[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Mary finished answering the history of magic exam questions as quickly as possible, and handed in the papers ahead of time under the pretext of feeling unwell. She came to Snape's office, and through his fireplace came to Lucius Malfoy's room in the Ministry of Magic. office.

"You're here, Flamel." Lucius nodded briefly to Mary, his always pale face was even more bloodless at this moment, and beside him stood a dozen or so people wearing Death Eater cloaks.

"Brief introduction, this is Marie Flamel, our new friend." Lucius said to those people, "Some of you know her, some of you are meeting her for the first time, I hope—"

His words were interrupted by a sharp, short, mocking laugh. "Are you the new addition that the master values ​​very much recently? Hmph, you're just a little girl."

"Yeah, my time with the Dark Lord is nothing compared to yours, is it? Lady Bellatrix Lestrange?" Mary replied.

"Of course, as long as you know." Bellatrix didn't feel that Mary was mocking her at all, on the contrary, this was simply the highest compliment to her, "I am the person who has been with her the longest, and the master is the last." The one I trust is undoubtedly me!" She took off her cloak and said to Mary in a threatening tone.

"Of course, I don't dare to compete with you for this position anyway." Mary chuckled lightly, ignoring Bellatrix no matter what she tried to provoke her anger, she just frowned and stared at A tall figure among men.

"Okay." After a long time, the man shrugged and took off his hood, "How did you recognize me?"

"I'd recognize you even in ashes, Ernest," said Mary proudly. "Why are you here?"

"It was supposed to belong to Einzbern, but I guess you wouldn't want to see him, so I persuaded the Dark Lord to choose someone else," Ernest explained.

"I really didn't expect there to be so many people." Mary frowned. "It's just a prophecy ball. In fact, I don't even know why the Dark Lord called me here."

There was a silence, and then Bellatrix laughed shrilly: "Hahaha, did you hear that? She doesn't know anything! The master told her nothing!"

Mary was stunned for a second, then suddenly turned to Ernest and Lucius, and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

Ernest sighed, showing worried eyes: "Mary, only those who are related to the prophecy can get the prophecy ball, that is to say, only the Dark Lord and Potter can get the prophecy ball."

"So the Dark Lord wants to—no, he won't take the risk of being discovered by the Ministry of Magic at this time, that is to say..." Mary's expression turned ugly.

"That's right, Flamel." Lucius gave Mary a warning look, "The Dark Lord will lure Potter over today, and you will ask him to hand over the prophecy ball at that time, unless there are special circumstances, otherwise I think we are You don't need to do anything."

"What? No matter if it succeeds or not, my identity will definitely be exposed."

"The Dark Lord thinks that Snape is enough for Dumbledore's side," Bellatrix's face contorted for a moment when talking about Snape, "after all, Dumbledore has already treated us When he becomes suspicious, he won't tell Potter anything more, so there's no need for you to play the role of the savior, Baby Potter's girlfriend, unless—" the corners of her lips raised viciously, "You're a real fake Do?"

"If you meant to humiliate me, congratulations, you did it," Mary said calmly to Bellatrix. "I'm tired of this role-playing."

Bellatrix snorted disdainfully.

Although Mary's behavior in front of those Death Eaters was quite normal, Ernest, who was extremely familiar with Mary and had super hearing, knew that during the waiting period, Mary's heartbeat almost reached 130 beats per minute.

But Mary had no other choice.

As night fell, the staff of the Ministry of Magic left work one after another, and waited until the Ministry of Magic was almost empty-this is very abnormal, even at night, the Ministry of Magic should not be empty, obviously Voldemort or Lucius. When the hell— Lucius led them hurriedly to the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic, through the long corridor, and into the Languages ​​Hall of the Department of Mysteries.

"The prophecy ball is in the 97th row... Ah, this is it. Listen up, Flamel." Lucius looked at Mary, "After Potter gets the prophecy ball, you go out and ask him to give you the prophecy ball , I don't care about the method..."

Mary listened impassively to Lucius' chatter.Obviously, Lucius still hoped to find a gap between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, instead of completely standing on Dumbledore's side.He was looking forward to completing this mission with only Mary's mouth, and he had better not show his face, so that he would have a share of the credit for the success of the mission, and could put the blame on Mary if it failed, and the Ministry of Magic would not would know he was a Death Eater.

The abacus is really good, as expected of Malfoy.Mary sneered: "In other words, I'm actually the only one needed for this mission, right? I really don't understand why the Dark Lord sent you here."

"Of course the master has his reasons, there's no need for you, a little girl, to judge!" Bellatrix said fiercely.

"You are so loyal to him, so he only sent you this mission that doesn't require your presence at all, Lestrange, does that make sense?" Mary sneered, "Are you sure he trusts you?"

"Shut up!" growled Bellatrix. "Of course he trusts me most! I'm his most loyal servant—"

"Quiet!" Lucius stopped Bellatrix, "Potter will be here soon, do you want him to hear you making a scene here?"

"Yeah, such a person who doesn't care about the overall situation should just go back. The Dark Lord's mission will be successful without her." Mary continued to sneer.

"Flame!" Lucius shouted sternly.

Mary glanced at Bellatrix who was trembling with anger, raised her eyebrows and stopped talking, her goal had been achieved.

"I don't think you should touch it, Harry." It was Hermione's voice.

"My name is written on it." This was Harry's voice, and then there was a sound of glass rubbing against the cabinet. Mary thought he had taken the prophecy ball off, and she closed her eyes in despair. Why couldn't Harry What about Hermione?

"It's your turn, Flamel." Lucius urged her from behind.

Mary took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her palms on her robe, and walked out.

Harry looked at the prophecy ball, hoping that something of value would happen, but when nothing happened, just when he was a little disappointed, a sound of footsteps came slowly and rhythmically from behind the shelf.

Harry and the others immediately pulled out their wands like frightened rabbits and pointed to where the sound came from. Ginny whimpered softly, Neville sweated nervously, Ron swallowed, and Hermione's hands kept shaking.

The sound of footsteps still echoed unhurriedly, and stopped abruptly when they were about to appear, causing Harry and the others to have a cold war.

"Who is it?" Harry shouted bravely, his palms were actually full of sweat, "Voldemort? Come out! Don't you dare to show your face?"

But still no one answered.

Just when they were so tormented by this fear that they wanted to cast a curse regardless, footsteps sounded again, and Mary came out from behind the shelf and looked at them suspiciously: "Harry? Why are you here?" ?”

"Mary?" Harry blinked at Mary unexpectedly, then heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly ran over to hug her, "Great, are you alright?"

"What can I do?" Mary looked at him inexplicably, "I was a little uncomfortable in the history of magic exam, so I handed in the paper early, and I wanted to go to the medical wing, but it seems..." A trace of pain emerged on her face. Embarrassed, she said, "I was stunned by someone, and I woke up here. Where is this? Is this also part of the exam?"

"No, I'm afraid not." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let's leave quickly, there may be someone else here, and I'll tell you what happened later."

"Okay." Mary smiled, seeing the prophecy ball in Harry's hand, "What are you holding, Harry?"

"A prophecy ball with my name on it," Harry replied briefly, "but I don't know what it's for."

"Show me." Mary held out her hand.

"Oh, good. Here." Harry handed the prophecy ball to Mary without any hesitation.

But when the prophecy ball was only one centimeter away from Mary's hand, a grin suddenly crossed Mary's face. The smile was so ferocious that Harry subconsciously grabbed the prophecy ball tightly.

At the same time, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind the shelf where Mary was hiding just now: "The prophecy ball is flying!"

The ball of prophecy slid across Harry's fingertips, but it still didn't fly out of Harry's hand.

"What are you doing? LeMay is about to get that ball!" A man's voice sounded out of breath.

Mary...going to get...the ball...?Harry struggled to understand what Lucius had just said.

Before he could fully react, Hermione had already chanted the spell: "There are many obstacles!"

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared, Mary was knocked back a few steps, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Hermione?" Harry looked at her blankly, "What are you doing?"

"Can't you see, Harry?" Hermione's voice trembled slightly with fear, "They must have put the Imperius Curse on Mary."

"The Imperius Curse?" Bellatrix stepped out from behind the shelf with a shrill smile. She was not the only one, but at least ten other wizards in cloaks came out with their wands pointed at them. "Hahaha, did you hear that, Flamel? Your little friends thought you were forced by us."

Hermione and Ron turned pale.

Mary stood up from the ground, brushed away the shattered hair in front of her eyes, and said calmly: "If you have time to talk nonsense, why don't you grab the prophecy ball quickly, Lestrange."

Bellatrix didn't show her usual annoyed expression, instead, her expression was almost satisfied. "Did you hear that, little Potter? Your dear little Mary—" she paused, "is a Death Eater!"

"I've already said that you don't need to talk nonsense." Mary sighed, ignoring Harry's shocked expression, and stretched out her hand to Harry, "Harry, give me that prophecy ball."

A flash of red light, Mary flashed nimbly, but the spell still hit the prophecy balls on the other shelf, two of them shattered, and the pearly white smoke inside took human form, telling their prophecy, but The noise couldn't cover Ginny Weasley's roar—

"You! How dare you! You still have the cheek to call him by his name!"

Mary raised her eyebrows: "It's not your turn to speak here, little Weasley girl."

"Harry likes you so much!" Ginny was still screaming.

"That's none of my business?" Mary smiled mockingly, "Did I beg him to like me?"

"You, you..." she gasped, "you evil Slytherin."

"That's right, I'm a Slytherin." Mary narrowed her eyes with a smile, "And don't you know what a Slytherin is like best? Huh? Hermione Granger?"

Hermione said nothing, but her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Tsk, before I knew it, I started using these useless things." Mary shook her head, her face turned serious, "This is an ultimatum, hand over the prophecy ball, Potter, I'll count to three."

"one."

"..." Mary is a Death Eater?How is this possible?

"two."

"..." But it seems to be true, Mary is not being controlled or threatened, but really...

"three!"

"..." That gesture...

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

The author has something to say: Andromeda Tonks[/img]

So the two broke up so happily, and the countdown to Mary's insane mode started

Mary: Summary What's the situation, beat you!