28 ways to die for HP wizards

In the middle of the Transfiguration class the next afternoon, Professor Glashorn called Elizabeth away with curious eyes.In his office, Miss Hansenton was sadly informed of the death of her Uncle Squib.

For a moment Elizabeth wondered what was going on, Uncle George?die?What can these two words be related to?So the first words she blurted out were:

"What?" It's kind of silly.

"Of course, I understand your feelings. I just received an owl letter from Ms. Hanselton, just now..." Professor Glashorn's tone was sincere and regretful, and he even felt that Hanselton was entangled by bad luck. up.

"Professor, can I borrow the fireplace in your office?" Elizabeth just wants to rush to the United States to find out what happened. The Floo network leading to the United States must be approved by the International Joint Division of the Ministry of Magic. Waiting for them to open it, how about Go back to the manor first, and then ask Coco to send her to America.

"Of course." Professor Glashorn readily agreed.

Although he hid his surprise well, Elizabeth sensed Glashorn's surprise at her coming home from leave.Of course, from the wizard's point of view, the Squib family is still somewhat different from the family, that is, the other party is Hanselton.

Bad news always comes one after another. When Elizabeth returned to the manor from the Floo network opened by Professor Glashorn in a mess, she saw Aunt Catherine who was not supposed to be at the manor welcoming her.

Elizabeth suppressed all doubts, politely thanked Professor Glashorn's face in the green flame of the fireplace, and stood with her aunt to receive comfort. This was just a few minutes of etiquette conversation, but it felt a bit long to Elizabeth.

Finally, when she was alone with her, Elizabeth couldn't wait to ask her:

"Aunt Catherine, you should be on vacation in America, right?" Logically speaking, without the guidance of a wizard in the family, Catherine would not even be able to enter the magic secret room, let alone the manor, but she did show up.

Catherine still followed her usual practice, ignoring Elizabeth's words. She just smiled and stroked her belly with a look of fascination.

Elizabeth felt like her hairs were standing on end. She looked at Aunt Catherine, who was wearing a black robe that was very large and not slim, and she was nervously stroking her flat belly. She had a very bad feeling.

She even wanted to say to Catherine, please don't say anything, don't say anything.

"I'm pregnant!" Catherine gave Elizabeth an excited hug and whispered joyfully in her ear.

Elizabeth held Catherine's waist, which was never more than 20 inches thin.

"The waistline hasn't changed yet." Catherine giggled, like the roses blooming in the manor, she has always been a delicate beauty.

But at the same time being conservative, Elizabeth became more and more anxious. She endured it, and she was afraid that she would be questioned as soon as she opened her mouth. Aunt Catherine was different from Uncle George, she was too weak to withstand the wind and rain.

"I didn't need to trouble you to come back, but Ke Ke said that it can't be dealt with, so it must be brought back." Aunt Catherine put her arm around Elizabeth's shoulders and led her to the guest room on the second floor, pointing to the four-poster bed in the curtain.

"Coco said it can't handle it, and I don't know what to do." Aunt Catherine's tone was relaxed, just like she always acted like a spoiled child to her young niece.

Elizabeth seemed to hear the sound of her own blood freezing. She didn't even look at Catherine, and turned her head to stare at the house elf at the foot of the bed who seemed about to faint.

Coco was covered in wounds, trying in vain to cover herself with the dangling cloth at the foot of the bed, peeping at Elizabeth with her big eyes that were about to cry.

"Coco, prepare hot tea, lock Catherine in the room, make sure she can't see anyone, including the portrait! Don't let her come out without my order."

Elizabeth squeezed these words between her teeth, and forced herself to look at the corpse on the bed through her sore eyes.

Not George, worse than that.

On the big white bed, the bedding that exudes all kinds of pleasant aromas has changed beyond recognition. The stench from the large brown blood stains, mixed with the aroma of magic, makes people dizzy.

It was once a witch sleeping peacefully in the bed, now the body is separated.The severed head seemed to still have a dreamy smile, and the body was wearing pajamas, sleeping peacefully without any struggle, which seemed familiar.

Hannah Holt, a clerk at the boot shop on Bolubo Road, is a witch who sold more than 100 pairs of red dragon boots as golden lizard boots.

Elizabeth swore that when she dismissed her she never expected to see her again under such circumstances.

On the side, Coco has already dealt with everything, and the hot tea is placed on the small table in the room. It is shivering and screaming sharply:

"Coco's a bad house-elf..." cried, throwing his head over the bedpost.

"Stop, tell me, what's going on?" Elizabeth didn't follow the usual practice to tell Coco not to punish herself, and asked directly, pointing to Hannah Holt's body.

Elizabeth listened to Coco's upside-down narration with a blank face. The stench of corpses in the room mixed with the aroma of bedding and burning candles made her a little dazed again. She didn't realize that she was crying until her hand holding the wand felt touched. His face was full of tears.

Coco sobbed and looked at Elizabeth, it was a house elf, it couldn't hurt the wizard, it couldn't help Miss Catherine dispose of the wizard's body, it made Miss Elizabeth feel pain.Coco screamed and slammed into the bedpost again, as if trying to knock her brains out.

Elizabeth had no intention of yelling to stop, and what broke their tragic conversation was the picture of a girl hanging in the guest room.Hurriedly rushing to this picture frame, it was Elizabeth's great-great-grandfather who frightened the shepherd girl by the river in the portrait. This is a bald, round old man. At first glance, he even looks a bit like Professor Glashorn. shouted.

"Coco, hurry up, the children are hungry, hurry up and prepare something, why didn't Catherine take good care of the little wizards today? Where is she?"

Elizabeth is the owner of the manor. In front of Elizabeth, Coco dare not obey the call of the portrait, but it is so eager to take care of its little masters, so it can only look at Elizabeth anxiously.

Elizabeth, however, unexpectedly struck the great-grandfather in the portrait. The girl and the sheep were so frightened that they didn't know where to hide. The portrait also fled quickly, leaving only a dilapidated bottom on the wall. Paintings, empty forests and creeks seem to be like the Hanselton family estate.

The author has something to say: I feel that there are many places in this chapter that are not well expressed...but I can't change it, my head is too big.