Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

The wind whistled in Trelawney's ears, her legs were trembling, and the sweat on her palms made it difficult for her to hold the flagpole that was the only thing that gave her a sense of security.The wand was not in her hand, she had her eyes closed and did not dare to look down, and she could not even cast a hover spell on herself as she slid down the spire.

"So, can you tell me - who broke my wand?" The red-haired boy in front of me was sitting on the edge of the tower (dangerous action, required by the plot, readers are not allowed to learn, thank you for your cooperation), shaking his two Only legs.

"I can't say." Trelawney insisted - she saw the mark on the back of the boy's neck.

"Why?" Andy didn't look angry: "Can you tell me the reason?"

Trelawney said nothing.

"I hate silence." Andy frowned.

After snapping her fingers one by one, Trelawney screamed together with the raging wind - it was the Cruciatus Curse, but not that strong. Trelawney slipped on the spire of the castle tower, holding on tightly with the bone-breaking pain. That thin iron pole.

"Don't you want to say it yet?" Andy spoke very softly, knowing that he only had this chance.

The pain intensified. The divination class professor's legs were frantically kicking on the steep roof to find a point of strength. Her fingers could no longer hold her. She bit her lip and tried her best to endure the intensifying pain.

"Aren't you still willing to say it?" The boy smiled and suddenly disappeared on the roof.

Trelawney cried out. She had never been so humiliated. A third-grade child was trapped on the roof and forced to confess with the Cruciatus Curse. No, that was not a child, that was a demon!He shouldn't have been born!

Sybill Trelawney's fingers slowly moved downwards. She could hardly hold on anymore: "Oh my God! Merlin! Is anyone there?!"

There was only wind around, which made her face hurt.

She groped with her feet and stepped on a tile. The tile quickly shattered and fell off, sliding down the slope without even making a sound.

She didn't dare to move, so she could only resign herself to fate, hoping that Dumbledore would appear at this moment and pull her up: "Come on, Sybil, don't be afraid, I'll take you down."

But what she was waiting for was not an old man with a white beard.

Instead, there were four or five black shadows, and through her tear-filled glasses, her heart trembled.The surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and the glasses seemed to be frozen: "No, no, please! Please!"

Andy's voice rang in her ears: "Are you still not going to say it?"

"I can't...I can't...I promised Dumbledore!" The divination class professor shook her head and sobbed. Her sense of light dimmed, and the surrounding wind suddenly became quiet. A cold hand held up her chin: "No, no." She muttered, and the rotten chin came close to her head.

Andy was standing downstairs at this time. He didn't know the protective spell, so of course he had to put himself in a safe place.He watched Trelawney on the top of the tower gradually let go of one arm, then the other palm, and finally the few remaining hooked fingers - she rolled down the slope, and then hung. The stopping curse intercepted him.

"Crucio." The burning sensation all over her body made Trelawney wake up from a coma. There was only the blurry shadow of the red-haired boy in her eyes. The dragonfly glasses had gone somewhere long ago. With her disheveled hair, she looked like a Jeep Crazy old woman.

"So do we want to do it again? Professor Trelawney?" Andy snapped his fingers, and the two of them returned to the familiar roof again: "My patience is limited, Professor. Next time, I may not catch it. You, okay, I guess, where to start?"

"Please, please, no, I can't say."

"Ah, that's right! Heart-breaking!" Andy clapped his hands, his voice a little excited: "I'm coming, please hold on tight!"

"It's Peter Pettigrew! It's - Peter - got -" Trelawney wailed.

"What? Where is the broken wand?" Andy's voice was trembling: "Where is it? Tell me where it is!"

"Burned by Dumbledore! Burned by - him -" Trelawney collapsed completely. She let go of her grip on the flagpole and let herself fall from the tower, just before she was about to hit the ground. In a second, Andy snapped his fingers and sent her back to the divination classroom.

Peter Pettigrew!Peter Pettigrew!I will fight you till death!

Trelawney suddenly appeared in the Divination classroom at Hogwarts, startling everyone. This crazy woman cried bitterly and cursed Lawrence as a devil. Everyone remained silent, obviously frightened by her.Cedric knelt down and wanted to ask Andy where he was, but Trelawney was mumbling and incoherent, making everyone feel that the divination professor had been tortured a lot.

This made everyone in the classroom very silent.Although Andy suffered first, it seemed that many illegal methods were used to interrogate Trelawney, and everyone hesitated as to whether they should continue to help this dark wizard classmate.

"Send her to Madam Pomfrey. I think Andy went too far this time, Malfoy!" The Hufflepuff prefect broke the silence and began to direct and dispatch again: "Don't make the matter outside the school yet -"

"I know how to do it!" He interrupted impatiently, Goyle, you stay here, Crabbe, we go back to Malfoy Manor. "

"Justin, Professor Lupine is looking for him all over the world. You have to hold back Dumbledore." Cedric had a headache: "We can't let him know that there is Sirius Black, or else St. Mungo and Andy has to enter the Auror interrogation room. Go find Lavender and ask her to divine where Professor Snape is."

"No, no!" A little eagle appeared at the door panting: "Professor Snape just called him from the top of the tower! Just go and hold Dumbledore! Terry asked me to come over and report the news , Professor Luping also rushed over!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if someone who was the backbone and backbone was back.

Why don't you, Professor Dumbledore, go back to Neumont, Austria to retire?