[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

A suffocating silence prevailed in the room.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Harry felt a little dark in front of his eyes.

"Flame's dead—" Moody repeated, but Harry grabbed him by the collar before he could finish.

"How could she die?!" Harry snarled at Moody almost frantically, "She's not dead! You didn't want to bring her here, did you? You didn't trust her! You! You— "

"Harry!" Hermione and Tonks called his name in horror.

Someone tugged at him to separate him from Moody.

"Calm down, Harry!"

"You told me to calm down?!" Harry turned back and continued to yell at Mr. Weasley and Lupine, "Just 2 minutes ago, you were still discussing whether Mary was a traitor? Now you are satisfied?!"

"Harry, please, don't do this." Hermione was in tears.

"You promised me she'd be okay with you! You told me!" Harry yelled at Moody.

"Harry! Each of us was chased by seven or eight Death Eaters today! We are lucky to be able to protect ourselves. You can't blame Mad-Eye for not protecting Flamel."

"Really? But now I see you all sitting here, only Mary hasn't come back."

Silence again.

"What do you mean, Harry?" asked Ron. "Would you rather let us die?"

"No, of course I didn't mean that." Harry regretted his choice of words, "I don't want anyone to die."

"Neither do we, Harry," said Tonks tearfully.

Harry didn't answer, but for a split second, he suddenly felt that he didn't care what these people were like, he just wanted Mary back.

"Give us the details, Mad-Eye." Lupine broke the silence.

"We broke through the encirclement and flew north. At this time, Voldemort came after us. For him, this is a matter of profit but not loss. Even if I am not the real Harry, I can kill Flamel. Flamel and I couldn't get rid of him, and finally I felt a light behind me, and when I looked back, she had fallen, and she was probably hit." Moody stopped and sighed deeply.

"Maybe Mary isn't dead," said Harry, unable to resist.

Arthur and Molly looked at each other worriedly.

"We didn't want her to die either, Harry. But we were flying at a high altitude, and even a wizard who fell from a height of about 1000 meters was unlikely to survive." Mr. Weasley said.

"But Mary is different!" said Harry excitedly. "She knows a lot of magic that none of us can! She can fly! Do you remember?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

"Well, yes, Harry, but..." Hermione tried to be as tactful as possible. "Mary isn't going to fall, is she? I think she must be..."

"Maybe she wasn't hit with the Killing Curse?"

"Yeah, we really hope she's just under Voldemort's happiness spell." George and Fred came over and said.

"Okay, okay," said Harry angrily, "if you're going to think Mary must be dead."

"We didn't!" said Hermione.

"Why didn't she come back if she wasn't dead? According to Harry, Flamel can fly, so she can catch up with Mad-Eye and come back with him." Lupine said, "If she wasn't dead, There's only one possibility, Harry."

"You still think she's from Voldemort's side?" Harry regained his composure just now, but he didn't want to make a fuss anymore. He avoided everyone and cried loudly, then fell asleep and never woke up again. Maybe it's what he wants to do most right now.

"I can't deny the possibility that Flamel was just suspended animation," said Lupine, and he was silent for a while, "but I want to apologize for what I just said, Harry, judging by the current situation, I think Flamel is dead It's more likely."

Harry ignored him.

"What's wrong with your ear, George?" Moody asked.

"One was cut off by dark magic." Mrs. Weasley said sadly, "I have never seen such magic, and there is no way to make the ear grow back."

"Don't worry, I'll take a look, Molly." Moody said gruffly, and took a closer look, "Shenfeng Wuying... Humph, black magic was just invented 20 years ago, don't worry, I can cure it, but it may be a bit late, I think scars are inevitable."

"That's all right, thank you very much, Alastor." Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed.

When it was almost dawn, Harry was sent to sleep by Mrs. Weasley. He lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, extremely exhausted, but dared not close his eyes, angry with everyone in his heart.

He was angry that Lupine and Kingsley were suspicious of Mary, angry that Moody failed to save Mary and came back alone, angry that Fred told Lupine and the others about DA, angry that Hermione and Ron did not trust Mary Never before had Voldemort's hatred burned so fiercely.

But he knew one thing in his heart, the reason why Mary died was to protect him from being transferred to another place safely.

He was actually the murderer who killed Mary.

The next day, Harry stared listlessly at a table full of breakfast in a daze.

"You need something to eat, Harry." Hermione and Ginny looked at him worriedly.

"I have no appetite," said Harry impatiently.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked hastily, startled.

"Mrs. Weasley? I'm Mary, Marie Flamel," said the person outside the door.

"What?" Everyone looked extremely surprised, and Ron's fork even slipped to the floor.

But Harry stood up abruptly, regardless of the screeching sound of the chair being overturned on the floor, and Mrs. Weasley's panicked stop, he ran over and opened the door without hesitation.

"Harry?" Mary was startled by the sudden opening of the door. She took a small step back and was hugged by Harry before she could stand still. "What's the matter? It's the same as last time." Last time was When referring to the Triwizard Tournament, he was hugged before he could even react.

"I knew you wouldn't die," said Harry excitedly.

"Why do you think so?" Mary curled her lips with some interest, "I was beaten by Voldemort on the spot."

"Are you all right?" Harry let go of Mary. "Anything hurt?"

"Do you really believe that I have the strength to fight against Voldemort?" Mary continued to herself, "Or do you think I am lucky?"

"Mary?"

"Or—" Mary's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and she suddenly stretched out her hands to strangle Harry's neck, "Is it just because you don't want to be a murderer?"

"Cough! Cough!" Harry was caught off guard, and was directly knocked down by Mary, his head hit the floor hard, his face was flushed red, and he couldn't say a word.

"Murderer!" Bright red tears flowed from Mary's eyes and dripped onto his face, "You killed me!"

This wasn't Mary, Mary couldn't have done such a thing, Harry tried hard to break Mary's hand, but couldn't.

"Murderer." Not only Mary, Ron and Hermione also surrounded him, showing disgusted eyes, "You let so many of us work for you."

"George lost an ear because of you." On the other side, Mrs. Weasley also appeared above him, with hatred on her face, "You can never make it up, ever! Harry Potter!"

"Why should we give our lives for him?" Fleur asked Bill. "Is Harry Potter worth it?"

"Even Dumbledore is dead. How could Harry Potter kill that monster?" Kingsley said disappointedly. Things stand on the sidelines.

"You let me down, Harry." Sirius also appeared, "James will never let Lily die for himself."

"Harry Potter doesn't deserve my allegiance, Harry Potter is a murderer!" Dobby yelled, and Apparated with Kreacher, who was making a harsh sarcasm.

I did not do it on purpose!I do not want this!Harry said aloud in his mind, but he couldn't say it.Mary's expression was far more ferocious than that of the Ministry of Magic, as if she would not stop until she dragged Harry to hell.

Harry jerked awake.

There was a knock on the door.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Moody's voice came from outside the door. "Are you awake?"

"I..." Harry gasped heavily, sweating profusely, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare, should I get up?"

"You slept very late last night, so take a rest."

"No, I'll get up now." He didn't want to sleep anymore, and the guilt almost overwhelmed him.

Moody didn't answer right away, Harry thought he was gone, but his voice came back a moment later.

"Do you want to talk to me, Harry?"

No, he doesn't want to chat with anyone right now.

"Okay, come in." But Moody was the last to see Mary.

Moody opened the door and walked in, his wooden leg making a very rhythmic sound on the ground.

He sat down on a chair next to Harry's bed, and the magic eye quickly scanned the room, and finally looked at Harry, and the two of them didn't speak for a while.

"Did you dream of Flamel?" Moody broke the silence.

"Yes," Harry replied, burying his face in his hands, "She said I killed her, that I was a murderer."

"You are not, it was Voldemort who killed her."

"She was killed by Voldemort for my sake!" Harry raised his voice, and the person next door seemed to stir uncomfortably on the bed.

Moody didn't answer right away. After a while, he asked leisurely, "Do you hate me, Harry?"

"Do not--"

"If only one of us could live, who would you want? Note my premise!"

"..."

"I can understand." Moody nodded.

"sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Harry," said Moody. "We're all ready to sacrifice, and I wouldn't complain if it was me."

"I don't want any of you to die."

"We didn't die for you." Moody said calmly, "We died for our beliefs, for the wizarding world. You don't have to blame yourself for all the sacrifices, they are all voluntary."

"But Mary won't." Harry smiled uglier than crying, "She's all for me."

Moody raised his eyebrows: "It's a very special idea."

"You don't know Mary. She is not the kind of person who sacrifices herself for righteousness. What she hates most is death."

"Then why do you think she would sacrifice herself for you?" Moody asked back. "You think she loves you, don't you?"

"I wasn't sure," said Harry, "but I know now."

"Listen, Harry," said Moody in a low voice. "If Flamel loved you, she wouldn't resent you for dying for you. Doesn't she understand the risks of such an action? No one forced her, yes. She brought it up on her own initiative, she thought it would better keep you safe."

"..."

"There will be a lot of things like this in the future." Moody stood up and said blankly, "Many people will die, either for the wizarding world, or for their loved ones, don't get caught up in this matter, You can only look forward now."

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