Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

After doing all this, Moody paused in the air, as if he was relieved.

"We have to go where we need to go, and the Portkey's time is limited," he said. "You don't need to be so nervous. I have observed that only four Death Eaters have caught up during this period. This means that we are safe for the time being."

Soul nodded slightly and lowered his wand, but his hand still held the wand tightly.

But the strange thing is that until they passed through a film and landed in a courtyard, nothing happened.

"You are finally here." An unpleasant, drake voice sounded.

Seeing this man with a drake voice, Suer suddenly remembered how Moody died.

Mundungus!

Yes, Moody's death is not not described in the original work. In the original work, Moody was killed by Voldemort at the moment they passed through the protective range.

But, what about Voldemort?

Among the dozens of Death Eaters, there was no sign of Voldemort.

Where has he gone? !

As Suer thought about it, his eyes kept scanning Mundungus and behind him. When there was no real safety, letting down his guard was tantamount to getting his head kicked in.

Moody quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Mundungus.

"When did I catch you, I mean the first time!"

Mundungus immediately put up his hands, "Oh, don't be impulsive, what happened."

"One last chance to give you your answer." Moody said coldly, a magic spell on the tip of his staff ready to go.

"You've caught me too many times," Mundungus muttered. "Let me think, let me think, yes, I remember. Gragg's Curiosity Shop, a box of glitter. gem..."

"Okay, where's the portkey?" Moody put down his wand before Mundungus could finish.

"Here." Mundungus lowered his head and kicked the tattered boots beside his feet, "What happened?"

"Someone has rebelled."

Moody said coldly, bending down to pick up the tattered boot, but he didn't notice that at the moment he bent down, Mundungus lifted up what looked like a pipe, and the pipe's chimney was flashing. green light.

"careful!"

Soul never let down his guard. When he realized something was wrong, he subconsciously raised his wand.

Two rays of light, one red and one green, exchanged instantly. The red light missed the green light and shot towards Mundungus unabated.

But at the moment Mundungus fell to the ground.

The door behind him exploded instantly, and several figures in black robes raised their wands inside.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Armor protection!"

When he was prepared, Sur's reaction was not unpleasant, but how could a shield withstand several life-killing curses?

Fortunately, Moody's many years of combat experience saved him. The moment Sur reminded him and briefly blocked the life-killing curse with a protective spell, Moody bent over and rolled, avoiding the life-killing curse. Holding the tattered boots that were originally at Mundungus' feet.

One of the failed Killing Curses fell on Mundungus. Silently, Mundungus went to see Merlin. The rest of the Killing Curses rubbed Moody's body and fell to the ground, exploding a pit. At the same time, the soil is dyed with a layer of green.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The red light instantly shot towards the Death Eaters behind the door who were already condensing the second Killing Curse.

With a deafening bang, Soul pounced on Moody.

A flash of blue light.

Before leaving, Suer clearly saw a green light reaching mid-air.

The scene spun and blurred, and when it became clear again, a trembling voice sounded in my ears, "Prove to me who you are."

It was Hermione, with her wand pointed at herself, and beside her stood a sullen Tonks.

"In the stage play at the end of elementary school, I played Juliet and you were Romeo." Su Er quickly reacted and answered softly while supporting Moody.

Are you surprised or surprised? At the beginning of this book, in that elementary school end-of-term stage play, Soule, who was wearing a lace dress, played Juliet, a man pretending to be a woman.

Hermione immediately put down her wand and rushed over. There was a hint of crying in her trembling voice. She glanced up and down, left and right, at Soul.

"Great, you're okay, great."

Sur allowed himself to be pulled back and forth by Hermione, raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of curvature, and hugged Hermione with his backhand.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm not hurt at all."

At this time, everyone in the room quickly ran out, including three Harrys, Hagrid, Remus, and Mr. Weasley.

"Fortunately, you are okay." Lupine breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Moody, who stood up. "We have been betrayed, Mad-Eye, and the Dark Lord knows our plan tonight."

"I already know who betrayed him." Moody looked serious. "I'll tell you later. Have everyone else arrived?"

"Only George and Sirius haven't come back yet." Lupine looked worriedly at the night above his head.

At this moment, a little blue light lit up in the deep night, getting bigger and brighter, and then another Harry and Sirius appeared, and they whirled and landed on the ground.

"Please, come and help me."

Harry tried his best to hold Sirius up. Everyone here knew that he was George, and everyone gathered around him immediately.

At this point, everyone has arrived.

When everyone helped the two people into the light, Mrs. Weasley suddenly turned pale and took a breath of air.

"George--your ears?"

Only then did everyone see clearly that not only Sirius, but also George's face and body were covered in blood, especially the right side of his head and neck were filled with shocking red blood, and the places where his ears should be were inexplicably missing. There was a large piece, and a dark, dark red hole was right there.

"It's okay, Mom." George was still able to laugh, "I picked it up and can put it back again."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and dug in, and an ear suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Look, try and see if you can put it back. If not, at least you won't mistake me and Fred in the future."

Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth and shook feebly. Fortunately, Mr. Weasley was beside her. George looked at the others with a hint of showoff in his tone.

"If Sirius hadn't changed direction in time, I might have died. You can never imagine how dangerous it was at that time."

At this time, Lupine had already laid Sirius down on the sofa.

Sirius's eyes were tightly closed, the dust and blood on his face had condensed into hard clots, and his chest was a moist dark red. Among all the people, they were the most miserable.

Lupine carefully removed the clothes from Sirius's chest. The moment he saw the wound, even though he had seen a lot, he couldn't help but take a breath.

On Sirius's chest, there was a deep, rolled-out scar, in which the white ribs could be seen.

The traces of black air on the edge of the wound proved that the wound was definitely not caused by ordinary magic spells.

"Who did you meet?" Moody asked in a serious voice, turning to look at George.

"Snape." George gasped and gritted his teeth. "He and Bellatrix rode on a broomstick and hid in front of us, and gave us a chill."

"Fortunately, our destination is down there."