[HP]Blue Soul

"You lost it?" Amos repeated suspiciously. "Are you confessing? You threw away the wand after you conjured the Mark?"

"I hope you can be careful with your words, sir." Qiubai was very displeased with Amos' accusation against Harry.

"That's right, Amos, think about who this is! How could Harry Potter conjure the Dark Mark?" Mr. Weasley responded very angrily.

"Oh—of course not," Amos muttered vaguely, "I'm sorry...I'm out of breath..."

"I didn't leave it there," Harry pointed towards the bushes below the skeleton. "As soon as we walked into the woods, my wand disappeared."

"So," Amos said, turning his gaze back to Winky crouched at his feet, his eyes hardening, "you found this wand, little elf, didn't you? You pick it up, Think you can have some fun with it, don't you?"

"I didn't cast a spell on it, sir!" shrieked Winky, tears streaming down the sides of her squashed bulbous nose like a stream, "I...I...I just picked it up Get up, sir! I haven't conjured the Dark Mark, sir, and I don't know how!"

"It wasn't her!" said Hermione, speaking in front of the Ministry of Magic officials, looking very nervous but not flinching. "Winky spoke in a high-pitched voice, and the voice of the spellcaster we heard just now was much lower!" She said. Turning to look at Harry and Ron, asking for their approval, "It doesn't sound like Winky at all, does it?"

"Yes," said Harry, nodding his head, "that voice was definitely not that of an elf."

"Yeah, it was a human voice," said Ron.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough," growled Amos, not seeming to listen to them, "there's an easy way to discover the last spell cast by the wand, do you know that, elf? "

Winky trembled all over, shook her head desperately, and flapped her ears.Amos raised his wand and docked it with Harry's. "Flashback!" Amos roared.

A hideous skeleton spouting snake letters emerged from where the two wands met, but it was only the shadow of the green skeleton above their heads.It seemed to be made of thick gray smoke: a magical phantom.

"Disappear without a trace!" Amos yelled, and the skeleton made of smoke turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. "How do you say that?" Amos put on a cruelly smug expression, looking at Shining under his feet.

Winky was still shaking violently. "Not me!" she screamed, rolling her eyeballs in horror. "Not me, not me, I don't know how! I'm a good elf, I don't fiddle with wands, I don't know how!"

"You were caught red-handed, goblin!" roared Amos, "with this criminal wand in your hand!"

"Amos," said Mr. Weasley loudly, "come to think of it . . . the wizards who can cast that spell are just a handful . . . where did she learn it?"

"Perhaps Diggory is hinting," said Mr. Crouch, with icy anger in every syllable, "that I regularly teach my servants the Dark Mark?"

There was a very oppressive silence.Amos seemed frightened, "Mr. Crouch...not...absolutely not..."

"By now, in almost obvious language, you have groundlessly accused two people in this clearing who are the least likely to conjure that mark!" roared Mr. Crouch, "Harry Potter —and me! I suppose you're familiar with the boy's past, Amos?"

"Of course—everyone knows—" Amos muttered, looking horrified.

"I'm sure you remember that throughout my long career there has been much evidence of my consistent distaste and hatred for the Dark Arts, and all who practice them, don't you?" cried Mr. Crouch, his eyes rolling Protrude.

"Mr. Crouch, I—I in no way suggested you had anything to do with it!" muttered Amos again, his face flushed behind his brown beard.

"You're accusing me of my elf, Diggory!" cried Mr. Crouch, "where else could she have learned such magic?"

"She—she may have learned it by chance elsewhere—"

"You're right, Amos," said Mr. Weasley, "perhaps she picked it up by chance elsewhere... Winky?" He turned to the elf kindly, but she recoiled in terror, as if he were rushing too. She yelled, "Where the hell did you find Harry's wand?"

Winky twisted the welt of the tea towel she was wearing so hard that her fingers unscrewed it so hard that the welt came loose.

"I—I found it there, sir..." she whispered. "There...in the woods, sir..."

"Understood, Amos?" said Mr. Weasley. "Whoever conjured up the mark, whoever they were, phantom moved away when they were done and dropped Harry's wand. Clever thing they did." , not using his own wand, so as not to reveal himself. A moment later, the hapless Winky caught sight of the wand, and picked it up."

"So she was only a few steps away from the real criminal?" Amos said impatiently, "Did you see anyone, little elf?"

Winky trembled more than before.Her lightbulb eyes looked from Amos to Ludo Bagman to Mr. Crouch.Then she took a deep breath and said, "I don't see anybody, sir...nobody..."

Qiubai felt that Shining's reaction was not quite right.

"Amos," said Mr. Crouch stiffly, "I'm fully aware that, as a matter of course, you're going to take Winky to your Division for interrogation, but I ask your permission to dispose of her. "

Amos didn't seem to agree with the suggestion, but one of his staff couldn't stop a department minister.

"You can rest assured that she will be punished," Mr. Crouch added coldly.

"Lord-lord-master..." Winky looked up at Mr. Crouch, stammering with tears in her eyes, "Master-lord-master, please-please-please..."

Mr. Crouch stared at her, his face hardened, every line stood out, and there was no pity in his eyes. "I was shocked by Winky's behavior tonight," he said slowly. "I told her to stay in the tent. I told her to stay there and I went to fix the disturbance. It means—clothes!"

"No!" Twinkle screamed, throwing himself at Mr. Crouch's feet. "No, master! No clothes, no clothes!"

Qiubai knew that Crouch was dismissing the house-elf, and Winky clutched her tea towel tightly, crying at Mr. Crouch's feet.

"She was terrified!" said Hermione indignantly, glaring at Mr. Crouch fiercely, "Your house-elf has a fear of heights, and those masked wizards are hanging people in the air! She can be forgiven for wanting to escape them, and you can't blame her!"

Mr. Crouch took a step back, out of the grip of the elf.He looked down at Winky as if she were some filthy rot, staining his polished shoes. "I don't need a house-elf who disobeys my orders," he said coldly, looking at Hermione. "I don't need a servant who forgets to obey his master and protect his master's honor."

Winky cried so sadly that her cries echoed in the clearing.There was another very awkward silence, at last Mr Weasley said softly: "Well, if there is no objection, I will take my men back to the tent. Amos, the wand already knows it told us all about it - if you can give it back to Harry, please -"

Amos handed the wand to Harry, who pocketed it.

"Come on, you three, and Miss Shire," whispered Mr. Weasley.

Hermione's eyes were still on the crying elf, and she followed Harry and Ron out of the forest after Mr. Weasley called her.

"What will happen to Winky?" Hermione asked once they had left the clearing.

"The elf who was fired may need to find another job. The premise is that the elf is willing." Qiubai said.

"Why wouldn't you want to?" Hermione asked.

"Some elves will only recognize one master in their lifetime, and they will always be loyal to that family." Qiu Bai said with a sigh.

Mr. Weasley motioned Hermione to move on, saying, "This is not the time to talk about elves. I hope we get back to the tent as soon as possible. How are the others?"

"We got separated from them in the dark," said Ron. "Daddy, why is everyone so nervous about that skeleton?"

"I'll explain to you when I get back to the tent," said Mr. Weasley anxiously.

Qiubai also looked around, but she couldn't see where Severus was.When they reached the edge of the woods, a large group of wizards with terrified faces had gathered there, and seeing Mr. Weasley walking towards them, many of them pushed forward.

"What's going on over there?"

"Who made that mark?"

"Arthur—could it be—he?"

"Of course it wasn't him," said Mr. Weasley impatiently. "We don't know who it is, it looks like they've Disapparated. Now, please get out of the way, please, I want to go back to sleep."

After arriving at the camp, Qiubai went to check his tent first, but Severus was not there.Uneasy and apprehensive, she turned and entered the Weasleys' tent.In the living room, a man with long red hair was holding a sheet to his arm, another man with short red hair had a big gash in his shirt, and Percy was showing off his bleeding nose.

Not far away was Severus, his transformation intact, but also with a bloody gash on the arm of his shirt.Qiubai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked towards Severus, and said distressedly, "Why are you injured?"

"For a few Gryffindors," Severus said through gritted teeth.

"It's all for us." The man with long red hair said apologetically, "Mr. Prince helped a lot, otherwise I might lose my arm. Thank you, Mr. Prince."

"No." Severus replied coldly.

Qiubai sighed, took out a few bottles of hemostatic agent from the bracelet, put two bottles on the table, and then carefully applied the medicine to Severus with his own hands, "Tell me to be careful, but you are not careful." Qiubai was a little sad, with a nasal sound in his voice.

Looking down at Qiubai's trembling eyelashes, Severus softened his tone and said softly, "I'm sorry, Lottie..."

Chomber paused, then resumed administering the medicine to Severus.Seeing that the blood on Severus' arm stopped bleeding and turned into a long scar, "I'll go back and make a potion that will remove the scar." Qiubai stroked Severus' arm gently.

"Yeah." Severus replied softly.

"Don't let yourself get hurt next time, okay, Sev." Qiubai said again.

"Yeah." Severus replied.

"Let's go back to our tent." Qiubai glanced at Harry and Hermione who were discussing the Dark Mark with the Weasley family, and said to Mr. Weasley, "Let's go back to our tent." He asked again Harry, "Want to sleep with me?"

Harry thought for a while and said, "Not yet, Mother Charles, take good care of the professor."

"it is good."

As soon as Qiubai and Severus returned to their tent, Qiubai pulled Severus into the room, muttering, "What kind of scare is this, it's bloody!"

"I'm fine, Lottie." Severus held Qiubai's hand to calm her down, "I just met a few dark wizards pretending to be Death Eaters, and they've all been caught."

Qiubai pushed Severus to sit on the bed, cupped Severus' face, and kissed him on the tip of his nose.From the tip of his nose his face and hair returned to their original form.Qiubai pressed Severus' forehead and looked into the deep black sea of ​​his eyes.

"I'm just a little worried..." Qiubai said.

Severus sighed softly in his heart, and chose to change the subject, "Well, what happened to Potter?"

"Did you see it? The Dark Mark." Qiubai sat next to Severus. "Someone used Harry's wand to release the Dark Mark. The only suspicious person is a house-elf. That's Barty The Crouch house-elves, I watched them carefully. The house-elves have been hiding something, and Barty Crouch is nervous about it. He has basically no trace of the Imperius Curse ..."

"Barty Crouch?" Severus mused.

"He's very suspicious." Qiubai thought about some of Crouch's actions at that time, "When he heard that he had caught a man in the woods, he was very flustered, and when he saw Shining, he became even more anxious, and immediately Anxiously ran into the woods to see. He was very nervous and kept hiding, who could it be?"

"Barty Crouch Jr." Severus said firmly, "but Barty Jr. is dead...in Azkaban."

"Azkaban is not unbreakable," Qiubai said.

"Also, maybe the person who died wasn't Barty Crouch Jr. at all?" Severus speculated, "If someone replaces Barty Jr. by changing his appearance, that would work too."

"Compound Potion?" Qiubai understood what Severus meant.

"Yeah." Severus replied.

"If the person who released the Dark Mark was Barty Jr., then what was his purpose?" Qiubai suddenly realized, "Could it be...he has seen Voldemort?"

Severus sighed, "Should...if he had met Voldemort, then it was probably him who sent the letter to Lucius and the others. He is a fanatical admirer of Voldemort."

"He escaped, maybe returned to Voldemort's side." Qiubai said with a headache, "We can't find where they are hiding..."

"Since we have to wait for Voldemort, there won't be many waiting for him." Severus said in a deep voice, "As for old Batty, I have also observed it. He doesn't look like he has been cast with the Imperius Curse."

"I think so too." Qiubai said, "But it doesn't make sense. If he was under the Imperius Curse before, why didn't he take any action? Normally, he is the kind of person who will never appease the Death Eaters."

"I have two guesses, for his son, but considering that he sent his son directly to Azkaban, this is unlikely. Then there is another possibility that his memory has been modified." Severus said.

"He forgot the memory of being cast with the Imperius Curse by Voldemort?"

"Not only forgot, but also made him think that the Triwizard Tournament was what he wanted to promote."

"Sev, I think we can confirm this conjecture, I remember you will be Legilimency."

"Using Legilimency on Old Barty? He's a senior official of the Ministry of Magic."

"But we have something on him."

Qiubai laughed mischievously, Severus liked her being so mean-spirited a little bit, thinking of his interrupted marriage proposal, and thinking of the injuries he had suffered to save a few impulsive red heads, he felt that he Need to find someone to charge some interest.

Stretching out his long arms to push Qiubai down on the soft bed, Severus hugged her from behind and bit the tip of her ear, which was beginning to turn red.The two who had just returned from the battlefield went to another battlefield together.The atmosphere began to heat up, and whether it was Voldemort, the Death Eaters, or the Crouches, they were all left behind.

The night... is a bit long.

The two were awakened by shouts from outside the tent, "Mr. Prince! Mr. Prince! Mrs. Prince! Are they here..."

Unhappy to be woken up, Qiubai huddled under the quilt, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "You go, you go."

Severus grabbed Qiubai who hadn't opened his eyes, gave her a suffocating kiss, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a little complacency, and picked up the shirt and trousers on the ground in a good mood and put them on on the body.

"Disguise Charm, Lottie." Severus put his hands on the sides of Qiubai's head, the distance between them was only a few millimeters from the tip of his nose.

Qiubai gave Severus a non-threatening look, but was defeated by his deep black eyes.Reluctantly, she pulled her arm out from under the covers and cupped Severus' cheek.With the tactic in her mind, Severus' face and hair gradually became what they were yesterday.

When Severus left, Qiubai hid under the quilt and stared fiercely at Severus' back. She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep for a while, but the drowsiness might have just been taken away by Severus, her brain is now Very sober.

After rolling around twice wrapped in the quilt like a caterpillar, Qiubai still got out of bed.When Qiubai walked outside the tent, the person who talked to Severus had already left, and Qiubai could only see the back of that person, who looked a bit like Ludo Bagman.

"Where are the people here?" Qiu Bai looked at the desolation around him in surprise. Yesterday's densely packed tents all disappeared, and their tents looked like an isolated island on this plain.

"Leaving before dawn." Severus pursed his lips, motioning Qiubai to look at a piece of parchment pasted on the tent.

Qiubai took a closer look, and saw Harry's handwriting, with a sticking charm cast on it, and even a waterproof spell thoughtfully cast on it.After Qiubai lifted the spell, he looked at it, and it read: I went back to the Burrow with Ron and the others, and I didn't want to wake you up, so I left a note, hoping that Hermione's sticking spell can last longer .

"They went back." Qiubai folded the note and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans, "Let's go back too. By the way, that was Mr. Bagman just now?"

"Well, the Ministry of Magic is demolishing the stadium." Severus said, "By the way, Mr. Bagman, he really has no money at the moment. Please give us some time for those owed."

"Ha, I thought he didn't dare to say these things, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong?" Qiubai wrinkled his nose, "I don't mind waiting a little longer, when the time comes, I will also get George and Fred's share back."

It took less than 3 minutes for them to pack up their tent and get home, which is the magic of magic.Qiubai who fell in the yard suddenly remembered something and slapped her head. She said, "Where did Sirius go? He didn't even go to the Quidditch World Cup?"

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Missing Sirius...