The Mortal

Entering a secluded corner, under the glare, he spoke hastily and fearfully. "I thought there would be Harry's wand, but the only ones I found in the end seemed to be Snape's, but that's not the point." His hand was opened by Hermione, "I found a corpse in the Vanishing Cabinet..."

Ron succinctly explained with his highest level of sentence construction how he dug out the camera in the warehouse in an unknown year in a panic, and then he took pictures, closed the cabinet door, covered the curtains, and restored the scene to its original state. Leave quietly.

"Help me see." Ron lowered his voice and took out a crumpled photo from his pocket. "Do you know who this is?"

What Hermione wanted to say about Ginny and Harry was kept silent.

She stared at the person above and exclaimed—

"Kent?!"

They started fighting without saying any superfluous nonsense.Maybe Harry wasn't absolutely rational enough, maybe it was a tactic to start a fight, in short, there were many reasons why the spells flew around the room, and none of them had the time to speak for the time being.

Snape knew he had better get out of this small field, not only because of the more dangerous spells being thrown at him - Kent used him as a bargaining chip to keep Harry at bay, which undoubtedly put a lot of burden on the young man - although the calm-faced The boy didn't get distracted to say another word, but Snape knew he was just forcing himself to suppress his boiling emotions.So Snape ventured to get the potion, so he stayed beside Mrs. Anderson and tried to pour her a bottle of potion that was worth a lot of money but didn't know if it would be enough to save a dying life.

The two spells were issued in different directions with a very short interval, which was Kent's magic. Harry didn't hesitate to block the red light directed at the other two people in the room, and then the second light fell on his calf, and he fell to the ground with a muffled groan. Snape subconsciously wanted to help him, Harry grabbed his arm to prop himself up, his eyes fell on Kent who was also busy breathing irregularly.

"Wandless magic." Kent said slowly, staring at him. "Fine. You're fine."

And Harry's polite response to him was another slash.

Kent didn't mind the mean tricks of keeping Harry in place.He couldn't dodge, he blocked all attacks, just like Snape did when protecting him, now it's my turn, he made a promise in his heart, I will protect you.

The previous chasing battle that was not easy and the apparition indeed consumed Harry's mana and stamina to a considerable extent.He moved the sofa in front of them, then sat on the floor and leaned against the back of the backrest to calm his too fast heartbeat.It must be admitted that even if the savior possesses more power than most adult wizards, he has reached the end of his battle. He has experienced two battles, and each spell needs more magic power than the enemy to support to ensure success.

He is holding on.He has to hold on.

"You can't last long," Kent said gruffly on the other side. "Let's talk about terms that are beneficial to both parties."

Harry held the back of Snape's hand lightly and gave him a reassuring look.

"I don't know what else we have to talk about," he replied.

"You and I know very well that you may fall down at any time." Kent said firmly, "I let you go, in exchange, you help me... No, you just need to stand in a neutral position, and I will always Not against you or any of your friends who are on the same side as you."

It's a good condition.

"And watch you turn the wizarding world into one-voice fanatics?"

"It's not like that, I'm just weeding out the bad guys," Kent said. "You should have a deep understanding of what kind of people those pure-blood evil wizards are. I hope that the society will be stable and there will be no conflicts. Isn't that good?"

Harry sneered, not believing a word of it.It's like the door is open, but no one will go out. They have to deal with each other like trapped animals in this cage, or be dealt with by each other.There is never a third possibility.

"What you want is rule with one voice." Harry bluntly revealed the truth. "Maybe I don't know which point of view is right, but at least I can be sure that in any era and under any background, only one point of view is allowed to be wrong."

Quiet spread, but they all knew that it was the prelude to the storm.

Harry looked at Mrs. Anderson, who was silent, and at Snape, who had obvious worry and concern on his face.The man shook his head slightly at him, and Harry's eyes darkened.The sky outside the window had already darkened unknowingly, and the night wind brushed against the window, making small and sharp sounds.

He didn't cry.He's been through many, many deaths.

"Harry," Snape whispered beside him. "Note that when Kent turns to the right, he has a habitual movement, and the time difference is less than a second due to the extra two inches of the elbow out."

Harry nodded seriously, but said nothing.He turned his head and quickly dropped a kiss on the man's cheek, then stood up firmly.

He can't lose.

Ten minutes later Harry managed to induce Kent to turn right a second time. Snape's judgment was absolutely correct, and he did everything he could to take advantage of the fleeting time gap to attack until he heard Kent's subconscious scream.

He is exhausted. Snape was behind him carrying some of the weight for him, and that was the only reason Harry was still standing upright.

"You lost." Harry said calmly.

Kent stared at him sternly, clutching the gash in his belly.After a while, he suddenly showed a weird smile.He leaned on the wall with his left hand, and slowly backed away while keeping his wand raised flat with his right hand.

"No," he said. "I bet you don't even have the ability to stop me from leaving this room."

And that's almost true.

Kent was betting, so he didn't choose to attack rashly. Harry didn't know how many more spells Kent could cast, but he was exhausted and his magic power had bottomed out, so there was no guarantee that the next wandless spell would be cast successfully.He smiled wryly, now thinking of the benefits of wands.

He pursed his lips as he watched Kent exit the door before Disapparation could be used.

Then, Harry gave him a surprised, relaxed smile.

Before Kent could react, a wand was silently pressed against his back.A red-haired witch emerged from the shadows.

"But I have," Ginny said quietly. "Good evening, gentlemen."

Figures of Ron and Hermione also appeared one after another.The former called out his friend's name, and then threw him a slender, dark wooden stick. Harry took it reflexively, gripping the familiar wand tightly, feeling it welcome him.He gave Snape a weird look, and the originally obscure magic gradually became smoother.

Kent's face turned pale all of a sudden, and finally began to panic in a real sense.

"No," he said aloud with effort, as if that would be more convincing. "This is impossible!"

His plan was flawless.He distracted everyone who was in the way, and sent someone to kidnap the Weasley family's youngest and supposedly weakest girl; As a 20-year-old boy without a wand, he was too cautious; he used that Muggle to easily get inside the protective spell, and Snape had no power to speak of by himself.

So, what exactly went wrong?

"Then keep your eyes open and see, it's now possible," Hermione said.

Ginny pushed Kent closer to the wall, then kicked him in the back of the knee. "Kneel down." She ordered clearly.

Kent's knees hit the floor hard.The abdominal injury made him fall forward, and finally hit his forehead on the cold wall.

This must have been a doomed failure.

"It's not over yet." Kent hoarsely threw out the last chip. "After tonight, the Pure Bloods will cease to exist. If you let me go now-"

His vague begging for mercy was cut off mercilessly.

"You think no one can stop your men?" Ginny said behind him.

Kent grinned. "Aurors won't do anything."

"But Aurors are not the only ones in the wizarding world. How many people do you think the Patronus Charm of the few of us is enough to notify during these times?" The red-haired girl tilted her head to look at him, "No matter how far we have traveled or how long we have been away We will fight side by side forever, and that is something you will never understand, and you will never be qualified to touch."

"Only you?" Kent said.

"It's up to us," Ginny said. "I don't think you know enough about what war brings to us. We're not just young graduates, saviors, Ministry of Magic clerks, shopkeepers, newspaper reporters, herbalist apprentices, and even easily An innocent girl kidnapped..." Her bright brown eyes were dazzling, "We are qualified fighters no matter when and where."

She knows, they know who they are and always will be walking with.

Harry stepped forward.He looked at Kent's distressed profile, pointing his wand at his head.

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