[HP] Hogwarts students

As the sun went down, each ray of sunlight became clearly discernible, obliquely shining on the corpse on the asphalt road with a strange intensity, and rushing out long shadows from the flowing blood.

Ed stared blankly at the dead thug in front of him. The tail of the rifle in his arms was still wrapped in a black schoolbag. When he let go, the long gun/barrel and backpack fell to the ground with a clatter.

Accompanied by a few ear-piercing explosions, several wizards apparated on Little Willow Branch Street with cold faces, and Dad followed behind them, walking through it anxiously, staggering and digging me out of Harry's arms.

"Dad!" I shouted at him in despair, and at the grim-faced wizards, "Mum and Brian are still in there! I used Harry's wand—the rifle went off—"

He just looked at me anxiously, the robes on his body were buttoned crookedly, and he relaxed after a while, lowering his excited and trembling voice: "No, they are not inside, Judy took Brian to Diagon Alley—inside Not a single person!"

It was as if a huge sea rock had fallen from my heart, and all the strength supporting me was taken away along my fingertips. I wanted to bury myself in my father's arms and cry, but the group of wizards from the Ministry of Magic had already dragged Ed up. Regardless of his panicked struggle and questioning.

"Wait! You can't forget about him now!" I jumped out of my father's arms, clutching Harry's wand, trying to stop them, but they all turned back and pointed the tip of their wands at me in a quick reaction. .

"Kelly, come back!" Dad stepped forward to stop me nervously, and then said to the wizards, "Charlie, that's my daughter! Not some vicious Death Eater!"

The leading wizard, Charlie, had a long face and his eyes were very close together. After pursing his thin lips that looked like lines, he waved his hand, making everyone put down their wands.

"Jack," he said in a troubled tone, "you shouldn't have come with us—you're not from the Misuse of Magic Office, nor from the Amnestics Command, you said the location was close to your home, We will allow you to follow, but this is not an excuse for you to hinder our mission.

And you too, young lady.If I'm not mistaken, you're still an underage wizard, right?Using wands and spells in front of Muggles...hasn't your dad ever talked to you about his job? "

"You can't forget about him now!" I insisted, hanging on Dad's slouch arm. "He's the only one who saw me grab Harry's wand and cast the spell. You have to record it first." His confession is the only way to do this."

The silent Harry suddenly grabbed my cuff, I put my back on his hand and gave him a reassuring look.

Charlie exchanged glances with the people around him in surprise, and one of the wizards with a pointed chin said sharply: "You are also the first person to ask to record your own evidence, you know you have to go to trial, right? "

Harry's hand tightened so suddenly that it nearly pulled my ruffled cuff off.I held my breath and raised my head proudly: "Of course, I understand this, sir, thank you for reminding me.

I know there will be a warning letter sent later, please report it for me when you go back, and don't send it to the wrong person. "

Dad seemed to understand what I meant, and gradually let go of the arm that blocked me, and Harry became impatient. I had to hold his wet palm tightly to stop him from speaking the truth impulsively.

"I thought Jack Morris's daughter would be smarter." Charlie looked at me in surprise, "You will be expelled, although you used someone else's wand, it will be your own that will be destroyed. "

"Didn't you notice this registered fugitive from Azkaban?" I swung my arms away from Dad and Harry who were standing behind me, revealing Jason who had been dead for a long time. Section VII of the Binding Act states that when the life of a wizard or other wizards or Muggles who are present at the same time is threatened, even if I am a minor wizard, I have the right and shall use magic to protect us on the spot."

In front of the eyes of everyone present who were doubtful, surprised or worried, I tried to make my expression both innocent and calm: "The dementors came for the heinous fugitives, and they were greedy and hunted them out of order—as Wizards present, Harry could attest.

It was... I fought them off with the Patronus Charm, the first spell I used; then came the sober fugitive, who attempted to murder the other Muggle present, Ed.I hit him with the Disarming Charm, and his weapon tripped the safety of the rifle, and it went off—something Ed can attest to, can't he, Ed? "

Ed was straddled in arms, his gradually clear eyes collided with mine, everyone turned to look at him, and the nearest wizard took out the gyrator that recorded the testimony.

After a moment of deliberation, he nodded slightly: "That's right...that's the truth, she took Harry's—wand—and cast two spells."

"Ed!" cried Harry, "it's not true! It's—"

"I was wrong!" Charlie laughed and interrupted Harry, he waved again, several wizards carried away the corpses on the ground, and then Apparation disappeared in place, Charlie went on to say: "As expected Jack's daughter, who's only in fifth grade - is that right - able to cast a full Patronus Charm. I bet your bedtime stories every night are the laws your dad told you, don't you?"

Dad raised his chin proudly: "Of course!"

The pointy-jawed man approached Ed with his wand, and his mood became irritable and tense again. He kept kicking his legs and trying to avoid it: "Help me! Mr. Morris—Kelly—you want to What did you do to me?!"

"Wait a minute!" My nervous heart began to pound as I watched the wizard approach slowly, "He's so scared—too emotional—that blind casting of spells might mess up his memory and make me Come on, Dad, he is a neighbor we have known for many years, and he trusts us the most."

"But it's against the rules!" the sharp-jawed wizard said softly, "He doesn't belong to our department..."

"It's all right, Spencer," Charlie interrupted roughly. "Kelly made a good point. Let Jack come. It's just a small thing...a small thing that doesn't have to be mentioned in the report..."

Dad's gentle reassurance made Ed gradually calm down. Although he didn't understand what had happened, he still chose to believe us.

"Let me just forget about all of this... I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night hallucinating that this weirdo is in my bedroom..."

It wasn't until Dad began to cast the spell that I was quietly relieved to find that cold sweat was creeping up my back, and the silky silk top was pressed tightly to the skin, uncomfortable and sticky.

Harry gently pulled me into his arms, and the sweltering air enveloped us in it, unscrupulously exuding a scorching heat.Ed, who had been cast with the Forgetting Curse, looked pale and weak. Dad took back his wand and carried him back to Cook's house across the street.

The other wizards searched other houses and found several neighbors who had been stunned. After finishing the work, all the wizards except Charlie apparated and left Little Willow Branch Street.

"...Thank you very much, Charlie, thanks to your help today..."

"...It's a trivial matter, but you have to take that matter to heart, don't make me wait too long..."

Dad picked up the rifle, carefully stuffed it back into the school bag, and walked shoulder to shoulder with Charlie to the fence in Cook's garden. The rest of the conversation was so quiet that I couldn't hear it at all.

"You still have to go to trial?" Harry asked in a hoarse voice next to my ear, a pair of strong arms locked me firmly in his arms, even though we were all sweating, "You shouldn't take the blame for me - Patronus The curse is not you—"

"Don't worry, Harry!" I comforted him, and gently stroked Harry's sweaty back, "I've been immersed in those laws and regulations since I was a child, except for Snow White and Cinderella, what I listen to most is Dad's work. In this case, you are no better than me at handling everything in the Tribunal, but you need stronger witnesses... Maybe I have to ask Professor Dumbledore if he has any arrangements recently."

I turned my head away and left a gentle kiss on his firm chin: "When you cast the Patronus Charm just now, I really wanted to do it. If I hadn't been so worried about Mom and Brian at the time, I must have been like this at the time Done."

"Is that so?" Harry smiled and looked down at me, "I thought you would have a little more intense emotion—"

"Hmm." When we didn't pay attention, Dad approached with his hands behind his back and a cold face. I was so scared that I immediately let go of my hands and took a few steps back, at least a foot away from Harry.

He looked at the nervous Harry with his sharp blue eyes, and said slowly and lowly: "From Ed's memory... I have seen it all. You cast the Patronus Charm to protect Kelly."

"Dad!" I hurried forward a few steps, but he stopped me by stretching out his hand: "Why are you so nervous? You have already decided to take the blame for him, so will I still refute your plan? ——I won't tell anyone Man, the only thing that exists forever in the world is the version that Ed himself admits."

"Come in and sit down, Harry." Dad turned his head reservedly, facing the ruined house that had been extinguished and was a little embarrassed, "The house...is a mess, I hope you don't mind."

A few brilliant colorful fireworks exploded in front of my eyes, as if a soft and sweet inflated cloud was stuffed into my chest, which squeezed my eyes to swell, and I was so excited that I couldn't bear it.

Harry was still dumbfounded, watching his father formally poke open the charred wooden door with a key, passed through the collapsed stone and bricks, and found a few crumbling solid wooden chairs in the kitchen. position, then turned around and waved to us.

"Idiot!" I jumped up excitedly, and couldn't help but lightly thumped the wood-like boyfriend's chest, "My dad agreed! Come on, let's go in—"

When we stiffly walked into the ruined kitchen, my father was sighing and looking around the entire first floor. When he saw us coming in, he pointed to the two intact chairs nearby: "Please sit down."

The ensuing conversation almost made me faint, and my father started the inquisitive talk again. In addition to some of Harry's life experience that everyone knew, he even asked about Harry's studies and future plans.

"So, you plan to be an Auror too, right?" Dad looked at him appreciatively, "A wise choice! But it sounds like your potion scores can't meet the requirements to be an Auror..."

Harry's answer changed from embarrassment to more firm and calm, and they ignored all the cold jokes I made while gagging, and focused on asking and answering.

However, although the later questions did not involve more privacy, the speed and pressure were raised to the highest level. Dad's tone became aggressive, constantly squeezing Harry's time to answer.

"What do you like about Kelly?"

"All of them! If I had to pick one, I'd say character...and that beautiful curly hair."

"Now you are just a college romance, but the changes will be great after graduation, no one can predict the relationship at that time—"

"—probably not, Mr. Morris, which is why I'm going to propose to Kelly after graduation—"

"What?!" Dad and I yelled at the same time.