I'm playing a big knife at HP

The Division of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic on the second floor arrived, and the middle-aged witch gave Hermione a pitiful look: "Good luck, I hope it's not too bad." Then she hurried out.

The elevator reached the first floor in silence, and the four of Marciana walked out among the few staff members.In front of him was an unknown long corridor covered with purple carpets, with countless large wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.The blood aroused by righteous indignation in Harry's heart gradually calmed down, and he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive—he didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to be so big, with so many people, that it would be difficult to find opportunities to wear an invisibility cloak or cast a spell to become invisible.

What's more, such a small roster, I don't know who owns it, and where it is stored, where can I find it?

While thinking wildly, Harry followed Marciana forward.Before he could think of a clue, Harry heard a familiar artificial voice: "Ah! Jackie Monroe! You came just in time."

Harry looked up to see a pudgy pink figure, and couldn't help but rage.Umbridge staggered to Hermione's side: "Come with me, stupid girl! The court is about to start, so it's useless to dawdle."

Hermione stared at her in surprise, and looked at Marciana in a little bewilderment. Marciana nodded indistinctly.Hermione collected herself and said timidly, "Yes, Senior Deputy Minister."

Umbridge noticed the three wizards in navy blue robes next to her, and turned around with her usual fake sweet smile on her face: "What are you doing here?" But at this moment, her mouth seemed uncontrollable He continued, "You incompetent low-level employees, what do you look like wandering around in a place where big people haunt like the first floor?"

Harry couldn't help but feel that something was wrong—although Umbridge was vicious and hypocritical, she was always superficial, and she wouldn't say such obvious mean things.What's more, she had a strange look on her face when she spoke, as if she had to say it.Ron couldn't help complaining directly: "We didn't mess with you, why are you so mean."

"How dare you talk back! You are just a few hygienists, how dare you talk to me, the senior deputy minister, like this!" Umbridge's mouth was flying, and a string of even more ugly words came out quickly, " You should be groveling to me! I can tell you to leave with just one word!"

Harry and Ron flushed with anger, and Hermione's lips were tightly pressed, but there was a suspicious look in her eyes.Marciana laughed suddenly, and the small eyes were almost squeezed out of the fleshy face.

"Oh, Senior Undersecretary Umbridge, you are not usually like this, you are such a kind and approachable lady." Marciana said beamingly, "I know you didn't mean to say that— —It seems to me that you are under a curse."

Umbridge was taken aback: "What do you know, you useless moron cleaner?! What do you know? Who did you listen to? Who spoke ill of me behind my back?"

"You misunderstood, I didn't hear it from others. You see, although I am incompetent, I just happened to see this kind of curse." Marciana had a wide smile on her face, "My uncle had the same curse. Hi, His wife is a jealous witch, and in order to prevent him from being unfaithful, she secretly put a curse on him, made him speak his mind involuntarily--it's really inconvenient not to be able to hide anything in your head, especially for you For a high-ranking witch—don't you?"

"Yes! Yes!" Umbridge grabbed Marciana excitedly, "You know this curse? You know how to solve it?! Even St. Mungo can't help, how can you know the solution?"

"Hey, I know. I'll give you a try." Marciana smiled obsequiously and rubbed her hands, pointed at Umbridge with her wand and said a weird spell, "Do you think it's better? Yes Don't you have the urge to speak?"

Umbridge stared at his protruding eyes and touched his lips, but he didn't say a word.There was an ecstatic look on her face.Marciana grinned and put away her wand.Immediately, Umbridge's mouth moved uncontrollably again: "What are you doing! You bastard, maggot! If you don't give me the curse immediately!"

"There is no problem with breaking the curse, but I have a small favor that I would like your help with. It is a very simple matter, and it is a piece of cake for a big man like you." Marciana didn't seem to have heard Umbridge's series of Cursing, the angle of the smile on his face did not change, "You can help me with this little favor, and I can also help you with this little trouble, what do you think?"

"What?! It's your luck that a little person like you can help me. It's an honor you've never had in your life. How dare you bargain with me!" Umbridge said angrily.

"Don't say that, a smart person like you should know the principle of mutual benefit." Marciana moved a little closer, looking at Umbridge's swollen eyes with her bright eyes: "I have an old Dude, Young, wrongly accused of Muggle-born. I know he isn't, in fact, I'm kind of related to him... I can prove his innocence to you if you let me borrow that wizarding genealogy How about it? The wizarding genealogy of the Ministry of Magic... just let me look at it for a few minutes, and your troubles will be gone..."

Harry felt that the curse in Umbridge really deserved it, and he was willing to let her suffer, but he felt that it was not uneconomical for Marciana to exchange her help for a position in the wizard family tree.

Umbridge rolled his eyes, and said, "I'm going to interrogate the group of Mudbloods now, and Young is among them. After the interrogation, you come to my office to find me, and you first undo the curse for me. Let's discuss it again."

Harry was anxious - the interrogation would take hours, they couldn't be in the Ministry for that long - but Marciana agreed with a big smile.Harry and Ron saw the only clue leading Hermione towards the elevator, and almost wanted to rush up and knock Umbridge unconscious for torture, but Marciana stopped them with a gesture.

"Don't look, let's go," she said, "I know where the family tree is."

"What?" Harry asked in surprise. "She didn't say anything."

"I took her from Legilimency." Marciana replied briefly.

"Impossible! I mean... Umbridge didn't seem to notice." Harry lowered his voice and said, "I have been read by Snape so many times, you can feel that your brain has been invaded , The memory was rummaged."

"Not necessarily, isn't the feeling of being Legilimency very similar to the floating of memories?"

Seeing Harry nodded, Marciana continued: "So I just used words to lure her into thinking of the wizard family tree, so that even if I briefly invaded her brain, she wouldn't notice it, and just thought it was remembered by herself." .”

"How cunning!" Ron couldn't help saying.Harry also found it an eye-opener - he found that since Marciana resigned from her position as the people's teacher, she acted more and more freely.Lies came out as soon as he opened his mouth, and he was so skillful in deceiving people that he couldn't help but wonder what kind of business Marciana was doing in the past.But to be honest, in the face of cruel, cunning and unscrupulous enemies, Harry felt that Marciana's way of acting made him feel more secure.Harry and Ron followed Marciana to turn left and right in the corridor. Thanks to their status as maintenance workers, the wizard who met them along the way turned a blind eye to them.They soon came to a small room, and Marciana knocked on the door calmly.

A very tall wizard with curly black hair came to answer the door: "What's wrong?"

"Received three maintenance reports—someone spilled the permanent fixing ink on the carpet, the temperature of the room was not comfortable enough, and the weather and scenery outside the window needed to be replaced." Marciana said in a businesslike manner, "It's this Room?"

The big wizard hesitated, and muttered, "Did someone spill the ink? It must be that idiot Sampak. Come in, I always think the room is a little hot."

He stepped out of the way, and the three of Marciana filed in.Harry found that there were two wizards in the room, one of whom was Stan Sampak who had hunted him down and had the Imperius Curse.At this moment, Sampak was sitting in front of a book the size of a tabletop and a foot thick, waving his wand. Glowing letters jumped out of the book. Harry looked closely and realized that they were names.Those luminous names circled around the golden names that popped up on another long parchment scroll. Occasionally, when the two names overlapped, the letters would automatically jump back on the parchment paper, and the names that had not been able to match the thick book would change. Turning red, jumping to a black leather-bound book - these are undoubtedly the lists of wizards and wizards of suspected Muggle-born.

"What are you doing standing there?" the big wizard said impatiently, "You haven't started working yet?"

"Okay! Let's do it!" Marciana happily drew out her wand, "Lock your tongue! Everything will be petrified!"

The big wizard's eyes widened and he fell stiffly to the ground.At the same time, Harry and Ron also pointed at Sampak together: "Disarm you!" "Damn out!"

Sampak's wand flew out and fell on the table.

"Good job." Marciana waved her wand vigorously above her head, and thick books and rolls of parchment flew to the middle of the room, forming a hill.

"Come together." Marciana smiled, "Let them burn!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned.

"For my mother," said Harry. "For Hermione," said Ron, too, and they both yelled, "Fire!"

A flame rose from the tip of each of the three wands, igniting the piles of books and papers.Pointing her wand at the ground, Marciana mumbled a circle around the fire, and the fire was confined within the circle, without igniting other furniture in the room.When she was done, she squatted in front of the big wizard with tearing eyes, pinched his chin with one hand, and pointed the tip of her stick to his temple, and drew out wisps of silvery mist and threw them into the fire.Harry knew these silver things were memories.Marciana did the same with Stan Sampak, clapped her hands and stood up when she was done: "Okay, I checked in their memory-the family tree is not backed up. In addition, I also checked their memory of the list After that, even if the Ministry of Magic wants to use the Pensieve to restore the list, it is impossible. After that, Umbridge can only rely on sporadic reports to arrest people. At least we have won some Muggle-born wizards a chance to escape or conceal their identities. .”

She takes away the wands of Stan Thornpark and the big wizard, and kindly lifts them up to face the burning record.

"Look carefully, what a beautiful bonfire. Don't worry, what I release is a magic fire, and it won't go out until the last piece of paper is burned."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Harry and Ron and said, "We have to go quickly, and sooner or later someone will find out that something is wrong here."

Harry followed Marciana out quickly.He felt that he had completed a major event, and felt a little more relaxed, so he was in the mood to start looking at the surrounding environment.He found a large promotional poster on a particularly gorgeous wooden door. On the poster, an ugly and demented man in Muggle clothes was reaching out his hand to a beautiful, blond witch in gorgeous robes with a greedy expression. , the witch had a smile that was so innocent that it was almost stupid.The poster reads in large letters: "Mudbloods - A Threat to a Peaceful Pure-Blood Society"

"Come on," Ron whispered, pulling Harry back. "One day we'll burn that poster too, but not today. We've got to get Hermione out."

Harry turned to see a wizard in black velvet robes hurrying towards them, and when he saw them he called out, "Moticolo, Hutton! Just right!"

The wizard stopped in front of them and frowned: "Why are your hands and faces covered with black dust?"

Harry glanced nervously at Ron, realizing that they had indeed rubbed some burnt paper ashes just now.

"One of the fireplaces is broken and it's hard to fix." Marciana said nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

"You go to the courtroom—Interrogation Room Nine," said the wizard anxiously. "Umbridge threw up again and made a mess."

"Okay, let's go." Marciana nodded with a smile, and led the two of Harry to the elevator.

The three of them descended in the elevator until they reached the ninth floor where the Department of Mysteries was located, and then went down the stairs to the tenth floor where the courtroom was located.They walked along the torch-lit stone corridor, but Harry felt the colder as they walked, and an ominous mist wafted at the end of the stone corridor.

It was so cold that Ron and Harry's teeth were chattering, a sense of hopelessness came over them, and at the end of the corridor loomed some tall dark figures in tattered hoods - dementors, many of them.

"Patience." Marciana whispered, "You can't use the Patronus yet."

They walked towards the densely packed dementors, and gradually saw clearly—the dementors surrounded a group of wizards sitting huddled in fright on the bench, greedily sucking the vitality from them.Those Muggle-born wizards who were summoned to appear in court shrank and bowed their heads. Those with family members held each other's hands tightly against the maddening despair, and those without family members could only bear their heads alone.

Among these pale and frightened faces, Harry saw a somewhat familiar young face - he recognized her, it was Lillian Limbaugh, a Hufflepuff student.Lin Bo should be in the third grade when school starts this year.Umbridge tortured Harry, Luna, and another student at Hogwarts with the black magic quill, and it was this girl - she was only a first year.The little girl was sitting on the bench, still wearing thin pajamas and pajamas, her lips were blue from the cold.An older witch beside her took her hand in pity, and divided her shawl in half.But what is the use of the shawl top?Everyone here is shivering with cold.Harry felt the anger burning in him, and it made him forget for a moment the coldness brought by the dementors.

At this moment, the door of the courtroom opened, and an unconscious man was dragged out by two dementors. Umbridge's voice came from the door: "Next—Lillian Limbaugh."

The little Hufflepuff girl stood up and walked slowly towards the door.Helplessly, she looked back at the older witch who showed a little kindness to her, but the witch had no choice but to sigh, and reluctantly showed an encouraging smile.Several wizards and witches turned their faces away impatiently.

They all knew that this little girl was arrested by Umbridge himself, and she must not be spared today.

Lilian's chest rose and fell, and she walked towards the dark door step by step.At this moment, she felt a very warm hand on her shoulder. She turned around and found that it was a ruddy, short and fat wizard.

"Don't be afraid." The wizard smiled at her, "We will go in with you."

Three wizards in navy blue robes surrounded the little girl and walked into the court.

"Here you are, over here." Umbridge cleared his throat, and pointed to the pile of filth around him.Harry took a closer look and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.He finally understood why Umbridge couldn't clean it up herself instead of summoning the Magic Maintenance staff—her vomit was anything but normal filth.The ground seems to have been corroded by strong acid, emitting ominous green smoke, and there are many strange beetles, cockroaches, and maggots crawling around inside.

There was a large bottle of potions in front of Umbridge, and beside her sat another person Harry recognized - Rookwood.Rookwood, who was imprisoned in Azkaban for betraying the secrets of the Ministry of Magic to Voldemort, has now transformed himself into the new director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.On the other side of Umbridge sat Hermione, who was pale and struggling to avoid the crawling bugs.In front of the three of them, a long-haired silver cat Patronus was pacing up and down proudly, protecting them from the large number of dementors in the room.

Marciana led Harry and Ron towards the interrogation stand, and Hermione's face brightened when she saw them.Marciana waved her magic wand and uttered a curse, the worms that had crawled all over the interrogation platform were pulled to her by an invisible force, and then she shook her right hand, and those worms turned into ashes and disappeared disappeared.

"You're Lillian Phoebe Limbaugh?" Umbridge asked coquettishly.

Lilian, who was sitting in the middle of the room, nodded.

"Abe Limbaugh and Naomi Limbaugh's daughter?"

"Yes." Lilian said in a crying voice, "Please, please let me go home, they must be worried."

"Stop crying, the Mudblood can't arouse my sympathy." Rookwood said contemptuously, "It's still a stammer."

"Your father was a primary school teacher, and your mother was...an insurance broker?" Umbridge said sarcastically, "Ouch, Muggles."

Lilian pursed her lips, a stubborn expression appeared on her pale face.

"When you were arrested last night, a wand was found in your house, nine and a half inches, willow, with a core of unicorn hair, was it not?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell us which wizard you took this wand from?"

"I didn't, I didn't take this wand." Lilian raised her face and said biting each word, "I... mother... bought it for me from... from Ollivander. Seven Garen, Mr. Ollivander... say it, it chose me."

"Oh, little Lillian, you are wrong. The wand only chooses wizards, and you are not a wizard." Umbridge said sweetly, "but you are still a child, and I don't think you can do murder wizards and steal wands." So... is it your parents? Did they plot against some wizard to get you into the magic world?"

Lily was trembling all over, and she actually spoke fluently under the rage: "They didn't do such a thing! I... I am a witch! Professor Sprout came to my house to tell me and my parents that I am a witch. Yes! She said my name was on the Hogwarts admission list at birth!"

"Lie!" snapped Umbridge, slapping the table and standing up.At this moment, Harry noticed Marciana making a strange gesture with her left hand behind her back.Umbridge's face suddenly became very ugly. She quickly reached for the potion bottle on the table, but it was too late.Vomit poured out uncontrollably, all falling on Rookwood.The thick green viscous liquid and all kinds of reptiles stuck to Rookwood's gorgeous and elegant robe, making him scream in disgust.

"Come and clean me up!" Rookwood yelled at Marciana, "Hurry up!"

At this moment, Hermione suddenly let out a scream: "No, Patronus!"

Harry and Ron quickly looked at the silver cat, and found that it had also become dim due to its owner's vomiting and weakness, flickering on and off, as if it was about to disappear.To make matters worse, the dementors sensed the weakness of the Patronus and gradually surrounded them, and the chill in the room immediately increased.

"No! No! Hurry up and cast the Patronus Charm! Hurry up!" Rookwood yelled frantically with deep fear on his face.

"No, Director, I'm just a hygienist, and you overestimate us." Marciana exaggeratedly clutched her chest, "As the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, you should be very proficient in such profound spells." ah."

Rookwood took out his wand tremblingly, tried it several times, but the tip of the wand didn't emit a single strand of silver—he had been in Azkaban for more than ten years, and he had long since lost the ability to release the Patronus.At this time, the silver cat finally couldn't resist the dementor, and disappeared with a puff.

The dementors moved towards Lilian and stretched out their sticky, rotting hands.

Hermione couldn't help but stood up and pulled out her wand: "Call God to protect you!"

A silver otter jumped out and circled Lilian, and the dementor retreated immediately.Ron also drew out his wand, and a very bright hound jumped out, and the room was immediately warmed up.Harry didn't even have to ask why Ron's Patronus was so bright - Ron couldn't stop smiling when he saw Umbridge in distress.

Marciana drew out her wand and pointed it at Rookwood. Rookwood thought she was going to clean his robes, but there was no response.

"Damn!" Marciana yelled.

Rookwood immediately fell to the ground like a bag of rocks.She took the wand from his hand, turned and pointed it at Umbridge.At this time Umbridge finally stopped vomiting, and with a wave of Marciana's wand, the filth on the ground was reduced to ashes again.Umbridge slowly got up and stared at Rookwood: "This is...how...how dare you attack the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?!"

Turning around, she found herself being pointed at by four magic wands. She swallowed and gave a weak smile: "You...you just want to save Young? This is easy, easy. Put down the wands first , I can pretend that what happened just now didn’t happen, and Yang Ge’s case can also be discussed in a long-term way. I believe he was wronged, in fact, he has always insisted that he is a mixed race... Our agreement is still valid. As long as you help me undo the curse, I We must keep Yang Ge."

Marciana smiled, "Why didn't you tell me first, how did you get cursed?"

Umbridge's eyes widened, and she seemed to be trying to control her tongue, but the words kept coming out of her mouth: "I wanted to get Alastor Moody's magic eye, so I secretly went to dig him Tomb. Didn’t expect so many protective spells and curses to be placed on his coffin, vicious curses! Several! I can’t stop vomiting like this and can’t control my tongue because of those damn curses!!”

Harry couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't imagine that there were such greedy and vicious people in the world who would desecrate the grave of a fighting hero for their own selfish desires.Even Hermione gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "You deserve it!"

Marciana smiled and said, "You still remember our agreement... I lied to you. It is impossible to undo the curse for you. After all, I cast this curse."

Umbridge's eyes widened.Marciana continued: "How could you think... that I know Alastor's magic eye is precious, and I would bury it with him without any protection?"

Harry noticed that Marciana was smiling, but there were tears in her eyes.

"He died protecting someone like you, but you only want his magic eye."

"The magic eye is so rare, it would be a waste to rot in a coffin with him!" Umbridge screamed, "Besides! It should be regarded as the property of the Ministry of Magic. I am the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic. What's wrong!"

"Sophistry!" Marciana snapped, "The magic eye is obviously a gift from Dumbledore to Alastor, it is an alchemy product that Dumbledore asked Nicole Flamel to make himself, and it has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic !"

"Then what does it matter to you! Who are you?" Umbridge said quickly, "Moody has never been married and has no children in his life, so what if I take it? Even Dumbledore is dead." Now, is there anyone else who can give him a head start?!"

"You're wrong! We won't let you go!" Harry took a step forward angrily, but Marciana had already grabbed Umbridge by the collar and pushed her against the wall, a sharp sword fell on her The right hand was molded against Umbridge's neck.

"He's not childless." Marciana's voice trembled, her eyes were red.Umbridge looked at the coldly shining blade, his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron watched her breathlessly.For a moment they really thought Umbridge was going to splatter the spot, but Marciana took a few deep breaths and let Umbridge go.She pointed at Umbridge with the tip of her sword, looked back at Hermione and Lilian, who were covering their mouths and looked at her, and then at the Pink Witch who was limp on the ground: "Damn out!"

A red light shot from the tip of the sword, and Umbridge passed out completely.The silver liquid faded away, and Marciana held the blackthorn wand again with her right hand.She took Umbridge's wand from her hand and tossed it to Lillian: "Follow us. We retreat!"

As she spoke, she nodded to Harry, and the two raised their wands together and shouted, "Call God to protect you!"

A red deer and a stag leaped into the room at the same time, and for a moment the four bright patron saints turned the room silver.Harry was amazed at the similarity between the two Patronuses, but upon closer inspection there were differences.Marciana's patron saint has sharp seven-pronged horns, as tall as a steed.

Harry couldn't help but think of folklore, red deer can be ridden by druids, they are extremely strong and spiritual creatures.

The dementors in the room encountered so many natural enemies and fled desperately outside, followed by the four patron saints.Marciana pulled Lilian up and ran outside.Passing the wizards waiting on the benches, Harry said loudly, "It's now decided, you all go home and hide with your families. Go abroad if you can, away from the Ministry of Magic. This is— — er — new official position.”

Marciana said coldly, "There is no official position. If you don't want to enter Azkaban, run away with us, go home and hide, and don't come back until the mysterious man falls."

The wizards looked at each other, and the witch who distributed the shawl to Lilian was the first to stand up.

"Okay, let's go! What are you waiting for!"

Harry looked around at the wizards who stood up one after another: "Who has a wand?"

About half raised their hands.

"Who doesn't have a wand but is good at dueling?" Marciana asked, and a few people raised their hands sporadically.Marciana gave them the three confiscated wands.

"Follow me if you don't have a wand." Marciana said calmly, "Whoever has a wand, take a wand and follow me out!"

They rushed to the elevators, crowding the two elevators, which slowly ascended to the eighth-floor lobby.As soon as they got to the Great Hall, they knew they had been spotted - yes, the four Patronuses were chasing the Dementors and running wildly, no one noticed anything wrong - there were a lot of people in the Great Hall now, a lot of Ministry of Magic staff walking around Go, start closing the fireplace.

"What?" said Hermione anxiously.

The wizards who followed them were stunned to find that the short and fat cleaner rushed out at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. With a flick of his wand, two staff members who hadn't had time to close the fireplace flew away, and stopped the two workers. In front of the fireplace.

"Moticolo!" exclaimed one of the staff members in surprise. "What's going on?"

"Aren't you going?" Harry yelled, as the dozen or so wizards behind them scrambled towards the fireplace.

"Hutton! Morticolo! Flanagan! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Several people in navy blue robes seemed to reach out to stop those wizards, but they saw Muggle-born Yang Ge, a colleague of the wizard who ran for his life in a panic.They froze for a moment, and withdrew their outstretched hands.In this moment of hesitation, most of the wizards on trial got into the fireplace and escaped from the Ministry of Magic.

Just when Lilian was about to get into the fireplace, a sharp red light suddenly shot towards her.With a wave of Marciana's wand, a magic shield stood in front of Lilian and Harry, blocking several spells.

Hermione shoved Lilian with one hand and pulled Ron with the other into the fireplace vigilantly.Harry drew his wand to fight back, but Marciana kicked him into the fireplace.

"Travers!" Marciana laughed, a flaming whip came out of the wand and lashed at his neck, Travers fell to the ground.

"It's you!" Another Death Eater stared at the fire whip, suddenly showing a look of understanding, but before he could warn, he was also hit by a red light and fell unconscious.

Marciana plunged into the fireplace, slid down a short chute, and rolled out of an alley.As soon as she landed, she turned around and pointed at the ground and recited a mantra. The ground bent and undulated like waves. The walls on both sides of the alley collapsed, and the ground rose, completely blocking the exit.She looked back to find Harry, Ron and Hermione were still holding Lilian and staring at her dumbfounded, but the other wizards had disappeared without a trace.Marciana picked up Ron with one hand and Harry with the other, and turned to Hermione and said, "You take Lilian to Apparate, wherever you want, I'll find you later."

Hermione nodded, pulled Lilian up, turned around and disappeared.Marciana grabbed Ron Harry and turned around, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of No. 12, Grimmauld Place.The three of them hurried into the hall, just in time to meet Sirius who was yawning and coming downstairs.

"Morning Harry, Ron, why do you look so weird?" Sirius said in a daze.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and found that the effect of the Polyjuice Potion had expired, and the two were slowly changing back to their original appearance.

Harry scratched his hair: "Uh...it's okay...maybe a little edema."

"Who are you?!" Sirius took out his wand from the pocket of his nightgown and pointed at Marciana, who still looked like a pudgy wizard, loudly, vigilantly, "How did you get in here?"

Harry hurried to stop Sirius: "It's okay, it's okay, that's Martha...she took us out for a walk, to relax..."

Marciana spread her hands, turned and walked out, apparating with a snap.

One minute later, Marciana found her and Lilian on a bench in a dilapidated park based on the message Hermione sent her with the ring. "Let's go, we'll take you home." Marciana asked Lilian's home address, and Apparation took her downstairs to her apartment, "After you get home, explain everything to your parents, move, it's best to leave the UK , don’t go back to Hogwarts in September.”

Lilian raised her head and glanced at her timidly, "Can't...can go back again?"

Marciana sighed, stopped and said softly: "No, as long as you hear the news of the mysterious man's downfall, you can come back. I think that the professors of Hogwarts will also try to contact the students who have taken refuge in various places. of."

She bent down to look at Lilian, smiled and said, "You must come back when the time comes."

Lilian lowered her eyes and nodded: "My...my wand was, taken away by them."

"Lilian." Marciana said calmly, "Look at me, listen to me." Lilian raised her face and looked anxiously at the ordinary face in front of her.

"Lilian Limbaugh, you are a witch. Do you understand?" Marciana smiled slightly, "It means you have power. This power is inherent, and no one can take it away. Yours, yours The magic power belongs to you, Lillian Limbaugh."

She reinserted her wand in the sleeves and spread her stubby-fingered hands.Without using a wand or chanting a spell, a blue flame ignited in each of her left and right palms: "They can take your wand, but they can't take your power."

Lilian was surprised to see the wizard's squinted eyes, which were reflected blue by the flames. She was even more surprised to find that the wizard's figure began to grow taller, his beer belly became smaller, and thick black hair protruded from his head.

"You, you are..." Lilian stammered.

"Go back quickly. Go back to your parents and take them away." The wizard, who had become a little weird, shoved Umbridge's wand into her hand, "Don't use spells in England - don't forget You still have traces on you." He finally smiled at the little witch, "I promise, you don't need to hide for long."

The author has something to say: Travers: Why the hell is it always me?Can you not be beaten out as soon as you come out? !

Anyone else remember the stuttering first year Hufflepuff?

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