Soul shaping

You won't die, and neither will I, unless they kill us both.Your hurt will be shared with me, and so will I. "

His conjecture was confirmed, and the truth was crueler than he imagined.In the past he would have found such entanglement sweet and stable, but now he only felt fear.

They were tightly bound together, like conjoined twins, they could hardly tell each other apart, but they were different existences after all.The worries from that day flooded into his heart again. He knew that although he liked him, he didn't want to be his vassal, nor did he want to be completely controlled by him... They originally maintained trust and had no privacy, but this unexpected separation Intensified his strong desire to possess and control, and completely broke out the conflict.

Harry gritted his teeth and made up his mind.He doesn't always follow his word, and while it's effortless, he still wants to make his own choices.

"I won't be back soon, Riddle. At least I won't be back in the near future." He tried to calm his voice, "I've already promised him, I promised to help him devour the main soul."

"You promised him?" His voice was cold and cold, and his arm was tightened even tighter. "I won't allow you to do this, Harry. Say no to him, tell him you are mine, and he won't take a single finger from you." Don't try to touch it."

"I've made a decision. I'm thinking about the overall situation, Riddle, so that we only have to face an enemy who is at the same level as you."

"So for this goal, you have to sacrifice yourself? Don't you think it's very great?" He raised the corners of his lips ironically, and slowly put his hand under his clothes, "Oh, yes, you are the savior, so I think Is it right to sacrifice yourself for others?"

"What the hell are you thinking... I didn't sacrifice myself, and I didn't think I was great, I just wanted to do it! I never thought I was a savior, it was just a gimmick made up by others!" Harry shouted When he came out, he knew that these were all his true words, the cage he had been longing to break free from.

Whatever he wants to do has nothing to do with whether he is the savior or not, he just follows his own heart.He doesn't think he has much ability to bear such a responsible name, in fact, he feels that it is incomprehensible to entrust such a task to a child.But since we are in the whirlpool, it is impossible to do nothing.

"Then I want to do it too, Harry. Now," he whispered in his ear.

Harry slept straight into the afternoon the next day, missing breakfast and lunch.When he woke up, the room was empty, and Professor Black had already gone out.Harry looked around, thinking that he still hadn't prepared anything for himself.

But it doesn't matter, he has already thought of a solution.

"Dobby?" he called tentatively.

There was a muffled sound in the air, and a short figure appeared in front of him. Dobby landed on his quilt, and when he realized where it was, he ran down quickly, but still stained some black on the surface of the quilt. stains.

"Ah, Mr. Potter! So you're still alive..." The elf sobbed for a long time when he saw him, Harry comforted him for a long time before he managed to calm down.

"Sorry, Mr. Potter, Dobby is too excited... Your quilt was stained by Dobby, and Dobby will take it for you to wash..." Dobby bowed and apologized, which made Harry a little Embarrassed, he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay Dobby, you don't need to wash it..."

"How can this be done? You can't let Mr. Potter sleep on a dirty quilt!" Dobby put the quilt away involuntarily, as if stuffing it into a storage bag, "Trust Dobby, Mr. Potter, Dobby will definitely Wash it clean, without a speck of dust!"

"Uh..." Harry saw that there was no way to persuade him, so he could only tell Dobby, "Well, Dobby, don't send it over immediately after you wash it, and come back when Professor Black is not in the room. I think he should Wouldn't be happy to know you got into this room."

"Oh, Dobby knows! That man who can't even mention his name is threatening Mr. Potter! If Mr. Potter wants to escape, Dobby is willing to help!" Big eyes, but the shriveled skin around the eye sockets is squeezed even more wrinkled, "Dobby knows a lot of secrets, and the person who can't even mention that name must not know it!"

The words Harry had to say shook him.Maybe with Dobby's help, I can really escape from the cage and return to everyone I trust.The image of last night suddenly flashed in his mind, the boy whispered devilishly in his ear like a gust of wind, his body trembled involuntarily.

"Uh, I don't need this for the time being. I'll let you know if I need help, Dobby." Harry said with a forced smile, "By the way, Dobby, can you bring me something to eat now? I haven't eaten Lunch..." Seeing Dobby's eyes start to well up again, he quickly added: "It doesn't take a lot! A little is enough, really..."

"Oh, Mr. Potter is so pitiful, being abused by the mysterious man like this... Don't worry, Dobby will definitely bring you a lot of delicious food!"

"Ah, it really doesn't take a lot, just a little bit..." Before Harry could finish speaking, Dobby spun and disappeared on the spot.Harry was stunned for a long time, and had no choice but to resign himself to changing into his pajamas.

In the end, Dobby brought a delicious meal that he couldn't finish, everything from orange pie, strawberry cheese, and layer cake, and Harry thought he would like to bring the whole kitchen here.

"Dobby, I really can't eat so much..."

"Mr. Potter, just eat as much as you can, and send the rest of Dobby to those evil guys." Dobby said with a flash of anger in his eyes, and Harry thought that the evil guys he said should be Death Eaters Bar.

Under Dobby's expectant eyes, Harry began to enjoy the sumptuous Chinese meal.The feeling that his empty stomach was slowly being filled made him feel that he was actually very happy if he had something delicious to eat every day.It is estimated that there will be many such forgotten situations in the future. He can't expect Voldemort to bring him something to eat, but Dobby is very sorry for always troublesome...

"By the way, Dobby, can you teach me your culinary magic?"

The elf was wiping tears excitedly, and seemed to be weeping with joy because Harry was so satisfied. Hearing this sentence, he froze in place, his hands trembling, and a choked sob came out of his mouth.

☆、Compound medicine

"Mr. Potter wants to learn culinary magic?" Its voice trembled.

"I have this idea, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work..."

"No, this kind of thing should be done by Dobby..."

"Dobby, I think being able to cook is a very practical skill, and I can't always rely on you to deliver meals to me." Harry felt more and more that his thoughts made sense, "But I don't know that your family has Elf magic, uh, is there some kind of secrecy statute..."

"No, Dobby would love to teach you, Mr. Potter!" Dobby snapped. "Shall we begin now?"

"Don't teach me now, Dobby, I haven't got my wand back yet." Harry stopped it hastily, "I'll tell you when the time comes, I just want to mention it to you now."

"Okay - okay Mr. Potter." Dobby didn't know what to think of, and tears began to well up in his big eyes again. He wiped and muttered, but his tone was extremely firm, "Mr. Do it, and Dobby will support you. Because you are our hope."

Harry paused as he ate the pie, his eyelashes lowered.He really didn't dare to hope for something.But he will try his best to not let himself regret it, nor let the people who believe in him regret it.

He thought a lot about it that afternoon.Thinking about his conversation with Riddle last night, whether what he did was right, whether he should choose to return to his side.Harry thought they all needed to calm down.

They did it anyway later that day, which is one of the reasons he's only waking up now.Riddle's anger was vividly reflected in his crazy possession. He barely knew how he escaped from that dream, fell from chaos into darkness, was abruptly awakened by pain, and then had another frantic occupation.

Harry already knew the real reason for that dream, probably it had something to do with their contract.This contract is bound to the soul, so that they can meet in the space created by the contract in the form of a soul.But Harry didn't want to be in that space anytime soon.

Maybe I need to read the previous books again to learn more about this.Thinking of this, Harry sat down at his desk, turned out the book with a long name, and began to look for content about contract magic.

Contract magic is one of the few ancient magics that directly acts on the soul, and the conditions for its realization are very strict...he already knows this.

Most contract magic needs to rely on the sincerity of the caster's heart. To put it in a more popular way, it is love... This doesn't seem to be very useful.

The specific method of using contract magic varies greatly depending on the content of the contract, but there is a general formula among them, that is: all contract magic needs to be directly controlled by the soul, and the rules of low-level magic basically have no effect on it.Of course, this sounds very idealistic and goes against our common sense.But in this field involving the soul, it's better to discard all common sense, it has no benefit other than restricting your thinking... This seems to be related, Harry thought, his eyes continued to move down.What follows is nothing particularly exciting, and the first book has come to an end.When he was about to put the book back, he saw a line printed in the middle of the penultimate page of the book:

That's all about how to make a contract magic, and then we'll talk about how to break the magic.It is not difficult to disengage the contract magic, and it only needs one of the parties to eradicate the fetters to do it, but it requires a great price...

His gaze seemed to be frozen, and his fingers were pressed stiffly against the edge of the paper, unable to move.A voice in the back of his mind screamed, telling him to stop watching, he didn't need to know this, and it's best never to know!But his gaze still couldn't help but move down, uncontrollably.

Harry put the book aside and rested his head on his arm in a daze.The field of vision is compressed into a small slit, and all the scenes are only separated from a corner of unknown meaning, arranged into small color blocks one by one.

"Hasn't Dobby delivered the quilt yet... It's almost time for him to come back." Harry sighed helplessly, packed the books on the table, and sat back on the bed.

Harry calculated the time very accurately. After 10 minutes, the blue light in the crack of the door went out for a moment, the door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in with the cool summer evening breeze.

"Start action tomorrow," he said as he sat down at his desk.

"So fast?" Harry was taken aback.

"Otherwise, when do you want to wait? I've already found a candidate. Do you know Yaxley?" Professor Black took out a small bottle from his pocket, and there seemed to be a few hairs in it.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

"A person who walks alone, usually a little taciturn, but because of his superb magic power and better task completion, he is more favored." Professor Black said quickly, "Because he doesn't have deep friendship with other Death Eaters, he should It's not easy to show off, and he is in a position closer to the main soul, so it's easier to attack."

"But I don't know him at all, and I don't have any supernatural powers!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you don't need to show superb magic power, Potter." Professor Black seemed to smile sarcastically, "Standing in this position, you just need to put on a show and learn how to manipulate others. It's very simple, isn't it? ?”

"...I can't tell how simple it is."

Professor Black ignored him. He poured the hair from the bottle into a large silver cauldron beside his desk - that cauldron Harry had seen bubbling the other day, and the liquid in the pan immediately Turned into a dark green.He cast several more incantations, and the silver light danced and burned above the cauldron, releasing a fine mist of metallic, grainy fireworks. A little splash.

Harry watched as he deftly stirred the increasingly viscous potion in the cauldron with a thin silver stick, and strangely shaped bubbles kept rising and shattering in the sky.This strange scene made him fascinated, and for a moment he forgot where he was.

After a while, it seemed that Professor Black had finished concocting. He magically caused empty glass bottles to automatically fill up with the dark liquid he had concocted, and then sealed them with corks.

"What is this?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"The polypotion that turns you into Yaxley."

"Potion? I remember it took two months to concoct—"

"There are many ways to speed up your reflexes, Potter." He glanced at him, his tone playful. "You obviously have little knowledge of potions."

Harry ignored his ridicule. Seeing that Professor Black was already planning to take action, he quickly asked, "I said, do you really plan to let me go directly to the stage without preparing anything? I don't care if something goes wrong. "

"I'll show you a few paragraphs of his usual behavior." Professor Black took out a Pensieve as he spoke, and used his magic wand to draw out a few silver memories from his mind and throw them into the basin.He held out his hand to Harry, who reluctantly stood up and walked slowly towards him.

Accompanied by Professor Black, Harry read those brief memories dozens of times in the next few hours. At the end, he felt his head was about to explode, all of which were overwhelmed by Voldemort's high-pitched voice and the death eaters. Filled with laughter.He fell on the bed exhaustedly, and was quickly pushed by Professor Black: "Get up, Potter. Don't sleep here."

"My quilt is dirty..."

"I mean, you sleep in Yaxley's room." Professor Black patted him on the back again, but the boy didn't respond. He seemed to be asleep, breathing steadily.He thought about the feasibility of carrying him to the room, and finally decided reluctantly to let him stay in this room for the last night.

☆, start

Professor Black moved him aside, changed into his nightgown, and pulled up the quilt.He took one last look at Harry, shook his head, and turned off the light. "It's really stupid to be so unguarded."

He lay in bed thinking about his plan, tossing and turning.What he didn't tell Harry was that devouring a soul that already had a body was much more difficult than a normal Horcrux, and the success rate was very low.They are taking risks, and if they fail, they will be doomed.This feeling of a community of destiny somehow satisfied him, and he took the boy's arm and brought him to his side.Unlike usual, when Harry fell asleep, he lost all the defenses he had built up in the usual way. He was so peaceful and stable that one couldn't help but want to destroy it.

He put his hand on his neck, wondering if he would die if he stabbed in from this angle... He still hasn't figured out why he was able to escape again.But he was just thinking about it, he was not willing to kill his belongings at will.

Yes, he really thought so... His belongings, let him call them that... After all, he is the only one who knows that he is still alive, curled up on this small bed in a defenseless posture, as if A cub with restrained claws.

His hand pressed the lightning-shaped scar between his eyebrows, and his fingertips slid across his nose and lips...

Harry was having a dull dream, in which he saw a flying pink motorcycle, an old man with a long white beard, the small cupboard in the Dursleys' house, Dudley's strangely fat face , and a flash of green light.Then the screen turned, and everyone disappeared, and he saw the Halloween night with heavy snowfall, and the bright lights couldn't cover up the darkness in the man's eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was heavy snow, and everything was silent.Everyone fell down, only the baby who didn't understand the world was crying loudly. He didn't know that his parents had died, and from then on he could only see their smiling faces in the photos.He looked at his mother lying on the ground and the strange man in a daze. Suddenly he saw that the man who was supposed to be dead opened his mouth. He tried to figure out what he said, but it was in vain.

Harry opened his eyes abruptly, but it was another silent face that met his eyes.It took him a while to realize that he was in Professor Black's room, lying on his bed, covered with his quilt, being kissed by him.

——Can his kiss make you so distracted?

Harry's back felt cold, and he pushed him away suddenly and sat up.He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Before his left foot hit the ground, he was grabbed by the back of the collar and fell heavily on the bed.

"Where do you want to go?" He pressed his hands from behind, and the two of them were in opposite positions at this time, facing Harry's upside down face from the angle.

"I'm going to Yaxley's room. You knocked him out and put him in the cupboard?"

"It's too late to go tomorrow." As he spoke, he dragged him to his side, kissed him again, and put his hand under his clothes suggestively.

Riddle's closeness always made him feel warm and comfortable, and even though he sometimes wanted him against his will, Harry never really hated him.But the closeness of this person in front of him can only make him disgusted.

"If you want me to cooperate with you, don't touch me casually." He said coldly.

"Do you think you have the right to resist now?" The man snorted, but stopped his movements, "I think you should realize it, Potter, you are now a prisoner."

"But you have something to ask of me, and on this point I am qualified to negotiate with you." Harry sat up and straightened his ripped neckline, "I think it would be easier for me to go to Yaxley's room now." Facilitate the execution of the plan."

Professor Black squinted and stared at him for a long time, his eyes were very unkind.Harry sat upright, straightened his neck and looked at him, forcibly controlling the slight fear in his heart.

"Okay." He finally opened his thin lips and said dryly, "I'll take you there. You pack your things yourself."

Harry didn't have anything to pack, after all he had nothing when he was caught.So he looked around for a week and then looked at Professor Black: "Can you lend me your book?"

"what?"

"It's the book you put on the table, "The Anatomy of the Soul from the Unforgivable Curse." Harry didn't change his face.

"Oh, do you think you can beat me by reading some books?" The man's expression was playful, a sense of superiority mixed with disdain and pity, but Harry automatically ignored it, "You really need to strengthen it properly Ability, although you are still so weak in my eyes."

"Then I'll move out." Harry really didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, he stacked seven thick books together, and staggered out of the room with them in his arms.Professor Black just watched coldly from the side, without any intention of stepping forward to help.

Yaxley's room was at the back of the second floor. In order not to wake up the other Death Eaters, Professor Black cast a Silencing Charm.He walked lightly ahead with his hands in his pockets, while Harry, panting from exhaustion, leaned against the wall to rest for a while before gritting his teeth and moving on.

"Hey, why don't you Apparate...!" Finally arriving at the destination, Harry put the book heavily on the floor and fell on the bed.

"Using Apparation in the middle of the night, do you want to wake everyone up?" There was that sarcastic sneer on his face again, "Potter, if you are still so stupid in your future actions, I can hardly guarantee that you can Live for a few days."

"Since you think I'm stupid, don't ask me for help." Harry rolled his eyes, thinking that he really had enough, and recently he was taunting him almost at full power. Although he turned on the automatic shielding mode, he still felt very accurate.

"I don't want you to be too smart." He walked slowly towards him, and Harry sat up reflexively and moved back, but Professor Black just stood by the bed and didn't approach.

"I put Yaxley in the suitcase, and the suitcase is in the dark box of the bedside table." He folded his hands, his nostrils were clearly illuminated by a triangle of light from the moonlight, and he looked even more handsome and arrogant. I took a bottle of compound potion from here, and I'm making two weeks' supply now, and after two weeks—if you still need it, you have to pull his hair out of the suitcase and give it to me. Also, you He needs to be stunned regularly, preferably every other day, or he'll wake up."

"I see, is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

"The clothes he often wears are in the closet. He comes to me every night after eight o'clock to ask for compound medicine. Also, although compound medicine can reproduce everything, there is one important thing that can't—" He leaned over suddenly, Grabbing Harry's left arm, he lifted his sleeve.Harry was startled and was about to shake him off, but he felt a sudden pain in his arm, and the extreme heat made him almost cry out.And the man's fingers traced strokes on his skin, each touch was extremely hot, as if it was branded on the heart.

"Okay." He let go of his arm and looked at his masterpiece contentedly. Harry lowered his head and clearly saw the hideous pattern printed on his upper arm: a big python spit out from the mouth of a green skeleton, like is a tongue.

Dark Mark.

Harry suddenly felt a little sick, feeling as if he had become unclean.He pulled down his sleeves, out of sight.

"When the Dark Mark is hot, you have to apparate to the side of the main soul. Don't touch this mark indiscriminately." Professor Black warned, "You should be able to apparate, right?"

"...I will find time to practice, don't worry."

"I suddenly began to feel that there are too many things that can go wrong with this plan."

"I've always thought so, Mr. Voldemort." Harry shrugged.

Ministry of Magic.

The big clock hanging on the wall points to a quarter past three. The sapphire pattern on the clock face forms an inverted funnel, and the blue gravel is falling down at a speed of one grain per second.The portraits of past ministers on the wall were winking at Fudge, but he had no intention of paying attention to them now.He paced restlessly around the office, glancing at the open window now and then, scratching his hair out with his hands.

There seemed to be the sound of a feather breaking through the air, and he turned his head hastily, but there was nothing outside the window, but there was a letter on the table out of thin air, with a golden feather sandwiched in it.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't wait to unfold the letter.

To Secretary Fudge:

According to the resolution of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees, Hogwarts is willing to assist the Ministry of Magic to resist the invasion of evil forces within an acceptable range.

Hogwarts will always remember the school motto and vow to fight the dark magic forces to the end.

Yours sincerely,

Hogwarts Council

"Who wants such a meaningless agreement? What I want is a plan, a plan that can be implemented! Hey... these old bones are shirking their responsibilities!" Fudge angrily slapped the letter aside, and his steps became more impatient. "Don't I know the school motto of Hogwarts? 'Sleeping Dragon,' is your attitude? People are panicking everywhere now...Everyone is beginning to doubt my ability and want to see me step down...Maybe I should directly Write to the Order of the Phoenix, there are a group of lazy guys among the school directors..."

He scratched his hair again, picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip: "Dumbledore doesn't know what he's doing, and the "Daily Prophet" has also been hijacked, hey... Letting Harry's story spread is the biggest mistake!"

The doorbell rang suddenly, and before Fudge could say "Come in", a person rushed in. Foley took a closer look and saw that it was his secretary, Percy Weasley. He couldn't help feeling angry: "You are in such a hurry What happened to Zhang?"

"Mr. Fudge, something is wrong! They...they attacked!" The young man was out of breath, and his calmness was different from usual.

"They? Who are they?" Fudge asked loudly, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

"Yes...the Death Eaters!"

☆, against

At this point the Ministry of Magic has been thrown into chaos.Amos Diggory of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts was talking loudly in the office with Cuthbert Mockridge, Director of the Goblin Liaison Office, when suddenly the door was knocked open, and they looked out subconsciously, but were caught The two binding spells caught him off guard.Two men rushed over and took the wands in their pockets and handed them to the leading man.

"Take them to the next room." The man said coldly, turned and left.

The two men pushed Amos and Mockridge aside in a vicious voice, kicking them from time to time to urge them to move more quickly.Suppressing the anger in their hearts, the two staggered and pushed into the office next door. It had been cleaned up and empty, only a few people who were also tightly tied up were sitting in the corner.

"Bagman?! Have you been arrested too?" Amos exclaimed.

Ludo raised his head and looked at them, with a frustrated expression on his face: "I didn't expect that my back was facing the office door at that time...Why did you come here too?"

"Hey..." They all sighed.

"Hey, don't talk to me between each other!" A man said impatiently, turning his head to look at another Death Eater, "Nott, you stay here and watch them."

"Why me?" Nott was very dissatisfied.

"Is that still me?" Crabbe spat, ignored him and strode out.

The same scene was happening in every office. The Death Eaters seemed to have figured out the structure of the entire Ministry of Magic, and they flexibly blocked the staff's escape route, forcing them to be caught without a fight.

And those employees who are not in the office have suffered a heavier blow, because what they will face is the terrifying existence that has made them most at ease——

"Hey...how could this be..."

"Why did the dementor appear here!"

"God, they're here!" a female employee screamed.

Their black cloaks rustled as they dragged on the ground, their rotting mouths gaping open, crunching at the air.The dark, cold, and desperate atmosphere enveloped the shivering men and women. Like ducks that had been strangled, they could not make a sound, and curled up limply on the ground.

"Okay, we can tie them up now."

"Yaxley!" Several men standing next to the dementor turned their heads to look at the person coming, "But we don't dare to get close to the dementor... Should we let them get out of the way first?"

"Idiot, if you get out of the way, they'll recover!" Harry snapped, frowning, and pushed the men away.He walked through the dementor without changing his expression, picked up his wand and shouted at the staff: "Quickly bind!"

The staff of the Ministry of Magic who fell on the ground were tied up without resistance, and Harry turned around and let the dementor leave in a low voice.Facing the Death Eaters, he pointed his arm back vigorously: "Lock them up, I'll go to the next place first."

"Oh, yes... yes."

Dementors wandering around in the corridor, staff members hiding in corners holding wands and screaming, and some men and women running around in a panic.They panicked, but were caught by the Death Eaters who were waiting for the opportunity, and smashed them one by one.

Harry strode down the messy hallway.Those exquisite brass sculptures have been knocked to pieces, and the flowers and plants that were originally placed on the window sill can only see their corpses at this time, and soil, roots, stems and leaves are scattered everywhere.There are also various documents and materials that have fallen on the ground, which can make the fleeing people slip from time to time.

In fact, he was a little scared when he was close to the dementors just now. He still remembered the previous few times when he was close to them, but Harry had to pretend not to be afraid.He had been trying to think of happy things in the process of walking through the dementors, and it seemed to work, a warm force poured from his heart to his limbs, making him feel that these monsters were not so scary anymore .

He walked down a few corridors and took control of some staff members who were trapped by dementors, and the feeling of fear was gradually weakening, and Harry could clearly feel the influence of dementors on him.When he went up to the third floor, he bumped into Mr. Weasley head-on. Both of them were taken aback, and at the same time they raised their wands and pointed at each other.

"Put down your wand, Weasley." Harry lowered his voice, suppressing the deep guilt in his heart, and tightened his wand with his fingers.

"Good idea." Mr. Weasley's eyes were full of hatred, "Even if I die, I will not surrender, just let the horse come here!"

"Then don't blame me for being rude." Harry took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.Forgive me, Mr. Weasley, that really wasn't my intention...

"Passed out!"

"Slippery and slippery!"

Weasley slipped, and the spell went out of position, scraping Harry's hair and hitting the wall.Before Harry had time to make another move, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and quickly backed away to avoid the flying spell.Harry turned his head and saw Hermione and Ron standing at the entrance of the corridor panting, Hermione was still pointing his wand at him, and Ron had already run to Mr. Weasley's side.

"father!"

"Why are you here?!" The man was startled and angry, "Dumbledore asked you to come?"

"We're coming ourselves! I..."

"What nonsense!" Mr. Weasley yelled loudly. "How dare you come! You don't know how dangerous it is here... Hurry back!"

"Dad!" Ron was extremely aggrieved.

"Hermione and you too, why don't you stop... Who else is coming?" He suddenly remembered the existence of Yaxley, turned his head but only saw the back of the man running away in a hurry.

"Uh..." Hermione put down her wand, hesitated.

"Hey, didn't you say that Fred and the others came too?" Mr. Weasley felt like he was going to faint.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and nodded.

In the Department of Magical Transportation, however, a scene with a completely different style of painting was presented at this time.A group of Death Eaters leaned against the wall and vomited, they were so limp that they couldn't even stand upright, and some of them were wearing a big hat that covered the whole head that was difficult to remove, and they were trying to pull it out in vain with hat brim.

The director of the Department of Magical Transportation led his staff to tie up the Death Eaters. He patted the shoulders of a pair of red-haired twins who were almost identical in appearance, and his tone was full of relief: "Really Thank you so much, thanks to you... What are these words?"

"This is a quick-acting skipping candy." Fred blinked. "That's a magic hat. Would you like one, sir?"

"Oh, I think I'll think about it..." The Director nodded.

"Weasley!" A voice sounded from behind, both Fred and George were taken aback.The stairway was filled with all kinds of overturned cardboard boxes, and the quills and manuscripts inside were spread all over the floor. The light came in from the end of the corridor, illuminating the dust floating in the air.A figure loomed in the smoke, jumping over the scattered papers, and ran up to them.

"Malfoy, why are you here?" After recognizing who came, the twins let out a sigh of relief and put down their wands.

"How's the situation?" Draco didn't answer their question.

"Oh, as you can see, we handled it well." George was a little proud.

"Then did you see anyone else? I heard that the Order of the Phoenix has already got involved!"

"Uh, we, Ron and Hermione were hunted down by Death Eaters on the second floor, so we split up... We didn't see anyone else along the way."

Without saying a word, Draco turned around and was about to leave.But before he could take a step, he saw that the way he came had been blocked, and there was already a row of Death Eaters standing there at some point.The leading man has a familiar face. He has long golden hair and a proud and reserved look. The light from behind makes him pale