[hp] stay out of it

Draco acted out an escape scene for Cho. She hid herself behind a cupboard in the hut. Counting the Disillusionment Charm that Bellini hastily recited just now, she managed to get away with it.

In front of the hut, the sun shines through the early autumn and falls on the yellowish leaves on the somewhat withered grass.Debbie doesn't fit this beauty, she forgets about her current mission and just wants to catch Eve.Yves was a little terrified by her protruding eyeballs. Compared with the vicious Death Eaters, he was more helpless with this kind of crazy old witch.

Debbie was patted on the shoulder, and looking back, Vincent didn't know when she was standing behind her.

"That's it, do you still want to fight?" Vincent asked.

Debbie looks left and right, both haters are here to get the coveted gift.There was a piercing smile on her mouth, and her eyeballs rolled wildly. The dirty whites and eyeballs made the two young people reluctant to look directly at her.

"Go to hell." She spat, cursed several times, and waved her wand.Eve took a few steps back and watched from afar.

Although the old witch's ears are not very good, but——

"How dare you slip away!" Debbie noticed Eve's retreat.

The spell is launched.Here and there in the woods there was a rain of half-yellow and half-green leaves, mixed with the clatter of tree trunks falling on the thick earth.

Accompanied by such a somewhat dreamy beauty, there are even more dreamy colored mantra rays one after another, among which there are not many green Avada mantras.Debbie fired wildly, still thinking about slowly torturing her enemy to death, eight of the ten spells were Cruciatus.

Eve staggered to avoid the magic attacks one after another, his heart beating violently like never before.He had never fought the Dark Lord, but he felt that the old hag had reached the limit of his fears.Why is she so strong?Why hadn't I heard of such a character in Death Eaters before?Moreover, according to Vincent, this woman can only survive for a mere year in this world, no matter how talented she is—

Vincent gets most of Debbie's attention.He still maintains the frightening premonition of sharply dodging spells left over from his childhood, which saved him a lot of time in using defensive spells, freeing up his hands to continuously attack Debbie.

He really didn't like such a messy scene.

Vincent dodged away, and a curse passed dangerously past his ears and hit the tree trunk behind him.The trunk made a hissing sound, and a dark green rotting sap and a pungent stench flowed out.

She shouldn't be this strong.

Vincent did not forget to pay attention during the duel, and soon noticed Debbie's trembling torso and her tightly clenched mouth, which could no longer speak long sentences.

The explosion of this power is not easy, and it probably won't last long... But, you can't bet on it...

Vincent gritted his teeth and decided to deal with Debbie as soon as possible.He hadn't forgotten that Cho was still in the house, and if Voldemort's resurrection ceremony took place anyway, they would have another problem to face.

While making up her mind, Debbie caught Vincent's flaw, and the Cruciatus Curse hit him successfully.This kind of thing was commonplace for Vincent when he was a child, but after many years of comfort, it is not something that can be tolerated by chance.

Vincent struggled skillfully a few times, broke free from the terrifying spell, and rolled to the ground next to him.In just a few seconds like this, many deep and shallow wounds were rubbed on his body because of rolling on the forest floor.

Vincent was dressed roughly, dragged his sore legs and barely avoided the next attack, hid behind a tree to rest, while Yves was temporarily harassing Debbie, giving Vincent a room to breathe.

This guy is really annoying.

She was draining what little sympathy Vincent had left -- although Debbie didn't seem to have Vincent's turn to sympathize.According to Draco, it should be Vincent who should feel wronged.

The situation was different, and Debbie was much harder to deal with than he had imagined.If you make up your mind to attack by force, you can't capture them as planned, but go to a duel with the determination to kill the opponent.

Vincent blinked.He still remembered how Jessica's father asked them for help in the old house in Grimmauld Square several years ago; Supporting unbreakable friendship.

They shouldn't have ended like this...

Vincent recovered and signaled Yves to stop, and he continued to deal with the old witch who was once in his arms.

Debbie was surprisingly manipulative, charging at anyone who threw a spell at her like a mad pit bull.

"You're so excited." Vincent tried to have a good talk with her: "How can I make it up to you?"

Debbie paused for a moment, feeling a surge of emotion rushing into her chest.When she was a baby, she was abandoned in someone else's home and adopted by another family. An ominous prophecy about her has been surrounding her, and everyone looked at her with something wrong in their eyes.

At that time, she hadn't discovered the difference in herself. It wasn't until that day, when she reached the age of school, that she didn't need to flutter butterflies in the grass like she was when she was four or five years old. Then she realized that not everyone is as hasty as her. live.

She didn't even have time to prepare, she became an adult in a daze, and before she had time, she didn't realize it, and then turned into an octogenarian old woman.

And others, all the people in the world, they have the right to spend countless cool mornings, quiet afternoons, and noisy evenings in peace.

She has no such power.Every day is different, every day brings new changes that make her panic, every day rushes forward, life is like smoke floating in the air, swallowed by the unnegotiable river of time.

She didn't know what to do.

She didn't know who to turn to for help, or to whom to complain.How to face such increasingly raging loneliness alone.

She really didn't know what to do.The brain is in chaos, so choosing hatred is the easiest way.There is nothing to think about, nothing to think about, just hate violently, with rage.This feeling bears her few lives.

Debbie gritted her jaw and stared at Vincent without saying anything.

"I don't care which faction you want to join, but you are hindering us now." Vincent announced, "Sorry, my companion is still in danger, I think I have to get rid of you."

He didn't understand her unfortunate fate at all! ——And this fate just started from the prophecy in Black's house.He is responsible.

He is responsible for it.

My mother entrusted me to you...

Debbie was shocked by Vincent's cold blood.She was speechless, stunned at her own funny restraint, and then completely irritated.

She clutches her heart.

Howl.Eyes rolled upwards.

Eve nervously moved towards Vincent's direction.None of this looks quite right now.

"She's cursing."

Vincent recognized this ancient, long lost magic.Curse, another form of dire prophecy that is irrevocably bound to be fulfilled.

Debbie chased Vincent and Eve into the forest, and then they were no longer seen in the cabin.

Everyone can almost conclude that the old woman will not come back for a while.

Fortunately, they still have a young backbone.

"Quick, let's revive the Dark Lord first." Elerinin ordered his subordinates, and hurriedly threw the few herbs that had been prepared into the pot.

Lestrange squinted at him a few times: "Debbie is outside—"

Ellerin already has an emergency plan: "No matter what, let's prepare the other steps first."

"Then what--?"

"Turn on the defensive spell." Elenin whispered, "Catch that old witch as soon as possible, bleed her, and then directly transfer to complete all the resurrection spells there.

Bellini could not hear clearly from the window, but through a few small spells he could see the people in the room circling around the huge cauldron.

That spell is still about to begin!

Bellini's heart tightened, and he slowly changed his posture, and began to accumulate strength in his legs.He was going to rush in the moment the barrier opened inside.

"Save Qiu first, this is our plan." Vincent said at the time: "You find her a magic wand, and she will protect herself. If the cauldron has not been transferred by then, you have to deal with that thing." Move your hands and feet."

No, no, it's too late... Bellini glanced sideways. The Death Eaters inside were well-trained and flawless. He believed that the moment the barrier was opened, the Death Eaters would seize the time to teleport away. .

And he has to save Qiu first...

Bellini took a slow breath.He had paid so much to destroy Voldemort, but would the Dark Lord be back again in a day?

But even so, Bellini would not change his mind.

He still has goodwill towards the world.No matter how many times, he always chooses to help his partner.