[hp] stay out of it

"Oh, are you hiding behind Dad at this time?" Benelli tried twice but failed to break through Sirius' defense.

I walked around from Sirius, he wanted to stop me, I went around persistently, and at the same time whispered: "Don't worry, it's okay."

Benelli said coldly: "That's not certain."

The atmosphere is so bad now, I don't think I can explain the 10 minutes of chaos just now: "I owe you an apology, Benelli, I shouldn't have left you there and ran back..."

"You don't have to apologize for this," Benelli said sharply. "Where do I stand to ask you to stop and think about me? Just because I think I'm your best friend? Or because you've been in my house for three years, and we They all regard you as family? I know myself, Vincent, in the face of a catastrophe, no one cares about the other, right? Let each one escape according to his own abilities. If I ask for something, it will be unreasonable..."

"It's not unreasonable," I tried to save something: "I should take you away, even if we stay there together, I shouldn't slip away alone—"

"Oh, then you really match your words with your deeds." Benelli sarcastically said.

I try to finish the sentence: "I'm not bragging after the fact or anything, I really should... if it was me - it's for a friend, since..."

"Since you mentioned friends!" Benelli was stimulated by a word I said, and his emotions rose a little bit under control: "Haven't you thought about asking Lydia how she is? I mean, her Corpse? Poor Lydia, she always thought she was friends with us, while she was alive!"

"Oh, Lydia! God, I'm sorry, I mean..." I said sorry again several times, and I felt that my words were lacking and insincere.Just now, I was worried about Benelli's safety, and I belatedly remembered Lydia's body, which was left in a corner of my memory.

"Calm down, gentlemen, nothing can be settled by this pointless dispute. Mr. White has indeed lacked composure in the face of danger, and has neglected his companions; and Mr. Hornby, if you blame your companions for these tragedies, it will do you no favors." Are our real enemies, Voldemort and his Death Eaters, a little too kind?" Dumbledore calmed down the atmosphere slightly, and when Benelli calmed down again, he asked, "What happened to make you so angry?" Out of control, can you talk to us, Mr Hornby?

Benelli was not obsessed with attacking me anymore, he slowly reached into his arms and took out a small clay pot from his arms, although he was trying to control, his voice was still trembling more and more, it took him a lot of money It took a lot of effort to say the whole name of Lydia.Our hearts are full of bad premonitions, and we cast worried and even horrified eyes on the jar in his hand.

"Here she is," said Benelli, literally. "They burned him—the Muggles there think she's a witch."

The room immediately lost all movement, Sirius nearly knocked the cup in his hand, the headmaster stood up, Harry and Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. "Impossible! It's the twentieth century!" Harry said in disbelief.

The residents of Hangleton are not wrong to blame Lydia, even if she is not responsible for the earth-shattering visions in the cemetery, she is indeed a witch. Pain in all wizarding history.Burning wizards is the most heinous way those weak, ignorant and rude Muggles can come up with. Maybe now, due to the pride of wizards' natural superiority, no one will insist on getting that account back, but it doesn't mean that Muggles There are no real wizards among the guys that the melons, especially the muggles in the middle ages captured and burned in large numbers will be touched.

Dumbledore stepped forward and carefully took the pot, sighed and said, "We have to inform Madam Maxim of the bad news."

"Those damn Muggles..." Anger filled my head, I subconsciously grabbed my wand and wanted to rush to Hangleton: "They are dead."

Benelli folded his arms and said coldly, "So you want to commit a few more murders, huh?"

Sirius and I froze at the same time. I was surprised that I was becoming less and less able to maintain calm and effective thinking and judgment. I was horrified to find that Vincent's thinking inertia did not go away with the medicine.And Sirius kept blocking me, stared at Benelli sharply and asked, "What is 'again'?"

Benelli kept his mouth shut, and at the same time gave me a quick glance, apparently not expecting to slip up on the matter.

"Vincent?" Dumbledore looked over seriously: "What is he talking about?"

Benelli hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said with empty eyes: "That's a slip of the tongue..."

And I suddenly felt that this mess was so annoying, I didn't want to hide or cover up anything, so I simply interrupted Benelli's maintenance, and said in a broken mood: "I used the death curse. Harry is busy. Without seeing Voldemort, I killed Elaine Golov of Beauxbatons with the Killing Curse."

Sirius and Dumbledore exchanged a worried look, and Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth.

"So what are you going to do——I used the Unforgivable Curse, so logically I should go to Azkaban." With my hands in my pockets, I began to estimate the environment of the wizard prison in my heart, and suddenly felt that if I was It's actually pretty good to be stuck there, at least I can rest assured that my unpredictable and irrational actions that obviously don't belong to my own thinking habits; but if this situation is allowed to continue, and the reckless actions that don't care about order at all continue, I myself don't know what terrible consequences will happen, or rather, the most terrible consequence is obvious, that is to die—even if Order doesn't take action, sooner or later I will have to pay the blood price for this reckless reckless rush , Look at what dangerous things I have done in these nine 10 minutes!

Sirius just relaxed the hand that grabbed my arm just now because he was afraid that I would rush out of the castle impulsively. I subconsciously looked down at the arm that was still tightly held just now, and then felt a hug.

"My child," he said pitifully.

Professor Dumbledore pushed down his glasses, and I saw that his eyes were not as sharp and piercing as I imagined. He said calmly, "Can you tell me the reason for this?"

I blinked, they didn't immediately get me under control, or the interrogation or something I wasn't expecting, it was kind of heartwarming to say the least, and I said, "Well, I can go straight to Azkaban, Why ask that, I mean, is it useful to ask?"

Dumbledore looked at me persistently, waiting for an explanation.

I don't have much to explain myself, because I don't think Elaine Grove deserves to die at all, or to use a more appropriate description, it is worth taking her life at the price of polluting my own soul, but after all, this life is counted. In my head, I had no choice but to restore the truth by the way: "She betrayed Helen at the beginning. Boyle seized that opportunity and gave Helen Cast the Imperius Curse to make her kill me and then commit suicide..."

Sirius patted my shoulder, looked at me sadly, wanted to say something, but finally turned into a long sigh.

Benelli, who was held down by Madam Pomfrey to deal with several scratches on his body, glanced at me, a little moved, but I could see from his eyes that he didn't forgive me for the terrible situation I left him just now because of this little pity. bad impression.

Professor Dumbledore stared at me seriously, with scrutiny in his eyes for the first time: "Vincent, tell me, how do you define yourself? Do you think you are a good person?"

I met his gaze, without much concealment, and frankly expressed my worries: "Before today, I agreed that I was; but after today, I'm not sure." I just learned that the Hangleton Muggles The moment I acted, I caught a sign of losing control of my own thinking. This is the most frightening and even collapsed conjecture for a person who relies on his own brain.

The author has something to say:

To what extent do I write articles while thinking and writing?It’s just yesterday that I haven’t decided to let Benelli talk about it, and I don’t know if Jiang Jin will be with the dementors XD In fact, Azkaban can also be well written, there are a lot of locks The big villain, and the conflict between Crouch and his son that I've been wanting to write but haven't had time to explain clearly... But the protagonist obviously has nothing wrong with going to prison, which makes me very upset-,-I'll think about it tomorrow