[HP] Noble

"Run!" Scorpius heard Sirius yell, and the shelves shook dangerously, and more crystal balls fell from them.Scorpius turned around, took out a talisman and slapped a Death Eater on the forehead who was rushing over to hug him from behind: "Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang use the law, fix it!"

The Death Eater stood on the spot in a half-flutter position as if a perfect calming spell had been used, one foot dangling in mid-air.Scorpius gave way, and then saw without mercy that a shelf was pressing the unknown Death Eater under it, and a small pool of blood spilled from under the cabinet covered with messy crystal ball shards.

He deftly jumped over the fallen cabinets one after another, thanks to Merlin, Lucius Malfoy still stood out so conspicuously in the crowd.At this moment, he and George Weasley were pretending to attack each other—neither of them could attack the other, and the most dangerous one was just a blasting spell that exploded at George's feet, making a There was quite a noise.

Scorpius thought for a while, and took out a small bottle of potion from his waist. The words "Invisibility Potion" were written on the potion in a familiar font. Without hesitation, he bit off the cork and looked up. His head drank, and almost ten seconds later, he felt his fingers disappear.

Scorpius jumped over a Death Eater whose face was covered in blisters and fell unconscious on the ground, and slid over to Lucius: "Where's Ginny Weasley?"

Lucius was obviously not surprised by the voices that appeared out of nowhere, without even shaking his eyebrows, he twisted his waist slightly by avoiding George's tripping spell: "Disaster Management Department, third floor, be careful in everything."

"I think you have something to say?"

"No more." Lucius Malfoy said calmly, "Only you can go in there."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." Lucius ended their conversation with a dodge.

Scorpius frowned and wanted to ask again, but after thinking about it, he really couldn't delay too much now, he turned around and moved towards the door as fast as he could, and vaguely heard Lucius say, "There will be no danger, the target is not Words such as "she", when he passed through his door again, he clearly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from outside, and at this moment, the worms of the letter Gu worm circled and landed firmly on the ground again. on his shoulder.

Scorpius saw his father and grandfather rushing forward, the grandfather clutching a handful of colorful talismans, as if preparing to drown the people in the house with them.

He turned his body slightly, and waited for everyone to pass him by and cross the threshold before rushing out.

Compared with the chaotic spells and screams inside the house, the outside seemed eerily quiet.With a strange creaking sound, the old elevator returned to this floor, the elevator door opened, and there was no one in it.Scorpius rushed in, waited for the elevator doors to close slowly, panted heavily and pressed the button for the third floor several times.

The elevator creaked and groaned and began to move again. In the subtle weightlessness, Scorpius wanted to say something for a moment, to see if Draco was here.

Although he knew, Draco didn't follow.

There is no one here.

The distance from the ninth floor to the third floor seems to have taken as long as a century.The third-year Slytherin stood in the elevator, trying to figure out why "only he can enter", he clenched the wand in his hand, it became slippery with sweat, Scorpius changed his hand, and the palm was Wiping his robes, he returned his wand to his original hand—and when the sequence was complete, he found sadly that he was too nervous to think.

With a ding, the elevator arrived.

The door slowly opened in front of Scorpius, and the sight in front of him made his heart tighten - there was no doubt that something very bad had happened here.

The vases in the corridor were broken all over the floor, and the portraits in the photo frames were all gone, leaving only the bare photo frames.Beside the corner, the corpses of several Ministry of Magic staff hadn't even had time to move away. They were lying scattered in the aisle of the corridor, some of them were still holding their wands tightly in their hands, and every face would be terrified Or the pain freezes in the last moment of their lives.

Black vines broke through the cold floor tiles of the Ministry of Magic and grew. They entwined tightly around the limbs of the corpses. The tiny vines stretched and wriggled, poking into their facial features as if alive. Scorpius stepped forward. He took a step, then froze, he lowered his head, numbly and stiffly moved his feet away from the pool of blood without saying a word.

Although he now wanted to find a place to freak out or scream, but because of the situation, he closed his eyes and forced himself to maintain the necessary calm.

If I can get out of here alive, I'll apply to Dumbledore for a psychiatrist—for Merlin's sake, I'm still a minor!Scorpius took out a few talismans, held them between his fingertips and waved them lightly, and the talismans ignited: "Zhu Rongying me, Vulcan uses the law to punish demons and subdue demons, go!"

The talismans burned, and quickly scattered in all directions. They scattered on each corpse, and with a violent sound, the huge flames burned the corpses and those terrible plants together!At this time, the plants unexpectedly made a creepy sound-like a woman or a baby crying. They twisted and retracted the vines to escape, but they could only be burned to ashes by the bright flames.

This scene seemed so familiar, at that moment, Scorpius rang Barty Crouch by the Hogwarts lake in the second year.

That's how he died.

Vines... black magic...

German.

His head began to ache violently, suppressing the buzzing in his ears, the third-year Slytherin stepped lightly, and walked towards the door not far away.The door didn't close, instead, it opened in the middle, just wide enough for a person to pass through—someone who happened to be Scorpius' stature, for example.

That was the path reserved for him by the people in the house.

Scorpius passed through the gate without a sound, but everything in the house stopped him.

Before coming to the Ministry of Magic, he had read the profiles of various departments in the relevant introduction magazines of the Ministry of Magic. In the pictures of the magazine, the Natural Disaster Management Department was in a mess, the desk was full of materials, and there was an interesting one on the wall. A map with ocean currents flowing according to the current season.There are globes that rotate slowly, and paper airplanes that fly around and fold randomly to convey information. Several disaster forecasters are buried in their seats and are working hard.

Now, however, Scorpius could barely recognize where it was.

All desks, maps, and documents disappeared.

The room is empty, with a soft and gorgeous carpet on the floor, facing the door is a step, on the step is a large and gorgeous chair, like a king's throne, next to the chair there are layers of hanging flowers. The huge hangings that descend from the ceiling, they look luxurious and heavy, surround the central chair.

A person is sitting on a chair.

She is clearly a female and appears to have passed out.She was wearing a new purple robe, and she was not bound by imagination. Her hands were naturally resting on the armrests of the chair, her legs were slightly tilted vertically, her head was lowered listlessly, and her fiery red hair was hanging down like a curtain. Down, blocking her face, only the tips of her hair trembling slightly because of her even breathing proved her life.

Ginny Weasley.

Scorpius noticed the door closing softly behind him.

"The Dark Lord promised me you would come."

A familiar male voice sounded from the darkness.

Scorpius looked around, but couldn't find where the speaker was.Immediately afterwards, a series of long and complicated chants sounded in the darkness. The chanting of the spell lasted for nearly half a minute. A beam of silver-like gentle light shot out from the back of Ginny's back, and the whole beam of light enveloped Scott. It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on the head, and the cold liquid seemed to cover the whole body. Immediately, Scorpius quickly discovered the usefulness of this strange spell—such as disabling the invisibility potion in advance.

Scorpius raised his head and saw a voice coming out from behind the curtain unhurriedly.

The side of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly.It can only be vaguely observed that this person is not tall, and even looks relatively immature and thin.With graceful steps that didn't match his age, this man came to Ginny Weasley's side, humming an unknown song.He smiled flirtatiously, and casually lifted the Gryffindor girl's chin with one long fingertip. At this moment, Ginny's pale face was completely exposed to the light.

She was still unconscious, but she could clearly see the wet tears.

"The will is so strong that it's almost uncontrollable." The smile in the man's words became more obvious. He snorted softly, and withdrew his hand in disgust, and Ginny's head drooped powerlessly again.

"That nasty horse man found something wrong and tried to give the little girl some hints - so bad I almost thought I was going to fail at that point and... personally, I don't really believe in the British idea of ​​soul separation His technology will be better than ours—" he chuckled, "but against a little girl, a... locket is obviously enough."

The figure paused, and then turned around gracefully as if dancing, and now, he was completely exposed to the light.

His pupils dilated slightly because of surprise, and for a moment, Scorpius thought of many things, beside the long table in the auditorium, on the sofa in the common room, beside the cauldron in the potions classroom, in the astronomy classroom... beside Firenze's corpse .

Draco said, "Stay away from him, boy."

And repeated again and again.

Draco was right.

At least the facts show that--

If Rachel Dearbrest was an innocent and good man, he shouldn't be here tonight.