[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"I have received new memories." Not two hours after destroying the locket, Tom contacted Mary, "Is everything alright with you?"

"It's all okay." Mary's voice was a little low, "But you also know that? I'm different from you. Not only will I receive memories, but I will also find back my so-called lost emotions."

"Of course, I remember it all too well. Why, do you feel anything special right now?"

"Let me tell you this." Mary's voice was distressed, but she couldn't suppress a hint of excitement, "I think the Dark Lord is so weak now, I don't know why I thought he was weaker than me before. Much better."

There was a moment of silence on Tom's side, then he sighed. "It's not a good thing to underestimate the enemy. To be honest, it's thanks to his arrogance that we can plot against him right now."

"Really? That's what bothers me." Mary frowned.

"But it's not a bad thing." Tom said briskly, "You're right, he really isn't worth our troubles."

"You are the most arrogant, dear Tom."

"Thank you for the compliment. This is what we should be like, okay? Your temper has been worn down too much by Potter."

Mary couldn't deny it.

"Savior Potter, what are they doing now?"

"They?" Mary looked up at Harry a few times, "discussing whose Patronus is that."

"Could it be Kingsley?" Hermione guessed.

"No, Kingsley's Patronus is a lynx." Moody bluntly denied her conjecture.

"But the Patronus can change." Hermione said unconvinced.

"You mean Tonks, and it's because she's in love with Lupine. I can't see why Kingsley's Patronus should be a doe."

"Could it be Sirius?" Ron went on to guess.

"No." Harry shook his head. "If Sirius was around, he wouldn't hide and give us the sword in this way."

"Well, you're right." Ron said a little unconvinced. "Is there anyone we know whose Patronus is a doe?"

"Maybe..." Hermione hesitated.

"What?" The others looked at her.

"I'm just guessing." Hermione hesitated, "Maybe it's Mary?"

A silence.

"impossible--"

"Impossible." Before Moody could finish, Harry interrupted, "Mary is dead, didn't you always expect me to face that?"

"Yeah, we're just hoping for the worst," said Hermione sadly, "but in case, I mean in case, in case Mary she..."

"Then why is she hiding?" Harry asked blankly.

Hermione had nothing to say.

Another unbearable silence.

"Did you know, Harry?" After a long time, Moody cleared his throat. "You surprised me. I didn't expect you to recover from Flamel's death so quickly."

"Isn't that what you want?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Yes, but—" Moody frowned slightly, "I thought you loved her very much."

"Nothing is against time," said Harry.

This is the last silence.

the next day.

"Professor Moody?" Hermione approached Moody cautiously, because Moody seemed to be in a bad mood. "Is it convenient for you to answer my question now?"

"Of course honey, what's the matter?" Moody asked.

"That's it." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and spread out the "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" that Dumbledore left her, "Do you know what this symbol means?"

Moody took one look. "Deathly Hallows," he said quite simply.

"Death... sorry?"

"Deathly Hallows." Moody nodded affirmatively, "I think you must have heard of "A Tale of Three Brothers"?"

"Of course." Hermione and Ron replied together. "Who hasn't heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of it." Harry said innocently, "What is that?"

"..." Guys without childhood.

After Hermione told the story to Harry, Moody nodded again: "That's the Deathly Hallows. The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak. According to legend, as long as you get these three things, you can become a Master of Death."

"Well, but these are just legends, aren't they, Professor?" Hermione asked, perhaps because Moody's expression was too serious.

"You think so?" Moody gave Hermione a sly look with his magic eye, and then quickly moved away. "I remember you were Muggle-born, Hermione?"

"Yes." Hermione was taken aback, "Is there a problem?"

"I mean you're still too Muggle-minded," said Moody. "Why can't it be true?"

"What?" Hermione was surprised, confused, and a little angry, "but...how is this possible?"

"It is true that even some wizards only regard this fairy tale as a fairy tale, but I must say that they do exist."

"You're talking as if you've seen it with your own eyes," said Hermione sarcastically.

Moody's magic eyes turned on her sharply, startling Hermione. "Of course I've seen it! And more than one!"

"what?"

"The Invisibility Cloak—" Moody pouted at Harry, "The Elder Wand—I'm sure I've seen it at Dumbledore's." He sighed again, lowering his voice, "And the Resurrection Stone , I'm sure I've had it. It's a pity then... alas."

Voldemort didn't know about the Deathly Hallows, and of course he wasn't one to read fairy tales anyway.Of the three he had only heard of the Elder Wand, but only thought it was a powerful wand.But to take a step back, even if Voldemort knew about the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak, Mary doubted that he would take them seriously: he has no one to resurrect, and he can be perfectly invisible without the Invisibility Cloak.

If Voldemort suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to collect the three Deathly Hallows, it could only be that one sentence hit his sensitive point: the person who owns the three Deathly Hallows will become the master of Death.There is no doubt that this is what he has been looking for.

The first time Mary read the stories of Beedle the Poet was in the second grade, and she heard Ernest recite a few words by chance. At that time, she laughed at him as a child who believed in fairy tales, but she still went to find the original story. See, but like Hermione, she didn't take the Deathly Hallows seriously, until Grindelwald told Mary about the Deathly Hallows a year ago, and Mary didn't know that the Elder Wand...was really the Elder Wand ...and he bluntly handed the wand to Voldemort...

"He's still kind of nuts, isn't he?" Hermione whispered to Ron. "I always thought he was better than he was."

"Well, but that's what all the great wizards are, isn't it?" said Ron, "and we're not really sure that the Deathly Hallows don't exist."

"You think those crazy things are true?" Hermione looked at him angrily.

"I don't think that's crazy," Harry interjected cautiously. "I think it makes sense."

"What?!" Hermione looked at Harry and Moody like two madmen.

"I remembered, I saw the ring of Marvolo's family in my memory last year, and it also had the logo of the Deathly Hallows on it. Maybe that is actually the resurrection stone?"

"It makes sense." Moody froze for a moment, then nodded.The two immediately had a lively discussion.

"...they're both crazy, I shouldn't be asking about it," said Hermione through gritted teeth.

"But that's exactly why Dumbledore left you that book," said Ron.

"So you also agree with the nonsense that there are Deathly Hallows in the world?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head innocently.

"...The resurrection stone is most likely the ring of the Gaunt family. I think Dumbledore left it for me, and it's in here." Harry shook the snitch in his hand excitedly.

"Oh, is that so?" Moody looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that Harry's brains suddenly flowed like a river, and it really sounded so reasonable.

"He must be looking for the Elder Wand, but it's also possible he's already found it, I saw Voldemort's brain recently—"

"Wait a minute!" Moody stopped Harry suddenly and stood up abruptly. "I forgot to tell you, that name can't—"

It was already late, the looking glass on the table spun crazily, and the sound of sparse footsteps came from all directions.

Ron took out the extinguisher, and the tent was suddenly dark.

"Professor Moody?" Hermione whispered nervously.

With a loud crack, the black figure that had been standing there quietly disappeared.

"Professor Moody?!"

"Professor Moody?!"

"Mary?"

"He Apparated! Can you believe it?!" Ron looked at the other two figures in the darkness in disbelief. "What did you just say, Harry?"

"It's nothing."

"Shut up!" Hermione's voice trembled.

At the same time, a piercing voice came from outside: "Put your hands up and come out of the tent!"

Severus Snape was staring intently at the cauldron in front of him emitting smoke, his right hand was steadily preparing to drop something into it, this was the last step, as long as-

Bang!

A loud noise came from the basement, and Snape's eyebrows trembled. Although he didn't miss the whole bottle of potion, it was a waste for him to drop any extra potion, and his face was gloomy. go down.

"Marie Flamel—!"

Before he could yell out, Mary had already rushed up from the basement, her face was uglier than his, and she said right away, "Who is in charge of patrolling our area today?"

"You were discovered?" Snape became serious. "I think it was Greyback."

"Oh." Mary breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay."

"But the werewolf's right to speak will always be questioned." Snape frowned, "Greyback must send those three to Malfoy Manor."

"Who's in Malfoy Manor now?"

"Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco back for the holidays," Snape said, "and Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Tsk." Mary clicked her tongue in extreme displeasure, "That woman alone is more troublesome than all the others combined."

"So, what are you going to do?" Snape asked.

Mary glanced at the closet at Snape's house: "Who's there?"

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