[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

"We'll find out soon," growled Mr. Diggory. "There's a simple way to discover the last spell cast by a wand, did you know, little elf?" Winky trembled all over and shook her head desperately. .

Mr. Diggory raised his wand and connected it with Harry's wand. "Flashback Charm!" Mr. Diggory yelled.

Hermione gasped as everyone simultaneously saw a skeleton similar to the Dark Mark in the sky appearing from two wands.

"Fade away!" shouted Mr. Diggory. "You've been caught red-handed, little goblin!"

"Amos," Mr. Weasley said loudly, "the wizard who can cast that spell is just a feather. Where did she learn it?"

"Perhaps Diggory is implying," said Mr. Crouch, with cold anger dripping from every syllable, "that I teach my servants the Dark Mark on a regular basis?" A very oppressive silence followed, and Diggory Mr. Lee seemed frightened.

"I'm sure you remember that throughout my long career there has been much evidence of my aversion and hatred of the Dark Arts and all those who practice them, don't you?" Mr. Crouch shouted, his eyes bulging. come out.

"She...she may have learned it from somewhere else by accident..."

"That's right, Amos," said Mr. Weasley. "Winky?" He turned to the elf kindly, but Winky shrank back in fear. "Where on earth did you pick up Harry's wand?" asked Mr. Weasley.

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

Mr. Weasley suddenly realized, "The man must have stolen Harry's wand. After doing this, he phantomed away without using his own wand to avoid being exposed. A moment later, the unlucky Winky accidentally saw the wand. Picked it up.”

"So she was only a few steps away from the real criminal?" said Mr. Diggory impatiently. "Did you see anyone, goblin?" Winky was shaking even more than before. Her eyes as big as lightbulbs looked at Mr. Diggory, then at Ludo Bagman, then at Mr. Crouch.

Then she took a deep breath and said, "I didn't see anyone, sir...no one..."

"Amos," said Mr. Crouch stiffly, "I am fully aware that, according to the normal procedure, you are to bring Winky to your department for questioning. However, I still ask your permission to deal with her by me. Don't worry, she will be punished," Mr. Crouch added dryly.

"Master..." Twinkle looked up at Mr. Crouch, with tears in her eyes, and stammered, "Master...Master, please..."

"I was absolutely shocked by Winky's behavior tonight," Mr. Crouch said slowly. "I told her to stay in the tent while I went to sort out the commotion. I found her disobeying me. That means, clothes !”

"No!" Winky screamed, throwing herself at Mr. Crouch's feet, "No, Master! No clothes, no clothes!"

"She was scared!" Hermione glared at Mr. Crouch and said angrily, "Your house elf is afraid of heights, you can't blame her!"

"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's wishes and uphold his honor."

Winky cried so sadly that Mr. Weasley took Winter and the four of them back. Hermione was unwilling to leave and kept staring at Winky.

"Why did they treat her like that!" Hermione said angrily, "Mr. Diggory kept calling her a goblin, and Mr. Crouch! He knew it wasn't her, but he still had to expel her! He didn't even No matter how scared or sad she is, he doesn’t treat her as a human being at all!”

"Well, she's not human in the first place." Ron said. Hermione immediately turned on him. "That doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings, Ron. It's disgusting that they do that, that..."

"Okay Hermione, let's go back first. It's very dangerous outside." Winter told Hermione to shut up at the right time.

When they arrived at the edge of the woods, a large group of terrified wizards gathered there. After seeing Mr. Weasley, many people came over and asked, "What's going on over there? Who made that mark? Could it be him?"

"Of course it's not him," Mr. Weasley said impatiently. "We don't know who it is. They Apparated. Okay, everyone, please get out of the way. Please, I want to go back to sleep."

Charlie poked his head out of the boys' tent. "Dad, what's going on?" he shouted in the darkness, "Fred, George and Ginny are all back safely, but they..."

"I brought them all back," said Mr. Weasley, bending into the tent. Winter and the others followed him in.

Bill was sitting at the small dining table with a sheet covering his arm, blood was pouring out of it, Charlie had a big tear in his shirt, and Percy was showing off his bloody nose. Fred, George and Ginny looked unharmed, but in shock. Winter looked at Bill's strength and said, "You are caused by a curse. It's not easy to cure."

"Yeah, I tried for a long time." Bill said with a wry smile, "Have you caught them, Dad?"

"No," said Mr. Weasley, "We discovered that Crouch's house elf had Harry's wand, but who conjured the mark, we have no idea."

"Harry's wand?" said Fred.

"Mr. Crouch's house elf?" Percy asked, sounding shocked.

Mr. Weasley, with the help of four people, told everyone exactly what happened in the woods.

After they finished talking, Percy gasped with anger, "If you ask me, Mr. Crouch should get rid of such a house elf! The master clearly told her to stay still, but she ran away, and she is still there with so many Embarrassing the Master in front of Ministry of Magic officials..."

"She didn't do anything, she just shouldn't have been in that place at that time!" Hermione snapped back at Percy, surprising him. Hermione and Percy had always had a good relationship, better than anyone else in fact, and Winter's dissuasion had no effect at all.

"Can anyone explain what that skeleton is? Why is everyone making such a fuss?" Ron asked.

"Let me tell you, this is You-Know-Who's symbol, Ron," Hermione replied before the others. "I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."

"I haven't seen it for thirteen years," Mr. Weasley said softly. "People are naturally very nervous. It's like seeing the mysterious man again. The mysterious man and his followers will leave behind every time they kill someone. Mark this..."

After a moment of silence, Bill said: "Well, no matter who conjured this mark, it did us a disservice tonight. The Death Eaters ran away as soon as they saw it. They apparated one by one in a hurry, and we still There was no time to get close to them and remove the masks from their faces. However, we caught the Roberts family and prevented them from falling to the ground. Now their memories are being modified."

"Death Eaters?" Harry asked, "What are Death Eaters?"

"That's what the followers of You-Know-Who call themselves," Bill said. "I think we saw the remnants of them tonight, and they somehow managed to escape and not be imprisoned in Azkaban."

"But if they were Death Eaters, why did they disapparate when they saw the Dark Mark?" Ron asked, "They should be happy to see it, right?"

"If they are really Death Eaters, after You-Know-Who loses power, they will definitely make up all kinds of lies to say that You-Know-Who forced them to kill and torture others in the first place, so they are more afraid of seeing him come back than the rest of us. That's why I told De Lako Malfoy said that." Winter explained to Ron calmly.

""The person who created the Dark Mark..." Hermione said slowly, "Is this done to show support for the Death Eaters or to scare them away? "

"That's what we thought too, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley. "Listen, it's getting late and your mother would be worried sick if she heard about this. Let's get a few hours' sleep. , then get the door key early and leave here."

As Winter lay on the bed, she decided that she had to do something this time, at least to keep Cedric alive.

After only a few hours of sleep, Mr. Weasley woke them up. Everyone said little along the way because they were all terribly tired and all they wanted to do was get breakfast as quickly as possible. They turned a corner, and the Burrow loomed into view, and a shout came from the path.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!" Mrs. Weasley had been waiting at the door.

"You are all fine," Mrs. Weasley muttered in shock, letting go of Mr. Weasley and looking at them with a pair of red eyes, "You are all alive...Oh, son..." To everyone's surprise, she grabbed She pulled Fred and George into a tight hug, so hard that the twins' heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mom, you're going to strangle us!"

"I yelled at you before you left!" Mrs. Weasley said, unable to help crying, "I've been thinking about this! If the mysterious man captures you, and the last words I say to you Is it because your owls test scores are not satisfactory? Oh, Fred... George..."

Winter's nose felt a little sore when she heard this. She quickly pretended to be very interested in the... tree next to her to prevent others from seeing her abnormality.

Everyone returned to the room, Mr. Weasley read the newspaper and said angrily, "I knew it would be like this," Mr. Weasley said seriously, "Who wrote this? Ah... of course it was her... Rita Skeeter.”

Winter thought to herself, this woman is finally here.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry said suddenly, "has Hedwig come back to me with a letter?"

"Hedwig?" Mrs. Weasley said in a daze, "No, I haven't received a letter."

Harry gave the three of them a meaningful look and said, "Ron, can I go into your room and clean out my things?"

"Okay... I'll go too." Ron replied without hesitation, "Hermione Winter, where are you two?" "Okay." The two girls said immediately, and the four of them filed out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. Go.

"What's going on, Harry?" Winter asked as soon as they entered the room on the top floor and closed the door, "Sirius lives in my house, why didn't he reply to your letter?"

"There's something I haven't told you," Harry said.

"Is your scar hurting again?" After Winter said this, Harry nodded.

Hermione gasped and immediately started making suggestions, while Ron just looked dumbfounded. "But he wasn't there, was he? I mean the last time your scar hurt, he was at Hogwarts, right?"

"I know he must not be at Privet Drive," Harry said, "but I saw him in my dream... He and Wormtail, I can no longer remember the whole situation in the dream. I only remember that they were conspiring to kill each other. Kill...someone."

"You told Sirius about this, didn't you?" Winter said seriously.

"Yeah...what's wrong? Shouldn't I tell him?" Harry was a little frightened when he saw Winter being so serious.

"Sirius, who lives with Lupin at my house, suddenly stopped exchanging letters with you. What do you think is the reason?"

"Because he might not be at your house now, right?" Hermione immediately understood what Winter meant.

"It's possible...you know, he's more relaxed and cares about Harry," Winter said.

"I shouldn't have let him come!" Harry suddenly felt guilty. He felt as if he shouldn't have written that letter to Sirius.

"No one can change what he wants to do," Winter said.

"Okay, Harry, don't think about it, let's have a Quidditch match in the orchard." Ron said, "Three people versus three people."

"Ron," Hermione said, "Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now... He's very upset and tired... We all need to go to bed..."

"Okay, I'm willing to play a game of Quidditch," Harry said suddenly, "Wait a minute, I need to get my fire."

Hermione pulled Winter out of the room and said, "These boys!"