clear that the Death Eaters had invaded Hogwarts, and Harry was with Ron, Hermione, the Weasley twins and... Percy Weasley? — stay together.

Bright lights flashed in all directions, Harry and the six of them were fighting three Death Eaters, which was more than enough for them, and soon the three fell at their feet.

They seemed to be greeted with a moment of safety, until suddenly, the air suddenly exploded and the whole world seemed to be torn apart.

"Huh, it was really dangerous just now." Fred got up from the ground and wiped the cold sweat off his head.

"Thanks for your quick reflexes, buddy," said Ron to Harry admiringly.

"Yeah, that Iron Charm is gorgeous," said Hermione, and Percy nodded approvingly.

"I didn't do that." But Harry looked blank. "I didn't use the Iron Armor Charm at all."

"Cut it off, man, we all saw it," said George.

"Yes, it was my wand that cast the spell, but I didn't do it." Harry explained, "I just lost consciousness for a moment, as if I was possessed."

"The only one who can possess someone else is Voldemort," said Hermione. "Do you think he possessed you and then blocked an explosive spell for you?"

How could it be possible, Harry could only put the matter aside for the time being full of doubts.

Mary temporarily withdrew her consciousness from Harry, and there was someone else besides Harry with whom she could share his thoughts.

She was standing in the Shrieking Shack now, beside her, a gaunt Lucius bent deeply.

Mary stroked the elder wand softly in her hand, which puzzled her.There is no doubt that this is the legendary Elder Wand that cannot be defeated, but she does not feel any power from this wand that is different from other wands, yes, that is probably because the owner of the Elder Wand is not her No, she didn't snatch the Elder Wand from Dumbledore herself.

Who was it that defeated Dumbledore?By the way, it's Gellert Grindelwald.Grindelwald did help her get the Elder Wand, but how could she tolerate that the former Dark Lord was still alive?After all, tigers are infested, so just after Grindelwald handed the Elder Wand to her, she sent someone to kill him, and the person who accepted this task was——

"Lucius," a cold voice came out of Mary's mouth, "Go and call Snape over."

Mary jerked back to her consciousness.

"Severus." Mary stood up abruptly, then sat down again in panic.What can she do?She had no idea where Snape was now.

"Tom!"

Tom responded quickly to Mary: "You want me to warn Snape not to go to the Screaming Shack?" There was a cruel comfort in his tone.

"Yes." Mary replied with some hesitation, but at the moment she had to choose to ignore the sense of disobedience, "You can also read Voldemort's thoughts?"

"We're one, dear," said Tom. "I see. I'll let him know. Don't worry."

"What's going on?" In fact, Snape was beside Tom at the moment, and the distance between them was no greater than Professor Flitwick's height.

"Voldemort told Malfoy to come to you, to see him," Tom replied casually.

Snape waited for him to continue.

"But Mary told you not to go." After a long pause, Tom went on.

"why?"

"Why?" Tom asked again. There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes that Snape didn't like very much. He seemed to be hesitant, hesitating, and slowly replied: "I think it's probably because, Haribo Where are you going?"

Snape paused. "Where's Potter?" he asked.

"Yeah, you've been looking for him, haven't you?" said Tom. "Potter must be going to the Shrieking Shack, because Voldemort and Nagini are there."

Snape didn't answer.

"What do you have to say to Potter now?" Tom asked, but before Snape could speak, he went on to say, "The battlefield is so chaotic, it may be the only way to be sure that Potter is here before the end of the war." What time is it, but since Mary told you not to go there, no matter what you have to say, wait until the end of the war."

Without saying a word, Snape strode in the direction of the Screaming Shack.

Tom didn't stop him, looking at Snape's back and shrugging.

"Anyway, I warned him." He said to himself, showing a hint of a triumphant smile.

After cutting off contact with Tom, Mary was inexplicably flustered, but finally decided to trust Tom and attached her consciousness to Harry again.

She followed Harry past spider swarms, dodging giant giant feet, fighting off hundreds of dementors, and finally they came to the Shrieking Shack.

Nagini floated and writhed slowly in the glistening orb of magical protection Voldemort had conjured up for him, as Voldemort's pale, slender, spiderlike hands fiddled with the Elder Wand.

Mary's heart stopped suddenly, and although she was hidden in the shadows, she still saw Snape, standing in front of Voldemort like a statue.

"Damn it, didn't you have time to inform him?" Frowning instantly, Mary held her breath, waiting for the next thing.I secretly hoped that there would be a turning point.

But no, things turned out exactly as she had feared, and Voldemort decided that only by killing Severus could the Elder Wand truly submit to him.

"Kill." He said a word in Parseltongue briefly, and then there was a scream, and both Snape and Mary turned pale at the same time.

For a moment, Mary thought maybe she could cling to Harry and stop Nagini, but even with this thought in her brain, her body remained faithfully motionless, watching rationally and coldly as Nagini's fangs penetrated inch by inch. Snape's neck.

She couldn't move, maybe she could have made Nagini pause for two seconds for a momentary hesitation, but that would have also revealed Harry's position, and Voldemort hadn't left.

If only one survives, Harry and Snape, Mary has no choice.

Almost in a state of desperation, Mary withdrew her consciousness, looked at her slightly trembling hands, and closed her eyes in pain.

"What's wrong?" A portrait noticed something was wrong and asked her, but Mary couldn't say a word.

"I'm sorry," Tom said to her. "I actually found him and told him not to go to the Shrieking Shack, but he didn't listen to me."

"He insisted on meeting Voldemort?" Mary asked. Fortunately, it was just a conscious conversation. Mary felt as if her throat was being choked, and it was difficult to even breathe.

"Yes, it seemed he had to say something to Potter then."

Mary didn't respond, and buried her face deep in her hands.

"What's the matter with you?" Tom asked. "You're not in the right mood. It's just that someone died, and it wasn't Potter."

Marie almost envied her former self who was indifferent to the death of others. A few years ago, even the death of the Lemay couple had never caused her such pain.

"What's the matter with you?" Tom asked again, with a hint of panic in his tone, more impatience.

It was in that moment that Mary realized that there was an unbridgeable gulf between herself and Tom, that they would never be alone again.

If Dumbledore was here, he would say it was because Mary knew what love was.

Mary was in a daze, and Voldemort's high-pitched and cold voice had already resounded throughout the castle.

"Harry Potter, I am speaking directly to you now. You let your friends die for you instead of facing me. I will wait an hour in the Forbidden Forest. If you do not come to me after an hour ..."

Mary blinked and refocused herself on the ongoing war, Voldemort telling Harry to go find him?

Ridiculous, what's the difference between going to Voldemort and dying?Even the Boy Who Lived, what chance would he have when he faced Voldemort head-on?No one else will help him this time.

But Mary clearly understood that Harry was the kind of person who would die resolutely for others, and this was what frightened her the most.

Mariteng jumped up, ignoring the overturned chair, rushed out of the principal's office, and ran straight towards the Forbidden Forest.

Regardless of the surprised eyes of other people seeing her, and the big raindrops on her face, the only thing she needs to do now is to find Harry.

After finding him, don't listen to what he said, don't look at his expression, just take him away from this chaotic battlefield, and smash his self-sacrificing self-sacrifice.

He might rebel, oh of course he would rebel, he'd say crap like "I'll never forgive myself if I run away" or even raise his wand at himself, and that's okay.If he resisted, stun him, break his legs, break his wand, tie him up in chains and rope, she cared nothing as long as it got him out of here alive.

Why is there someone like Harry who chooses to die for peace?Don't they understand what a terrible thing death is?Completely disappear from this world, all traces of your existence will be slowly erased over time, and you will no longer have any happiness, not even sadness.

So what if your death bought someone else's peace?What does that have to do with you?You are already dead.

Mary went round and round in the Forbidden Forest, and even ventured to a place only tens of meters away from Voldemort and waited for a while, but she never found Harry.

Until her brain felt a familiar strangeness for the third time today.

Harry is dead.

The author has something to say: In fact, if Mary hadn’t left the principal’s office so soon, she would have met Harry. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that Harry would come to the principal’s office to see the memories