[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

"As you can see, Nicole has already left." Mrs. Mailer said sadly.She covered her face with her hands, unwilling to continue the topic.

A comfortable armchair slid out from the wall, and Mrs. Mailer sat down slowly with the support of her adoptive daughter.She put her hands on her knees and said nothing.

"Madam has been like this since Mr. Mailer left." The adoptive daughter said apologetically, "You are the distinguished guests of the Mailer family, but I am really sorry, Madam is not in a very good condition now."

"Didn't Mr. Mailer hold a funeral?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Yes, madam hopes to be with sir all the time." The adopted daughter of the Mailers is not too young, and when she stands hunched over in a corner of the room, you can hardly feel the presence of a stranger.She spoke in a hoarse voice, staring directly at Hermione with a pair of sunken dark eyes, "I hope I can help you, guest."

Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly, "We are just guests who took the liberty to come to visit."

"Then I won't bother you." The adopted daughter lowered her head.With that said, she walked away step by step.

Harry cast a few eavesdropping charms on the room, and from the very beginning, they were suspicious of the adopted daughter.Even the Mrs. Mailer in front of them, if it wasn't for the alchemy formation in this room fully accepting the other party, they would almost suspect that the old lady in front of them had been swapped.

"I am deeply saddened by Mr. Mailer's departure." Draco said softly, regardless of the facts, the departure of a great alchemist is worth remembering. For more than 600 years, Nicole Mailer is not only a brilliant stroke of alchemy, but also a myth of creating immortal miracles. The rise and fall of hundreds of years of honor and disgrace, Master Mailer has always practiced to promote the development of the wizarding world.

The four bowed deeply to the great man lying on the bed.Hermione comforted Mrs. Mailer softly, "Mr. Mailer seems very peaceful."

"He's asleep." Mrs. Mailer lifted her face from her hands.

"I can understand your feelings." Hermione said softly, "When important people leave, we are left with endless watch, but everything has to go on, doesn't it?"

"You—you're right." Mrs. Mailer sat up straight, her face showing painful struggles, "Death is like waking up to sleep for us, Nicole and I—no—!"

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?" Ron grabbed the other's arm, and he could feel Mrs. Mailer's pain. She twisted her face and gestured to the "Daily Prophet" on the bedside with trembling fingers.

"Do you want to read a newspaper?" Harry handed it over.

"It's nothing." Mrs. Mailer, who took the newspaper, regained her composure.Just when Harry and the others were puzzled, someone knocked on the closed door, and the adopted daughter who had gone back and forth came into the room with a tray. "I have prepared some food for you." As she said, she placed the tray on the small table in the house.Four cups of clear yellow tea, a few slices of browned bread, and a few bunches of juicy purple-black grapes—the adoptive daughter did not intend to leave after the food was arranged. She stood beside Mrs. Mailer, gently resting one hand on the on each other's shoulders.

"Little Camellia..." Mrs. Mailer's expression fell into a trance again.She looked tired and old, with dense capillaries intertwined under the almost transparent skin.

Harry smelled another unpleasant smell, mixed with the aroma of food.The adopted daughter warmly greeted them to eat, but they would not take a bite of the delicious food.

"You've always been respectful to them?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.This adopted daughter is different. She doesn't refer to the Mailers as father and mother.

The adoptive daughter hesitated for a moment, "My birth should not be worthy of that extravagant title."

"I believe Master Mailer doesn't care about this, if they adopt you..." Seeing the other party's performance, Hermione strengthened her guess.In their previous lives, they had never heard of any child adopted by the Mailers, even if they were like the other party, they would not be able to raise such a child—this little camellia is not so much the adopted daughter of the other party as Mailer servants in the house.

"I don't understand what you mean." The adoptive daughter avoided Hermione's eyes. She subconsciously looked at Mrs. Mailer, only to see that the trembling woman suddenly opened her eyes, and she spat out with no effort. A place name, "Epping Forest!" It made her convulse.

"What's that?" Ron said quickly.

"What are you talking about, ma'am?" The adopted daughter quickly walked to Mrs. Mailer's side, and she grabbed the armrest of the chair and asked eagerly.

Mrs. Mailer saw her reaction, she tightly grasped the opponent's hand, and threw her adopted daughter out with all her strength. "Potter - Potter -" Mrs. Mailer stretched out her hand, and then a series of things happened one after another.The whole room started to vibrate, the lighting in the room flickered, and Nicome Le's body was drying up and shrinking rapidly.

Ron was stunned, and subconsciously shouted: "Mrs. Mailer!" The old woman's voice was intermittent, "Epping...is the place where Merlin slept, back then—" Her eyes widened in horror, her thin skin Unknown things were slowly squirming, Mrs. Mailer's eyes were fixed on them, and her throat seemed to be choked, and she could only make a hoarse grunt.Harry looked at her, and saw Mrs. Mailer's finger tap the "Daily Prophet" on her knee, and then her body collapsed, and a big emerald snake slipped out of her neck! !

What happened to Bathilda Bagshot happened again, and the four of them backed away quickly. Harry's scar burst into severe pain, and he heard a cold voice echoing in his mind: "Grab him!" !"

The body of the big snake shot towards him like a cannonball. Harry turned his body sideways sensitively, avoiding the attack from the snake's mouth, but was tripped by the thick snake's tail and fell to the ground.

"Passed out!"

The huge snake's body was extremely flexible, and after evading a spell, the more frustrated and braver snake quickly entangled itself towards the target.

"Harry!" Hermione's wand emitted a red light, and this huge force hit the big snake's head, as if it had been burned by magic, and it raised its head high in pain.

"Voldemort's bastard!" Ron said bitterly, knocking the huge snake head to the ground with one fist.The adopted daughter who fell in the corner stood up. She looked at the four of them and laughed wildly. Her voice changed from thin to thick, her height gradually lengthened, and her face also changed. Within a few seconds, The face of Barty Crouch Jr. appeared. "Can't believe it, Potter? I killed Mailer days before you came here, what a weak, stupid, ignorant fellow, he doesn't deserve to live, with his loving wife If it wasn't for the delusional attempt to dig out some information from that old woman, I would have sent her to meet Merlin a long time ago."

"Surprised, isn't it, Potter? I'd say Master shouldn't have spent so much energy on you. You're just an ordinary Hufflepuff. If it weren't for the good luck your bastard mother gave you How can he live on like this until now—along with these servants who are dazzled by the halo of the savior, a depraved Weasley, a lowly Mudblood, and a, oh—tradition-destroying Malfoy." Little Barty's eyes narrowed Get up, "As expected of Lucius' son, like your bastard's father, he is used to begging for mercy. I heard that your father has done a good job in the Order of the Phoenix? If you are willing to kneel down and beg me now, I can consider working in Boston. Please intercede for your father after Te's death, and let our great master hear the unspeakable secrets of the Malfoy family who accidentally took the wrong position."

"Shut up!" A dazzling green light flashed, and the trajectory of the two killing spells collided, and the converging spells were shot in the wrong direction, one hit the window of the house, and the other shot towards the roof. "Malfoy never bows to anyone! As for you, Crouch, do you know that the monster you kiss your robes every day is just the offspring of a Muggle and a Squib, a filth born of a love potion."

"Malfoy! How dare you!" Draco responded with another death curse, but it was a pity that the curse that should have killed him was easily dispelled by Draco.

"Get rid of him." Harry said grimly, his glowing glasses blocking the look in his eyes.

Another green light flashed, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s body fell to the ground.Harry glanced at the other party in disgust, closed his eyes, and digested the memory he had snatched from the other party's mind.

It was a spell that drained memories from a dead man, something his spirit had learned from that man while he was wandering in King's Cross Station.As a blood-stained dark wizard, the other party can only cast spells that can eat people without spitting out bones.

With Harry's spell, Crouch's head shrank until it finally turned into a ball of evil meat.In the memory of Barty Crouch Jr., Harry saw this cunning man create a massacre in a nearby village in order to deceive the Mailers' trust. As the only remaining Squib who survived the massacre, he was killed by the kind Mailers Temporarily kept at home.Barty Crouch killed Nicole Mailer after trying to snoop on the Deathly Hallows and revealed his identity, and controlled Mrs. Mailer's body to run the house.

The Death Eaters created one after another massacre, lurking next to Dumbledore's old friend, for nothing more than... There was a sad look in Harry's eyes, and he thought that when everything happened, something would happen Change.Harry thought of the fallen figure of the old headmaster, the dead Mailers and his wife, and those helpless Muggles under the reappearance of their bones...

Anger swept through like a gust of wind.

"Harry." Draco grabbed the black-haired man's shoulders, "Go back."

The raging fire engulfed the whole house like a roaring dragon.Burning out joy, anger, sorrow and joy, may Nicole Mellor and his wife sleep peacefully in the ashes...

Flickering flames danced in the eyes of the Savior.The moment his body flew into the air, Harry pursed his lips tightly——Voldemort, one day, I will definitely make you pay with blood!

The author has something to say:

I actually forgot that I asked Draco to kill Nagini! ! !

Sure enough, it is cheating others, please let me know if there are bugs.

It feels like three years is too long, but the writing style of the stupid author has not improved at all.

In the codeword, there is basically no time to update the text on weekends.

There is also a point that everyone is very concerned about. I will finish writing this article, and I will finish vomiting blood. Within this month, o(￣ヘ￣o#) will make a fist!