[HP Twins] Death Brothers

If George hadn’t fallen into the Black Lake with the Resurrection Stone 19 years ago, the passage between the Death Realm and this side would not have been torn apart, Peter Pettigrew’s psychic would not have succeeded, and Charon would not have responded to him Summoning, there's a thing about Death Eaters spreading the plague.The Death Eaters lurking in St. Mungo's were naturally not trapped in that powerful magic circle, and after being tortured, they were killed by George.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall became much more serious due to the addition of this group of consultants. One of them was carrying a box. Earl Brett greeted them, pointed to George and Fred while talking, and then walked towards them.

George has no magic power now, and Fred has his hand on his waist, ready to raise his wand at any time.

"George, we need to hold a formal initiation ceremony for you, you know, to test your real skills." Behind Earl Brett were those consultants, and he pointed his head with his finger, "I think you would like to see A bit of real magic."

Fred took a step forward, hiding George behind him. George beside him said, "Is this really magical? Magic? Real magic? I think I can't wait, can you explain it to me? I should How to do it?" Although he said so, he didn't take a step closer to them. Of course, letting a wizard be surprised by magic would test George's acting skills.

One of the advisors stood up. "Come here, young man."

"How to do it?" George said so and still did not move, which made other people start to cast strange eyes on him.

The advisor took a step forward, George took a step back. "Young man, you seem to be afraid of us?"

"Oh? Scared?" George patted Fred on the shoulder, "Fudge, I'm a little scared."

Fred took George's hand sideways, "Hey, let's go then! Apparate!"

The figures of George and Fred were infinitely elongated, and when they were about to escape their control, a slashing curse greeted George's hand, and the instant pain made George let go of Fred's hand, and Fred He could only terminate the spell, and took out his wand to face the Death Eaters. .

"Hey, what a wizard did I see?" said one of the Death Eaters, "So you know about making the Philosopher's Stone, you're redheads, you're Weasley? No, no, don't look alike, no Freckles? Hand over the formula of the Philosopher's Stone!"

These words caused the members of WICCA to exclaim. Earl Brett held his crutch tightly in his hand, Grandma Daisy almost glued her eyes to the brothers, and Kefu stretched the necklace around his neck. .They looked at George and Fred greedily, as if they were some precious treasure.

"Sage's stone!" "Longevity stone!" some WICCA members said.

George clutched his injured wrist, and Fred hooked his waist, but the two of them were pointed at by seven or eight magic wands, and could no longer take the risk of using "apparatus".

"Haha," George still laughed in such a predicament, "this is a bit remarkable, you know that not everyone can make the Philosopher's Stone. You hurt my hand holding the wand, this is not a negotiating attitude. "George doesn't know how to make the Sorcerer's Stone. He has no magic now, and Fred's body is only a 15-year-old boy with limited magic power.

"Oh, that's true, but you don't need this young man beside you."

They launched an attack on Fred. After all, Fred is not a real boy. He and George cooperated tacitly. When George threw some smoke bombs, he dexterously dodged and took the time to use it on a Death Eater. In a daze, the force was so great that the Death Eater was thrown into the air, hitting the wall hard before stopping.

There were still too many enemies, and Fred suddenly felt angry. He cleverly flipped his wrist and cast a spell of black light. The body of a Death Eater he attacked froze instantly, and his skin turned into black.

George didn't have many alchemy items at hand. When he was throwing something, he felt a pain in his side, a burst of heat, and then warmth and humidity. He clutched his waist, and he almost cried out when he touched the wound , he gritted his teeth and closed his upper mouth, he couldn't distract Fred.At this time, the dim banquet hall suddenly went dark, and all the candles in the banquet hall were extinguished instantly.George heard the screams of the Muggles, and after Fred started to fight back, they all watched the show quietly, and they seemed to be frightened for a while.

A person approached George suddenly, and he could only exclaim "Fred!", and then he heard the person say, "Shh, I'm Malfoy." At this moment, Fred also came to George's side, and The man's voice was heard.

The speaker said again, "Hold this! Quick!"

George and Fred didn't have time to think about it, and the three of them held onto a necklace, and the sky was broken in an instant, and the navel seemed to be pulled by a hook to circle around that thing.George knew it was a portkey, and it felt all too familiar.

When they fell on the thick woolen blanket, George looked at the carpet on the tip of his nose and thought for a moment that he was still in Bright Manor, but then he knew he was wrong. This carpet was also soft and gorgeous, but the color was different. The combination is no longer passionate, silver green is the main color of this rug, and the main color of this room decoration.

The room was clean and warm, with Fred beside him, and on the other side of him was Draco Malfoy, a Draco Malfoy who had experienced many vicissitudes.

"You're bleeding!" Fred threw himself on George's side, regretful that he didn't find out sooner.He carefully dragged George's hand, and carefully cast a healing spell on the wound on his hand.

Draco frowned at the two of them, "George Weasley...Fred Weasley?" He confirmed with some hesitation.He saw the pair of twins with age difference nodded, he seemed to be a little surprised, and sat next to them without any image, "Waist side." He said to Fred, pointing in the direction of George with his chin .

They were wearing black double-breasted wizard robes, the color of the blood was not so obvious on the black fabric, only to hear Fred say "Damn" through gritted teeth and tore George's clothes.

The blood stains were extremely bright on the white shirt, and Fred carefully lifted the cloth from the wound, which still made George unconsciously gasp.In order to divert his attention, George looked at Draco Malfoy again. He noticed that Draco's face had deep signs of age, and he was older and haggard than Lucius Malfoy, who was the same age as him back then. too much.

"You are you!" George asked nonchalantly, but Draco understood.

"The Black Lake exploded, the windows in the corridor were shattered, and puffs of black smoke rushed out. I stood in the corridor and only had time to see this before I was blown out. When I woke up, I knew it was here. False, Astoria of the Greengrass family is my wife, and I have a son named Scorpius who will enter school this year. Hehe, Harry Potter and Ginny are married! It’s so fake!” He was like As if to show how absurd this world is, he snorted hard to express his disdain.

"The Black Lake exploded!?" George understood when he heard this.He looked at the person who was buried in helping him heal his wound, "Fred! The Black Lake exploded! Why didn't you tell me!"

"Isn't it good? Is it not good here?" Fred said, turning his head and glaring at Draco, then looking directly at George, "You feel relaxed too! Here, I am me, and you are still you, We don't need to explain to others how I came back, and we don't need to care about other people's eyes? Isn't it good here?"

Seeing Fred watching, George felt his heart throbbing. He stretched out his bloody hand and touched Fred's face, "There's nothing to worry about! Fred, you and I don't need to care about that."

Draco didn't speak, he had an intuition that it would be better not to say anything, just now Fred's stare didn't look like a Gryffindor at all, like a ghost crawling out of hell, which made him feel the feeling of being in front of the black magic. to the oppression.

"Malfoy." George didn't intend to let Draco be in the background, "I went to the realm of death to resurrect Fred, this is Fred Weasley, say hello!"

Draco wanted to roll his eyes at the sky, and he spat out the word "hello" stiffly.

"This is also the person I will be with for the rest of my life, Fred Weasley! My brother! My lover!" George said aggressively, although his face was really ugly due to excessive blood loss.

Draco really rolled his eyes this time, "Oh, congratulations."

George squeezed Fred's face, "Look! Just explain it this way! Slanterins like Malfoy don't care about other people's private affairs. As for Gryffindors, they will worship them as long as they become heroes! Fred Red! The Fred I like is the one who has the courage to joke about Voldemort! The explosion is that Deathfire can't stop Death's Bridge! Tell me!"

Fred's whole face was made into a funny look by George, and he could see his funny reflection in George's brown-green eyes, so funny that he couldn't help but want to laugh, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help raised. "Yes, the evil spirits are here! It must be a mess! If the explosion affected Malfoy who was standing in the corridor, there might be many other people who were blown here like us. I don't know where we are." Death is life! But it must have lost a lot of combat power."

Draco interjected at this point, "I was with Harry, Granger, and Red Mole."

The red-haired George glanced at Draco, who lazily changed his words, "Ron Weasley."

"What's the matter with the Philosopher's Stone?" George asked, he was a little surprised just now, why the Death Eaters said he could make the Philosopher's Stone.

"I looked at my memory in this world. The Sorcerer's Stone is also called the Sage's Stone and the Everlasting Stone. The previous one was destroyed by Dumbledore. Nick Flamel is the only person who can make the Sorcerer's Stone. The Death Eaters want To create a new Sorcerer's Stone, you can only find clues from the manuscripts and books that Nick Flamel missed. The curve-folding alchemy you sent to WICCA coincides with Nick Flamel's information. They thought it was a numb It was an accidental discovery of melon, and when I saw that you were a wizard, I thought you knew the formula for making the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Twisting and folding? You mean the ring of Moebius? This is a guess!" George said.

"According to the information I have so far, the alchemy formation of the Philosopher's Stone is a three-dimensional alchemy formation."

"Three-dimensional?" He jumped excitedly, retreated to the wound, and was pressed down by Fred again. "Three dimensions? No! The Philosopher's Stone can prolong life, so time is also involved! That's the fourth dimension that Muggles say! But how much energy does it need? This is not an ordinary increment. The basic of alchemy is circulation, but the basis of circulation is energy Conservation!"

"I don't know about that." Draco shook his head.

"Time! Malfoy, can you still get the information on the Sorcerer's Stone? And the Time-Turner! Maybe I can figure something out, and then we'll go back to where we should be."

"You should be glad that I am an active Death Eater, huh! How ridiculous, I joined the Death Eaters in order to get my parents out of Azkaban." Draco looked at the two, from their conversation just now Here, Draco understands something, he said, "I think you have some skills, I will provide all the help I can, I can't stay in this world for a second, thinking of Harry..." He stopped After saying this, he sneered, "Can you guys help me get Harry out? Maybe they're all here?"

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George: "Look! Just explain it this way! Slanterins like Malfoy don't care about other people's private affairs. As for Gryffindor, they will worship as long as they become heroes! Fred!"

Fred: "And what about Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?"

The author turned the table: "That's not the point! Huh! Fred, you only have meat scraps to eat..."