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

The hall of black stone was ominously silent amidst the dementor chill.In the middle of the room, a small witch was shivering shivering while shackled on a cold single chair.

Behind the railings of the tribunal sat Umbridge, with Mafalda the Scribe on one side and Morgan Le Fay Avalon on the other with an indifferent face.Under the platform, a silver long-haired cat cruises back and forth, creating a comfortable temperature.

"Are you Mary Elizabeth Katemore?" said Umbridge in her sweet voice.

The witch named shook her head tremblingly.

"Are you married to this Reginald Kettlemore next to you?" Umbridge asked.

The witch nodded again.

"Mazzie-Ellie and Alfred Kettermore are your children?"

Tears flowed from the witch's eyes, and Mrs. Kettermore responded with a sob, "Yes, I hope to be able to go home, my child is waiting for me—"

"Excuse me," Umbridge interrupted. "Mudbloods are not fit mothers."

"You can't—" cried Mrs. Kettermore in despair.Her husband, Reginald Kettlemore, who accompanied him, stood up pale and argued, "She's a half-breed, Ms. Umbridge." Kettlemore said anxiously, "My wife's grandfather was a Wizard, his name is Elvin White, he's a—”

"Quiet," said Umbridge in her sweet, magically amplified voice, "please don't disturb the order."

Two dementors floated out of the queue. Under their influence, Mrs. Katemore fell into a terrible memory. Umbridge watched this scene with satisfaction, "It seems that you need a registration." She Let out a little girl's laughter, "Given your origin, we will take you away."

"No!" Katemore shouted excitedly towards the courtroom, "You can't do this to my wife! I told you! My wife's grandfather is a wizard, you can go and check the information, Elvin White, he is in There's a bookshop in Diagon Alley—get your dirty hands off my wife, get your hands off—"

"Reginald Kettermore." Umbridge reminded him sternly, "This is the last warning I will give you! If you disturb our program again, I will give you a dementor kiss."

She threatened—the man subsided, and he watched in despair as the dementors grabbed his unconscious wife in their fetid, scabbed hands, carried her, and slid away down the aisle.Wherever they went, it slowly dimmed and lost the light until it was pitch black.

"Next, Louis Awadton," continued Umbridge.

After a while, the door was pushed open, accompanied by cheers that broke through the sky, and a girl with brown curly hair walked in.A resting black kitten lay on her shoulder, and a silver minase jumped happily in front of her.

Behind her was a group of wizards waiting to be tried. They shouted the girl's name excitedly, with joyful smiles on their faces.

Joy and hope are back!

The air became warm, and the two dementors backed away in horror.Katemore took his unconscious wife, thanking him hoarsely.Umbridge on the judgment seat looked at this scene in disbelief, and said in a sharp voice, "How dare you, Miss Hermione Granger, how dare you."

"Actually." Raventraw of Hefa walked to the middle of the hall without showing any signs of expression, "According to the Ministry of Magic's Muggle-born Wizard Registration Regulations, I, Hermione Jane Granger, should come here to accept trial."

Umbridge gasped, subconsciously looking to the right, trying to ask the new deputy minister for advice.The woman squinted her eyes, her expression was dangerous and arrogant, "Hermione Granger," the woman said, "are you going to challenge the authority of the Ministry of Magic?"

She always had an air of superiority. "We all know whose servant you are." The girl said indifferently, which made Umbridge suddenly realize the fact that Hermione Granger looked down on Morgan Lefey Avalon.How dare she?how come? !

Avalon is the most trusted confidant of the Dark Lord and the most powerful woman in Germany. She may also be the reincarnation of the banshee Vivian! ——No one dared to speak to Morgan Le Fay Avalon in such a tone, so contemptuous and disrespectful, if someone spoke like this—Umbridge thought that the Mudblood was going to be in trouble!

"Catch her!"

The woman's cruel order made the dementors rush towards the center. Those dirty and lowly creatures were like a piece of rag. They shook their stupid heads and sucked the air like marijuana. Umbridge felt a pang. Disgusting, yet morbidly delightful.

She was feeling sorry for the Mudblood and grinning maliciously at the same time.

The temperature began to drop—those stupid monsters tried to catch Granger, but they were afraid of the water wase, and they just circled around the target, hesitantly daring to go forward.Avalon looked rather angry at the impasse, but she didn't want the Mudblood to die - she needed Granger alive so she could have a good torture.Umbridge knew the woman's thoughts well. Her eyes were fixed on the other's neck, squinting greedily. There was a crystal necklace - she had coveted it for a long time.

The situation is not as Avalon wished. In fact, Hermione Granger is by no means an opponent to provoke. Her extraordinary intelligence and keen insight are usually frighteningly frightening—often able to choke your throat and let You have a chill down your spine.In this fight, she put the pressure on Morgan Le Fay Avalon to the point of collapse.

However—four or five Death Eaters joined the battle, and Alex, the leader, was ruthless. He shot out his vicious spells one by one, like an executioner, whipping his prisoners one after another.And when a Cruciatus Curse broke through the encirclement and flew towards the girl, the girl's black cat suddenly opened its eyes, like a green agate, a boy with black hair and blue eyes appeared out of thin air.

Messy hair and lightning scars - that's Harry Potter.

The Death Eaters grumbled and booed loudly - this self-inflicted savior was the Dark Lord's most desirable thing, if only they could catch him, if only they could catch him -

"Potter is mine!" Alex said with a hoarse voice, savagely knocking away a Death Eater, "Go and catch the Mudblood beside him, don't snatch my prey!"

"We met together!" The Death Eater corrected him. He was no longer obedient in the face of huge interests. Recognition and attention from above.

"Then each depends on his ability." Alex said contemptuously, and took the lead in launching the offensive.Harry cast an Armor Charm, which dissolved.Hermione next to him nodded the chair that Mrs. Cattermore was sitting on before, and the chair "live". It was like an iron monster with claws and claws, and its shackles rushed towards the Death Eaters.

"Damn!" Someone was hit, and then another Death Eater fell.The wizards awaiting trial had their wands confiscated, but they didn't want to sit still—they grabbed almost anything that could hurt people and threw them at the Death Eaters' heads.

"Grab his wand!" someone shouted in the confusion.A thin wizard was hanging on to a Death Eater, and several Muggle-born wizards rushed up, trying to pull their wands out of the Death Eaters' hands.On the other side of the room, two witches were trying to prevent the enemy from chanting a spell, and together they picked up a table and threw it at each other.

"Trash." Seeing this scene, Avalon had a gloomy face, and the green light from the tip of his staff condensed.She wanted to teach the bastards a lesson, but was caught off guard - she fell over.The ground under her feet turned into a smooth slope, she rolled down, several huge tables and chairs pressed against her body, and the huge impact broke her ribs.

"I will never let you go!" Avalon spat out the blood in his mouth, and his teeth clucked.Her surly eyes were hidden in the hair, and the bone-destroying hatred was blocked in her heaving chest.

"That's an honor." Hermione squatted halfway, and with the right hand holding the wand, she parted the woman's hair, revealing the crystal—the Witch God's Stone.

"It's just interest," she said coldly, pulling off the necklace.

The burning pain caused the woman to scream, and the distressed look made the red hair who had just appeared whistled, and Draco who followed behind threw a spell, and Alex fell to the ground—— The battle ended like this.

Umbridge was dragged out from under the tribunal table, screaming loudly, cursing these vile Mudbloods.In the end, she was placed in the chair with shackles, unable to move.

Reginald Katemore walked up to Harry, "I want to join the Order of the Phoenix." His black eyes were shining.

"I also want!"

"Me too!"

Several wizards stood up and looked at Harry firmly.

"The Order of the Phoenix gives persecuted wizards refuge and protection, even if they don't join us," Harry explained.

Reginald Katemore shook his head, "I'm just for my children, I hope they can have happiness, not humble life, pain and despair."

The author has something to say:

Light up for Queen He!

I always feel very cavalier, QAQ, I’m finally going to write a decisive battle