[SSHP] End of life

Harry watched the game absently.Cheers and boos rose up and down around him, so loud it was like a million trolls roaring all at once under one dome.Ireland won.

The twins and Ron happily took their prize money from Bagman, and Ron immediately grabbed a handful of Galleons from his bag and handed them to Harry.Hermione smiled sweetly as she accepted the bonus.Bagman's round belly looked like it was about to deflate as Harry took over his own prize money from the Sports Director.

Harry had no sympathy for Bagman.The director of the sports department was more like a shrewd businessman. Although he suffered a lot from them, Harry clearly saw that there were more gold coins in his bag.He was far from losing his own pants.

Everyone laughed and walked into the tent.Partly because of the windfall, partly because of the good game.After Ginny dozed off and knocked over her cup of hot chocolate, Mr. Weasley finally decided to send everyone to bed.The girls got into their little tents and all climbed to their bunks.Harry slept in Ron's top bunk, and he lay on the bed, staring at the canvas ceiling of the tent, and occasionally a leprechaun with a lantern flew over it, passing a flash of light.The singing and strange banging from the other side of the camp continued for a long time, and gradually died down, until late at night, all was quiet.

Harry rolled over and hugged his head.His conscience condemned him again.He thought about sneaking out of the tent now and warning the Muggle family to run for their lives.He fiddled with his wand guard repeatedly.After a while, there seemed to be a strange sound in the silence.

There were screams from far and near, mixed with the dull puffing sound like fireworks spraying out of a paper tube for a moment, followed by the sound of many people running.Harry jumped out of bed, opened the curtains and ran out of the tent. He saw some tents in the distance being set on fire, and the flames shot out of the tent roofs, like a balloon bursting suddenly, which was the source of the dull sound he heard.In the blinding red and white light against the dark background, Harry saw in the distance several writhing objects suspended in the air - four people, a family of Muggles.As they got closer, Harry saw below them two rows of wizards marching neatly, wearing silver masks and cloaks, with their wands raised to the sky with their right hands.

A lot of wizards started running out of the tents.Some ran away screaming, some joined them laughing.The team continued to grow, wizards wore strange Muggle costumes, sang and danced, and held wine bottles. Some wizards began to cast spells and set fire to many tents.Silent black-robed wizards, various crowds, loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts, all moved towards him.

"You've had too much to drink—" Harry growled before realizing what he was doing.Grabbing him from behind was Mr. Weasley, grabbing Harry's arm with one hand while he hurriedly pulled on his trousers with the other. Jumped a few times, "Harry, you go first! Go into the woods, don't disperse! I have to help the Ministry maintain order—"

Bill and Charlie ran out, followed by Percy.Their sleeves were rolled up, they held wands, and looked very conscious.Hermione and Ginny pulled on coats over their pajamas and ran to Harry. George and Fred looked serious. They each grabbed a girl by the arm and dragged them towards the woods.

Harry and Ron followed closely behind.Many dark shadows also followed them in the woods, people all around, Harry's fingers tightly clasped his wand, and he tried his best to resist the urge to put his armor on himself.The experience of the past year still had an indelible impact on him-he was no longer used to having strangers so close to him.

While moving, Ron fell once.As Harry pulled him to his feet, there was a huge explosion in the camp area, sending green light into the sky.With the help of the light, they found that they were slightly away from the densest place of the crowd. George and Hermione stopped one step directly in front of them, and Draco Malfoy was leaning against a tree on their left.

Harry noticed Malfoy before Ron.Malfoy stood by the tree, his pale gray eyes gleaming in the green light.He and Harry looked at each other for a few seconds, their thin lips twisted into a mocking arc: "I advise you to run away quickly. If you don't want her to be found."

George noticed Malfoy too.He glanced at Hermione, as Malfoy visibly jerked his jaw at Hermione.

"Mr. Weasley told us to leave quickly," said Harry. "Aren't you going?"

"Where's your father? Where's your mother? They left you alone?" Ron said sarcastically, "How could little Malfoy, who calls Dad every day, be left alone in the woods? They don't worry about you crying? Is it because they don't have time for you, because they're all in those black cloaks?"

Death Eater is a very serious, very disrespectful accusation.But Malfoy didn't seem to care at all, and neither did Harry.He knew full well that maybe Lucius Malfoy was really in those black cloaks, as was Narcissa Malfoy.What is little Malfoy doing here?Is he waiting for his parents?He didn't look nervous at all.

"Even if they were in there, would I tell you, red-haired pauper?" Malfoy glanced at Hermione, pale as his gray eyes were illuminated by the second burst of green light in the camp. A grim grin appeared on his face: "Put down that big shaggy head of yours, Granger. Some wizards don't recognize Mudbloods."

Ron stepped forward, as if he wanted to fight Malfoy right here.George hurriedly stopped him, gave Malfoy a hard look, and beckoned Harry and Ron to go forward together, looking for Fred and Ginny who had disappeared.Ron cursed angrily and followed George as he staggered on in the dark.Harry stood there for a few seconds.

"What, Potter?" said Malfoy lazily. "Wanna fight me? Or can't you wait to see Granger hang from the sky and show her panties?"

"Okay, Malfoy. You're telling us to hide." Harry answered him impatiently. "You know what those people do, they humiliate Muggles, they're hostile to non-pure-blood wizards, and if they see Her Min, Hermione is in danger of being attacked—are they under You-Know-Who? Who are they? Has You-Know-Who returned? How are these people connected?"

There was a bang, and a group of people screamed.Malfoy laughed softly. "These people are too easily spooked, aren't they? I suppose you were going to hide like a dog with them. Run, Potter—you're going to lose your red-haired master soon."

"Only dogs can't speak human language well, Malfoy!" Harry gave Malfoy a hard look, turned around, lit his wand, and chased in Ron's direction.There were already many people lighting their wands around, and in such chaos, the Ministry of Magic had no spare power to track down all wizards under the age of 17.

Harry passed a group of goblins drowning in gold coins, past a group of wizards bragging about their veela attention, and caught up to Ron, Hermione, and George in the middle of the woods.He saw Winky stumbling past him into another clump of trees.George stopped, and there were only a few of them in this forest.There was a faint shout in the distance, and the flickering fire in the camp area could still be seen sporadically through the gaps between the trees. "A group of terror-makers and a group of drunks... just wait here." George said, pressing He frowned tightly.

As soon as the words fell, Ludo Bagman came out from behind a tree in front of them, his clothes were messy, his face was no longer flushed, but full of tension. "You're here—" he gasped to George, waving the young wizards to put down their wands aimed at him, "take them here and wait. I met your father, and the Ministry of Magic is approaching the group of kidnapped Ma Gua's person is struggling...wait here, I will tell him to come to you." As soon as he finished speaking, he disapparated with a snap.

"There's a small open space over there." George lit his wand and swept the light from the tip of the wand around. "Let's go there and wait. Fred and Ginny will be fine."

Harry nodded.He walked toward the clearing with Ron, listening carefully for anyone to materialize near them.His wand had always been in his hand, hadn't been lost, and presumably no one would suddenly appear and snatch it from him.Then next -

"Where's my wand?" said Ron suddenly, his hands fumbling wildly in all his own pockets.

Harry's heart sank suddenly.He stopped and looked back at Ron.

"Did you fall in the tent?" said Hermione, who had just sat down on the hay and stood up again.

"No," said Ron. "I was thinking of using it to look at the road when I was on the road... It was still in the wand holder in my right hand at the time." He stopped talking.

The four turned their heads to one side at the same time.In the jungle not far away, it seemed that someone was walking towards them with deep and shallow feet, and the sound of footsteps stopped in the bushes opposite them.

George made a silent gesture.Harry had never seen him so serious before. "Who?" he snapped, raising his wand.

A gasp was his answer. "Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled, and his voice was overlaid with a low, panting voice, which was low but remarkably clear: "The bones reappear!"

A huge green glowing thing flew over the treetops and hung over the forest, illuminating the ground.There was a pop.Harry's spell hit a tree with a red glow, bouncing off into the darkness.There were screams all around, and Harry realized that many people were closer to them than he thought.The green skull logo flashed above their heads, a snake's tongue protruding from the hollow of its mouth. More than 20 explosions formed a circle, "Stunned!" The twentieth chorus sounded from the sides of the four people, and the red light flew around them.

"Stop...stop! That's my son!" Mr. Weasley's exasperated voice sounded in the darkness, and there was a sound of footsteps, he came out of the woods, "Harry, Hermione, are you all alright?" ?”

"He's gone!" cried Harry frantically. "There he is! He was there!" His finger pointed at the otherwise dark patch of trees.

"Calm down, Calm down, Harry. This is Harry Potter - poor boy, he's frightened," Mr Weasley called out to those around him.Most of the twenty or so Ministry of Magic officials had already put down their wands, and the few others also put down their hands when they heard Harry's name.

The bushes shook a few times, and a person emerged from the bushes.Mr. Weasley pressed Harry's wand-raised hand.The man came up to them in a few steps. It was Amos Diggory.He held a comatose elf in his arms.

There was a snap.A man Apparates in front of them, it's Bagman, and he's back.He said wearily: "The group of people in black all ran away without catching any of them. Fortunately, the Muggle family is all right. It's just that they were frightened, and we had to use the Oblivion Charm a little more... ...I'm afraid they'll be confused for a while."

There was another snap.Barty Crouch appeared before them.He stared lividly at the elf who had been awakened by Amos.A Ministry of Magic official she didn't know was pressing her. She was holding a wand in her hand just now, and now the wand was in the hand of the Ministry of Magic official, pointing at her big nose.Her eyes were full of tears.

"Flashback!" yelled Mr. Diggory, pointing his own wand at that one.Everyone saw a horrible, snake-breathing skeleton emerging from where the two wands met, but it was just the shadow of the green skeleton above their heads.It seemed to be made of thick gray smoke, a magical ghost.

"Vanished!" said Mr. Diggory in a bad tone, and the skeleton of smoke disappeared in a wisp of smoke.At the same time, Ron yelled in surprise, "This wand is mine!"

Harry stared at the wand in horror.Even if he had control of his own wand, someone would lose it.The Death Eaters were still able to escape.The Muggles survived anyway.Perhaps the dangers of manipulating time are false, and history must be true.If no amount of precautions he took could change the direction of events, it probably meant that no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, Sirius would still have to die.Dumbledore, Cedric, Neville, Seamus, Moody, Fred, Lupine, Snape - still had to die.

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Finally, the little dragon can be pulled out.Waiting for him for a long time, laugh.