[HP Twins] Death Brothers

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It was still shirts and trousers, but because of the completely different cut and material, Ron always felt that seeing Harry's clothes was not good-looking, "Why are you dressed so beautifully today?" He greeted him.His eyes fell on the gemstone on Harry's collar again, "What is this?"

"From someone important to me." Harry said this, drooping his eyes a little lonely, because Draco always emphasized not to tell others their love.

When Ron heard this, he thought it was a relic of Harry's parents, from the Potter family property he inherited, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Maybe you can move to the Burrow, you know my mother is worried about you living alone, to be honest, I'm not used to it, you see we have been roommates at Hogwarts for so many years, and you don't snore at night , I'm not used to it."

Hearing this, Harry came back to his senses and regained his energy. He smiled and punched Ron, "Hey, brother, you are the one who snores while sleeping, right?"

"Really?" Ron scratched his hair, his face redder than his hair. "By the way, Senard seems to want us to go on patrol in London today. He probably found that the clue of the Knight Bus is broken, and it is a very safe route." Ron winked to express his dissatisfaction.

Harry swallowed his emotions, "Then maybe we can check again? We can't let our Auror Minister down." He pulled himself together, motivated again.

The phantom migrated to the streets of London, and both Harry and Ron put on Muggle clothes. This world was very familiar to Harry, but he felt that he was so out of place.Ron pulled his arm and interrupted his distraction. The two of them are like ordinary young people in London today.

There were people passing by in twos and threes on the street, so indifferent that the Muggles didn't communicate with each other, they seemed to be loyal to regard themselves as passers-by in other people's lives, and were stingy with giving strangers a look.

Turning around a few crowded streets, Harry and Ron stopped in a less crowded street.At this time, a dark cloud floated in the sky, and it seemed that there was going to be a heavy rain, which made the people on the street quicken their pace and walk in a hurry.

"It's going to rain." Ron said, looking at the sky.

Harry nodded, and raised his wand, or Draco's wand, to the street. This was the first time he tried to call the knight bus during the day, although knight (knight) and night (night) were homonyms , but it's not the night bus, it's just that Muggles are used to ignoring him.

With a deafening sound of brakes, a three-story bright purple bus stopped in front of Harry and Ron. Due to the high speed, it seemed that the body was crushed in an instant and returned to its original shape. It just opened suddenly.

"Hi, Harry, long time no see." The conductor Stan Sampak was still wearing his tattered uniform, his hat was askew on top of his head, his face was as dirty as his clothes, and although he was tall, he looked It looks much shorter than it actually is.This young man was once imprisoned in Azkaban because he was considered a Death Eater, and later after the final battle, it was proved that he had been under the Imperius Curse and he was exonerated from the charges.

At this moment, Stan half leaned out of the car, and even after doing so, the hat that seemed to be worn very unstable did not fall off.

Harry nodded politely, and said straight to the point: "I think I need to ask you something."

Stan shook his head. "Get in the car or leave quickly, that's nothing to say, as long as seven silver Siqs each."

Since the young conductor got his job back, he has always been so strict about his work.

Ron said first: "We are performing official duties."

Stan said without fear: "Then you should be a role model for the people, and don't evade fares when you get on the bus."

When he said that, the two had no choice but to get into the car. They really didn't know if they were seen by Muggles after such a delay.

After getting on the bus, everything in the bus was still the same. There was an indescribable smell, as if it was stuffed with socks that had not been washed for hundreds of years. A few regular passengers in the back beds snored and slept in broad daylight. It's sweet.

Stan shrugged, "Where are you going?"

Harry shook his head, "Casual, just a few questions actually."

Stan told Harry and Ron to stand still, and when Ron was about to ask if there were any Death Eaters, Stan spoke first, "I know what you're going to ask, I just had an Auror look for it last week, but My answer is nothing special."

Hearing this, Ron shouted excitedly: "That's it? Return the fourteen silver Siqs to us."

Stan said to the red-haired boy with a flushed face, "Oh, that's the fare for getting on the train. Since you've already got on the train, how can you get a refund?"

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, and said with a smile, "Ron, Aurors usually have some investigation funds for their work, so don't worry."

Having said that, Ron blushed even more: "Really? Why don't I know?"

It's all written in the Auror Charter, of course Ron should know, just forget it.

Now back to the Knight Bus, still with that stench, Stan tried to explain that he didn't know why people said that Death Eaters had appeared along the Knight Bus recently.In fact, the Knight Bus has no fixed route at all, so how can there be such a saying along the route?

Ron knew that the fourteen silver sigrams were given for nothing. He pointed to the row of beds at the back of the bus and planned to use them as sightseeing fees. He asked, "What are those?"

"Beds, pay a little more to get a fixed bed."

Harry introduced it first, which made Stan a little unhappy and took off his broken hat, spinning it boringly in his hand.

"Where are they going?" Ron asked again.

Stan frowned, still playing with his hat in his hand, pursed his lips and suddenly couldn't speak.

Seeing Stan like this, Harry suddenly felt something was wrong, and he walked over to the driver's seat. The driver, Ern Pullan, was still the same, wearing a pair of thick glasses.

"I've heard everything, but I can't give an answer," said Ern.

"So, when did those snoring guests get in the car?" Harry unconsciously lowered his voice.

Ern shook his head: "Well, I don't remember much, but I remember they paid enough for the trip."

Harry knew it was very weird, and Ron continued to walk towards the back of the car. Facing the row of beds, Harry felt more and more weird. The smell was so unpleasant that he felt that he could hardly breathe.

"No, Ron, wait." Harry thought of something, took out his wand, and pointed it in Ron's direction.

"Huh? What did you say?" Ron turned his head and looked in Harry's direction.

A few sudden grunting noises were still coming and going as he thought about it, without any change. Harry held up his wand while approaching Ron with a serious expression on his face.Infected by his emotions, Ron also became nervous. He took out his wand and used a fluorescent light.

There were candles on the bed frame, but in broad daylight, they couldn't even illuminate the bed.

The bunks on the knight bus are taken for granted, which is why the previous batch of Aurors didn't notice anything unusual.

The tip of the wand shone softly. Ron held his breath and approached the person on the nearest bed. The bed was slightly raised, and the person under the quilt was still breathing heavily.

"Sorry to bother you." Ron didn't realize it himself, his voice was trembling.

Harry came to the back of him at this time, looking at the surrounding beds vigilantly, but Stan, the conductor, didn't know what to say for a long time. He curled up and took off his hat, pinching it nervously, and seemed to be in some trouble. In the terrible memory, the expression on his face was mixed with confusion and fear, and he was trembling alone.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to lift your quilt." Ron stretched out his hand and touched the thin quilt, wondering if it really should be lifted.

Even though they were talking like this, everyone around them seemed to have no intention of waking up. The scene couldn't be described as weird anymore.

"Ah!" Ron screamed. As soon as he lifted the corner of the quilt, a cloud of black smoke ran out, rampaging like an animal. After knocking down Ron, Ron hit Harry again, and finally the black smoke Fog hits Stan behind him.

Stan dodged in panic, and the driver, Ern, also noticed something was wrong. He drove the Knight Bus and jumped to an empty place and stopped the car.

As soon as it stopped, the cloud of black air smashed through the glass and escaped from the car without a trace.

Harry just wanted to catch up, but when he saw Ron on the ground, frowning tightly, he noticed that Ron's arm was injured, and blood was pouring out of the wound, as if bitten by some wild animal Now, Harry quickly gave first aid to Ron. As soon as he lowered his head, the similar black air on the other beds behind also escaped from the Knight Bus. Harry only felt the ends of his hair being blown up, and the black air He just ran away without a trace, and he wanted to chase him, but he couldn't worry about Ron.

"Go after me, leave me alone," Ron said to Harry.

Harry shook his head, lowered his head and carefully treated Ron's injuries. He cared more about his friend's safety than tracking down the Death Eaters.

Already terrified, Stan screamed into horrific memories: "I'm not a Death Eater, don't hurt me, I'm not."

Harry watched as Stan fell to the ground with his head in his arms, and Ron's bleeding had stopped, and he was now in a coma, messed up, and it was raining outside the car, making the car a lot darker, as if he still On the morning of the end of the war.

He stood up, wrinkled his nose, and opened the bed. Under the bed was a rotting corpse, with a rotten smell, and the smell of stinky socks that hadn't been washed for hundreds of years just covered up these smells.But this was just the beginning, Harry endured the nausea and lifted the other covers, none of the passengers were spared, and the original snoring sound disappeared.

When Minister Senard in the Auror office was informed and led several others to the Knight's bus, he yelled at Harry for his reckless behavior.

"How can you make your own claims? What if an accident happens?"

"Being an Auror is always accompanied by accidents," Harry said, facing Senard's anger.

"Harry, you don't understand, there's nothing wrong with you." Senard took a breath to make himself sound less loud.

"Why? Is it okay if I have nothing to do? So what about Ron? Why don't you care about his injuries, don't you care about what the black air just now is? Don't care about how the people on the bus behind died? You only care about me Is there anything wrong?"

"I will care about them, and I will find other Aurors to track them down. Now you and Ron are on vacation. Before I notify you to go to work, please stay at home. Don't go your own way and break the rules." Senard got off Ultimatum.

Harry gripped his wand tightly in his hand, "Rules? What rules? Crouching and patrolling safe grounds? I know what you think of me! If being an Auror is hiding in a safe place, or being treated as magic The mascot of the Department of Law Enforcement, I am no longer an Auror!"

After Harry finished speaking, he put the Auror charter in his arms still in front of Senard, on the cover there was a warning from the Auror Department: "Always be ready to sacrifice for justice. "

Throwing away the charter, the dark-haired Gryffindor boy was devastated, he loved the job, and he thought of the Aurors he'd known—Alastor Moody, the Mad-Eye man who protected He died, and Tonks left her and Lupine's newborn child on the day they died. They were both brave Aurors, and now he is an Auror, but he still has to hide behind others, protected by others.

***

"Is this where you found the alchemy manuscript?"

"Yes... yes, here."

"What did that person say?"

"He said, offer a sacrifice, wizard, and give you what you want." Peter Pettigrew replied tremblingly, and he pointed to the alchemy circle drawn with blood on the ground, the lines had turned reddish brown.

"What a genius idea, Peter. The blood of the pure-blood wizard and the corpse oil of the pure-blood wizard, the perfect magical combination, how did you come up with it?" Arnold Taylor's gloomy voice made Peter Pettigrew wince, lost He dropped the thing he was about to hand to him on the ground.

"No...not what I thought of," he quickly bent down to pick up the things on the ground, although he seemed to be bent over when he stood up, "it was the guess in the manuscript. In fact, it only succeeded. That time." He stretched out his hand again, "Here, here you are."

"So here's what that guy gave you." Arnold Taylor answered what he handed over.

"Yes, I don't know what it is." Peter looked at Taylor and asked. There were several Death Eaters wearing hoods and cloaks beside him. At this time, they all showed their faces openly and looked at Taylor Something in Tyler's hand.

A flowing black bead, the smooth surface is made of unknown material, inside the bead is like a pure black cloud, it seems to be rolling and trying to break free, an ancient magic power stimulates Taylor's fingertips, bringing A little numb.He cracked his mouth with a smile. This man had a gentle face. If he wanted to describe it, he looked like a Ravenclaw, but his gloomy voice and the smile that seemed to be infected by some dangerous thoughts were quite different. Let the whole face look crazy.

"Oh, it's the plague," he said.

Afterwards, they giggled and said some "knight bus" and "dissemination", and then left this dilapidated house. The surname of the former owner was still on the outer wall of the house, but it was mottled, it seemed to be Scamander .