Harder Aurora

He fell to the ground and remained motionless.

"what!"

"Help--"

The students ran away screaming, but the Hungarian Horntail did not intend to let the others go. Its eyes turned blood suspiciously and it roared in the direction of James and Allen.

Harry bit his lower lip tightly, sure enough something had happened.He winked at Ron and Ginny, who immediately took Albus away, and Ron turned and ran towards the students.

He ran directly to the field to pick up Agathe, who was severely burned, but the next scene made his pupils constrict - the Horntail spread its terrifyingly large wings and rushed towards James.

Sensitively aware of the danger, James grabbed Allen's hand and ran away desperately, but there were too many people and panic, and they were stuck in the air.

"I suddenly have a very bad premonition!" With pale lips, he shouted into Alan's ear.

"Me too—" Allen turned around in fear, and the shadow of the Hungarian Horntail magnified infinitely in his pupils, followed by a strong red light and a billowing heat wave.

The wooden frame under his feet collapsed, and everything burned, screaming, crying, and the sound of dragon wings flapping.James fell in a daze, but didn't feel the pain of being burned.

He fell heavily on the broken board, and a person was crushed on top of him, and that person held him tightly in his arms, "...Dad!"

James cried and sat up, his own back burned and bloodied as his father risked Apparating in front of him to shield him from the flames just before the flames touched him.

"Uncle Weasley!" Ron ran towards them in embarrassment, but there were seriously injured students all around, and the rest of the uninjured professors were trying their best to help the students.James swallowed his panic and distress, "I'm fine here, I'll take Dad to the medical wing! Hungarian Horntail, you have to catch it first!"

Ron suddenly looked up at the soaring Hungarian Horntail, which was flying in the direction of Slytherin. His subordinate Oro reacted very quickly, and he had already mounted a broom and followed behind.

The stands of Slytherin soon collapsed, "Go!", Snape and McGonagall stood in front of the students, casting spells one after another, but it was useless to the hard scales.

Fortunately, the Slytherin stand was the second place to be attacked, and most of them ran to the ground before the stand collapsed, but the road that followed was a narrow and rugged mountain road, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Run, Charles!" Dominic shouted desperately to Charles, who hadn't had time to escape to the ground.

Charles groaned in his heart, he shouldn't have come, especially when he was not in good health.He was dizzy and fell down the stairs just now, much slower than the others.

The broken stand slid towards a relatively gentle cliff on one side, and the Hungarian Horntail miraculously let go of a large group of students on the mountain road, turned and flew towards the falling stand.

"?" Snape and Mag couldn't understand the dragon's behavior, but they still chased after it.

Charles stared dizzily at the fast-moving ground, his head was buzzing, as if something was about to burst out and burst his head.

"--run away--" "Jump down--"

Other people's voices seemed to come from some distant emptiness, and they were so light that they couldn't fall into reality.But he obeyed obediently. He let go of his hand, fell onto the gentle mountain wall, and rolled a few times before stopping.

He slowly opened his eyes, the huge shadow blocked the sunlight, but he could see the red eyes of the hornet.

Why is it so angry?

"...you are going to die...", that voice again.

The giant dragon opened the giant citron, and the magma in its body was about to pour all over him.

"...you know what to do..."

The Horntail's mouth opened to an incredible angle, and its chest began to turn red.

"...what to do...how to survive..."

"...that spell..." His voice was so ugly, every word was like the most vicious curse.

"Which spell?" he murmured, raising his wand.

"...You know…"

He remembered.

"Avada Kedavra."

A sharp green light erupted from the tip of the wand, hitting the dragon's chest unstoppably.

Green spread on its skin like a plague, and after the green was dead gray, the cursed color instantly enveloped his whole body.

Ron was riding a broom, panting and stopped in mid-air, and the other Oros also stopped, staring blankly at this spectacular and weird scene.

The Hungarian Horntail exploded and was torn from its body by the force from hell. The flying body fragments turned into fly ash in the wind, and the sky was filled with green light. This scene is beautiful.

"That's impossible." Snape shook his head slowly, shocked to the extreme.

McGonagall staggered and knelt on the ground, "...Severus...this is the death curse..."

"Yes, Minerva," he said bitterly, "Dementor's Kiss."

☆, love and hate intertwined

Harry hid under the cloak, careful not to make a sound.Yes, he's on a night tour again, and he's stalking Malfoy again, although Hermione and Ron had a few fights with him about it, they all thought he was too neurotic and paranoid, Voldemort couldn't have allowed underage wizards to join Death Eaters.But Harry firmly believed that Malfoy must have some conspiracy.

Malfoy always moves mysteriously and behaves strangely, especially last time he saw Malfoy's schoolbag dropped and the books scattered all over the floor, with his panicked and scared expression, he was so nervous that he wanted to faint immediately when he stuffed the book back The downcast expression made him firmly believe that Malfoy must have some conspiracy.

As long as he finds out this conspiracy, he may be able to send the whole Malfoy family to Azkaban by the way, which will also help the arduous task of eliminating Voldemort.

"Pure." Malfoy said coldly the strange Slytherin password, Harry's heart beat faster, and he slipped in before the door was closed.

Harry saw Parkinson and Blaise actually tongue kissing on the sofa, and he was so disgusted that he almost screamed out - not that they were disgusting, but... this kind of behavior was done by a vicious Slytherin, it was creepy , and he always thought that Parkinson and Malfoy were a couple.

Blaise squinted at Malfoy in his busy schedule, stretched out two long legs frivolously to clamp his left ankle, "Come on, Malfoy, do you really want to be virgin for Greengrass?"

Malfoy kicked him angrily, "Get out, I'm afraid of getting sick."

Others in the saloon laughed, "Don't bother him, Blaise, not everyone can touch a blonde beauty."

"I know who to touch." Blaise gave Malfoy a wink.Malfoy frowned in disgust and kicked him again, his eyes threatening.

What do you mean, it's not Greengrass anymore?Harry followed Malfoy's angry footsteps full of doubts, his eyes suddenly widened, it couldn't be Voldemort.Harry's imagination was running fast, this is indeed something Lucius Malfoy can do, it's pathetic, no, it deserves it.

Malfoy threw his schoolbag on the bed with a displeased face, turned around and locked the door with at least five protective spells with his wand.

"... "

"Alahoo hole," Harry said silently to the lock as Malfoy turned around.

It's useless, and the protective spell has no meaning of loosening.It's over, he has only two choices tonight, sleep under the bed, or show up suddenly to duel with Malfoy.

"Damn Potter," Malfoy said resentfully, in a low voice.

Harry's ears perked up when he was called suddenly. This man hated him so much that he would insult him even when he was alone.

Malfoy sat up suddenly, his hair disheveled, and he emptied all the contents of his schoolbag.He picked up a diary-like thing with a black cover and opened it, at first he didn't know what he was writing.

He wrote for a long time, and it could be seen that he was very emotional, gnashing his teeth, and sometimes seemed aggrieved. What's more terrible, Harry swore, for a moment he saw Malfoy blushing!

There is only one explanation for this abnormal state of mind. Malfoy, like Ginny, was entangled by Voldemort. The props of this diary and Blaise's words all matched.

As a Gryffindor, he should have stood up heroically and rescued Malfoy; but as someone who had been targeted for six years—

Malfoy finally finished his diary, lying on his back on the mattress with the diary on his chest, next to his heart.

He lay silent for a while, his face expressionless, and then, to Harry's horror, Malfoy's pale cheeks began to gleam - he was crying.

He wept silently like this, and the blond hair that fell on the pillow was soaked.

Harry felt his insides squirming weirdly, what to do, he couldn't stand anyone crying in front of him... well, he'd save him, reluctantly.

Malfoy frowned and closed his beautiful eyes. He should be very sleepy, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious.It didn't take long for him to fall asleep completely, his eyelashes resting softly on the lying silkworm, as if the spikes all over his body disappeared with the rising of the moon.

Harry had never seen a Malfoy who was not so quiet, and he admitted unconvinced that Malfoy was indeed very good-looking.

Harry pulled the cloak away and slapped himself.This wasn't admiration-evaluation time for Malfoy's looks, he had more important tasks.

The diary was carefully spread out, Harry sat on Malfoy's desk, his wand was the only light source in the room, although it was too dim, it was enough to read the writing on the diary.

"...he had another date with a Ravenclaw bitch today..."

The first sentence stunned Harry, Malfoy was so rude, he even insulted and slandered innocent people in his diary, and besides, he and Qiu had already broken up.

Harry flipped back impatiently, but the content behind it was even more shocking.

"...Damn Scarhead, he finally broke up with that old Ravenclaw woman..."

This seems to be different from what he thought.

"...very good, he's hooked up with the red-haired weasel again..."

"...Stop thinking about the impossible, all you need to do is survive the Dark Lord and marry Astoria..."

"...Did I look at him so clearly? Damn Blaise, he got caught, should I tell my father to silence--then my father will know that I have a crush on Harry. Damn. Potter, awesome, He'll disinherit me and grind me to a pulp."

Harry wanted to turn to the next page, but couldn't.

Because his hands were already shaking like an old man who was dying of old age.

Malfoy had a crush on him, which was even more absurd than Voldemort being his real father.Harry tried hard to remember every bit of the past, whether he had left something behind or overlooked something, so that he couldn't see the terrible truth.

The answer was no, Malfoy had hated him since the first year, and Harry sometimes wondered if he was Malfoy's father-killing enemy, but Lucius' hideous face always broke his idea.

why?

Harry looked at the quill in his right hand in confusion, why did Malfoy make things so complicated.

"Look what I found." Harry unconsciously wrote at the end of the diary.

In the next few days, Harry was out of sorts. He couldn't even attend to Dumbledore's homework, and he was absent-minded from morning to night. Hermione still chatted with him worriedly because of this, "If you still love Qiu? , why didn't you tell her?"

"What?" Harry asked as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Hermione sighed sympathetically, "God, you really love Cho."

"what?"

"Oh, poor Harry." Hermione hugged him tearfully.

As for Malfoy's situation, he really wanted to know, but it's a pity that he couldn't hit the class these days.Harry tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep, "Forget it, damn it, that's Malfoy." He pulled the quilt over his head and hid under the bed.

Too bad his self-hypnosis didn't work at all.As soon as he closed his eyes, it was Malfoy's tearful but expressionless face.

Is that for him?

Harry sat up in a breakdown, unable to sleep even more.

Ron turned over in a daze, "Stop sleepwalking buddy... go to bed early..."

He couldn't sleep anymore, at least not until Malfoy was dealt with.Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked straight to the Slytherin dungeon in his pajamas.

Looking at the portrait in the doorway, Harry tentatively asked, "Pure?"

"wrong."

"The Muggle Extermination Project?"

"…wrong"

"Noble blood?"

The doorway opened immediately.

"Brace, why is the door open?"

Harry almost fell ill from fright, and Blaise Zabini stayed up in the middle of the night, nestling on the sofa with a girl in his arms.

Luckily Harry was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, and Blaise was obviously too drunk to bother with this little episode.

Blaise pushed the girl away and stood up unsteadily.

"Hey!" The girl slapped him angrily, picked up the clothes and stomped away.

"Women," Blaise sighed with a smile, "Come on, Blaise—go see if dear Draco is asleep."

Harry felt a little uncomfortable, but followed quietly.

Blaise staggered to Malfoy's door, "Draco—"

The door opened immediately, and it was obvious that Malfoy hadn't slept at all, and Harry saw that the bags under his eyes were getting worse, and it was particularly conspicuous on his pale, bloodless face, Voldemort must have made him almost collapse.

But it's not ugly, and there's even a languid beauty about it.

Why had he never found Malfoy so good-looking.

"It's early morning, Blaise! Be quiet!" Draco warned in a low voice in his pajamas.

"Honey, I miss you."

Harry, Malfoy: "..."

"missyoutoo, get out." Malfoy rolled his eyes and was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute," Blaise blocked the door with his foot, "say one more time."

Malfoy directly opened the door completely angrily, "Okay, okay—missyoutoo"

Blaise blew him a kiss in satisfaction, hummed and swayed back to his bedroom.

Malfoy locked the door wearily, and continued to look at the diary spread out on the desk with a sad face.

He was going to die, because his secret was discovered, and the man would surely tell the story, and then he would be in the Daily Prophet, his parents would be disgraced by him, and the Dark Lord would torture and execute him cruelly.

"Look what I found."

"who are you?"

He wrote so.

"Harry, don't watch." Hermione gave him a warning look, "Don't start again, you are already going to be locked up by Snape, do you want to spend the rest of the time with Snape?" ?”

Snape's cold gaze swept over again, and Harry reluctantly looked away from Malfoy's face.

He was very much looking forward to Malfoy's reaction to his message tonight.

"I won't tell you." This was his first thought, but he rejected it immediately.

"Guess who I am?", this one is not very good either.

Do you want to be direct, such as "Why do you like me?"

Harry nodded in satisfaction, almost.

"You actually like me, I didn't expect it."

This is what he ended up writing.

Things had gone as he'd expected, and Malfoy was nearly insane when he saw it.

"Merlin—" he murmured, "I can't live anymore." As he spoke, he took out a letter knife from the drawer and cut off his wrist.

Had it not been for Blaise's sudden intrusion, Harry would have jumped out of the Invisibility Cloak to stop his stupid behavior.

"Draco—what are you doing?" Blaise looked at his wrist in horror, "Is it because of me? I'm sorry, I won't bother you anymore, don't hurt yourself!"

"I'm just—" Draco threw the letter knife to the ground, "I'm just sleepwalking."

Knife lay alone on the floor, just like him.

After sending Blaise away, Malfoy's spirit finally broke down.

He stood blankly in the room for a while, then as if he suddenly remembered something, he picked up a quill pen on a pillow, and wrote down the name that made him love and hate, "Harry Potter ’, he muttered the name hatefully, then jerked to his feet and drew his wand.

"Fractured!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Avada—" He covered his mouth in horror, the wand fell to the ground, the pillow had turned into a piece of coke, he didn't want Harry to die.

Malfoy's gray-blue eyes widened, and he began to cry again, "You just want to humiliate me."

"No, I didn't mean that," Harry replied silently.

"No! You are, you and your weasel and mudblood laughed at me and insulted me...", he said to himself, leaning against the wall sadly, and slowly slid to the ground.

He hugged his slender knees, huddled into a small ball in the corner, and choked up sadly.

Harry sighed softly, and was about to get out from under the invisibility cloak, but Malfoy wiped his eyes and stood up, with sadness and stubbornness intertwined on his face, like a giant net, locking joys and sorrows.

"Why can you write in my notebook? You want to humiliate me."

No, thought Harry, and he wrote that too, "I never thought of that."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Harry hadn't expected to run into Malfoy unprepared, and Ginny was right next to him.

The two looked at each other strangely, the only time they didn't quarrel as soon as they met.

Harry watched as Draco struggled to restrain his trembling fingers, and unconsciously took a few steps away from Ginny.

"Go away, Malfoy," Ginny hissed.

"Go away, weasel." Draco raised his eyebrows coldly, looking at Ginny like he was looking at a mean dog.

Sensitively realizing that she was being wantonly insulted and offended, Ginny's eyes turned red with anger, "You—"

"Enough, Malfoy," said Harry, holding Ginny behind him. "Don't be so childish."

Draco pursed his lips tightly, he didn't want to see these two people at all, seeing them intimate.

Potter was warning him, humiliating him, to get the hell out of his way, this disgusting pervert, not to interrupt his date with the she-weasel.

well.

Malfoy turned around with a sneer, although he was as uncomfortable as if he had been cast with a few Cruciatus Curses, but he couldn't lose Malfoy's face, so he pretended to be unkind and arrogant.

"Why did I tell you? Everyone knows you and the red-haired Weasley are a couple.", That's it, humiliate his girlfriend, Potter will hate him even more, and then stay away from him, they can independent of each other forever.

But in Harry's view, it was more like jealousy and coquettishness.

Harry curled his fingers unconsciously, and the tiny electric current was transmitted to his fingertips along the dry ink on the diary, making his cheeks start to heat up inexplicably.

He glanced back at the sleeping boy, bowed his head and wrote, "Ginny and I are not a couple, she is my sister. We can meet every day, why do you write so ridiculously?"

"talktome" Harry looked at his sleeping face, "I can help you, trust me."

After seeing the message, Draco collapsed even more, he couldn't understand Potter.

From his understanding, Potter was sick of humiliating him only on paper, and Potter wanted to humiliate him in person.

But... Draco kicked the motionless Vanishing Cabinet irritably. From what he knew of Potter, he was not such a person.

Harry Potter is Gryffindor with a heart of gold.

Who doesn't like such a person?

How could he not like it?

So, what exactly is Potter thinking?Draco closed his eyes and leaned wearily against the disappearing cabinet.

"What on earth do you want, why can't you go back and hug Dumbledore's thigh to wipe your nose?"

Harry read it out in disbelief, it was too much, and Draco's attack began to spread to the respected headmaster.

"What do you think?" Harry said angrily, and touched the face of the sleeping blond boy with his fingers, which was slippery and cold.

"It's very rude."

Harry sighed, and consciously helped him pull the quilt tight.

"Don't insult Professor Dumbledore. Can we talk, face to face," Harry wrote word for word.

What to talk about, what is there to talk about.The thorns all over Draco stuck out again, and he avoided Harry in self-protection for the next few days. When Harry sat in the first row in class, he went to the last row, and when Harry was in the auditorium, he went to the Astronomy Tower .

There's nothing to talk about, so be it, don't try to hurt me like you did in first grade.

"Obviously I'm insulting you, after all you're the pervert who's obsessed with the principal's pajamas. No"

Harry almost vomited blood when he saw this line. Does this awkward Slytherin really like him? Why does he always say what is ugly, Dumbledore's pajama pants?Merlin, I'm going to throw up—

"I'm not obsessed with the principal's pajama pants. On the contrary, I never discredited you for being obsessed with your father. Didn't your diary say that you like me, why can't we try."

try?try what.After writing this sentence, Harry froze, wondering what he was thinking.

Harry stood up and seriously looked at Draco Malfoy's beautiful and delicate face. The unique platinum blonde hair was soft and soft against his side face. His eyelashes were very long, casting a small shadow on the straight and delicate bridge of the nose , below is the light-colored lips, even in the dream, they are always curved as if they have been wronged.

obsessed.

Harry slowly touched his side face, his fingers slid down slowly along his outline, and stopped on his slightly parted lips, was this really the face he had hated for so many years?

obsessed.

As if being burned, Harry jerked his hand back. What was he doing, what was he thinking?

Do you really want to try?He is more beautiful than Qiu.

Harry admits that he is a pervert, the next day is the weekend, but he wants to stay in Draco Malfoy's dormitory, to see his reaction, he can't wait, he's fed up with only being able to really communicate every few days In a word.

Harry watched Draco wake up dazedly, wash and make the quilt.

He could actually make a quilt even Harry himself couldn't.

Draco saw his diary spread out on the desk, and there was an extra line.

He swallowed hard, walked into the diary slowly, and rested his fingers on the line.

Harry stared at his face so hard that something in his chest was about to burst out, and he could even hear the blood rushing through his own veins.

Draco's eyes were wide open, his brow furrowed sadly, and then quickly unfurled, with an expression that wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

"You are sick, get out of my diary."

He is shaking.

Harry looked at him anxiously.Answer me, Draco.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the quill through the invisibility cloak, even if Draco screamed in fright.

"I'm here, you nod, I'll show up right away."

Draco clung to the wall, watched the quill fly into the air, and wrote on the paper himself.

Immediately, he remembered the story about Potter having an invisibility cloak.

Well, it's all clear, Harry. Stalker. Freaky. Potter is really here, in his room.

"Potter?"

It was quiet.

He half bowed his head and sighed softly.Just nodding.

Half closing his eyes, he nodded slightly.

When he opened his eyes, Potter was already standing three steps away from him, with the famous invisibility cloak in his hand.

☆, defense

"name."

"..."

Still the same silence.The newly appointed Oro is almost tempered by this student, he wants to catch the dark wizard, he wants to go to Hogwarts to protect the safety of the students, not in this boring room with a teenage student who committed the unforgivable crime wasting most of the time.

"Listen, boy, I sympathize with you too." Oro Ralph put down the quill with a headache, "Your professors are trying to help you, but using the Killing Curse is an unforgivable crime— "

"So I either end up being burned to death by a Hungarian Horntail, or sentenced to a Dementor's Kiss?" said the pale, blond Slytherin at last. "That's ridiculous."

"You do not understand--"

"I have the right to remain silent until my lawyer arrives," said Charles dryly.

Oro Ralph couldn't take it anymore, he slammed the table and yelled, "Damn it, I was just asking for your name the whole time!"

"Well then, let me see Mr. Potter."

"Mr Potter was seriously injured and is still unconscious at St. Mungo's."

"Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, any one will do." Charles tilted his head slightly. He is now extremely calm. It is obvious that he has been framed. Something exactly like the young Dark Lord, but tell the Ministry?Oh, then he'd be crushed by all kinds of vicious spells, not even a Dementor's Kiss.

"They're not from the Ministry of Magic, so they can't come in here." Ralph patiently pointed to the floor of the small room with a quill.

"Then tell me, what will happen next." Charles leaned back in his chair relaxedly, showing a cold and indifferent expression.

"Okay, ahem." Ralph took out a piece of paper and read line by line, "First, you will confess your basic personal information under the interrogation of the trainee Oro, and then you will confess your basic personal information under the interrogation of Oro above the intermediate level. Confess the crime process—”

"I did not commit a crime."

"Don't interrupt, son, you really committed a crime. After that, there will be the trial of the Wizengamot... Generally speaking, it is the Director of Law Enforcement, Mr. Porter, who presides over the trial of the Wizengamot, but in view of Bo Mr Te is in St Mungo's, Minister Kingsley is still unconscious, Deputy Minister Mrs Weasley is about to give birth, so your trial will be led by Nick Olsen, Vice-Chairman of the Wizengamot Jazz executes."

"...Your Ministry of Magic is really rotten."

"That kind of talk doesn't help you."

"Nick is the vice chairman, so who is the chairman?"

"Old Mr. Malfoy."

This is the opportunity he was looking for.

"Very well, I want to see Mr. Malfoy."

Ralph sighed heavily, "Why are you so strange? It's just a name. To be honest, I don't know your name, but the process requires you to say it yourself. Besides, I don't want to deal with Malfoy, so just say it, After that, I can get out of this door."

Charles thought of Louise's eyes. She was always worried about whether her only son would be spoiled and become the kind of rich second-generation social dregs who would cause trouble everywhere, do all kinds of evil, do drugs and drink, so she always taught him some tricks, "Charlie, my baby, if one day you are arrested, you must catch the lowest-level people you meet. They will always help you do a lot of things under all kinds of coercion and lure."

"Then find Mr. Malfoy for me. Also, have you notified my family?"

"but--"

"All you need is an anonymous letter, Mr. Ralph, it's very simple." Charles looked directly into his eyes seductively, while unconsciously revealing the expensive couture cufflinks on his sleeve, "I'm an American, I think you You know, they love tipping."

Oro Ralph hesitated, his eyes rolled quickly, but he still said, "Although the conditions are very attractive... But, no, you don't understand the seriousness of this matter, child."

"How serious it can be, I am the victim." Charles rolled his eyes. In his opinion, this is just a boring process that must be completed. After all, who would really pursue a person who bravely protected himself under the fire dragon? Boy, what's more, it's a dragon, not a human being, the big deal is just to lose some money, and his card definitely has enough compensation.

"It's not like that. They are absolutely serious about the death curse." Ralph shook his head sympathetically, "Of course, I also sympathize with your experience, and I will try to contact you, although The ending doesn't change anything."

"Well, thank you Mr. Ralph. And my lawyer?"

"What lawyer?" Oro Ralph's eyes widened.

"According to Article 481, Chapter 375, Page 3 of the Merlin Code, and Article 938, Article 12 of the General Law Enforcement Treaty of the British Ministry of Magic, a detained wizard has the right to apply for a lawyer to defend him. So, where is my lawyer?"

The blond boy said coldly, but Ralph felt cold sweat crawling down his back. He had never heard of these things.

"I'm not too sure either…"

Charles knocked on the table impatiently, and he began to feel a little wrong, "I don't care, this is a clear regulation in the code, and you must follow it."

At this time, the door of the small room was opened, and a group of Oro in black Oro uniforms walked in with a solemn expression. They all held their wands in their hands. The one at the head was a tall woman. She saw He looks quite old, but his mouth is painted very red, which gives people a solemn and solemn feeling.

"Madame Madeleine!" Ralph stood up immediately and bowed to her.

"The Wizengamot demands an immediate court session, Ralph, and we're taking this boy away," Madeleine said without emotion.

Ralph glanced at the boy who was still indifferent, sweating profusely, leaned close to her ear and said, "This boy, he wants a lawyer."

Madeleine looked at Charles coldly, "I'm afraid we can't do it, sir, no lawyer would be willing to take on this case."

Charles also responded with a sneer, "Then I won't say a word."

"That's your problem." Madeleine gestured to her subordinates, "Take it away."

"..." Charles widened his eyes, "What? What's wrong with you? Do you know who I am—"

"It doesn't matter if your dad is the Prime Minister of Great Britain, Muggle boy."

Two burly Auros grabbed his clothes directly for fear of getting a little skin, and their eyes were afraid to look at Charles's in fear.

Charles winked at Ralph beggingly, mouthing exaggeratedly, "Notify my parents! Immediately! Get Anna Bubaji!"

Madeleine noticed their small movements, and said to Ralph in a deep voice, "They are all very panicked, Ralph, I can understand your sympathy for this boy, but, you know, not everyone can use life-killing The spell works, even with a Death Eater. The boy, he's dangerous."

Ralph bowed his head, "Understood, ma'am."

"Professor McGonagall!" As soon as Ron, covered in blood, went to the hall of the Ministry of Magic, he saw McGonagall and Snape confronting several Wizengamots, as well as his Oro Ministry's men, the magic fountain Merlin looked at them compassionately.

"Weasley!" McGonagall relaxed when he saw him, "Why are you covered in blood?"

"It's all students' blood." Ron said sadly, "Fortunately, no one died."

"The law is the law, Minerva." Goodman looked at her regretfully.

"You can't really sentence a boy to a Dementor's Kiss," said Snape coldly, "especially when he bravely saved his own life and did what the three Oros couldn't— Kill that mad hornet."

"What?" Ron's eyes widened. "You can't interrogate Charles Walker." He was also inextricably linked to Harry's beloved villain, and he couldn't let that impolite brat get killed.

Goodman shook his head, "The interrogation is about to start, people are very scared, Minerva, especially the old Wizengamots, they have all experienced wars, and you should know better than me what their attitude towards that spell is. .”

"Then let me in, I can defend him!" Mag frowned angrily.

Seeing Ron, the other Oros consciously stood behind him, and one of them whispered to him, "Madeleine took her away."

"Damn old witch."

In the end, Ralph couldn't escape the moral condemnation, sighed heavily, and walked out of his small interrogation room.He knew Anna Bubaji, but she was from outside the Ministry of Magic, and it was not easy to find. As for the old horse