I'm playing a big knife at HP

Saturday, June 1997, 7

"...we've got a whole dozen houses under our best protection. They all look like we're going to hide you, and they all have some sort of connection to the Order: my house, the Kingsleys, Martha home, Molly's Aunt Muriel's - you understand that?" Moody patiently explained to Harry his plans for the evening.

"clear."

"You go to Tonks' parents' house. Once you're within the protection spell we've placed on the house, you can use a portkey to transfer to No. 12, Grimmauld Place. Are there any questions?"

"Er—yes," Harry asked hesitantly, "maybe they didn't know which of the twelve safe houses I was going to at first, but sixteen of us flew to Tonks' parents." Home, won't it be clear at a glance?"

"Ah," said Moody, "I forgot to mention the crucial point. We didn't all fly to Tonks' parents' house sixteen of us. There will be eight Harry Potters flying in the sky tonight, each with a With company, each group flew to a different safe house." Moody pulled out a large bottle of Polyjuice Potion.

Harry opened his eyes wide and shouted, "No! No!"

"I told you he would react like this." Hermione gave Marciana a smug look.

"If you think I'm going to put seven people on the line to risk their lives -!" Harry continued | protesting passionately.

"—as if it's a first for us," Ron murmured.

"It's different, pretending to be me—"

Fred said gravely, "Well, we don't really like any of us, Harry. Imagine if something went wrong and we couldn't go back, we'd be freckled, skinny little fools forever..."

Harry said blankly, "If I don't cooperate, you can't do it. You need a few hairs from me."

George spread his hands pretending to be frustrated: "Oh, this way, the whole plan will be ruined. If you don't cooperate, we will obviously not be able to get any hair of yours."

"That's right, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic yet. We're really hopeless." Fred shrugged with a smirk.

"Haha, that's funny," said Harry dryly, obviously not at all amused.

Moody said gruffly, "Everyone here is of legal age, Potter, and they're all ready to take the risk."

He was right.Hermione turned 17 in September last year, and Ron turned [-] in March this year, and even they were considered adult wizards.

"Harry, this is the plan for tonight. Whether you cooperate or not, we will make it happen." Marciana said calmly.

Everyone looked at Harry, and Hermione and Ron gave him a few urging looks.Harry seemed to finally give up the struggle and reached out to pull the hair on top of his head.

"Use this." Marciana handed over a pair of small silver scissors.

"That's right, boys' hair should be well protected." The bald middle-aged Arthur Weasley said somewhat regretfully.

Harry: "..."

He took the scissors.

Seven people drank the compound potion with Harry's hair, changed into identical clothes, put on glasses, carried identical backpacks, and carried the cage containing the fake Hedwig. For a while, even Harry couldn't tell who was who. who.

"Very good, Mundungus and I are in the same group." Marciana said.

"No, let him join me." Moody resolutely protested, "I can't trust him."

Mundungus looked like he wanted neither Moody nor Marciana, but he couldn't hold back Moody and walked dejectedly behind the old Auror.

"Alright then, Arthur, you and I are in a team. Let's ride my Firebolt|Arrow." Marciana nodded, and a Harry with a kind smile walked up to her. "Remus, you take George."

"Hey, I'm Fred!"

"No, you are George." Marciana said unwaveringly, "Please follow Remus. Fred, you follow Sirius."

"Damn, bro, she's pretty good." Harry, who claimed to be Fred, walked up to Lupine.

"Yeah brother, I really don't know how she can tell us apart, sometimes I doubt she can do magic." The other Harry made a grimace and walked over to Sirius.

"Fleur, you and Bill are on the same team."

Bill said very thoughtfully: "I took Fleur to ride thestrals, she doesn't like broomsticks very much."

A Harry looked at Bill affectionately, leaned his head softly on Bill's shoulder, and fell in love for a moment.

"Hermione follows Kingsley, Ron follows Tonks, Harry, you follow Hagrid." Marciana finished briefly, "Harry, the Death Eaters must have done a lot of homework for you, you Try not to make a move, the less information you expose, the better."

Seeing Harry nodding, she turned and walked into the back garden.The crowd followed her, a few guards mounted on brooms or Thestrals, and Harry climbed into the sidecar of the motorcycle, laboriously folding his long legs together.

"Hold on, Harry," Sirius reassured him, "I'll see you in Grimmauld Place."

"Hold on tight, Ron," Tonks said, and Ron gave Lupine a guilty glance.

"I need you to hug me too, Arthur." Marciana said calmly, "Now is not the time to be a gentleman, I can't fly smoothly. If you feel uncomfortable, there is still time to exchange with Hermione. "

Harry laughed from behind Remus: "Don't worry, Dad, Mom will understand."

Arthur also smiled: "Stinky boy, it's up to you to say."

"Good luck to all!" cried Moody. "See you at Grimmauld Place in an hour or so. I'll count to three. One...two...three."

Eight groups of black shadows soared into the sky, flying higher and higher.The cool night breeze is blowing on the face, the street lights are like a string of dim light bands, and the orange red scattered by the lights of Greater London can be faintly seen in the sky.

They were immediately surrounded.

Not the three people as expected, but more than thirty black figures wearing hoods.They formed a huge encirclement circle, because the ambush was far away, it was beyond Marciana's perception range, and she was not discovered by her.

It's a trap. It's a trap.

Marciana heard a low cry of horror from Arthur behind her, and vaguely saw Voldemort's red eyes shining with an evil light in the dark night.For the first time, she held up her wand and snarled a spell.A gigantic protective sphere sprouted from the tip of her wand, blocking or deflecting the twenty or thirty spells that struck them at the same time.The magic spell exploded outside the protective film like fireworks, instantly shattering the defensive spell.Marciana shouted: "According to plan, let's go!"

The firmness and composure in her voice seemed to make the terrified members of the Phoenix Society regain their composure. Eight groups of people sped away in eight directions, and the thirty or so black shadows also clung to them.

Arthur felt that Marciana had accelerated the fire to over 150 miles in just a few seconds.He turned his head, and the five or six Death Eaters behind him were thrown further and further away, but several bright spells flew over from different directions.Marciana flicked the broom and flew vertically upwards. The spells flew under them, and she immediately straightened the broom and continued on.This high-speed steering almost made Arthur spit out.There was a tumbling in his stomach, and he could no longer care about his gentlemanly demeanor, and desperately hugged Marciana's waist.Marciana waved her right hand without aiming, and threw out two spells in succession.Arthur turned his head and found that the two spells hit the two pursuers accurately, and the pursuers lost control of their brooms and fell to the ground in a circle.The Death Eaters were thrown farther and farther away, until finally they couldn't even see their figures, but Marciana was still galloping through the night at top speed on a broomstick.

They were getting closer and closer to the outskirts of London, and the lights on the ground were like sparks.

"I think we got rid of them." Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, I'm afraid we didn't." Marciana said in a deep voice, "Get ready and protect yourself—he's coming."

Arthur didn't have to ask who he was referring to.He heard a faint howl behind him, and a black smoke flew closer and closer to them. In the black smoke, a snake's face shimmered coldly and strangely, and a dead white right hand was holding a magic wand.

Two green lights of the Death Curse hit them from left to right, Marciana bent down flexibly, and the green light passed over their heads.Arthur couldn't help shivering, and his whole body tensed up.He could hardly believe his eyes, Voldemort could not only fly, he could fly faster than a fire broom, the fastest broomstick a wizard could make.

Voldemort waved his wand, and suddenly a large dense ball of steel balls appeared in the air, completely surrounding them like a cage.Arthur desperately tried to spell the balls away—at their speed, hitting them would be like being hit by countless bullets and killing them all—but he found in despair that there was no way he could do it.These steel balls were undoubtedly under Voldemort's control, and Arthur couldn't move them a bit.

They were getting closer and closer, and Marciana pointed her wand at a patch of steel balls in front of them, but they remained motionless.Arthur closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the pain and death to come.

They hit it.

Arthur felt the liquid hit his face.He thought it might be Marciana's or his own blood, but he didn't feel any pain.Instead, they appear to be still flying at high speed.Arthur opened his eyes and found himself unharmed.He turned around in surprise, only to find that Marciana had turned a piece of steel ball into a drop of water at the very moment.

Voldemort roared angrily, chased after him, and flew towards Arthur and Marciana with one death curse after another.Marciana was like a swift walking through a storm, dexterously dodging all spells, and would even find time to strike back at Voldemort.But Voldemort's flying spell is a bit weird: his body is really like smoke, even if the spell hits, he will pass through it directly.Marciana suddenly raised the broom, dodged a death curse and at the same time pointed down the wand, and the tip of the wand spit out several lightning-like lights.Arthur saw the light envelop Voldemort, turning his face pale.The curse hit Voldemort's face and right hand with a sizzling sound.Voldemort trembled involuntarily, emerging from the smoke and falling.

"Did we get rid of him?" said Arthur, startled.

Marciana continued flying without stopping for a moment.

"No, he'll catch up, but we're almost there."

Indeed, they had entered the outer fringes of London, half the sky lit up with city lights—they were not far from Marciana's house.

Arthur heard a terrifying roar from below, and he saw Voldemort rushing towards them at an unprecedented speed, the snake's face was distorted by rage, and the red eyes showed a chilling killing intent.A huge green fire snake erupted from the tip of Voldemort's wand so brightly that it made the clouds around them green.The scorching waves with the meaning of death and destruction hit them, Marciana's wand pointed down, a thin protective film cut off the high temperature, but they took the opportunity to jump forward like fish riding the waves far away.Fire Snake was chasing after them, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before they caught up.But at this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared beside Voldemort and said something to him.After hearing what he said, Voldemort actually left Marciana and the two turned around and left.

Marciana swooped towards the ground, and pulled the broom to stop when she was still one or two meters above the ground.She hopped off the broom, grabbed Arthur, who had been dumped, and with a snap, they were gone.

The two apparated to Marciana's apartment in time for the Portkey to be activated.As soon as they arrived at NO.12, Grimmauld Place, Molly, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed up, pointed her wand at Marciana, and said in a trembling voice, "What was the Christmas present you gave me last year?"

"Bowl of Demeter," Marciana replied.Molly breathed a sigh of relief and put down her wand.

"Molly, honey," Arthur said.Molly recognized her husband at once, hugged him sobbing, and dropped countless kisses on his skinny little face that still looked like Harry, "Oh, thank God! Thank God you came back safely. You were the first group to arrive .”

"Ron and Tonks should be in the first group." Marciana frowned.

"They missed the portkey, and the portkey came back by itself." Ginny pointed to a rusty oil tank on the ground.

"We fell for the trap," Marciana said murderously. "The Death Eaters were there early in the morning."

"Yeah, the mysterious man chased us all the way." Arthur wiped his forehead in shock, and Molly let out a small scream, "Fortunately, Marciana got rid of him, otherwise we would be in danger."

"I'm a little worried." Marciana pursed her lips tightly. "He left by himself in the end. I'm afraid he discovered Harry's whereabouts."

Ginny turned pale.At this moment, a little blue light appeared in the darkness, and a huge figure swished and appeared in the dark porch.Hagrid pulled out a thin figure from behind, and Ginny rushed up and hugged him.

"Harry, you're the real Harry, right?" Molly rushed to him eagerly, "Do you know what's going on with the others?"

The effect of the compound decoction arrived, and Arthur returned to his original appearance, groping to take out his glasses and put them on.

"What? Has only Mr. Weasley arrived safely?" Harry stammered, startled. "We were surrounded as soon as we set off - they knew it was tonight - I don't know what happened to the others , there were four Death Eaters chasing us, and we had to fight to get rid of them, and when we were almost there, Voldemort caught up to—”

"Thank goodness you're fine." Molly gave him a hug.Marciana saw a few tears fall on Harry's shoulders.

"Mom!" Ginny yelled suddenly, pointing to the end of the corridor.

In the magical blue light, George and Lupine spun and landed on the ground, but George was already unconscious with blood on his face.Together, Harry and Lupine lifted George onto the couch.Marciana bent down to inspect George's wound, but was pulled away by a strong force.When she looked up, she saw Lupine pointing his wand at her chest, "Prove your identity!"

A stream of silvery fluid enveloped her wand, forming a sharp sword: "There's no way Polyjuice Potion can fake this."

Lupine nodded, and turned his wand to Harry: "When Harry Potter first came to my office at Hogwarts, what animal was that squatting in the corner? Answer!"

Hagrid said dissatisfiedly, "Remus, don't do this!"

Harry tried to remember: "It was—a Grindylow, kept in a tank, wasn't it?"

Lupine breathed a sigh of relief, and put his palm to his forehead feebly.

"What the hell is this?" Hagrid growled.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I've got to check," said Lupine stiffly. "There's been a mutiny. Voldemort knows we're moving tonight, and he's only tipped off by someone directly involved in the planning. You're probably an impostor." .”

"The contract has not been broken." Marciana's voice seemed to come from underground, "No one can tip off the news."

"Then how did they know?!" Lupine suppressed the tremor in his voice.

"There is only one possibility. Before signing the contract, the time of our transfer has been revealed." Marciana said coldly, and she drew out her wand, "We will find out the reason. But right now, I have more important things to do."

She crouched back and crouched beside George.

"Is George all right?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I don't think so, but there's no way his ear could be repaired, it was knocked off with a spell—" said Lupine. "Snape is the one who did it, Snape did it."

Arthur and Molly stared blankly at their son, Molly covering her mouth, Arthur holding his wife's shoulder tightly.

"Snape?" Harry called. "You don't mean—"

"He slipped his hood off in the chase. Snape was always good at the Unseen Curse. I wish I had hit him with fire, but when George got hurt I had to hold him up on the broom as best I could. , he lost too much blood. Arthur, Molly, I'm really sorry, I didn't protect George well. This is black magic, I'm afraid there is no way..."

"No, there is a way." Marciana pointed her wand at the wound that was still bleeding, and recited the singing-like counter-curse that Harry had heard once.The bleeding from the wound gradually stopped.Molly let out a sob of joy, turned around and fetched the first aid kit, and wiped the blood off George's face with a damp cotton ball.Marciana poured him a bottle of blood tonic, and George's pale face turned a little bloody.

"How could you... Snape invented this..." Harry asked in surprise.

"I know a lot of black magic counter-spells." Marciana didn't explain any more, she bowed her head and began to recite the second counter-spell.At this time there was a commotion outside, and Kingsley and Hermione came back.Lupine grabbed his wand to verify Kingsley's identity.Marciana faintly heard Kingsley ask: "...how could he change his goal?"

"Harry was being a little too kind to Stan Thornpark. He used Extinction..."

It turned out to be the case.

Soon, Sirius came back with Fred, and Molly rushed to hug her son and told him about George's injury in a low voice.Fred immediately ran to George's side and stared at him dumbfounded.George opened his eyes.

"Don't worry, Martha said it can be cured." Molly gently stroked her son's forehead covered in cold sweat and clotted blood, "Isn't it, Martha?"

"First remove all the black magic." Marciana nodded, pointing the tip of her wand at the wound that has begun to heal, "As long as it is removed cleanly, the ears can grow back using conventional methods. At most It will grow in one night."

"Oh, that's great. After all, it would be a pity if you can no longer play the game of guessing who I am." George smiled weakly.

Marciana and Molly attended to George in the living room while the others paced the hall anxiously, waiting.After some time, a figure riding a broom appeared above Grimmauld Place.Lupine opened the door and ran out. Tonks jumped off the broom and threw himself into his arms: "...Martha is right, Bellatrix followed us, she wants to my life……"

Ron ran to Hermione and Harry in a daze, and Hermione rushed up and hugged him tightly.

And Moody, Mundungus, Bill and Fleur didn't come back.Anxiety heightened over time.Finally, Kingsley couldn't stay any longer: "I have to go back to Downing Street - I should have been there an hour ago...let me know as soon as they get back, will you?"

Lupine and Tonks nodded, and Kingsley Apparated away from Grimmauld Place.

Not long after he had gone, a thestral appeared in the sky, and Bill and Fleur slid down from it and ran towards the gate of Grimmauld Place.

Molly opened the door and hugged her eldest son: "Bill! Thank God, thank God—"

Bill looked up at Arthur: "Mad-Eye is dead."

No one speaks.

The rustling of footsteps on the other side of the porch broke the eerie silence.Everyone turned their heads and found Marciana walking out, her face was like a ghost: "What did you just say?"

The author has something to say: Scissors: British men's hair, I guard it!

Cough, don't hit me.The bento principle of this article is that if Maye can save it, he can save it, and if it cannot be saved logically, there is no other way.I thought about pairing Maye with Moody because I couldn't bear Mad-Eye.But I thought about it for a long time and gave up, because it is unreasonable in terms of strategy-the most effective way is to have a strong one with a weak one, and both of them are relatively strong.As long as Maye and Moody are separated, and Voldemort goes after Moody, Moody will be paid.

Woohoo I'm sad too! !