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Professor McGonagall shot so fast that it was impossible to react in time-Harry and I only had time to hold on to the stair railing at hand when we heard the explosion, and the spiraling air wave almost knocked us both over on the ground.

"Where did Lucius Malfoy get the confidence to talk to McGonagall in such a tone?" Harry quickly pulled me up to avoid the magic spell being reflected upstairs by the wall, and they all seemed to have nothing to do with the Malfoys. Fighting back indiscriminately, he couldn't hold back and whispered, "Even if Mag's hands are tied, he can hit ten of them one by one."

"You underestimate Professor McGonagall." I retorted sincerely, lowering my head to avoid a red light, the swishing sound of spells and the crisp sound of the sculpture being smashed could completely cover our conversation, "I think it's okay One hits one hundred."

"Minerva!" A shrill voice came from downstairs. Looking down through the gap in the stair railing, one could see Freevy and Professor Sprout in pajamas rushing here. Laghorn followed, panting, wand raised.

"Are you trying to publicly declare your opposition to the Dark Lord?" came the voice of Lucius Malfoy from downstairs, "I will definitely tell him immediately—"

"Ah, yes, but I don't think you have a chance to bring him a message." Professor Frivy screamed, "You will never be allowed to run amok in Hogwarts again!"

"Dad, let's get out of here first!" I heard Draco's flustered and slightly annoyed voice.There was a loud bang in the air, and the surrounding area was shrouded in a black mist that could not be seen. You could only hear the messy footsteps downstairs and Slughorn's grunting in pain after he fell.

"Stealth again." Harry muttered, "No progress this year, tsk."

"They ran to the classroom!" We heard Professor McGonagall's loud voice. We haven't fully adapted to the darkness yet, but a glare of bright light suddenly lit up in front of us. Mag stood in the center of the light. The hair tightly tied in a bun was scattered in the air, "Don't let them get away!"

McGonagall, Freewie, and Sprout immediately chased after them. I just ran down the stairs and tried to help Slughorn up, who was still like a fat fish short of water, when I heard a crisp sound of glass breaking. A swear word that Professor Sprout never expected to say.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Slughorn seemed to be out of the situation. After being dragged up with difficulty by my arm, he looked around for a while before noticing my existence. Pressing his large breasts under his bright green silk pajamas: "My dear boy, why are you back—wait! What happened to your face? What bastard did it!"

"Well, it's not very important... at least for now." I forced a smile, and he held my hand tightly and looked me up and down, as if he was going to use his eyes to measure how much weight I lost. It was hard for me to politely shake him off and follow Harry to see what was going on in the classroom ahead.

"If it weren't for the fact that there was a child on the opposite side..." When I dragged Slughorn into the classroom, Harry and McGonagall were standing in front of a broken window, Professor McGonagall frowned and muttered , "Of course, I know that I should be ruthless. After all, he killed Dumbledore... As a teacher, it is always difficult to take action against a student who has not yet graduated..."

"On the bright side, at least no one will disturb us now." Harry turned around and saw my Frivy and Professor Sprout exclaimed again, "Professor, we don't have much left." It's time."

"They jumped...and then?" The wind continued to howl through the broken window, and I shuddered, "So high—"

"Not dead, escaped." McGonagall said succinctly, "They have wands in their hands-well, let's make a long story short, Longbottom and Potter need to do some work in the castle that Dumbledore left them, and the company The person whose name cannot be mentioned is coming (several other teachers gasped), we need to evacuate the students as soon as possible, and hold the mysterious person to give Potter and them enough time."

"I suggest that all the students be called together in the auditorium and then evacuate. If there are adult students who are willing to stay, I think they should be given this opportunity." Mag waved his wand, and the gray hair scattered on her shoulders It became the original little tight bun, "We need to hurry up, no matter what we do, it is impossible to keep that person out of the door for a long time."

"But we can hold him down." Professor Sprout said seriously, and she and McGonagall exchanged a glance and hurried towards the door, "Set up basic security and do everything we can-two In 10 minutes, I will meet you with my students."

"We can do more than we can think of." Freevi stood on tiptoe and pointed out the shattered glass window, whispering a complicated spell that I had never touched before, and then the whistling sound outside the window became more violent , it sounds like there are countless monsters made of wind running on the playground. "I will also bring the Ravenclaw students to join you in the Great Hall!"

"Oops." Both professors came quickly, leaving Slughorn sweating profusely and his walrus beard trembling slightly, "I didn't expect it, it was so sudden—I mean, M. Leva, he must have a way to break in, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to try to stop him at this time, I don't know if it is wise—”

"Two or ten minutes later, I hope to see you and the Slytherin students in the Great Hall." Professor McGonagall interrupted his faltering bluntly, his eyes burning, "You can take your students away, We have no right to stop you. But if any of you wish to disrupt the resistance, or take up arms against us within the castle, Horace, we are ready to fight you to the death."

"Minerva!" said Slughorn, horrified, his eyes wandering between me and Professor McGonagall, "I'm—that's too serious to say..."

"Go and wake up your students, Horace." Professor McGonagall strode towards the door, and Harry and I followed her. "It's time for Slytherin House to decide whose allegiance it will be."

The hallway was already brightly lit, and the old prefects who had been hiding in the Room of Requirement were leading groups of students to the auditorium with the newly appointed prefects of the fifth grade. Most of them were still in shock. Under the heavy travel cloak Still in pajamas.Filch yelled and yelled amid the din of the students yelling at each other, but no one answered him this time.

"Filch!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "Stop stopping those students—that's what our Headmaster ordered! Go get Peeves!"

The old administrator widened his bloodshot eyes, looked at Mag and then at us behind Mag, apparently feeling that everyone here had lost their minds.He shrugged and staggered away, muttering indistinctly.

"Okay, you two, stand farther away." Professor McGonagall made us take a few steps back, raised his wand and shouted: "Stone Pier is out!"

Following her voice, the statues and armors in the entire corridor jumped off their supports, and the air was filled with the smell of rusted metal. Dust and powder were illuminated by the shaking torches, and slowly fell onto my hair and my hair. on the shoulders.The sound of a similar weight falling was heard from upstairs and downstairs, causing the younger students to scream. It seemed that the statues and armor of the entire castle had taken the same action.

"Hogwarts is under threat!" Professor McGonagall said loudly to the stone statue and armor kneeling in front of her, "Hold the borders, defend us, and do your duty for the school!"

This may be the most spectacular sight I have ever seen at Hogwarts. Groups of statues of different textures swarmed past us with heavy steps, some were slightly smaller, some were larger than life, and some were bigger than life. There are some animals hovering in the air with bronze wings, and the armors are brandishing swords and chained maces behind them. Some of them are walking while looking for where their helmets that were knocked down by their companions went. .

"Okay, you guys also go and bring your friends to the Great Hall, and I'll wake up the other Gryffindor students." There was a passion in McGonagall's voice.

"I hope Neville and the others are back." Harry said, grabbing my hand to prevent us from being scattered by the students rushing down the stairs when we were going backwards. Our names were being called out loudly behind us, but we didn't have time to pay attention and hurried all the way to the entrance of the Room of Requirement.

"What's going on?" I couldn't help shouting when I saw the room was much more crowded than before.It was packed to the brim as though it were an alumni reunion - Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Aaliyah Spinnet having a lively conversation with the Weasley twins, Bill and Fleur Mrs. and Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Kingsley and Mrs. Lupine also stood aside, smiling and watching me and Harry walking down the stairs.

"We want to ask, too," said Professor Lupine mildly, "tell us, boy, what is the situation now?"

"Voldemort is coming, the school is going to be closed, Malfoy and his son escaped, and the pair of Death Eaters who controlled the school were knocked unconscious by McGonagall (the Weasley twins whistled in celebration)" Harry. Quickly speaking, I looked around for the voices of Neville, Hermione and Ron like me, but they didn't come back, and I couldn't help becoming nervous and anxious, "But how did you know? Who notified you? "

"Well, we first notified the other DA members." Fred said with a smile, "No one wants to miss such an important moment! Then the DA notified the Order of the Phoenix, like a snowball—"

"Digory said that you are going to use this road to evacuate the whole school, let us follow your arrangement." Wood said, "So what do we need to do now, Harry? Where is Longbottom? He is not with you action?"

"Neville is acting according to our previous plan. Professor McGonagall hopes that everyone will gather in the Great Hall and follow the arrangement. After all the students are evacuated from here, we need to use this room." Harry looked back, " We need to fight."

"Luna, have Neville and the others come back?" People were running up the steep stairs with their wands up. I squeezed past them and asked Luna who stayed where she was.

"No." Luna shook her head, "I don't know if I should continue to wait here or—"

"You go with them first." I nodded to Dean, "I'll see you in the auditorium later."

"Thank you very much for letting Ginny stay in the Pig's Head to help." Before the Weasley family left with the others, Mrs. Weasley came over and hugged Harry and me lovingly, "I'm so mad, How dare Fred and George bring her here! What do you think? Putting a minor child so close to such a dangerous situation tonight—"

Fred and George shrank their necks when they heard Mrs. Weasley's roar, looking a little ashamed.

"Who?" Suddenly there was a rustling sound from behind, Harry strode forward, raised his wand and pulled me behind, and everyone else looked wary.A man dressed in black strode out from the shadows elongated by the flames of the walls on both sides of the passage, with a dark cloak trailing behind him. There was a terrifying scar on the left side of his neck that hadn't fully healed.

"Father!" I almost ran forward and buried my head in his arms. "Is mom okay? What's wrong with your neck?"

"She's not well, but she's better than before." Dad replied in a low voice. He held my face in his cold hands and looked at it carefully. It hurts, there was a scrape there that I didn't know when it appeared.

Dad's dark pupils shrank when he saw the scar on my face, and I could almost hear his teeth grinding under his bulging cheeks.

"Who did it?" he asked sullenly, looking away at Harry, who was trying to smooth his hair.

"It's nothing to do with him," I replied hastily, "Bellatrix Lestrange carved it when I was locked up at Malfoy Manor, and I couldn't have escaped from Malfoy Manor without their help— "

"I know all about it." Dad interrupted me, "don't be so anxious to speak for him. Well, you go back to the Pig's Head Bar now, and the boss there will tell you how to get to Muriel's. Don't worry Mommy."

"No." I froze, took a few steps back and left his arms, "Dad, I'm an adult! Professor McGonagall said that all adult students should be given the chance to stay, I—"

"That's McGonagall's idea, not mine." Dad's speaking speed reminded him of his class after correcting a bunch of perfunctory homework, "Lily is already like that, I will never allow you to do anything else Accident."

"No." He took a few steps towards me, and I took a few steps back. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Mr. Weasley was about to speak, but was stopped by Mrs. Weasley, and Harry cleared his mouth behind me. I feel that nothing he says at the moment will change my dad's decision, and may even make him more angry, so I can only bite the bullet and say first: "There have been... There have been many accidents, no, no, no The accident is not because my father didn't protect me and my mother, but as long as Voldemort exists for a day, those things will continue to happen. We didn't stay here because we wanted to be heroes on a whim. Some things only a few of us can do. Do it, it was prophesied—”

"Anything you can do can be done by grown-ups." Unsurprisingly, Dad said this sentence, "I never really believed in any prophecy. The so-called prophecy is just to lure people to go in a certain direction and then realize it. -"

I forced myself to straighten my waist, and felt that a blazing flame was ignited in my heart again: "If the prophecy is false, I will overcome it; if the destiny is true, I will face it. Would be useless in this fight."

I can clearly see the scar on his neck, which penetrates deeply into the skin, and climbs up to the back of his neck, leaving a horrible mark. It looks like something almost twisted him off in an instant. neck.No one told me that he was injured so badly, and I never wondered why he didn't come to see me after I stayed in Shell Cottage for so long. I found a good reason for him, but I didn't think about him It may be as difficult as my mother's action—in the father's subconscious, the child will always look immature and fragile when he was young and playing in the yard with the puppet bear in his arms. In the child's subconscious, why doesn't the father always need to look up powerful image.But kids grow up, parents grow old, and time moves forward slowly but surely, swapping roles, whether people admit it or not, it never stops, it never looks back.

The flame gradually calmed down. I didn't want to let the voice in my throat take on a childish cry at this time, so I could only look into his eyes and say softly: "I'm an adult now, and I can protect you and mother. Dad, You can't... you can't keep me forever in a safe place from all the harm, like you locked me in your office in fifth grade and watched it all happen - the whole hoag There is no place like that in Watts, or in the whole of Britain."

The muscles in Dad's cheek twitched dangerously, and he turned his face away stiffly from looking at me or speaking, and I could almost hear his neck clicking.Just when no one knew what to say, there was another splash in the passage, and a person staggered out and fell to the ground in a funny way, and then stood up while grabbing the leg of the chair at hand. , yelling: "Am I late? Has it already started? I just found out--"

The atmosphere became more awkward. Percy Weasley, who had been away from home for many years, was looking at each other with his family members. I haven't heard about him for a long time, and I even basically forgot that there is such a Weasley family. Man, the last time Harry had heard it was in sixth grade was that Percy had rejected his dad's suggestion that he stay on as an assistant to the Minister's Office.

There was a long silence, as if some invisible dementors were hovering over the ceiling of the Room of Requirement.Finally, Fleur ran up to Lupine and asked loudly, obviously trying to break the deadlock: "By the way, how is little Teddy?"

"Ah, oh, oh, he's fine—very fine!" answered Lupine, much louder than usual, and produced a photograph from his cloak. "At Tonks' mother's, for Look at his picture!"

Harry also leaned over to look at the baby in the photo who was waving his fat little fist at the camera, and had a loud discussion with Fleur about whether his hair color was green or blue.

"You—" my dad started to say to me when Percy started yelling so loudly that everyone had to turn to look at him, and Lupine almost dropped the photo.

"I'm a fool! A vain fool who can't face his own mistakes!" He took off his horn-rimmed glasses, "I, I'm—"

"He's a bastard who only loves the Ministry of Magic, and will do whatever it takes to get ahead, even breaking away from his family." Fred added flatteringly, and George nodded in agreement and added, "He's ambitious but can't see the truth clearly." foolish politician."

Percy swallowed, his nose and cheeks had turned redder than his hair: "Yes, that's right!"

"That'll do." Fred held out his hand to shake Percy's.

Mrs. Weasley began to cry, twisting her nose with her sleeve. She ran over and pushed Fred and George away, and pulled Percy into her arms and hugged him tightly. The Weasley family gradually moved towards Percy. Cy gathered around, and Bill began to formally introduce Fleur to Percy, who stammered about how he escaped from the Ministry of Magic and how he got in touch with Aberforth.

"If you are determined to stay, protect yourself for your mother." Dad was obviously not used to this kind of touching scene of a family reunion, and he looked away unnaturally at the painting above his head. The banner with the house coat of arms, the only thing missing is Slytherin. "If the kid didn't take care of you—"

"I don't need anyone else to look after me." I hastened to speak for Harry, who was standing awkwardly beside Lupine watching us, "but we'll take care of each other."

Dad let out a heavy snort from his nose, stretched out his hand and rubbed my hair, and then lightly stroked the scar on my face with his fingers, with a gloomy expression.

"I think everyone should hurry to the Great Hall to assemble." Harry said to the Weasley family who were still wiping tears excitedly, "Time is precious now, Voldemort may arrive at Hogwarts at any time—"

"Of course, of course!" Fred happily jumped up the stairs, "Go upstairs quickly, we can't leave decent Death Eaters to others, we have to let them taste the power of our latest research and development products."

"Where are we going?" The people who stayed in the house filed out, I asked Harry, "Is there any accident for Neville and the others, do we need to go find them?"

"I think, in fact, the time has not passed very long, but we have met too many people along the way." A golden clock suddenly appeared on the wall, Harry glanced at it and said, "It will only waste a lot of time to find each other, we still follow the The original plan was to help McGonagall evacuate the students first and then get the crown as soon as possible, we have to believe in their abilities."

"Okay." I nodded, and Harry followed Dad's pace.

As we prepare to leave, the Room of Requirement is rapidly changing. Gone are the hammocks, bookshelves, and coat of arms tapestry, and it spreads out into a large, empty room with only a door leading to the pig's head. The small door of the bar.