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Chapter 3 Christmas

About to be kicked out of the ranks of the Aurors - he had just received notice of suspension review.He felt that without him in the Auror office, the current puppet minister would send all capable wizards to hunt you down. At that time, it would be more reliable to have someone to protect you than no one to protect you. "

Ron shrugged and said no more.Cho took Harry's hand and smiled at him, an encouraging and reassuring smile this time.

Things really happened as Qiu said.They lived in Grimmauld Place for another three days, and then, accompanied by Qiu, collectively apparated to a remote farm.The scenery here is very desolate, not far away there are three or two barren hills, and there are few people in the snow-covered field. The cold north wind whizzes past, almost blowing through their cotton-padded clothes, standing on tiptoe to look, The steeple of a small church can be seen vaguely.I don't know how the Order of the Phoenix found such an isolated place. When Harry opened the creaking courtyard door and looked at the brick and wood house in front of him, it felt like he was back in the Middle Ages.

"It feels no different than a tent." Ron lit a fire, sat by the fireplace and warmed his hands: "Except we can't take it away."

No one answered.Hermione busily set the looking glass on the table and set it up, while Harry walked up a hidden flight of stairs off the small living room.After standing on a small open space on the second floor, Harry looked around and found that there were only two rooms, if not counting the attic.One was a bedroom, and the other might have been a study room, and there were still traces of bookshelves on the walls. Qiu had cleaned this place in advance, so it was still clean.Both Hermione and Ron were downstairs, and they were the only ones on the second floor.

"Harry, do you know who the original owner of this safe house is?" Qiu took his hand, went to the bigger bedroom, and pointed to an old name plate to show him: "This is the safe house." The owner of that pocket watch, old Peter Freer, a Muggle-born wizard, died two days ago."

Harry looked at her in surprise, Cho just smiled softly and didn't say much.He turned his head and looked at the dilapidated old house seriously again.There are a few mildew spots growing in the corners of the ceiling, cracks on the walls, some cracks are blocked by painted plants, and the floor is so worn that the pattern is almost invisible. The bedroom and the study room now each have a double bed, which may be In order to allow them to live separately between men and women, apart from this, the furniture was pitifully scant, and it was very shabby compared with Grimmauld Place.

But even so, Harry felt an inexplicable kindness, as if he was not living in a stranger's house, but in a neighbor's house he had known since childhood.He took out the pocket watch from his backpack, and it was no surprise that he found that this gold ornament looked in harmony with the whole house, and it also had a strong sense of age and a kind of simple warmth.There was a photo of Cho now in the pocket watch, taken on her 17th birthday, and Harry asked Hermione to make a copy of it that didn't move, and then cut out the part of Cho.She leaned over to take a look, and smiled softly: "Oh, I was so beautiful then."

"You're pretty now, too," Harry said. Cho raised his eyebrows, and he quickly added, "I mean it. In fact, I think you're pretty anyway."

These words are also learned from "The Wizard's Rules of Love", but they come from the heart.Qiu blushed immediately, he seized this rare opportunity and atmosphere, pulled her closer, bowed his head and kissed her.There was a slight sound on the stairs halfway, and Harry was so absorbed in it that he ignored it.It took minutes or centuries before he let her go, feeling like he'd had a whole dozen of butterbeer, groggy, but good.

Qiu was a little out of breath, her eyes were bright, she didn't know if she hadn't been with Harry like this for a long time, she looked a little unnatural, she lowered her head and whispered, "I think we'd better go down."

"Oh, good." Harry happily led her down the stairs.Hermione and Ron were sitting on the small sofa in the living room. Seeing the two of them holding hands, they looked away tacitly, and Ron even coughed lightly twice.

"How is it?" he asked Harry.Hermione cleared her throat, and Ron hastily added, "I mean the house."

"It can be accommodated, and there should be a lot of protective spells." Harry said, "I don't think we can find a better choice than this in a short time, can we?"

"Yes, at least I have enough space to put books—" Hermione took out the notes and newspapers packed in the beaded pouch and piled them on the wide coffee table in the living room: "And you can also use the backyard to practice spell."

Qiu looked at the words exposed on the pieces of paper with interest, and Harry saw the words "Golden Cup" and "Gringotts" sharply, and quickly pulled her out: "Hey, when it comes to magic Curse, Qiu, I think you know more than us now, can you..."

He took her to the bare backyard, where the snow had been cleared for a practice area.Cho had often sparred with him like this when he was at Hogwarts before, and he didn't notice anything wrong with it. He just skillfully put on an offensive posture and waited for Harry to raise his wand.

When Harry was in the fifth grade, he taught a large group of people the Patronus Charm, and later he learned a lot of seventh-grade spells from He Qiu's practice. He thought that after half a year of wandering, he could at least fight her. It was a tie, so there was even a bit of a joke to coax his girlfriend in the early stage.When Qiu threw him down on the snowy ground, he was a little dazed for a moment, but then, he nimbly rolled aside, dodged her spells one after another, and got up awkwardly, never daring to take his guard lightly.

They practiced until dusk and the church bells sounded in the distance, and then they returned to the house covered in snow and mud.Hermione had rearranged her notes, Harry summoned Kreacher, and as soon as the elf arrived, they were busy preparing dinner and hot water in the kitchen.After a simple, tasty dinner, they took turns using the bathroom to shower, Harry being last in, and Ron moaning as he came out wiping his hair, complaining that girls' hair was more pervasive than a stalking Death Eater.

"I just don't understand how they can lose so much hair and still stay bald?"

Harry patted him on the shoulder: "Just wait until you get used to it. When I was at the Burrow, I could see Qiu cleaning the hair on the ground every morning."

After being soaked in hot water, I felt tired and relaxed at the same time.He changed into his pajamas, walked up to the second floor, looked at the two doors that were also closed tightly, and for a moment didn't know which one to knock on.

"Ron!" he called, "are you in the study?"

A moment later, the sound of slippers scraping across the floor came from behind the door of the study, and the voice was lowered, and then Ron muttered a little unhappy: "Oh, you live in another room."

"But..." Harry opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

Do all the Weasleys like to do this?Harry thought silently, and walked towards the bedroom with heavy steps.He stood in front of the nameplate, dried his hair with a wand, combed it as neatly as possible with his fingers, and pushed open the door.

Qiu had already fallen asleep, but the bedside lamp was still on, and the warm orange light reflected her side face.Harry unconsciously even breathed lightly. He couldn't help but find it a little funny when he thought of how cautious he was in the Burrow, but when he walked to the other side of the double bed step by step, he still felt that his heart was going to go out of control. The chest pops out.

He tiptoedly lay down next to Qiu, pulled the quilt over and covered it up, and then turned off the light.

In the darkness, Harry stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. The fatigue just now was completely replaced by tension. He really wished he could relax like Ron.But how can this be the same?He and Hermione have been together for so many years, and they lived together in a tent for half a year...

I'm seventeen, Harry thought.He'd turned 17 at the Burrow, and he'd already shared a room with Cho, which meant he didn't have to freak out like a kid.But at the same time, he couldn't help but refute himself. After all, these are not two beds separated by half a meter. They can even touch each other by turning over...

An invisible hand tightly grabbed Harry's abdomen, and he didn't dare to move for a long time, even a thin layer of sweat broke out from his back.The scent of jasmine wafted faintly, Qiu moved slightly, her back was facing him, her breathing was still steady and long, Harry turned his head, and could only see her long hair spread out on the pillow.

He also suddenly turned his body sideways, facing Qiu's back, buried his head in his thick black hair, and took a deep breath.In this familiar scent, all anxiety seemed to be magically washed away, just like when he was in Hogwarts, whenever he left Snape's basement full of anger, only the smell of Autumn could make him clam down.

Harry put his arms around Cho's waist lightly, and finally relaxed.The tiredness that had just been driven away came back, and he fell into sleep before he even had time to think about what to do next morning.

☆, Malfoy Manor

Harry opened his eyes, it was still early, and the faint morning light filtered through the curtains, not dazzling.Qiu An fell asleep peacefully in his arms, but changed direction, facing him, frowning slightly.Gently pulling his arm out from under her neck, Harry gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, then tiptoed out of bed, took out his glasses, put them on, and began to dress.

He deliberately kept his movements light, hoping not to wake Qiu up, and then walked out of the room with his shoes on.Although he only slept for a few hours, his mind was clearer than ever at this moment, and the high-quality sleep was even worth a whole day's rest. Therefore, he did not hesitate to take advantage of this time when everyone was asleep. Go down the stairs and go to the kitchen to find Kreacher.

The elf had also just woken up from her cot in the closet, and was bleary-eyed about making breakfast.When Harry appeared, he seemed taken aback, quickly put down the plate in his hand, and said to Harry, "Is the master looking for Kreacher?"

"Uh, yes," said Harry, "I have something to ask you about house-elf magic."

"What does Master want to know?" Kreacher looked at him with eyes like light bulbs, "Kreacher will know everything, and he will definitely answer every question Master has."

"The last time you took me to Grimmauld Place, how did you get into the hall? I mean, there are many layers of protective spells outside Grimmauld Place. How did you get through it?"

Kreacher seemed not to understand his words: "Master wanted to enter Grimmauld Place, so Kreacher took Master in."

Harry was silent for a few seconds.

"Let me put it another way," he said, "I want you to Apparate anywhere. Can you do it? Even a place with the Fidelity Charm?"

"As long as the master gives Kreacher the address, Kreacher can go in."

"Can you apparate people?"

"Yes." Kreacher said, still looking at him with puzzled eyes: "Does the master have any orders?"

"Well... nothing for now, Kreacher, you can continue making breakfast."

Harry left the kitchen and went into the living room.There was still no one around, so he opened the door, cast a warming spell, sat on the threshold, and looked at the pale sky that was getting brighter and brighter outside.They still had some Polyjuice Potion, and he himself had an Invisibility Cloak. If he really followed his plan, would they make it out of Malfoy Manor safely?

Not long after, a blanket was draped over his body, and shortly after, Qiu sat beside him, pulling up the blanket to cover himself.Harry touched her face lightly, and asked in a gentle tone that he didn't realize: "Why did you wake up so early? Is it cold?"

"I wouldn't bring a blanket down if it wasn't cold." Cho said, giving him a somewhat resentful look. "Harry, you kept pressing down on my hair last night."

"I'm sorry, I'll pay more attention next time." Harry smiled, wrapped Qiu in his arms, covered her tightly with a blanket, and then continued to stare at the church spire in the distance.The morning bell came faintly through the cold mist of the mountains, and the village began to emit sparse cooking smoke. Qiu quietly leaned against his chest for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking, Harry? "

"What?" Harry didn't react, and then avoided Qiu's gaze with a guilty conscience: "Oh, it's nothing...just thinking about it."

"About Dumbledore?"

"Hmm..." Harry said in a low voice.But then, his brain turned a corner, and a new idea came out along with the unfinished half of the sentence.

"Well, strictly speaking, it doesn't conflict with Dumbledore's request." Harry said, "But I still want to ask first, what do other members of the Order of the Phoenix usually do?"

"The people with stronger magic power are mostly scattered in various places, some are working as spies, like Remus, but most of them are fighting against those who are hunting for Muggle wizards outside. We usually don't communicate with each other, just a short time It's time to go to the headquarters to report on the current situation-you know, in case the Patronus arrives, the other party is on a mission or something."

"What about Moody? Was he involved?"

"He hasn't completely broken his face with the Ministry of Magic yet, but it will be soon." Qiu said worriedly: "Alastor's ability is extraordinary, and he is the object of fear and competition from the Death Eaters. Luo’s work, but we all think that at this time we need someone who can speak on both sides, so we advise him not to confront the Death Eaters head-on. He should be suspended at home now, and he can’t go out for about a month.”

The people around him didn't speak for a long time, Qiu looked up at him suspiciously: "What's the matter, Harry?"

"Nothing." He said simply.

It was undoubtedly a difficult decision, because Harry didn't know whether he trusted Cho or Sirius more.From a magical point of view, Sirius was undoubtedly the more suitable one, but Harry wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his composure when he saw Bellatrix.Maybe he had a bit of calmness better than James in the past, but the more than ten years of Azkaban's devastation undoubtedly transformed some of his original traits into pure hatred.

Finally, he held Qiu's hand tightly: "Hey, I have a plan, would you like to do me a favor?"

By the time Hermione and a yawning Ron came down the stairs in tandem, Kreacher had served breakfast.After a quick wash, they sat around the dining table, and Kreacher tiptoed to scoop spoonfuls of mashed potatoes in sauce, fried tomatoes, and buttered slices of bread onto each person's plate in turn.

"Good morning." Hermione pulled out the chair and sat opposite Cho: "Thank you, Kreacher."

"It looks like you went to bed late, Ron." Harry looked at Ron's dark circles, remembering what happened when he locked the door out yesterday, and gloated a little.

"Oh, I've been lying down," Ron grumbled, "but Hermione woke me up at least a dozen times a night!"

"That's your problem." Hermione retorted, "You're snoring so loudly that I can't close my earplugs to myself—I don't know how Harry fell asleep before."

Maybe it was the boys' dormitory snoring, Harry thought to himself, but he just had a good laugh with the others.

"We're planning to go out soon." Harry said, "Cho and I."

"Oh, where are you going?" Hermione forked up a tomato and was about to cut it into small pieces, while Ron didn't even look up, munching on a slice of bread.

"Malfoy Manor."

The sound of knives and forks falling and the sound of coughing sounded at the same time. Harry frantically took out a handkerchief, not knowing which one to hand to first: "Hey, don't be so excited, listen to me..."

When Harry was stating the plan that had just been finalized, Qiu cleaned up the two people opposite, and now they were sitting cleanly across from each other, facing Harry with the same expressions for the first time.He could pick out a few of the complex emotions—concern, shock, even a bit of accusation.

"You and Cho Chang?" Ron called, "But didn't Dumbledore say..."

"This operation is not within the scope of what Dumbledore asked us to keep secret." Harry said, "And we have discussed it carefully, and we can only go to two people at most."

There was a moment of silence, and the four of them looked at each other.

"I don't understand, Harry." Hermione broke the silence: "If you want to take this chance to get Bellatrix's hair, why don't you let the elf go and pick one from her dressing table? She's not going to lose her hair forever, is she?"

"Actually, we don't just want a hair." Harry and Cho glanced at each other. "We want Bellatrix Lestrange."

"You're kidding, Harry!" Ron couldn't help shouting, "Just the two of you? You know how dangerous she is!"

"And, Harry, even if we can't go to too many people, you are the last person to go." Hermione continued, "Malfoy Manor is the base camp of mysterious people, and apparition movements are not small, as long as there is one The Death Eaters recognize you and can summon him anytime!"

"They won't find me, I have an invisibility cloak," Harry said, "Cho will drink Polyjuice Potion. Even if she is found, her identity will be a little bit safer - in the eyes of the Death Eaters, the three of us are bound." Yes, it's not safe to take either of you."

"Can't we wear an invisibility cloak?"

"My silent spell works better." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and added hastily before Hermione could speak: "Also, I think I'm the only one who can summon Kreacher if we don't get back at the same time. "

"What about Bellatrix?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, and Harry couldn't help guessing when she and Cho learned this movement, the raised eyebrows were exactly the same. "Where are you going to take her? Grimmauld Place?"

"We won't expose it, Hermione." Qiu said gently, "but we need your help."

Hermione turned her head to look at Qiu, with a hesitant attitude.Harry thought he knew her fairly well these years. If it was him or Ron, Hermione would be skeptical no matter what he said, but she had an instinctive sense of trust in legal institutions or people with senior qualifications, maybe It was because of her deep-rooted education, or maybe it was simply because she believed in Qiu. In short, after Qiu spoke, although Hermione was still worried, she no longer objected.This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

The next time they had Kreacher call Dobby from Hogwarts.He has worked in Malfoy Manor for many years, and he knows almost everything there, but it is not easy for house elves to draw a floor plan, so they had to ask Dobby to say a few routes in advance, and then use I recited them thoroughly in one afternoon.

The specific division of labor and the time and location of the action were not finalized until noon the next day. Ron left the Deluminator to Harry, and Hermione found the leftover Polyjuice Potion from the last time out of the bag, and gave the dose to the autumn clothes Comes in a small, easy-to-carry bottle.On the third day, when dinner was about to start at Malfoy Manor, Dobby arrived as scheduled.Harry put the Invisibility Cloak on, checked Polyjuice Potion, Deluminator, and wand one last time, then took Cho's hand and disappeared in place with Dobby.

The moment it appeared, an explosion-like sound abruptly broke the silence.Cho cast the Disillusionment Charm, imperceptible in the dark, and leaned against the wall behind the door, shoving a petrified Dobby inside Harry's Invisibility Cloak.

"What's that?" Lucius Malfoy yelled from above. "Did you hear that? What's that noise in the dungeon?"

Harry looked at Cho nervously. She looked calm, but she didn't look at him, she just squeezed her wand tightly.

"Draco - go check it out!"

Footsteps sounded through the upstairs room, and then there was a silence.Harry knew that the people in the living room were listening for another sound from the dungeon.

"Ted?" Qiu called deliberately, waking up a shadow in the corner.Something was moving, and a whisper came from the darkness: "Autumn?"

Qiu was taken aback, apparently not expecting to meet an acquaintance here.

"Luna?" she asked, and got an affirmative answer.

"Don't make a sound, we will save you in a while." Qiu said this quickly, and then closed his mouth.Someone came down the stairs outside the door, and then Draco Malfoy's trembling voice came from outside the cell door: "Stand back, stay away from the door, I'm coming in."

The door opened.For a brief moment, he stared into the normal dungeon, his silhouette illuminated by the glow of the tip of his wand.Harry subconsciously cast a disarming spell, and Draco's wand fell from his hand. He turned his head in shock, and then, red light shot from the tip of Cho's wand, knocking him to the ground.

Harry pressed the Deluminator, and with a click, the ball of light that the Deluminator had sucked from the tent flew into the dungeon.Since they couldn't find the original light source, they just hung there, like little suns, illuminating the basement brightly.

It was a damp and musty room, and besides Ted Tonks and Dean, who were pale in the corner, Harry saw Luna, whose pale face seemed to have only one pair of eyes, and Ollivander the wandmaker. Crouched motionless on the floor.The goblin under Qiu was Griphook, who was about to faint, and only kept from falling because he was tied to someone else.

"I didn't expect it to be Malfoy, which saved a lot of trouble." Qiu pulled out two of his hairs and put them into a bottle of polyjuice potion. Liquid like mint juice.She frowned and drank it, then walked quickly to Ted's side, and gently pushed him: "Ted?"

no response.Qiu pressed his neck worriedly, felt a slight beating, and was slightly relieved.Malfoy's features came out of her, and Harry found it odd to watch the fusion of two faces he hated so much and one he loved so much.

"Draco?" Lucius Malfoy's voice came again, already looking a little suspicious of how he'd been gone for so long.Cho yelled upwards with Draco's voice, which was mostly approaching: "It's nothing, Lovegood is going crazy!"

The sound no longer came.Harry pointed his wand at the rope tied to Griphook and Dean, untied them, and then used that rope to bind Draco firmly.Dean looked around in shock, Harry took off the invisibility cloak, and quickly said with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Dean, we are here to save people, Dobby will take you to Ron and Hermione, Promise me to take care of Malfoy, okay?"

Dean seemed to be much slower to accept than Luna. He opened his mouth a few times, and finally condensed it into one sentence: "I want to stay here and help you."

"Me too." Luna walked over to pick up Draco's wand: "Harry, how can we help?"

"You just have to leave," said Harry. "You can use this wand to keep Malfoy in a coma."

He rounded up the reluctant group, with Dean firmly grasping Ted Tonks' arm, Luna holding Griphook, and letting Dobby lead them to the safe house.After another sound, Narcissa Malfoy's uneasy voice got closer: "What's the matter, Draco?"

They looked at each other.Cho was completely out of shape now, and Harry found he couldn't tell what it was like to have the blond, point-jawed, pale Cho in front of him, but he knew he would never feel the urge to kiss him.

"I...I taught her a lesson, Mom." Qiu vividly imitated Draco Malfoy's tone, and at the same time dragged Harry out of the dungeon.

They met on the stairs, and Harry could feel Cho's nervousness through the cloak.The mood was good, Draco hadn't been nervous for a moment since they'd seen him, maybe because Bellatrix had really frightened him too much.

Harry didn't dare to get too close to Cho. He waited until they were all the way up, then walked up the flight of stairs quietly, looking for Bellatrix in the empty manor.He tried his best to keep himself from thinking about how scared Qiu was now, but after turning two floors without finding anything, he still couldn't help thinking that Qiu was not Gryffindor after all, and if she had to face Malfoy's mother alone, what would happen? As soon as any flaws were revealed... Harry was a little anxious, wondering whether he should continue to follow Qiu, and act together when she was alone.

Just around the corner of the corridor, he ran into Wormtail.For a moment, intense hatred welled up in his heart, Harry stood by the wall, pointed his wand at Wormtail with thin gray hair - just one spell could kill his parents and help Voldemort to resurrect The traitors of the

Faint footsteps came from the other side of the corridor, Harry turned his head sharply and saw Bellatrix.She didn't seem to be in a good mood, and her face, which had some remaining traces of beauty, looked a little hideous. Wormtail seemed a little afraid of her, and hurriedly stepped aside—almost a step away from Harry.

It's too risky.Harry looked at Bellatrix who had slowed down, gritted his teeth and remained silent.Two people, even a sneak attack, is too risky. Asking Harry to fight against Voldemort's most ruthless witch and Peter Pedilou alone is tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble.

"Wormtail?" Bellatrix stopped in front of Harry and glanced down contemptuously: "Why are you here? Who allowed you to come up there?"

"I... I'm a guest here, just wandering around..." Peter Pedillo rubbed his hands together uneasily, and Harry noticed that his pockets seemed to be bulging. "I'm going down here..."

In fact, Harry was expecting Bellatrix to find out something, but it was obvious that she didn't bother talking to people like Wormtail, so she just told him impatiently to "get lost", and then continued to hold her head up. go forward.It wasn't a bad thing for him, Wormtail almost panicked towards the stairs, and now Harry was alone again—Bellatrix walked on without looking back, not noticing him at all The presence……

Harry raised his wand again, aiming it firmly at Bellatrix's back.

Red light shot out from the tip of the stick without a sound, as if she had sensed something suddenly, she suddenly turned around and hid to the side.A wave of fear hit Harry's heart, the spell failed, and Bellatrix's face suddenly became extremely terrifying——

"Who's there!" She waved her wand, and Harry had to dodge to the other side of the corridor, but Bellatrix had already strode up, as if wanting to grab someone directly: "Come out!"

The invisibility cloak restricted Harry's movement, and he had no time and could not cast another spell at her—that would also reveal his position, so he could only dodge within this square inch as much as possible, while thinking that if Kreacher was summoned, , Will he directly turn against his Miss Bella?

The sound of going up the stairs came from far and near, and just when Harry was struggling and almost lost his arm by a spell, Draco——Cho’s panicked voice rang in his ears: "Aunt Bella !"

"Go away!" Bellatrix yelled.Narcissa immediately replied angrily: "This is at my house, how dare you talk to my son like that?"

"Just now, right here, someone attacked me—if you don't want you and your precious son to be affected..."

"Mom, can Aunt Bella and I alone... talk to each other?" Qiu said cautiously, "I...I have something to tell her."

Narcissa looked at the "son" in front of her in doubt. The blond boy turned his face away, with a hint of rebellion: "I'm 17 years old, can't I have my own business?"

Bellatrix stopped, still looking vigilantly at the void in front of her, but no matter how she searched, there were only Malfoy mother and child in front of her.Narcissa, who had always doted on her son, gave her sister a warning look before turning away.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Bellatrix slowed down her tone a little this time, Qiu obviously didn't intend to calm her down like this, she said straightforwardly: "I found a handful in the dungeon... A sword."

When Bellatrix was sure that she couldn't ask anything else from Draco in front of her, she let go of Cho's clothes and ran nervously towards the dungeon.During the period, they passed Wormtail, but Harry didn't care about him anymore. Cho was dragged down the precarious steps by Bellatrix, so Harry couldn't do anything for fear of accidentally hurting her.

"Are you sure you're in this room?" Qiu couldn't help but flinch from the sharp questioning: "I... I just saw...a sword inlaid with rubies..."

"You said that goblin threatened you—it's useless. When I find out what happened, I'll tie him up and let you practice the Cruciatus Curse..."

She let go of Cho's arm, and Cho took a step aside in an instant, raising her wand.At the same moment, in front of the small and dark dungeon, Harry cast another spell, and two stun spells hit her at the same time. Bellatrix only had time to yell angrily before falling down hard.

"Iron rope bondage!" Qiu whispered this relatively difficult spell, and hula-la iron chains appeared out of thin air, binding Bellatrix, and her two arms were tightly attached to the sides of her body. , preventing her from summoning Voldemort.

Harry was about to call Dobby, but Cho suddenly pushed him out with a frightened expression.His back slammed against the wall, and the Invisibility Cloak slipped to his feet. After a few curses, Harry looked up and saw the face of the person who came—Wormtail.

"You want to give me to your master, Wormtail?" He leaned on the wall and stood up. Cho had just cast a disarming spell, and Wormtail's wand flew aside. Harry rushed over and covered him with one hand. mouth, and pulled up his hand that was about to put the Dark Mark on it with one hand.

The silver hand moved, gripping Harry tightly around Harry's neck before Cho's spell.Qiu hurried over, pointed at the silver hand and shouted, "Let your strength loose!"

But it didn't work, Voldemort's hands were amazingly powerful.Harry felt that the air was gradually being lost, and that Cho's face was gradually returning. Her black hair was a little blurry in his eyes, but he could clearly feel that she was squeezing those metal fingers with determination, but it was fruitful. little.

"You're going to strangle me?" said Harry with difficulty. "After I saved your life? You still owe me, Wormtail!"

Silverfinger loosened a bit.Harry didn't expect it: he snapped free, surprised, but still with his hand over Wormtail's mouth.He saw the small, watery eyes of the mouselike man widen in terror and surprise, and seemed as surprised as Harry was by the behavior of his own hand, at the sliver of benevolent impulse it revealed. Shock.He fought more violently, as if trying to counteract the consequences of that moment of weakness, but Qiu got ahead of him and picked up the wand that fell to the ground.

Losing his wand, helpless, Pettigrew's pupils dilated with fear.His gaze flicked away from Harry's face, his silver hand moved relentlessly to his throat.

"Do not--"

Harry didn't have time to think, and hurried to take his hand, but there was no way to stop it.The silver implements that Voldemort had bestowed on his most cowardly squires suddenly began to attack the useless and unarmed master.Pettigrew was reaping his punishment, strangled alive in front of Harry for his hesitation, for that moment of mercy.

Cho also was shocked. She and Harry tried to pull away the metal finger that was clutching Wormtail's throat, but it was useless, and Pettigrew's face had turned blue.He fell to his knees, his eyes rolled up, his face turned purple, and at last he twitched and remained motionless.

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