[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Screams and curses sounded in a house from time to time, but they were miraculously completely blocked by the walls of the house, and the outside world did not notice any vision at all.

"How dare you, Moody?! How dare you? I'm the Head of the Muggle-Born Registration Board! You bastard of unknown blood! When I'm out, see how I get you—"

"Merlin, can't you make her quiet? It doesn't matter if she looks like a certain amphibian, and even the voice is as noisy as that thing." Camille appeared in the picture frame, manicuring her nails boredly.

"If you think it's too noisy, you can go over there, what are you doing here?" Moody said casually, playing with a green locket.

"Looking at her more is good for physical and mental health. Although there are not many people who can surpass me in terms of beauty, my self-confidence has hit a record high after seeing this woman." Camille looked at Umbridge, who was stern and stern. A few times, "How could there be such a...unique woman?"

Umbridge blushed and looked at Camille, and gasped in surprise, "You are—"

"Cruciatus," said Moody slowly.

And so Umbridge's screams echoed through Moody's house again.

"Oh my god, it's so cruel." Camille shook her fan and couldn't help sighing, "Although my self-confidence has improved, my eyes have been hurt like never before, and I accidentally aimed at this Open your mouth, it's really cruel to them."

"I think her appearance is rare and pleasing to the eye." Moody showed a smile, which was very inconsistent on his face. "Let's get down to business, what are you doing here?"

Camille rolled her eyes: "Harry and the others are thinking about what to do in the future, I'll come here to ask what you mean."

"Harry? Harry Potter?" Umbridge, who was still on the verge of death, suddenly cheered up. "He's the most wanted man of the Ministry of Magic. I knew he must be the one you—"

"Silence." Moody didn't even look at her. "What do they think?"

Camille didn't answer right away, she looked at Umbridge: "Is it okay for us to talk about this in front of her?"

"Ignore her," Moody said.

"Okay." Camille shrugged, "Those three people completely believe that you can get that thing—" She raised her chin towards the locket, "—they are thinking about how to destroy it."

"Good idea." Moody tossed up the locket and caught it again, "because I don't know how to destroy it either."

"What? You don't know?"

"Why should I know this?" Moody frowned. "I never thought I would destroy it one day."

"Understandable." Camille nodded sympathetically, "Poor little Harry, he can only figure out his own way."

"It's time for them to figure out their own way." Moody snorted coldly, "I've helped them too much."

"Actually, you can recover those souls by yourself, can't you? Why do you have to involve Harry and the others? I thought you would take care of such a dangerous thing, but in the end you really planned to let them take risks ?Why, because he is the savior?"

Moody was silent, and just when Camille thought he would not answer, he said, "Yes, because he is the savior."

Umbridge couldn't make a sound, and she didn't waste any effort at all. She calmed down and wrote down everything Moody and the portrait said word by word.

She felt that Moody didn't mean to kill her, huh, sorry he didn't dare!Judging from the current situation, it seems that Moody's target is not her but her locket. It's no wonder that the locket belongs to Slytherin. Of course it would be nice to have something like this to prove your bloodline.Huh, it's a pity that Moody overlooked one thing: she is the director of the Muggle-born Registration Committee, even if you have many things to prove your blood, it will not be a matter of saying something by yourself.

Now that Moody has offended her, she must make him look good when she goes out!And he seems to have sheltered Harry Potter, which is even more unforgivable.

Umbridge, who was complacent, suddenly opened his eyes wide in horror. He wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound.

Moody twitched suddenly, his magic eye fell to the ground with a bang, and at the same time his hair quickly turned black and long, a real leg grew in place of the wooden artificial leg, and the scars on his body disappeared. .

"Huh? Is it time again?" The girl who was confirmed dead a month ago stretched her limbs and looked at Umbridge with a dangerous smile. "Long time no see, Professor Umbridge."

"..." Umbridge wriggled her big thick lips desperately, but still couldn't make a sound.

"Think I should have died already?" Mary chuckled, "Yes, I should have died, remember that."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Umbridge seemed to see hope, and kicked and kicked in order to make a little noise to attract the attention of the people outside the door.

Mary was not annoyed either, and smiled as she watched Umbridge writhing and panting, and almost kissed her cheek affectionately.

"I like to see the way you people never give up even in desperation." She said, "Struggling hard, it seems that your efforts will bring you rewards in the next second. It fully demonstrates the continuous self-improvement of human beings. The spirit is full of hope."

"Bad taste." Camille muttered softly.

"Come on, stop knocking, Greyback!" Mary yelled loudly towards the door, and Umbridge's eyes suddenly fell in despair after knowing who was outside the door, and his body shook like chaff stand up.

"Where there is light, there will be darkness, where there is positive, there will be negative, and where there is justice, there will be evil. Then again, if there is no hope, then what's the point of despair?" Mary sneered and patted Umbridge's Shoulder, "Calm down, Professor, there will be times when you will scream. Come, come, Fenrir!"

"Why do you call me so differently from time to time?" Fenrir Greyback stooped sullenly through the door, which was a little small for him.

"You are still reasonable, you were late for 23 minutes, what did I say to you?"

"You just haven't had time to say it yet." Greyback rolled his eyes with an "I don't know you yet" expression.

"We'll settle that later," said Mary sternly. "I called you Greyback the first time to let our dear Head of the Muggle-Born Registration Committee know more quickly who you are."

Greyback studied Umbridge for a moment.

"Don't tell me you don't know who she is," said Mary dissatisfied.

"How could you not know." Greyback grinned, showing two sharp canine teeth, "If I knew it was this woman, I should have come here earlier."

If he hadn't been strapped to the chair, Umbridge would have fallen from it.

"Put away your unrestrained teeth." Mary gave him a disgusted look, "The second time I called you Fenrir, it was to let her know that our relationship is better than she imagined, to put it bluntly It means that we are together. Of course I originally called you Fenrir."

"Woman, there are so many careful thoughts in two words." Fenrir shook his head, "Okay, thank you anyway, then I will accept this old guy without hesitation."

"Wait, who said I'm going to give her to you." Mary raised her eyebrows and stopped the werewolf, "I'll be the one the Ministry of Magic will find after you take her away."

"Didn't you arrest her to vent my anger?"

"Hey, why am I so nice to you? I'm so busy every day and still have to care about your entertainment life, sir?"

"Then why did you call me over?!"

"Of course I'm looking for your help." Mary took it for granted.

"Why should I help you when I have no benefit?"

"You said you were willing to cooperate with me!"

"Cooperation and cooperation! Do you know what cooperation is? Mutual benefit and win-win is cooperation! Working for others is a dog, not a wolf!"

"All right, all right, so ink!" Mary waved her hand impatiently, "I'll let you take a bite, and stop making further progress."

Umbridge whined desperately.

"I just said something was missing." Mary clapped her hands suddenly, "How can this kind of revenge scene be possible without screams?"

"You bite."

Greyback frowned: "With this body of fat, oil won't flow out as soon as I bite the skin?"

"Ugh—" Camille ran away quickly.

"Did you hear that, it's safe for you to meet a werewolf in the future, because you won't even be able to find a place for your mouth." Mary raised an eyebrow at Umbridge.

"Don't bite me, I'll give you the locket! I won't say anything! Let me go! Please!" Umbridge's face was covered with tears and snot, she would rather die than change. Become a werewolf - the race that she despised the most.

"Don't be like this, isn't it you who made so many laws for werewolves?" Mary couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Occasionally, you should experience the wonderful suffocation brought by those laws for yourself?

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!"

"It's really disgusting." Greyback took a mouthful of blood foam and wiped his mouth depressedly, "I usually don't eat this kind of meat even if I starve to death."

"I'll treat you to a steak dinner another day." Mary comforted her.

"I want to eat human flesh." Greyback glanced at Mary. "It'd better be the flesh of a tender little girl like you."

"Don't even think about it." Mary scowled, "Unless you can persuade a sheep to be eaten by wolves voluntarily."

"So you compare yourself to a sheep?"

"This is just a metaphor, but if you think of me as a sheep, you will regret it."

"By the way, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to bite her for me," Mary replied happily.

"..."

"Then, I'll see you next time, Professor Umbridge." When Umbridge woke up, Mary had already untied her and even poured her a cup of tea—"but you'd better not Drink, or I'll have to throw the tea set away."

"Then, let's end this heart-pounding day and say goodbye to each other." Mary smiled politely, "You can barely be considered smart enough to know what to say and what to say. If I hear something, I won't You should hear the wind, you understand, I will spread the news that you are a werewolf, and I don't need to say more about the consequences."

Umbridge stared and remained motionless.

"Also, if I need to go to the Ministry of Magic in the future, I will need to take care of you more. Are you listening to me, Professor Umbridge?"

"..."

"It's a pity." Mary smiled regretfully, "I wanted to give you half a year's wolfbane potion."

"……What did you say?"

"Wolfwolf potion." Mary said again tirelessly, "Even now it's a hot item, and the market price is high. Although I haven't bought it for a long time, you know that I have a good relationship with Severus. If you need-"

"Thank you in advance, Miss Flamel!" Umbridge nodded hastily.

"Where, it's easy to do, you are really reasonable, Professor." Mary smiled brightly.

"I found that you only use honorific names in one situation now." Camille reappeared at some unknown time, "It's when the other party has no defense against you, and it doesn't matter whether you use honorific names or not."

"Really?" Mary smiled, "What a meaningful discovery, Mrs. Camille."

"..."

Author has something to say: Lily Luna Porter

I'm racking my brains to get Harry and the others out of Grimmauld Place, and I think these three are too useless, Mary can handle them all by herself