[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

If there is anything that makes Mary most satisfied with the people on Mary's side now, it is that she doesn't have to worry about the performance in front of Voldemort at all. Whether it is Snape, Lucius, or Tom and Grindelwald, they are all A person who speaks nonsense and lies without drafting.

As for Greyback, who was a little dumber, he had no chance of talking to Voldemort at all.

One night before school started, Mary came home exhausted and lay in bed, not wanting to move.

"Just another day," she murmured, not even wanting to blink.

There was a sudden flash of light beside her pillow, and Mary looked over warily, and saw that it was the two-way mirror she had given Harry last year.

"I really don't know what else I can do with this thing." She said distractedly, picked it up and wanted to throw it somewhere she couldn't see, but before she could reach the mirror, there was another A green light flashed.

Those were Harry's eyes, and Harry was on the other side of the mirror!Realizing this, Mary drew her hand back as if she had touched something hot, and looked into the mirror ten times more vigilantly than when she was facing Voldemort, as if Harry would jump out of it.

"Uh, where are you, Mary? Mary?" Harry's voice suddenly came from the mirror, and Mary almost fell off the bed in shock.

After going through something like that, why would he still want to use this mirror to contact her!

Mary stared at the mirror, holding her breath, hoping that Harry would say something more, but also hoping that she could break the mirror decisively.

"Well, I know you probably threw the mirror away." After calling a few more times without getting an answer, Harry said dejectedly, "But that's fine, anyway, I'll just pretend you're there and listen .”

I'm right here listening, idiot!

"Cough!" He cleared his throat, "Although I still feel that I am having a nightmare, but since this dream has been going on for more than a month, I'll just treat it as real."

It is true, Mr. Messiah who refuses to face reality.

"You're a...Death Eater, it's really unacceptable, not just me, but Hermione and Ron also think so. In other words, your performance last semester was all a lie?"

Yeah, finally understand?

"In that case, you and Draco should have a good relationship, right? Say hello to him for Hermione and me."

Humph.

"I, I went to the Ministry of Magic that night because I dreamed of you. I dreamed that you were captured by Voldemort. He used the Cruciatus Curse on you. He didn't use it on you, did he?"

He has never used it himself, but the only person who has cast the Cruciatus Curse on me is already dead with both body and soul.

"You are indeed in the Ministry of Magic, but not because you were caught, but because you were the one who planned this and you led us there. It's hard to say whether I was relieved or angry when I found out .”

I don't!I had no idea Voldemort was using me to lure you!

"Is your knee better now? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break your leg, but I also broke my nose, and you broke my ankle, so it's evened?"

Not so far!It's not over, Harry Potter!

"I stayed at the Dursleys for two weeks when Dumbledore picked me up and took me to visit a Professor Slughorn who might be teaching at Hogwarts next term. I'm at the Burrow now. My nose is healed, my ankle is healed, and the Weasleys are as welcoming as ever, but I still miss you, Mary, yes, I do." His voice dropped. .

Who cares about your nose and ankles!

"You're going to say things like 'I don't care about your nose and your ankles', but I know you want to know." There was a hint of a smile in Harry's voice, but it disappeared immediately, "At least you used to Would care, I know. I received my exam results, they were fine, except for failing Divination and History of Magic, everything was fine, and I got an honors in Defense Against the Dark Arts! Don't know about you, probably all They are all excellent, right? But can you get excellent in divination? Maybe, you have such a talking mouth."

Of course it's a full A, and Harry, you are smarter on this point. If there is a course of "Marie Flamel", it will give you a pass for your sentence just now.

"I, I don't know what will happen to us in the future." Harry's voice sank again, "I can't treat you as an enemy all of a sudden just because I know you are a Death Eater, maybe you will make more sacrifices in the future I hate your business."

It is inevitable to think about it.

"But at least now I can say that, I still love you, Mary."

Don't say such things!

"If one day I defeat Voldemort, can you come back?"

I do not know.

"Dumbledore said that he will teach me alone this semester. I will work hard. Mary, you must be careful with Voldemort. That guy has a bad temper. Well, that's about it for today, and I can continue in the future Talk to you like that?"

You'd better not, others will take you for a lunatic.

"If you don't say anything, I will take it as your acquiescence? Then that's it. See you tomorrow, Mary."

A person who can talk nonsense for so long has convinced him. Mary sighed, picked up the double-sided mirror, wiped it, and carefully put it into the innermost layer of the robe.

"Oh!" Just after Mary put the double-sided mirror in place, a sharp pain suddenly burst out and quickly swept through her whole body, and Mary fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with you, Mary?" Camille hurried over when she heard the voice, but she could only worry about helplessly, unable to do anything.

"Shut up, Camille." Mary bit her lip, waiting for the pain to pass slowly.

She seemed to be stabbed in the heart by something, and death was nothing more than that, she thought.

But along with the pain came the memory of Tom Riddle.

A man with beard and hair long enough to cover his entire face... holding a wand and a short knife... "I thought you were that Muggle," he said to himself... and he snatched the man's wand and killed him ...Oh, by the way, that man's name is Morfin...I modified his memory...

"How are you?" Camille asked worriedly.

"It can't be better, Camille." Mary gritted her teeth and said, with cold sweat on her forehead, "Another Horcrux has been destroyed."

"You got that piece of soul? But you weren't around there, and you didn't cast the spell!"

"That's because I am the piece of soul," Mary replied, "I am the piece of soul that was sealed in the ring. Apparently the ring was broken and let me out, but there is still a connection between us." Yes, but now it's completely broken."

"Are you all right, Mary?" Camille asked again.

"There is only one thing to worry about." Mary rubbed her brows and sat back on the bed. "Horcruxes will not be treated like this in the future. I must ensure that I will be there when the other Horcruxes are destroyed."

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't know. Maybe I should talk to Dumbledore, but not now."

"Don't you think?" After school started, Mary followed Draco to a box where there was no one else. "Harry suddenly became popular this term?"

"Do you think it's time for you to shut up, Draco?" Mary replied coldly, obviously in a very bad mood.Draco understood that he always had a bad face when he broke up with Hermione, and Hermione didn't have a lot of male fans after the breakup.

Not long after, Pansy and Blaise also came to this box. When they saw Mary, they showed a little fear, but they were not too surprised. They had obviously expected this to happen.

There was an unbearable silence in the carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage door was opened, and a girl from a lower grade came in. She looked shyly at the people in the compartment, and stammered, "I, I'll give these to Marie Flamel and Blaise Zabini." Handed them the two rolls of parchment.

"What is it?" Draco asked.

Brace opened his parchment, but Mary figured out what it was without even opening it. "Slughorn's invitations, he always likes to find people who are related to dignitaries or people who he thinks are promising people, and make friends with them." It was like this when she was in school.

"Really?" Draco looked unhappy.

But Mary comforted him lazily. She looked at the girl who hadn't left for some reason, and found that she still had two rolls of parchment in her hand. "Who are those for?"

"Neville Longbottom." The girl replied softly, blushing suddenly, "and Harry Potter."

Mary raised her eyebrows: "I should have thought of it."

"Well, I want to ask one thing." The girl finally revealed her real purpose. "Miss Flamel, why don't you sit in the same box as Harry Potter? I heard that you are a couple."

Draco watched with sympathy that the girl kept challenging Mary's bottom line.Must be a Gryffindor, he thought.

"Since we are not together now, there is naturally only one possibility. We broke up." Mary replied indifferently, with a sudden smile, "Do you like him?"

The girl was probably stunned by the "good news" and nodded foolishly.

"Since you like it, go after it bravely." Mary showed an encouraging smile.But Draco understood what she really wanted to say: If you dare to chase you, you will die.

"Yes! Thank you, Miss Flamel!" The girl bowed deeply and ran away excitedly.

"Silly girl." Draco said sympathetically.

Even if you use common sense, you should know that even if you really broke up, will one of them persuade others to chase the other?

"Let's go, Zabini." Mary sneered a few times and walked out of the box.

They weren't the first to come, but they weren't the last either. Except for McLaggen of Gryffindor and Belby of Ravenclaw, only Ginny Weasley was left.

"Oh, that's surprising." Mary chuckled without a smile, and sat down, ignoring Ginny who was glaring at her.

"Here you are, Miss Flamel! Mr. Zabini!" Slughorn approached, shaking his chubby belly. "I'm so glad you're giving me the old man's face."

"You're too modest." Mary and Blaise put on the same standard Slytherin smirk at the same time, and Ginny muttered disdainfully behind Slughorn's back.

"I met your mother before, Mr. Zabini, she is a charming woman, how is she?"

"It's all good for your concern." Blaise's smile was a little forced, obviously not very happy to talk about his mother.

"And Miss Flamel." Mr. Slughorn looked at Mary. "I'm sorry to hear about Mr. Flamel and his wife a few years ago. They are people who have really made achievements. Alas..." He Sighing, he wiped his eyes.

"Everything will pass, only the longing remains in my heart." Mary said with a smile.

"You're right, very right, boy." Slughorn took out his handkerchief and sniffed, then jumped up suddenly, "Harry, my boy!"

"Hey, hello, Professor Slughorn." Harry smiled forcedly, and looked at the other people invited by Slughorn.

Two seventh-year boys they didn't know, a boy from Slytherin who was their year, Ginny who was here for some reason, and—

Mary LeMay.

Author has something to say: Arianna Dumbledore