I'm playing a big knife at HP

1996 Downing Street, Friday, July 7, 5.

Downing Street, where there are usually only a few tourists, was surrounded today by heavily armed guards. The iron gate outside No. [-] was closed tightly. Many people were already crowding outside the gate, noisily waiting for the Prime Minister to show up.A blond young man squeezed through the crowd, trying to get through: "I'm sorry! Please let me go! I'm in a hurry..."

He was pushed by someone, tripped his feet, and the heavy bag on his shoulder made him lose his balance.The young man quickly put the big bag in his arms and threw it heavily to the concrete floor.Just when he closed his eyes and was about to endure the pain, he felt a hand lifted from his neck, and a strong force came from him, and he stood firmly in a blink of an eye.The young man hurriedly lowered his head to check the big bag, and thanked him in shock: "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much. These are all photographic equipment. A lens is worth half a month's salary. Take me..." He raised his head and saw the person in front of him, his mouth opened wide.

In front of him was a girl in sportswear, a pair of sunglasses covering most of her face.

"Wow." He stayed for a few seconds before asking in a daze, "Are you a model?"

The young man couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed by the abrupt, clichéd and unstandardized words—you know, he’s not a country bumpkin, as a photographer based in London, he’s seen quite a few models and actors, but this girl is a bit difficult. uniqueness of speech.

The girl raised her eyebrows and took off her sunglasses. She had clear blue eyes like the sky, "You are a reporter." She said with certainty.

"Oh no! I didn't mean to bother you! I mean... I'm a reporter, but I'm the political version of..."

"I know. Josh Gibbon, The Independent." She pointed to his badge. "I just wanted to tell you that the reporter's entrance is over there."

"Oh! Yes...thank you." He glanced at the direction she was pointing at, then turned back to look at the girl, "I...my name is Josh."

"Martha." She smiled politely.

"Martha...Thank you for helping me." He glanced at her reluctantly, "I...I should go...I'm already late..."

Josh Gibbon was indeed late, although he was half an hour before the presentation when he squeezed into his partner's seat and set up the equipment.He pointed the camera at the iconic black door with a white frame at No. [-] Downing Street, and looked around idly.He felt that today's vigilance seemed to be stricter than usual.There were several black armored vehicles parked beside the road, and there were more armed guards than usual.

"Hey, buddy, don't you think the atmosphere is a little tense today?" Josh asked a burly man with a ponytail beside him.The man has been looking around very vigilantly, ignoring him.To be honest, he made Josh feel that the atmosphere was even weirder.

"Which media are you from?" Josh was a little curious. He knew almost all the reporters and photographers of major media, but this was a new face.

"Guardian." The man replied impatiently, still not looking at him, his eyes were eagle-eyed as he patrolled the field.

"Really? You must be new here! I've worked for the Guardian before, and I haven't seen you before..." Josh said, "Where's your equipment? Who is your partner?"

The man was growing impatient and on the verge of losing his temper, but there was an uproar, and the door of Number Ten opened, and the Prime Minister was accompanied by his tall new secretary, who seemed to be called Kingsley Shacklebolt. came out.Josh hurriedly stood behind the camera and got busy, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the man with the ponytail beside him didn't take out the recording or camera equipment to start working, but instead clenched what looked like a small wooden stick in his sleeve .The prime minister stood up and waved to the media with a smile, so Josh put some strange feelings behind him and concentrated on his work.

The Prime Minister read from the speech in a low mournful voice: "...our fellow citizens, especially the relatives of those who lost their lives, have been deeply hurt by this shocking accident. Yet in the midst of tragedy, we have also witnessed acts of heroism, and we Our soldiers and police are heroically searching for survivors, and our medical staff are working around the clock to rescue the wounded..." The spotlights flicked on, and countless families were sitting in front of the TV watching the broadcast.

At this moment, there were a few popping sounds in the air, which seemed inconspicuous amidst the clacking of spotlights, but many people still heard them.Josh thought it was gunshots at first, but after his eyes recovered from the white light of the spotlight, he found that there were a few weird men in black robes in front of him. They had no weapons in their hands, but they were all holding a small wooden stick.

What's this?Is it new?By the way, how did they get in? !Josh was just wondering, he didn't notice that the man next to him who claimed to work for the Guardian had already pulled out a small wooden stick and waved it.At the same time as those explosions sounded, all the photographic equipment in the field failed, the live broadcast was interrupted, and the audience in front of the TV saw only a snowflake.

The ponytailed man pushed Josh away and rushed out like a leopard. Several people rushed out from all corners at the same time, all of them holding small wooden sticks in their hands.The Prime Minister had been dragged back to No. [-] Downing Street by his secretary, and the door was tightly shut.The guards started shooting at the men in black robes, but the strange thing was that the bullets seemed to hit an invisible protective cover, sparks flew around the men in black robes, and the bullets jingled and landed at their feet, unable to hurt them a cent.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the reporters crouched down with their heads in their hands, and the people outside the iron gate also started screaming and fleeing.Josh peeked out from his hiding place, and saw that the man in black robe and the man rushing out fired different colors of light with sticks at each other. The light hit the wall on the ground and crackled, smashing a lot of bricks and stones.Josh noticed that the ponytailed man standing beside him just now was hit by a red light, flew out and didn't move again.There seemed to be a little more people in black robes, and some of them started firing at the crowd indiscriminately, laughing while attacking.Josh hid in the doorway, his heart pounding.

At this moment, he heard a clear female voice from above his head: "Yo! Bella! Here!" He raised his head and was surprised to find that the girl named Martha he met outside just sat down On the roof of [-] Downing Street.She put her hands on the roof and jumped down.

Josh couldn't help exclaiming - this is a three-story building!But the girl glides down like a big bird, and her feet land on the back of a man in black.With the weight of an adult plus the acceleration of gravity of a three-story building, the man was knocked unconscious, and the wooden stick in his hand flew far away, even smashing the mask.

"Oh, it's Travers, I'm sorry," said the girl with a smile, pulling out a stick as well, and with a wave of her hand blocked a few flashes of light flying towards her.She took off her sunglasses and waved her hand. The sunglasses flew out and turned into several daggers in the air, whizzing towards a woman in a black robe with disheveled hair.The black-robed woman waved her right hand repeatedly, and a shield appeared in front of her, but the dagger pierced through the shield almost without stopping, and still flew towards her.The woman screamed in anger, and with a wave of the stick, two guards with guns suddenly flew in front of her and acted as her human shield.The two guards closed their eyes tightly when they saw the gleaming dagger flying towards them, but the dagger seemed to have eyes, and went around them and chased after the woman in black.In the end, the black-robed woman raised her hand and shot out several streaks of red light, hitting the chasing daggers one by one, blowing them into pieces before she escaped danger.

Josh looked at the girl in the hoodie, and saw that she had touched a shiny silver round shield from nowhere and was holding it in her left hand. The small wooden stick in her right hand was constantly shining and fighting with several men in black robes.Her figure is extremely flexible, and she is not at a disadvantage when fighting against three or four people.At this time, the black-robed woman finally got rid of the dagger and screamed: "She's mine!! Get out of the way! I'll deal with this little bitch!"

The girl named Martha giggled, turned around and ran away.The next scene made Josh feel like he was hallucinating: her speed was so fast that it was not human, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.What's even more bizarre is that the woman in black robe jumped up and turned into a puff of black smoke, quickly chasing after the little figure, and she sternly shouted from the smoke: "Don't worry about these Muggles! Catch her! Or we'll all face the wrath of the Dark Lord!"

When those men in black robes heard the words, they all abandoned their opponents and chased after the girl.A man in a suit and leather shoes gave chase while shooting flashes, while another man in a sleeveless leather jacket and ripped jeans stayed behind, pointing vigilantly at one or two men in black robes who had fallen to the ground with a small wooden stick .

Josh's mind was in such a mess that he almost thought he was dreaming.is this real?Some people wearing skull masks suddenly appeared, a girl jumped from the roof, a woman turned into smoke... No, he must be dreaming.Suddenly, there were a few more bangs, and a small man suddenly appeared in front of the reporters and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Do you want all of these people?"

"Yes! Everyone present!" said his companion, a tall, thin man anxiously.

Before Josh could protest, the little man also pulled out a wooden stick: "Forget everything."

Marciana ran with a long line of Death Eaters, cursing nonsense secrecy in her stomach.Downing Street is right in the center of London, with Buckingham Palace to the west, Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament to the south, Covent Garden and the West End of London to the north, the Thames River to the east, and the densely populated South Bank across the river. In a word - there is no place with few people within a few miles.Marciana gritted her teeth and headed west all the way through St. James's Park, via Green Park, and headed straight for Hyde Park.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, she murmured in her heart, don't blame me for fighting in the backyard of Buckingham Palace - there are too many people in other places, and it would be a disaster for this group of black wizards to kill if they don't go their way - you are for the sake of the people Sacrifice it.

Both St. James's Park and the Green Garden are English-style gardens carefully created by designers. Along the way, there are green trees and pavilions, and the flat lake is like a mirror.

Marciana couldn't control it anymore, and she went to a place where the trees were a little denser. Thanks to Bellatrix's strong hatred for her, she ran away like a headless chicken, and actually killed all the Death Eaters. Introduced to the seclusion of Hyde Park.

Marciana started to walk quickly, except for Bellatrix who could fly, the other Death Eaters could barely hang behind and run a short distance to apparate for a while, afraid Lost after not keeping an eye on it, out of breath with exhaustion, and didn't even have time to stop and kill an innocent puppy along the way-this has to be said to be the luck of the people of London.

While Marciana and Bellatrix were throwing spells at each other, they secretly scolded why Aurors' reinforcements hadn't arrived yet.

If not, she thought, tomorrow the tabloids will publish articles about the sudden death of a single woman in Hyde Park, whether she was murdered for money or because of love.After she thought about it, she was alone, without reinforcements, and there were ten or eight Death Eaters behind her. It was the best of humanity to buy so much time for the Ministry of Magic, and running away now was very reasonable.So she cast a few spells to force Bellatrix back, and hid behind a bush before the other Death Eaters could catch up.

That is a real turn in place, because it is still in place after the turn.

Marciana immediately knew that Bellatrix cast an anti-apparition spell on her body—don't look at the dark witch's appearance of losing her mind, she was bold and cautious in doing things, and it was extremely tricky.Marciana also found that the anti-apparition spell on her body was improved, it was a kind of space confinement, and even the door key was out of order.

It seemed that Bellatrix was going to kill herself today.

So what do you say?Go ahead and run.

Marciana saw the slight delay, not only Bellatrix bit her, but one or two Death Eaters chased after her, and there were three or two behind them, who could surround her in the blink of an eye.

If he was surrounded by five or six powerful dark wizards in such a place without a bunker, let alone her, Voldemort would have to reincarnate in place.Marciana gritted her teeth, and ran towards the road while blocking the flying spell.

"Grab her! She can't Apparate, she's a caged rat!" Bellatrix shrieked, and several Death Eaters ran after her.Marciana fought and retreated, retreated to the sidewalk, raised the shield with her left hand to block a few spells, swung her wand with her right hand, and blasted a manhole cover on the sidewalk.

Then she slipped in under the eyes of everyone.

The Death Eaters at the back saw their figures, apparated after them with a few clicks, and seven or eight dark wizards looked at each other around the entrance of the notorious London sewers.

"Chase!" Bellatrix was the first to grit her teeth.

"Do we have to chase?" A tall and thin man with a particularly deep voice said, his voice was full of reluctance, "I have a very good sense of smell."

A thin man in black robe held by the wizard also said with disgust: "Aunt Bella, if she runs away, just run away, she is just an insignificant character.

"Shut up both of you! What do you know! Larosa offended the Dark Lord. It's not a big deal if the Muggle Prime Minister can't be killed today, but if we go back and tell the Dark Lord that we let the same person ruin our plan twice, We're doomed!" Bellatrix said through gritted teeth, "Follow me!"

Bellatrix remembered that at the speed of that slippery witch, she probably ran more than half a mile in the ten or so seconds of wrangling, and immediately turned into a black mist and chased after her.

It was originally a clever plan for Marciana to drill into the sewers. The sewers have many forks, no matter how bad it is, they can disperse the people chasing her, which is beneficial to her.It's a pity that she didn't drill in the right place.

Hyde Park is not a residential area, and the sewer runs straight along the sidewalk. Before she could find a sidewalk where she could hide, Bellatrix chased after her. Not only that, but with a few slaps, three figures appeared in front of her There were three or four people standing shadowily behind Bellatrix—Marciana was blocked in the straight-through sewer, with strong enemies in front and pursuers behind.

"Little girl, little girl, do you think you're smart?" Bellatrix pointed at her with a wand and grinned, "You can't escape even if you burrow into the sewer like a mouse! Avada Kedavra!"

Marciana swung the buckler extremely nimbly, and the green light was deflected and went straight to one of the Death Eaters. The man jumped aside with a yell, and the green light flew past his chest.

Listen to the voice that is Rodolphus Lestrange.

"That's your real husband, Bella!" Marciana deliberately widened her eyes, "You poisonous woman." After she finished speaking, she turned and ran away.

Bellatrix was enraged, and rushed towards her with a howl. The Death Eater in front of Marciana didn't dare to block the way of the furious Bella, and reflexively got out of the way, and was caught by Marciana. Catch the gap and rush out.

Marciana swung the Iron Armor Curse behind her with her right hand, and the shield in her left hand emitted light to block the curse flying from the front.She seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, and she didn't have to look back to aim, but every iron armor spell would definitely block or miss one or even two spells.A Death Eater Apparated in front of her, wand raised.Marciana jumped up suddenly, kicked her right foot on the curved wall, flew forward and dodged several spells flying towards her, and at the same time, a silvery liquid wrapped the magic wand in her hand.There was a flash of blood on the wrist of a Death Eater near her, and the wand and hand flew out together.At the same time, the curse she dodged hit another Death Eater, and in an instant, both Death Eaters were disabled.

The Death Eater who lost his hand screamed, clutching the bleeding wound tightly, shouting: "My hand! My wand!", while stumbling after himself to be washed away by the waste water severed hand.It was one of his companions who couldn't see it, and used a flying spell to get back his wand.

"Stop chasing, stay behind and find a way to stop the bleeding." His companion said impatiently, "Don't look for your hands either, this doesn't seem to be black magic damage, I know several potions can make your blood Hands grow out."

The hapless Death Eater murmured his thanks, and sure enough, he stayed - he was so seriously injured that even the Dark Lord couldn't blame him for not continuing to pursue him.

Snape dropped his sweaty fellow Death Eater and chased after Draco - Draco's hands and feet were cold from the bloody scene in front of him.Even if it wasn't cold, the kid couldn't Apparate, and Bellatrix left him alone and got lost in the sewers on two legs.Snape hung behind the Death Eaters, not attacking, just holding his wand to light.

While chasing, he thought, although he fought with Marciana on a daily basis, he had never seen her fully fired, and he didn't know that her magic power perception was so powerful that she could accurately intercept and evade the magic spell just by intuition ——This is something only she can do, and others have neither such agility nor such talent.Snape, somehow proud, couldn't help smiling under the mask.

He knew that Marciana's strategy had worked—the darkness made it difficult for other wizards, but it was not much of a threat to her, who could sense the enemy's movements with magic power.Besides, no matter how wide the London sewer is, there is no room for two people standing side by side to stop her.With her skill, as long as she is not surrounded by people, it is only a matter of time before she breaks through one by one.

Marciana fought and fled with Bellatrix all the way in the dark, and Bellatrix's scream echoed in the underground sewer.The strong flash of magic spell was the only light source in this absolute darkness, and the ferocious face of the Black Witch flickered on and off. This scene was really indescribably eerie.Marciana was running, and suddenly saw a ray of skylight in the distance, and the faint sunlight allowed her to see clearly in the distance—there was a wall.

Her heart sank.

Actually ran into a dead end, this is miserable.

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Martha: Look at my manhole cover trick!

Death Eater: Speaking of being shameless, I still lost.

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