Together [HP]

She was walking in a hallway surrounded by white walls next to a slender woman who was coughing repeatedly into a handkerchief over her mouth.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, "it will make your body more..."

"I'm going to die, Batty." The witch said softly, her body trembling constantly.

She glanced up at the nearby dementor in disgust, and reached out to support the witch.

"Thank you, Barty." The witch smiled at her. "I know this is very difficult for you."

"I don't understand why you insist on coming to see him," she frowned. "If people find out...they don't support me now, they think that useless Fudge is more suitable to be a minister than me. Just because they can be more It’s okay to manipulate him. And that bastard, actually did such a thing, it really shames our family."

"He is our...my son." The witch coughed into her mouth with a handkerchief, "I am a mother, Barty."

"He is not my son," she said cruelly. "I have no son."

The thin witch gasped. She almost collapsed on the floor, but was held up.

"Everyone here is crazy." They turned a corner, and she went on, "I don't think he recognizes you. They don't believe me anymore, but they don't believe Fudge anymore, Rufus put everything It's all on Fudge's head, if it wasn't for Fudge's obstruction and hesitation, his wife might not have died."

"This kind of time is too sensitive. We should draw a line between black magic and the mysterious man. Millicent can't last long, he is too old, and something like that happened during his tenure, although it is not his responsibility. . . ”

She kept talking, but the witch didn't speak, until they walked to a small cubicle, the witch suddenly sobbed, her whole body trembling like a leaf blowing in the wind.

In that cubicle sat a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, his face was pale, his eyes were glazed, and his long straw-colored hair hung down his face.When the boy saw them, he suddenly gave a shrill laugh, "Isn't this my honorable father?" He laughed loudly, "Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your reputation by coming here?"

She glanced inside in disgust, as if she had seen a maggot.

"Barty, Batty." The witch beside her rushed over, struggling to hold the boy's hand, "Don't get angry with your father, please. He, he has no other choice."

"I have no choice?" The boy sneered, and shook off his mother's hand, "He said it himself, he said it himself, he has no son! Is this also a last resort?" He laughed, "I am a coward, but my father Mother at the head, my good mother, when you were in that warm house, talking to the ladies, did you think of me? Do you know how I've had a year? I'm only 19 years old, My good mother, but I'm dying, I'm dying!"

"I told you he wasn't worth it," she said grimly.

The witch kept sobbing, her tears dripped on the floor, her pale face was full of tears, she didn't raise her hand to wipe it, she turned around slowly, stretched out her hand, "Barty," she said softly Say, "I beg you, you must take good care of him in the future."

"You stubborn woman." She frowned displeasedly, and passed a small glass bottle from under her robe, "I'm going to look elsewhere, and find me at the end of this corridor in five minutes." She Walking away, the muffled cries of her wife can be heard behind her.

She was walking in this corridor, and she was surrounded by those damn Death Eaters, those who committed the most crimes, those who killed people without eyes.But now, she doesn't have to worry about them doing her any harm. They all sit in their cubicles, which have no doors, and don't need doors to lock them in, because the corridor There are no fewer than ten dementors on patrol.

Those cold, greedy wall weeds.She thought she didn't like these guys either, but luckily they were on her side now.When that man was in power, they were his best buddies.These guys who can suck it all up.

"Are you waiting for me?" The thin witch walked towards her staggeringly, as if she hadn't walked for a long time, and she lazily reached out her hand to support the witch.

"You'd better keep quiet from now on," she whispered, glancing at the patrolling dementors, "for your own good."

"You look awful." The final item of the Triwizard Tournament, the night Hogwarts finals ended.The dinner that day was much richer than usual, but Jacqueline didn't eat much, and her face was a little pale.

Pansy looked at her, worried. "I don't think you're worrying about these final exams that come so easily to you," she said. "What the hell happened? Are you having those dreams again? Maybe you can Try burning a little of that snaketail, it helped you a lot before, didn't it?"

"It only helps me get a good night's sleep, but it doesn't stop me from dreaming about those things," Jacqueline said, resting her chin in one hand. "I've been..."

At this time, the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight. Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, brave men and Mr. Bagman, to the stadium."

Harry, Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor all stood up. The students in the auditorium applauded them, and their families wished them good luck loudly.The four of them walked out of the auditorium together.

"If everyone is full," Dumbledore continued, "let's go watch the game together."

So they all stood up and walked outside, and they entered the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable.A twenty-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field.

"What did they do to our Quidditch pitch!" Pansy yelled hysterically. It was covered by magic some time ago, so this is the first time all the students have seen such a big maze. "I hope they return our Quidditch pitch after the game."

"I don't think that's a problem." Jacqueline looked at the maze. They were slowly walking up to the stands, filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.The sky is now a clear dark blue and stars are beginning to appear.

The two of them sat down in the Slytherin audience, and Jacqueline felt a little nervous that if they were going to do something, it would be tonight.She looked around for Yuna, she didn't know if her mother was aware of it.

Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Graham walked into the stadium together, walking towards Bagman and several warriors.They all had big red stars shining on their hats, except Hagrid, whose red star was on the back of his terry vest.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and we will have someone to help you, understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, you go!" Bagman said happily to the five patrol members.

The five of them walked away in different directions and distributed around the maze.Then Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter tied for first place with 85 points, Hogwarts!" The applause and cheers sent the birds of the Forbidden Forest flying into the darkening night sky. "Victor Krum, 80 points, No.2, Durmstrang College!" There was another burst of applause. "Fleur Delacour, No.3, Beauxbaton College!"

"Now...Harry and Cedric, listen to my whistle!" said Bagman. "Three, two,—."

With a short whistle, Harry and Cedric hurried into the maze.

Immediately there was a loud noise from the audience stage.

"I don't know what they're cheering for." Jacqueline said, frowning. "We can't see anything here."

Pansy glanced at her and shook her head, "Let's talk about you, you were telling me just now, what have you been doing lately?"

"I mean I've been having the same dream." Jacqueline thought for a while before remembering what she had just chatted with Pansy. "Or rather, I kept dreaming about the same thing that had happened. I kept trying to figure out what was going on, but I couldn't."

"What did you dream about?" Pansy asked in a low voice. Next to them were Malfoy's voices cheering for Krum.

"It's Azkaban," Jacqueline also lowered her voice, "I saw Mr. Crouch, I am Mr. Crouch, he and his wife, his wife seems to be dying, they go to Look at Little Crouch. Mr. Crouch looks like he's going to talk his wife out of a plan. He gives his wife a glass bottle and walks away. But soon, his wife walks back, but This time Crouch treats her completely differently. I don’t understand why I’m dreaming about it, and if it’s like the second project, trying to tell me something, what would it be?”

"If you ask me, Mrs. Crouch tried to save his son," Pansy said.

"Saving his son?" Jacqueline looked startled. "But why? He's sentenced, he's a Death Eater! Shouldn't she be trying to keep him at a distance?"

"Because she's a mother, Jacqueline." Pansy looked at her. "A mother will try to save her child no matter what. Although I don't understand Crouch What is Madam's plan, but I know that she will do her best to save Little Crouch."

"I'm a mother." Jacqueline said softly, "I'm a mother!" She snapped her fingers suddenly and jumped up, "Yes, yes, because she is a mother, it must be so, that's By the way." She said, looking hurriedly towards the Gryffindor auditorium, "Damn it, where is Hermione? Why can't you find her when you need her."

"What did you think, Jacqueline?" Pansy called out, but Jacqueline had already spotted Hermione, and she immediately walked in her direction.