[HP] Born to be a pair

The atmosphere froze for a moment, more tense than when Travers insulted Neville, and they all noticed that the question was strange.

For the black-robed wizard's hypocritical face was gone, and now he was glaring at Renee like he was catching a sneaky mouse.

"Don't dare to say, do you?" His slender lips rolled down. "If you have a wizard relative, no matter how difficult it is, you have to ask him to go to the Ministry of Magic to prove your identity for you. But now, you can't even You can’t even say your parents’ names?”

Renee also straightened her lips and stared back with fire-breathing eyes that gave a sense of inviolability.

"My father was a Muggle," she said without fear. "I'm sure you haven't heard of him. His name is Greg Hawke."

"I would rather never have heard of this name in my life," he snorted. "So, where is your mother?"

"Amelia, she's a witch."

"Amelia Bones?"

"No," Renee paused, "Amelia Vance."

The black-robed wizard repeated the name repeatedly, as if digging for some relevant information in his mind, and checked the yellowed paper repeatedly.

The palms of Neville's hands holding the body of the staff were already sweating, and when he showed his ugly face, he knocked him over with one blow.

Only he can do it, only he can do it, and then he can take her to the end of the world, and Ginny and Luna can restart DA in the school safely.

"... Ho." After a long silence, the black-robed wizard seemed to remember something, looked at Renee with weird eyes, said nothing else, put away the list, turned and left the box.

The glass door was not covered, and it slid closed again, separating the box from the corridor, leaving this room unbelievable.

"What?" Ginny asked. She didn't understand what the name meant, and she just thought that the Death Eaters had found out about Renee's mother who had lost her early life.

"No, it's nothing..." Renee's face was slightly pale. She kept hiding her mother's real name, just not wanting to cause any trouble for Aunt Abigail, but the strange expression of the Death Eater just now made her feel uncomfortable. Uneasy.

The train arrived, and every student was driven off the train like livestock by the swaggering Death Eaters, in order to check whether there was any wanted criminal hidden among them-such as Harry Potter.

They didn't allow the children to speak loudly or communicate in low voices, and if they weren't afraid of these pure-blooded offspring fainting in the mud, they might not allow everyone to breathe.

"I thought you guys had already checked it out," Neville stared coldly at the Death Eater in front of him, "he's not here."

And their answer to this was a merciless hex that knocked Neville off the side of the carriage and into the jungle.

"Neville!" Renee screamed and chased after her, and the other students also gasped, especially the children who had just entered the second grade, with tears of fear in their eyes.

This is their punishment for challenging authority. Neville is just the beginning, and it is also a benchmark for deterring others.

Hogwarts had never been so eerie, and the weather spell on the ceiling was almost driven mad by the Death Eaters sitting at the staff table.

It had no choice but to eat away at their malice, and gathered full and low-hanging dark clouds, crackling with lightning and thunderbolts, to always alert these students who were forced to sit up straight.

In the place where Headmaster Dumbledore used to sit, now Severus Snape was sitting upright. He was still wearing a simple and large black robe, and his gloomy face looked uncertain under the dancing candlelight.

Due to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic—all young wizards in Britain must enroll—the empty four long tables were filled again, and Renee was once again surrounded by familiar faces.

Padma Patil, Mandy Blocher, Lisa Dupin, Morag McDougal and Sue Lee.

At the faculty dining table, apart from the three Death Eaters who had revealed their identities, the other professors also had cold faces. Even when Snape got up to give a speech for the new semester, they never gave any support.

"This semester," said Snape, "less troubles and no night outings. Here, I would like to introduce the new Professor of Muggle Studies, Alecto Carrow, and Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ami Cus Carroll."

There was silence in the auditorium, with a vulgar, melancholy solemnity.

Renee couldn't help but imagine what Snape was seeing from above?

Will it be the hateful stares of all the students?

Alecto Caro was a small, strong witch, who seemed to care nothing about the opinions of these students, and was gnawing her fingernails lazily.

Her older brother, Amycus Caro, was not so easy to deal with. The crooked man with a strange grin on his face slammed the table, attracting all eyes.

"Crazy idea," he said lightly, "I just thought you wouldn't welcome us."

Sparse applause sounded from the long table of Slytherin, and the professor's applause full of humiliation began to be heard on the staff table, and finally evolved into the auditorium almost being overturned by violent applause.

"Excellent," Amycus grinned, showing yellow teeth, "I'm so touched."

Renee wanted to punch his dirty teeth out, had done so since the first time she saw him, and now that she and the siblings were meeting for the fourth time, her hatred for them only grew.

The three empty beds were filled again, warm and soft wool quilts on the four-poster, and on it sat the three girls who had returned to Renee.

But the room full of people was full of loneliness and sadness, as if the joy of the past had slipped through the window and dissipated in the overcast sky.

"We've already bought tickets," Mandy said with a pale face, holding her legs tremblingly, "Go to Norway, I heard that the Northern Lights can be seen there."

The others didn't speak, and sat on the bed preoccupied.

Renee knew that she must be eager to find a gap to vent, so she answered softly: "So, what happened next?"

"Later...they found us near the pier, pointed at my dad's nose, told us to go home...and cast the Cruciatus Curse on him on the spot..."

Mandy began to sob softly. No one would deny the sadness and despair in her crying, but no one comforted her either. She just stared blankly at the dark blue curtain with the Ravenclaw emblem, and gradually entered Unsteady dreamland.

In the early morning of the next day, when everyone was eating breakfast mechanically, the class schedule was issued.

Fortunately, I don't know whether it was the professors' arguments or Snape's conscience, the Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies courses on the curriculum were not much more than other courses.

The first class of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's seventh grade is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although everyone here is basically 17 years old, there are still some timid students who can't help but tremble secretly.

A stout, hunchbacked man slowly stepped onto the podium, his face as pale as dough was expressionless, and his small mung bean eyes rolled around, as if he was looking at the students in the entire classroom.

"I don't know how your old professors taught—" Amycus grinned grimly, "I don't give a fuck! So, anyone who has any questions please let me know hold on!"

Mandy let out a loud sob that seemed to please the vulgar fellow, whose glee was accentuated by his haughty attitude, his narrow brow made ugly by victory.

There was nothing ugly about that smug face.

"Now, pick up your textbooks."

Amycus pretended to pick up the textbook in his hand, and Renee recognized it as the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook that Snape had used last year.

But he only turned a few pages, and his patience was exhausted, and then he rudely threw the textbook back to the podium with a "boom".

"What a boring piece of shit," he said, "let's get right to the action."

Mung Bean Eyes turned again, cruising over each of the students with their heads down, Renee's heart was pounding, and Amycus suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at a silent blond Hufflepuff.

"You, come out!"

The Hufflepuff boy looked up in panic - it was Wayne Hopkins!The blood on his face disappeared suddenly, his eyes widened in fear, and he froze on the seat, not daring to move.

"No!" Su took a breath of air in horror, and was covered by Morag who was beside him desperately.

And Amycus ignored her, just stared at Wayne with cold eyes, and shouted arrogantly and arrogantly: "Get out of here!"

Wayne finally moved. He walked up to the podium tremblingly, exposing his sweaty forehead to the eyes of the other students, and Amycus said, "Hold your wand in your hand, don't let anyone say I bullied a student."

"Wh-what?" Wayne didn't know why, and under the impatient urging of Amycus, he reached for his wand in his robe pocket.

"Fire!" Amycus shouted suddenly, waving his wand before Wayne took out his wand. A continuous stream of flames emerged from the tip of the wand, directly igniting Wayne's robe.

Wayne panicked even more. He even forgot how to use his wand and tried to extinguish the flames with his bare hands. The hot flames scorched his robe and skin, and black smoke immediately filled the air.

Amycus stood by and laughed, showing all his teeth.

No one would have thought that as a professor, he would cast a spell on the students, and the classroom began to become chaotic. Renee, who was sitting in the first row, stood up abruptly, drew out her wand, aimed at the cluster of flames and shouted: "Clear water is like a spring!"

A jet of water shot out from the tip of the staff and rushed towards the flames, quickly extinguishing the source of the fire, and the black smoke turned into a white mist of water vapor, making a chirping sound.

"Wayne! Are you okay—" Su pressed forward with her limp legs and asked, she almost forgot about the other person on the podium, and was only concerned with greeting Wayne.

And this forgotten man——Amycus Carrow's face darkened instantly, stood behind the two of them and cast two more spells, knocking the two of them into the air, and fell hard into the desktops of other students. slipped a trace.

There were screams one after another, and Amycus stepped forward again, picked up Renee's chin with the tip of his stick, stabbed her throat hard, and roared angrily: "I told you! Who allowed that? You cast a spell?"

"No one," Renee said calmly, "I just wanted to help him."

"Help him?" Amycus looked at her sarcastically. "What kind of character are you? How dare you go against my order to help him!"

"My name is Renee Hawke," she raised her head proudly, ready to be tortured by him, "but no matter who I am or what character I am, anyone who sits in my position will be willing to help him of!"

The girls around her all stood up, Padma, Lisa and Morag, and Su, who had just sat down tremblingly, also stood up with the help of Morag, and stood silently on Renee's side. behind.

Then there were the Ravenclaw boys, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Koner and Terry Boot.

Immediately afterwards, under the surprised eyes of Amycus, Hufflepuff also stood up from his seat, glaring at him silently and angrily.

"Okay, great!" Amycus was furious, the wand poking Renee's throat deeper and deeper, almost sinking in, making her want to gag or cough desperately.

"Don't think you're so proud of being protected," he glared at her threateningly, "She's not considered a big shot... You'd better pray that she never loses the respect of that grown-up."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Amycus rushed out the door angrily. Before leaving, he casually cast a few stun spells and impediment spells, regardless of how many students were hit.

At the same time, the students who heard what he said just now looked at the pale and shivering Renee.

The author has something to say:

Uh huh huh, has anyone guessed who this is?Renee was not taken away, but what happened if she was confirmed as a mixed race?

Let's add an extra prize, hehe~

Since it’s a public reward, it’s fine if someone on the first third floor answers correctly~

感谢在2021-12-1421:52:10~2021-12-1720:53:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of turquoise;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!