[HP Twins] Death Brothers

"George, listen to me." Mrs. Weasley cried and clutched his hand.

"Mom, what's the matter?" George still had a bandage on his head, and his ears were buzzing, mixed with the sounds of crying and fighting.

With red eyes, Mrs. Weasley took George's hand and led him in one direction, every step was heavy.

Hogwarts has never been so chaotic, with ruins everywhere and a mess.Percy was kneeling in front of a man with his head bowed behind a pile of rubble, and Ron was sobbing with his shoulders slumped.

George found himself trembling and unable to walk, and he asked again: "Mom, what happened?" His voice was so broken that he could hardly connect.

Mrs. Weasley choked up and clutched his hand, feeling a little unsteady herself.

George trembled so much when he saw a red-haired man lying there on the ground that he nearly fell to the ground beside his twin brother, Fred.At this time, Fred looked at the roof with empty eyes, and there was still a smile on his face.

"Fred." George called weakly, but failed to wake the people on the ground.

"No!" He yelled and collapsed, shaking Fred's shoulders with both hands, but the man would never wake up again, Fred's body gradually lost temperature, and a chill rose from the bottom of George's heart, My heart was throbbing, and a piece was missing from now on.

***

Death Realm, inside the broken warehouse.

George, who was pretending to be happy, disappeared, and the magic rioted, and the restless magic circled around George. The red hair was flying in the magic storm, and the broken wall was blown creakingly, as if it would collapse in the next second.

I don't know when George's face was full of tears, his face was pale, and he seemed to be repeating something in his mouth.

"Exactly the same, yes, we are different."

Anyone looking at George now would not recognize him as one of the Weasley twins, they were different, he was different from Fred.

Randall was shocked to the side by George's magic power, and watched with wide eyes that the rope on George's body was shattered by the magic power. He picked up the pocket watch and planned to escape, and the pocket watch flew into George's hand in the next second.

George's eyes were covered by red hair, and his eyes could not be seen clearly. There was a bitter smile on his mouth, "Mr. Randall, don't you want to store my pain? Why do you want to escape? I am very —often—pain—suffer—.”

The injured lion opened its mouth, desperate and crazy.

Randall was terrified. The wizard he saw last time was not like this. Is this the power of the wizard?

"So tell me, how do you find the dead?" George asked.

Randall didn't know who George was referring to as Fred Weasley?It's too big here, but there is one place that the undead know they will go to, and that is the 'bazaar'.

***

In Dean Slantering's office with the fireplace burning, there was a burst of magical power in front of him, and a metal letter G suddenly appeared in the air. Snape suppressed the urge to give this broken "speaker" a blasting spell, disgusted. He held the vertical pole with his hand.

"Professor, can you hear me? Professor, this is George."

A horn suddenly protruded from the upper and lower parts of the letter G, and George's voice came from the upper horn. He was shouting at the top of his voice. The sound was very energetic, and people would not know his previous gaffe at all.

"Oh, George Weasley, did that troll of yours get kicked in the head by that fake wizard? Don't repeat what is taken for granted, who else would use this broken trumpet but you?" Snape sarcastically, thinking But secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"It seems to be audible," George ignored Snape's sarcasm, "Randall said he would take me to a place called the Bazaar, and I think you would be willing to go there too, but there are some problems now."

"..."

There was a moment of silence over the speakerphone, Snape was always so uncooperative.George imagined that Snape must have rolled his eyes at himself, so he could only continue his own words: "Randall has a pocket watch that can go to some fixed coordinate points, I don't know if he is lying, I think I It's where the office is right now, but can you open the door? I can't see the office."

Snape frowned and opened the door, but there was nothing outside.

"Professor, did you open the door?" George asked.

Snape thought of the display time just now, and realized that the resurrection stone was now on George's body, "Have you used the display time?"

Upon hearing this, George flicked his wand, and a string of numbers appeared in front of his eyes. October 1998, 10 at 9:14.It's nothing special, time is always fixed.He replied, "Still the same."

Only to hear Snape was silent for a while, he said: "My current time is 16:00 of the day."

George holding the resurrection stone is fixed at a different point in time, which means that their time has diverged.

George on the other end of the speaker was not depressed, but said happily: "It seems that my invention is really good, and I can talk through time."

George told Snape what Randall had told him about the fair, "Maybe I can ask if anyone has seen Fred there, maybe he's there, running Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes Death Domain branch."

George's optimistic ridicule made Snape silent for a while, and this unrealistic fantasy also ignited the gloomy and depressed man, "George Weasley, if, I mean, if you meet other undead, ask me Ask, have you ever seen a red-haired woman named Lily, she has a pair of emerald green eyes, she...is Potter's mother," Snape said.

Lily Potter, Harry's mother?George suppressed the doubts in his heart and agreed to Snape's request, because he knew that Snape's request came from his heart, and he was as sad as himself.

"Professor, I used your magic power for experiments when making this alchemy, so I can contact you anytime in one direction, and now I leave you a speaker, and you know the last potion left on the resurrection stone , through that you can lock me too."

After they said goodbye to each other, they put away the speakerphone, and at the end Snape told George to be careful, which really took George by surprise for a while.

And Randall, who was firmly tied up beside him, listened with his ears upright, but found that George was standing in front of him talking, but he couldn't hear anything.

It turned out that George cast a Silencing Charm and Confusion Charm around himself earlier, after he waved his wand to dispel these spells, he looked at Randall, "How long have you been dead?"

Landleton kept his face straight, his appearance was in his thirties, but the domain of death cannot be judged by his appearance, "This is not a polite question, but I can tell you, decades, why do you still want to Ask me about my life? Little guy, it’s not very popular to ask about the life of an undead.”

George shrugged, "Come on, Grandpa Randall, I'm more interested in the 'bazaar', why don't you make it clear once? How to get there?"

Randall looked at his pocket watch in George's hand unhappily, "Don't mess around." He warned, which only provoked George to explore the pocket watch more.

He had no choice but to report a bunch of numbers, "Minute ticks once, second hand ticks twice, minute ticks twice, second hand ticks four times, minute ticks three gorges, second hand ticks five times, minute ticks twice, second hand ticks once, minute hand ticks Move it once, the second hand once, the minute hand twice, the second hand once, and then the hour hand will move to twelve o'clock, but please wait a moment." Randall jumped a few steps, showing that he was bound firmly Hands and feet, "Can you untie the rope for me? There will be a lot of people in the meeting, and I don't want others to see me being stolen... tied up. Oh, my God, that's too embarrassing, at least give me a mask."

George glanced at Randall and set the clock to twelve o'clock.

Teleportation again, still without any discomfort, the dizziness without the Portkey is much better than Apparition.But the empty scene in front of him is not like what Randall said, this is a market, an eternal market, always crowded with people.

"Oh, my God, don't look at me." Randall yelled with his eyes closed.

There is the shadow of a market here, and the broken stalls are randomly thrown on the side of the street. Yes, there is a street here, and there are two rows of houses on both sides of the street, which reminds him of the dilapidated Diagon Alley during the war.

Randall heard that the surroundings were extremely quiet, opened his eyes, and exclaimed when he saw such a depressed scene, "Where did they all go? It looks like no one has been here for hundreds of years."

No one has been here for hundreds of years?George frowned, and cast the "show time" charm from his wand.

1998年10月9日14：08

Unfortunately, time remains the same.With his time fixed at one point, which allowed him to move only laterally across the continent, George frowned and dragged Randall through the fairgrounds.I hoped to find one or two undead, but found nothing.

Randall was dragged impatiently, and looked at George's back curiously and asked, "Oh, what was your magic just now? Is that the time? Is it 1998 now?"

George stopped and was bumped by Randall behind him. He looked back at him, "You are not from the magic world, why do you use magic?"

Showing the time, this is such a common magic, and Randall didn't even know it, damn it he was still wearing a wizard robe.George took a closer look at Randall this time. He was an ordinary man in his early thirties, with short brown hair, ordinary brown eyes, and ordinary facial features. When people glanced at him, they would forget his appearance when they turned around.

"Who was 'that person' you said earlier? Let you find me and the professor's place."

Randall smiled, "Let me go, and I'll tell you."

George smiled back. "I'm sorry, maybe your brain is willing to tell me itself."

***

"Do you really want to do this? That would be so pleasing." The Viking laughed.

"It's so funny, he can't die." The speaker's hair seemed to be blown open.

And the person being talked about is lying on the ground weak and dying, but he has already died and cannot die again.

They cut off the person's limbs and wait and watch the hands and feet grow back, even though the process may take ten, twenty, or even a hundred years.

Coordinate positioning, "whoosh" all of a sudden, to 100 years later.

"Look, why hasn't he turned into stone yet." It was a burly man with a protruding forehead who spoke.

"Haha, he's a wizard, why didn't we think of that." said the Viking boss Black Barrel.

The author has something to say: please leave a message