[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Harry saw Mary again four days before his birthday.

Mary, Ron, Hermione, Moody, and a whole host of others showed up at the Dursleys' and told him of their plans for the evening.

"We're going to transfer you to Tonks' parents today. Six of us will drink Polyjuice Potion to take your form, and the other seven will be protectors. If all goes well, there won't be much danger, The Death Eaters don't know what we're planning to do tonight."

"No!" Harry immediately denied the plan, "I can't let six people risk their lives for me!"

"It's useless if you don't agree now. It's impossible to change the plan. You'd better pull some hair yourself, don't let me do it." Mary said impatiently.

If Mary said so, then it would be useless no matter how unwilling Harry was, the others obviously knew this, and waited calmly for Harry to compromise within five seconds.

"I don't—" Harry was still struggling.

Mary didn't bother to talk to Harry, so she walked towards him without any reason and cornered Harry.

Fred and George hissed loudly, and Tonks and Hagrid smiled narrowly.

Mary clawed at Harry's hair, and Harry stood on tiptoe desperately.

"Tsk." Mary narrowed her eyes. "How much taller have you grown this summer, Harry?"

"Huh? I don't know, and I didn't measure it—oh!"

Mary kicked Harry in the shin and pulled out several strands of his hair as Harry bent over in pain.

It hurts just looking at it!The others couldn't help touching the back of their heads.

Moody held out his hand without a word, and Mary handed him her hair, and there was a strange atmosphere between the two of them.

"Mary and Moody don't get on very well," Lupine whispered to Harry. "I heard Moody once turned Mary into a rabbit in public?"

"Yeah, but that's not the real Moody."

Lupine smiled bitterly: "Don't you know Mary, Harry?"

Those who are jealous must be repaid, and the eyes of the heart are smaller than the tip of a needle.

"And Moody has always suspected that Mary is actually a spy sent by Voldemort here." Lupine said, "Have you noticed? His magic eye almost never stops looking at Mary."

Their whispering was over, and Moody had poured Polyjuice Potion into six small cups and distributed them to Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Fleur, and himself.

"What?" Harry looked at Mary in surprise. "Are you a protector, Mary?"

"Yes, this way, if there are Death Eaters chasing us, we can distract them as much as possible. Because for them, chasing and killing me is the second most important task after catching you." Mary explained calmly.

"But the Protector is more dangerous than pretending to be me, isn't it? Death Eaters won't kill the Protector..." Harry said in horror.

"You don't have to worry about her, Harry," said Moody gruffly. "She'll come with me, and don't you know what she learned in that Death Eater den? She's no better than those Death Eaters." Safer! In fact, we don't have anyone here who is better at using the Unforgivable Curse than she is."

Mary sneered, looked at Moody contemptuously, and said nothing.

In fact, the most important reason why she doesn't drink compound decoction is that compound decoction is only useful for ordinary people, and her artificial person doesn't know what will happen after drinking it.

"Your taste looks good, Harry." Mary raised her eyebrows as she stared at the small cup of golden liquid.

"Pfft!" Ron was about to drink, but he choked when he heard this, and coughed violently, almost spilling all the compound soup.

"This is the liquid from Harry Potter." Fred and George also booed in unison.

Hermione and Fleur covered their faces, but Harry swore they were actually giggling.

"Thanks for the compliment, Mary," Harry said calmly, "I'm sure your taste is not bad either."

Mary was stunned for a second, and immediately showed an ambiguous smile: "Why? Haven't you tasted enough in the dream?"

Can you two show some face?Even Tonks and Lupine wanted to cover their faces.

Moody steps in just in time to stop Mary and Harry's morale sale. "Time is running out!" he roared. "Hurry up, you all!"

The other five restrained themselves a lot and drank the cup of "Harry Potter Liquid".

"My God, I'm ugly. Don't look at me, Bill," said Harry Fleur Potter, unfastening his bra.

Mary and Harry watched these people start undressing without any scruples, with mixed feelings.

"Very good." Moody finally saw the six well-dressed Harrys. "The grouping is like this. I'm with Flamel." He snorted heavily, and Mary gave him the same look of disdain.

Harry found it odd to see himself giving orders to Lupine, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley, and he had never imagined himself showing such distrust to Mary.

"Arthur and Fred, George and Remus, Miss Delacour and Bill..."

"Good luck to you," Moody called after distributing groups. "See you at the Burrow in an hour. I'll count to three. One... two... three."

Everyone disappeared into the night at the same time.

But tonight's operation was not smooth. It seems that Moody needs to prepare a large bottle of Felicia more than Compound Potion.

Not long after they set off, at least thirty Death Eaters surrounded them.

Their actions have been leaked!

Harry's heart sank when he realized this, and as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't think of anyone other than Mary who would reveal their plans.

Harry tried hard to convince himself to believe Mary, and at the same time felt a little guilty for doubting Mary, but then think about the other people who participated in this event, which one was not carefully selected by Moody and who was extremely loyal to Dumbledore?

Only Mary, this cunning Slytherin snake, has always been unpredictable in her position. She can tell you all the sweet words in this world one second, and crush you mercilessly in the next second. bones.

Harry himself had to admit that his trust in Mary was really emotional, purely intuitive, and he couldn't find any conclusive evidence that Mary was on their side.

If Mary cheated on them again... Harry didn't know what he would think.

He didn't care how many times he'd been tricked by Mary, but he couldn't nearly risk someone else's life like the one at the Ministry of Magic.

The situation along the way was very dangerous, and the Death Curse passed him several times. Later, I don't know why those Death Eaters even recognized him as the real Harry Potter, and Voldemort himself committed suicide.

With death only a millimeter away, he and Hagrid escaped into safety at the last minute and arrived safely at the Burrow.

"Thank goodness, you're back safe and sound." Mrs. Weasley held Harry tightly, her face pale.

"What about the rest?"

Mrs. Weasley gave a sob and made no reply.

"Molly, do you have any brandy? For medicine," Hagrid asked loudly.

Mrs. Weasley made a vague yes, and hurried into the room, Harry watched her wipe her face as she went.

"No one else has come back yet," said Ginny, also trembling, but much calmer than Mrs. Weasley. "You were the first."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a little blue light in the darkness. Lupine and George came back, but they were not as lucky as Harry and Hagrid. George's face was covered with blood and one ear was cut off.

"My God!" sobbed Mrs. Weasley, and hurried over to check on her son.

Before Harry could recover, Lupine grabbed his arm and dragged him roughly into the kitchen.

"When Harry Potter first came into my office, what was that crouching in the corner?" He pointed his wand at Harry.

"It's—a Grindylow, shut in the tank, isn't it?"

Lupine let go of Harry and let out a weary breath.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I've got to check, there's been a defection," he said gruffly. "I've got to make sure you're not a fake. Of course, I'd rather one of us gets replaced..."

There was an uncomfortable silence between them, and it was evident that Lupine also suspected that Mary had leaked their plans for the evening.

Let's hope everyone else is okay, Harry thought, and if anyone died—he didn't want to think that—then no one would spare Mary, traitor or not.

Waiting is tormenting, and the waiting of uncertain life and death makes Harry feel even more frightened. He has never been so frightened, and it seems that every inch of his body is surrounded by fear.

Hermione, Ron and other people also rushed back one after another. So far, only Moody and Mary have not heard anything.

Harry felt his heart grow colder and colder.

Let this end quickly, he begged in his heart, even if Mary betrayed them, it doesn't matter, let him know the safety of the two of them now.

"Until now, everyone here is fine." Finally, Kingsley broke the silence, "Judging from the current situation, we can only be betrayed by some of us."

"You mean Flamel," said Lupine, who seemed relieved that someone had finally brought it up, "Yeah, I hate to think so, but she's the only one of us who'll tell Voldemort about us. "

"Impossible!" Without even thinking about it, Harry's mouth automatically defended Mary, "It's impossible for Mary to do this."

"Come on, Harry, I know she's beautiful," said Lupine, looking at Harry with cold eyes for the first time. "You're still young, and you can easily be fooled by false love. I can do that." Understood, but from now on, you have no say in anything about Marie Flamel."

"It's not fair! You have no evidence that she betrayed us!"

"Until now, only she and Mad-Eye have not come back." Lupine said, his tone was as cold as ice, and his eyes seemed to have ice picks. A strong combination, even if you are hunted down by Voldemort, you will not be unable to come back now, let alone Voldemort chased you halfway. Therefore, I have to make the worst guess: Flamel murdered Mad-Eye, and returned To Voldemort's side."

"These are just speculations." Harry said desperately, but he had already pictured the shape of Mary's lips saying "Avada Kedavra" in his mind, "Bellatrix also said that she is from our side, Right?" He looked at the others for help.

No one spoke, and Ron and Hermione kept their heads down, motionless.

"Maybe it was just a scene they were putting on. Have you forgotten, Harry, that she crushed your bones? Wasn't she the one who put the Cruciatus Curse on you?"

"how do you know--"

"I told Remus." Fred looked up, his tone as cold as Lupine's.

"..."

Suddenly, there was the sound of a broomstick landing outside.

"Mad-Eye and Mary are back!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to open the door.

The door opened and Moody stood outside.

"Flame is dead," he said, grimly, with some remorse. "I'm sorry that an Avada Kedavra hit her just right."

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