Together [HP]

Soon, they were surrounded by the deluge of people leaving the gymnasium and returning to camp.As they walked back down the lantern-lit passage, there was a rough song in the night air, and leprechauns flew above them, waving their lanterns, and rattling.Finally, at the edge of the tent, Jacqueline was sleepy. Although she was still very excited, her eyelids had started to fight and her eyes were a little blurry. After drinking the hot milk that Norm poured her Putting on her pajamas, she walked into her room.

At this time, singing and strange crashing sounds from the other side of the camp echoed in the night sky for a long time.

"Oh, thank goodness I wasn't on duty," James and Una sat in the living room, still in good spirits, and Norm brought them two glasses of wine, a scotch without ice, a brandy without ice, and some smoky game. "It's a good thing I don't have to tell the Irish to stop celebrating, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

"It's been a long time since we got the Quidditch trophy." Yuna looked at him, took a sip of whiskey, and took a piece of rabbit meat from the plate with her bare hands. "It's been a long time since I saw a night like this."

"It looks like you're not going to sleep tonight?" James asked.

"I can't sleep." Yuna looked out of the tent, "I always feel that something bad is going to happen, just like that day."

"It's not the same," James stretched out his hand, gripping Yuna firmly, "now I'm here."

Jacqueline slept soundly, very soundly. In her dream, she even dreamed that she tried that fake action. It was impossible, very impossible, and it was definitely not something she would do.

She was still having serious discussions with her dream self until James Apparated directly into her room.

"Get up, baby! Get up, it's an emergency!"

Jacqueline opened her eyes dimly, and looked at James with some confusion,

"What, what's the matter?" She asked inarticulately.

"It's too late, baby, hurry up and get out." James dug Jacqueline out of the quilt with one hand, and picked up the coat she put beside her with the other.

"Let's go!" He rushed out of the tent with Jacqueline in his arms, and Yuna was already looking at the distant sky with deep brows.

The voices in the camp changed.The singing stopped, and Jacqueline heard screams and people running in panic.

By the light of the few fires that were still burning, Jacqueline saw people running toward the woods, as if fleeing from something that was moving towards them over the camp.It flashed strangely and made a sound like a gun being fired.Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts also moved towards them.Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around.

A group of wizards huddled together, each with their wands pointed upwards, pushing forward together, moving slowly across the field.Jacqueline squinted her eyes and looked carefully... These people seemed to have no faces... Then she realized that they had hoods on their heads and masks covering their faces.Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, distorted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes, Invisible strings that shoot up into the air from the wand control.Two of the figures were small.

More wizards joined the advancing procession, laughing loudly and pointing to the few bodies floating above.As the parade grew, the tents collapsed.Once or twice Jacqueline saw a marcher set a roadside tent on fire with a wand.Several tents were ablaze.The screaming got louder.

When the few people floating in the air passed by the burning tent and were suddenly illuminated by the fire, Jacqueline recognized one of them as Mr. Bell, the camp administrator.The other three appeared to be his wife and children.A marcher below turned Mrs. Bell onto her head with a wand.Mrs Bell's pajamas fell down to reveal a mass of gaudy panties as she struggled to cover herself as the crowd below happily shrieked and booed.

"It's disgusting." Yuna was already standing outside the tent, looking at the smallest Muggle child, who was sixty feet above the ground and began to spin like a top, his head limply tilted this way. , suddenly turned to that side, "It's too outrageous..."

"I'm going to see if there is any need for help!" James' voice overwhelmed the noise, while rolling up his sleeves, "You guys go into the woods quickly, walk together, don't disperse. When the matter is resolved, I will I'll look for you again!" He held Yuna's shoulders, "Calm down, don't make any moves when I come back!"

"That person..." Jacqueline was trembling all over, she remembered the dream a few days ago, "It's him, it must be him!"

"It's the Death Eaters." Yuna looked at the parade, the anger in her eyes was undisguised. "Jacqueline," she turned around after a long time, looked at the woods with firm eyes, stretched out her hand, a cold hand, "let's go."

The colored lights that had previously illuminated the way to the gymnasium have now been extinguished.Dark figures staggered through the woods, children were crying, and nervous, anxious cries and voices echoed in the cold night air around them.Jacqueline felt cold, her whole body was cold, and Yuna was the same as her. Their hands holding each other were covered with cold sweat, and both of them were suppressing their anger and fear.

Suddenly, there was no sound in the whole forest, and everyone stopped. A huge, green and shiny thing appeared on the other side of the forest. It jumped up the treetops and flew into the air.

It was a gigantic skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.As they watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

"The skeleton reappears." Yuna gritted her teeth and said these four words, and then she disappeared as if she had gone crazy.

Jacqueline's feet also ran towards that place involuntarily, her face was covered with cold sweat, Hermione, Hermione was there.Her heart was beating fast, Hermione was under the mark, she came from the Muggle family, she was in danger!

She was already running very fast, but before she had time, Yuna appeared in front of her, standing in front of her were Harry, Ron, and Hermione, with her wand pointed at them.

"Who did it!" she roared, her arms trembling, her voice trembling, and she pointed her wand one by one in front of the three of them, "Who the hell did it!" A cloud of sparks burst out from her wand come out.

"No, Mom! That's Hermione!" Jacqueline yelled and rushed over, a series of popping sounds rang in her ears, and twenty wizards descended from the sky, surrounding them.

The wizards all drew out their wands, each pointing at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Una.

"Damn!" roared twenty voices simultaneously, followed by a series of blinding flashes,

"Jacqueline! Don't come!" Hermione yelled.

"Armor protection!" she yelled, pointing at Yuna, hoping to make it in time.

A strong wind blew across the clearing, and she crashed into a tree trunk, a cascade of magic exploding around her.

"Iron Armor Guard." Yuna's hollow voice sounded in the night sky, and all the magic hit Jacqueline's body and was absorbed.

"Una, Jacqueline!" James' voice yelled from the clearing. "Stop it all! That's my daughter and her mother!"

Jacqueline raised her head from the dirt, and James strode towards her, looking terrified.

"What are you doing here?" James looked surprisingly angry. He grabbed Jacqueline from the ground and checked her up and down for any injuries.

"I..." Jacqueline looked at Hermione, she seemed to be surrounded by Mr. Crouch, and Yuna stood beside them with a serious expression.

"Don't leave me, don't talk." James ordered, and Jacqueline nodded obediently.

"Which of you did this?" Crouch stood in front of Harry and the others, and asked sharply, his sharp eyes flicking between the three of them, "Who of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't!" Harry said, pointing to the skull above.

"We didn't do anything!" said Ron, rubbing his elbows and looking at his father angrily. "Why are you attacking us?"

"Don't lie, sir!" said Mr. Crouch.He was still pointing his wand at Ron, his eyes were popping, and he looked a little crazy. "You were found at the crime scene!"

"Barty," James cut him off, "they're kids, Batty, there's no way they're going to be."

"You three, where did the mark come from?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously.

"Over there," said Hermione in a trembling voice, pointing to where they had just heard the sound, "behind the tree there were...they were talking loudly. A spell was said..."

"Oh, they're standing there, aren't they?" said Mr. Crouch, turning his bulging eyes to Hermione again, suspicion written all over his face. "And they said a spell, didn't they? You know how to conjure a mark, miss."

"I don't like your tone, Mr. Crouch." Yuna's face was black, she was still angry, but now she at least found her reason, "She is my daughter's friend. Are you suspicious of her? Mr Rauch."

Mr. Crouch looked at Yuna, then lowered his head in embarrassment.

There were nods from the Ministry's wizarding officials, who seemed to agree that there was absolutely no way Harry, Ron, and Hermione could conjure a skeleton.So they listened to Hermione's words, raised their wands one by one, aimed at the direction she pointed, squinted and peeked into the dark bushes.

"We're late," said a witch in a woolen dressing gown, shaking her head. "They've already Apparated."

"I don't think so," said a wizard with a short brown beard and a hawthorn, who was none other than Amos Diggory, Cedric's father. ...we have a good chance of catching them..."

"Amos, be careful!" several wizards reminded, and saw Mr. Diggory puffed out his chest, raised his wand, strode across the clearing, and disappeared into the darkness.Hermione covered her mouth with her hands nervously, watching his disappearing back.

A few seconds later they heard Mr Diggory's shout.

"It's done! Got it! There's someone here! Unconscious! Yes, ouch, my God . . . "

"You've got a man?" cried Mr. Crouch, in a tone of complete disbelief. "Who? Who?"

They heard the snapping of branches, the rustling of fallen leaves, and the creak of footsteps as Mr. Diggory emerged from behind the bushes.He held a small limp body in his arms.It was a house-elf, and Mr. Diggory seemed to know who she belonged to.

"That's Winky, she's Mr. Crouch's house elf." James explained to Jacqueline in a low voice.

Jacqueline looked at Winky, then at Mr. Crouch, and wisely closed her mouth.

Mr. Crouch watched Mr. Diggory put his house-elf at his feet, and he did not move or speak.The other officials of the Ministry of Magic stared at Mr. Crouch.For several seconds, Crouch stood motionless, as if frozen, his pale face staring intently at Winky on the ground with fire-breathing eyes.Then, he seemed to come back to himself.

"This is impossible, impossible," he said after a pause, "impossible."

He walked quickly around Mr Diggory and strode towards the place where Winky had been discovered.

"It's no use, Mr. Crouch," cried Mr. Diggory after him, "there's no one else there."

But Mr. Crouch didn't seem to want to heed his words.They heard him walking up and down and rustling the leaves as he parted the bushes in search.

"It's kind of embarrassing," said Mr. Diggory sternly, looking down at Winky's delirious figure. "Barty Crouch's house-elf...I mean..."

"Stop that nonsense, Amos," whispered Mr. Weasley. "Do you really think the elves did it? The Dark Mark is a wizard's symbol. It requires a wand."

"Yes," said Mr. Diggory, "she has a wand."

"What?" said Mr. Weasley.

"Here, you see," Mr. Diggory held up a wand and handed it to Mr. Weasley. No human creature may carry or use a wand."

Just then, with another poof, Mr. Ludo Bagman Apparated next to Mr. Weasley.Bagman was out of breath and looked dazed.He turned around on the spot, staring at the emerald green skeleton in the air.

"The Dark Mark!" he gasped, turning to look at his colleague questioningly, almost stepping on top of Winky.

Mr. Crouch came back empty-handed.His face was still ghastly white, and his hands and toothbrush mustache were twitching.

"Where have you been, Batty?" Bagman asked. "Why didn't you come to the game? Your house elf took your seat, my God!" Bagman found out Shining lay at his feet, "What's the matter with her?"

"I've been very busy, Ludo," said Mr. Crouch, still slurring his words, his lips barely moving, "and my house-elf has been stunned."

"Been stunned by someone? You mean, by you people? Why..."

A look of sudden enlightenment came over Bagman's round shiny face.He looked up at the skeleton, then down at Winky, and finally his eyes fell on Mr. Crouch.

"Impossible!" he said. "Winky? Conjured the Dark Mark? She doesn't know how! First of all, she needs a wand!"

"She does need a wand," said Mr Diggory, "and I see she has one in her hand, Ludo. If you have no objection, Mr. Crouch, I think we ought to hear how she defends herself." .”

Mr. Crouch made no response, as if he had not heard Mr. Diggory, and Mr. Diggory seemed to take his silence for acquiescence.He raised his wand, pointed at Winky and said, "Resuscitate quickly!"

Winky moved feebly.The bell-like brown eyes opened, and she blinked hard, dazed.Under the silent eyes of the wizards, she sat up tremblingly.She saw Mr. Diggory's feet, and slowly, tremblingly, she raised her eyes to his face, and then, still more slowly, to the night sky above.Harry could see the floating figure of a skeleton reflected in each of her large, glazed eyes.She gasped, looked dazedly at the people gathered in the open space, and then suddenly cried out of fear.

"Goblin!" said Mr Diggory sharply, "do you know who I am? I am a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures!"

Winky began to rock back and forth on the ground, her breathing interrupted by violent sobs.It occurred to Harry that Dobby had looked the same way when he was frightened by disobedience.

"Don't scare her, Digory." James frowned, and walked out after making sure Jacqueline stood beside Yuna, "If you have no objections, let me interrogate."

"We all know how much you like these magical creatures!" said Mr. Diggory, who seemed to think that James and Winky were going together.

"Then you think I will collude with this elf in front of so many colleagues?" James' thick eyebrows gathered together, "Also, now that I am your boss, you'd better pay attention to your tone."