Platinum warm sun

【ten】

"Why did you bring us here?" Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and held it warily in his hand.Ron behind him reacted and took out his wand as well.

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and noticed something was wrong.

"Take out your wand and follow me." Draco, who was also holding a wand, winked at Goyle.

"Okay, children, relax." The hem of the black wizard's robe fluttered slightly as the woman walked.Scarty led Harry and his party into a spacious but dark office. "I just came to tell you something.

Draco snorted, "Perhaps you can tell us what we must go to the Ministry of Magic for."

Scarty didn't respond to Draco's sarcastic question, and sat in the swivel leather chair in front of the fireplace.Behind, the gray curtain fluttered gently with the artificial wind in the Ministry of Magic underground.With a wave of the magic wand, six chairs appeared neatly in front of the desk.

"sit."

Ron and Goyle sat down first, and the rest of them looked at each other and sat on the side hesitantly, but they still looked like they could bounce up from their chairs at the slightest sign of trouble.

"I know that all of you are very good wizards. I want to know your views on the invasion of Hogwarts by the remnants of the dark arts a few days ago. After all—" Scarlett elongated meaningfully The tone, "The enchantment of Hogwarts cannot be dispelled by a random wizard. Even last year, when the mysterious man was still there, there were people in Hogwarts who responded—oh, Malfoy, boy, I Nothing against you, just a matter of fact - Hogwarts' barrier was broken. You know, after the war, Hogwarts' barrier has been strengthened a lot, even stronger than when Dumbledore was still there Powerful. So..."

Hermione spoke quickly, "You mean, there are internal agents in the school? That is, friends from the dark wizard forces?"

Scarlett nodded appreciatively, "Very sharp mind, Miss Granger."

Harry narrowed his eyes and seemed to hear something, "Do you know who that is?"

Scarty turned her gaze to Harry, with a faint smile on her lips, "Mr. Potter, you who have the ability to rival Voldemort, how can you not guess who that person is?"

Harry frowned, thought, and boldly analyzed along the line of thought, "First of all, to be able to escape and hide in Hogwarts during last year's war, this person must have a very strong ability, at least a A very powerful wizard. Then, it can only be a senior wizard or a teacher. Secondly, the remnants of the previous two days were obviously organized and purposeful, and the purpose was obviously to test whether Professor McGonagall had Really master the ability of the successor of the Order of the Phoenix. That is to say, this person must have a relationship with the Order of the Phoenix, so it is known that Professor Dumbledore did not clearly designate the next successor of the Order of the Phoenix. And those people did not choose to be the most lax And it can cause more casualties at the Christmas dinner of the three schools, perhaps because—ah, I know, there are people they don’t want to touch at the dinner! This is the most reasonable explanation! So they chose to be in the only When he was a student at Hogwarts. And that person has such an identity but has never been known... Maybe, yes, maybe he just came to Hogwarts not long ago, but he has been using something unknown before. Ways to understand information in Hogwarts! Then that person..."

Harry suddenly stopped, glanced at the crowd in disbelief, lingered on Draco for a few seconds, then turned to Scarty, his green eyes widened, "Professor Brown, could it be..."

Strong personal ability - that person reads advanced spell books every day, and his performance in various classes is almost as perfect as Hermione's. Moreover, that person can summon a patron saint that is stronger than himself.

It has a relationship with the Order of the Phoenix—the book once said that the phoenix is ​​an extremely rare patron saint, and the only person in the world who is known to have the patron saint of the Phoenix is ​​the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.And that person has such a powerful phoenix patron saint, and has been in and out of the principal's office many times...

Unwilling to touch some people in the dinner party of the three schools—that person, whom Krum called "Durmstrang's princess", naturally did not want to hurt Durmstrang's students...

Arriving at Hogwarts for the first time—that person is the only seventh-year transfer student this year...

She is the only possibility.

Anastasia Von Hill.

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it." Sijiadi raised a somewhat treacherous smile, and stopped everyone who was eager to speak, "Actually, there is not the easiest way to prove whether you have ever been a follower of the mysterious person." ?"

Several young wizards cast their gazes at the blond boy sitting on the farthest chair, pursing the corners of his lips.

Dark Mark.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the fireplace behind Scarty, and a piece of paper floated up.There was a crack in the paper, and a voice sounded, "Hogwarts has been attacked twice, and the leader claims to be——Albert Von Hill (Albert Von Hill)"

Albert - nobility, wisdom; Von - a symbol of European noble surnames.The same surname, the same aristocratic name, the probability that the same surname is a coincidence is almost zero.

There is a relationship between the intruder and her, which is self-evident.

Everyone's faces darkened.

The blond boy frowned deeply, clenched his fist with his left hand, and his already pale hand looked even bloodless.He was silently chanting the name in his heart——Albert.

[Al, Al, Draco and I are here! 】

【Al, Draco and I accidentally cut off the twin bouquets... We didn't do it on purpose, so when Mom, Dad and Aunt Xisha came later, Al must speak for the two of us! 】

【Al, Draco and I exchanged twin bouquets and engraved our names on them!Al, don't be envious of Draco haha! 】

[Al, Al...]

Albert, why you?Stacey's dearest, most blood-bound brother...

Your name marks my dear girl with a sinful and unforgivable brand.

Why is that you?Why, at this time?

What's more, haven't you already...

Scarty blinked her eyes, "Children, sometimes your eyes can prove everything." Suddenly she turned around and pointed her wand at the entrance behind her, "Dear Stasi, would you like to ask your dear classmate How about showing off your cute wrist?"

In the shadow of the fireplace light, a wand emerged first from the shadows.Firm, not trembling at all.

Eleven inches of poinciana wood, the core of the phoenix tail feathers.

so familiar.

The magic wand that wins beautiful bonus points for Gryffindor every time in class, the magic wand that the girl hides in her sleeve robe all the time, and the magic wand that she subconsciously waves while reading a book.

Everyone's wands turned in the same direction, pointing at the comer—whether hesitant or not.

The wide-sleeved gown covered the girl's slender but precise hand holding the wand, and the black wizard's robe made the girl's already fair face even paler.The girl's gaze was cold without any warmth, and the magic wand in her hand pointed directly at Scarti.

The girl glanced lightly, and saw everyone pointing at her wand, staying at a certain point for a moment, with a slightly sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, and slowly raised her left hand, which was not holding a wand, and raised it slightly.The black sleeve robe slid down naturally, and the girl slowly lowered her wrist, showing it to everyone.

Everyone's breathing became tight.

The dark yellow fire casts jumping shadows, and the sharp contrast of colors on the white arms makes everyone breathless.

The ferocious skull and the cruelly protruding tongue are clearly the Dark Mark.

The girl's hoarse voice sounded from the dark environment, "In this case, are you satisfied? Scarty..."

The blond boy had a slight throbbing pain in his left chest, and his left hand firmly held the wrist of his right hand, and there were memories in his mind that he would never forget in this life.

That kind of piercing pain, that cool feeling from the bottom of my heart.

My, Stacey...

The author has something to say:

I always thought this chapter had already been published...it turns out it hasn't...puchi

I am unscrupulous... I recently started to update "Last Year"...

Decided to get this one done first... take your time, don't rush