[HP] Missy and Mischief

Cassandra felt her breath stop.

Her father and the Death Eaters led by Lucius Malfoy were gathered in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, apparently plotting something, within a few feet of them in the elevator.

"Relax, Herbert. This can only be counted as your nomination certificate. It's okay if you don't complete it, but we will be in trouble." Lucius continued in a drawl voice, while raising his pointing to the elevator and said: "Aparecium (quickly)!"

Cassandra's heart sank suddenly.

Nothing happened, and Lucius narrowed his gray eyes.

The spell brushed her shoulder and hit the twins behind her, and Potter's invisibility cloak was made of unknown material, and the spell didn't respond.

The golden grating gate opened, and she poked a pair of twins under her breath, and they slipped softly through the gap, followed by her and Ron and Harry standing at the end—

The Death Eaters filed into the elevator, it was impossible to tell who was who under the black cloaks and white masks.But just when Cassandra thought they were out of danger, a hoarse female voice suddenly sounded: "I smell a strange smell."

By the faint light, she realized that the dark, shaggy-haired woman was Bellatrix Lestrange, the demented Death Eater whose arrest warrant had graced the front page of the Daily Prophet.

The golden lift doors closed, but Bellatrix unexpectedly yelled a slashing curse with her askew wand, and flew straight at the poor invisibility cloak where Harry and Ron were hiding.

Harry let out a groan of pain.He was hit in the arm by the spell, the silver cloak fell down, his forearm was still bleeding—

"Harry Potter! We found Potter!" Bellatrix screamed, her high-pitched, hoarse voice echoing through the empty Ministry of Magic, her ecstatic eyes peering through the slit in the hood, through the The golden fence stared out, "Lucius, what are you waiting for! What a windfall - the Dark Lord will reward us!"

More Death Eaters started laughing.

But the elevator began to descend, and no matter what spell the Death Eaters cast, it was difficult to stop it without hurting one of their own.

Bellatrix shoved her accomplice away and took off her hood.A warm and crazy light flashed on her face, she rolled up her sleeves, and pressed her withered fingers firmly on the Dark Mark.

"Let's go! She's calling Voldemort!" Cassandra grabbed Harry, her sharp nails digging into Harry's arm through the glove, and she could feel the twins' rapid breathing.

She hoped that they could all get out of this dangerous situation as soon as possible, because she knew that once Voldemort really came, all the people present would not be his opponent.

But Harry struggled so hard that he almost curled up on the ground - his scar was burning and hurting - so much that tears welled up in his green eyes.The pain in his head was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that it seemed that his skull was about to explode from the scar.

"Go, go upstairs, go upstairs and apparate, Voldemort is coming!" Harry endured the pain, desperately helping Ron to barely straighten up.

Instead, Ron carried the injured Mr. Weasley on his back, and Fred and George supported Harry on one side.

They sprinted away from the Ministry's Great Hall, where an anti-Apparition spell had been placed, and crossed the threshold before the lift returned to the Great Hall again, closing the door just in time for the Death Eaters to catch up.

"Impedimento!"

"Colloportus (Colloportus)!"

Fred and George yelled out their wands at the same time, and then heard the sound of someone slamming hard on the other side of the door.

"Hey Harry, how are you?" The twins didn't forget to pick Harry up from the ground.

"...Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Harry closed his eyes and tried his best.His scar was more painful than ever, as if a long nail had pierced the sky cap from there.

"Really, Potter?"

A cold, high-pitched voice sounded.

Cassandra gasped and stopped, almost freezing.

It was the first time she saw the legendary Dark Lord so close.

Tall and thin, with a black hood, a terrifying snake-like face pale and haggard, staring at a pair of red eyes with slender pupils...

Voldemort appeared at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, invisible but pointing his wand exactly where Harry had just made the sound.

Although he could only see his destined opponent, the Boy Who Lived, both Cassandra and Ron were sweating coldly...

They were found.Disillusionment spells and ordinary invisibility cloaks have nowhere to hide from the Dark Lord.

"So you came to get the prophecy ball too?" Voldemort stared at a certain point in the void with those cold red eyes, "It's really rare, I didn't find it from your useless brain... You cheated The great Dark Lord...almost fooled my Death Eaters too."

Voldemort said chillingly: "Hand over the Prophecy Ball, Potter."

"What—you're dreaming!" Harry didn't know what he was referring to, but made up his mind to prevent Voldemort from doing what he wanted. "I won't give it to you!"

"So what if your friend died here?" he whispered, pointing his wand at Ron. "Avada Kendavra!"

Ron didn't even show any resistance. He carried Mr. Weasley on his back, his wand was stuck in his waistband, and what happened in front of him was beyond his ability to bear.

However, the golden statue of the centaur in the fountain in the atrium suddenly came alive. It jumped up from the base and soared into the air, and jumped in front of Ron. The statue suddenly exploded.

"What—?" cried Voldemort, looking around, and he gasped as Cassandra had just said, "Dumbledore!"

The hearts of all the students present were beating wildly, and Professor Dumbledore appeared at the golden gate.

Cassandra has never trusted this greatest white wizard so much... His appearance is to bring confidence and a sense of security to all those who stand on the side of the light.Especially behind him are several familiar wizards: Black, Moody, Lupine, Tonks and Kingsley.

At this time, the Death Eaters behind the atrium door also broke through the blockade. Bellatrix took the lead, screaming and firing spells one after another, but the spells were blocked by the statues that came back to life—Dumbledore's magical power Make the stone sculptures of the Ministry of Magic obey orders like the ones at Hogwarts.

Colorful spells flew randomly in the air, and everywhere they went, gravel splashed——

Fred and George took the bait bomb out of their pockets and dropped it where the Death Eaters were, so that the black-smoky ball whizzed through the air and sprayed out a lot of nasty bombs. The black mist made the spells fired by the Death Eaters lose their aim.At the same time, Black and Lupine's tacit cooperation has made a large number of hooded figures unconscious under the effect of "Stupfy".

In the middle of the atrium, Voldemort raised his wand, another green light flew towards Dumbledore, Dumbledore turned around, his robe twirled suddenly, and disappeared.Then he appeared behind Voldemort again, approaching him step by step.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix pushed the children back and let them leave the scene of the battle.

"It would be foolish to come here tonight, Tom," said Dumbledore quietly, "the Aurors are coming—"

"When I'm finished, you're dead too!" Voldemort said viciously.He fired another Killing Curse at Dumbledore, but missed and caught the bare tiles, setting the floor ablaze.

Dumbledore waved his wand lightly: the spell shot by the wand was so powerful that everyone could feel the wave of the spell piercing the air.Voldemort had to conjure a shiny silver shield out of thin air this time to resist.I don't know what kind of spell it is, and I don't seem to have seen it cause any damage to the silver shield, but there is a low, gong-like trembling sound from the silver shield-this strange sound is chilling.

"You don't want my life, do you, Dumbledore?" cried Voldemort, squinting his blood-red eyes over the silver shield. "You don't disdain such cruelty, do you?"

"We all know there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom," said Dumbledore quietly, as he continued walking towards Voldemort, as if he had nothing to fear in the world, as if nothing could disturb his stroll, " I admit that simply taking your life will not satisfy me—”

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" said Voldemort viciously.

"You'd be wrong about that," said Dumbledore, still approaching Voldemort, speaking in a casual tone, as if they were drinking and chatting.

Cassandra saw him walking forward undefended and unobstructed, and couldn't help screaming: "Then kill him!"

Another green light shot out from behind the silver shield.This time it was the statue of the Headless Wizard who charged in front of Dumbledore, was hit by the spell, and exploded to pieces.Before the shards hit the ground, Dumbledore drew back his wand and began waving it around like a whip.A long thin flame shot out from the tip of the staff, entangling Voldemort and his silver shield.For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to have won, but then the match turned into a giant snake, facing Dumbledore, hissing furiously.

Voldemort was gone; the snake reared itself from the ground, ready to strike—

Flames erupted above Dumbledore's head, and at the same moment Voldemort reappeared, standing on a pedestal in the middle of the pool where the five statues had just stood.

"Careful!" Harry yelled.

Before the words fell, another green light shot from Voldemort's wand to Dumbledore, and Fierceface also launched an attack——

At this time, Fox swooped in front of Dumbledore, just blocking the green light of the death curse.It burst into flames all over, and fell to the ground in a mass of sparkling ashes.At the same time, Dumbledore swung his wand wildly - Fiendfire, who was about to burn his face, was suddenly shot high into the air, and disappeared in a puff of black smoke.The water in the fountain rose and enveloped Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass.

Voldemort turned into a fluctuating black shadow, flickering vaguely on the base, as if struggling to get rid of this suffocating mass--

The hand of Dumbledore holding the wand firmly controlled the water prison, and the other hand picked up the headless wizard's head, and his sharp blue eyes seemed to be able to see where Cassandra was. , held out his hand to her.

"Mentus," said Dumbledore softly, "take this Portkey and take them to the proper place."

Cassandra took the golden statue's head with trembling hands, motioning for Fred, George, Harry and Ron to put their hands on it.

three...two...one...

A hook seemed to yank behind her navel, and the polished Ministry floor disappeared under her feet, and the figures of Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Death Eaters melted away.Amid the swirling colors and sounds, Cassandra took a deep look at Dumbledore for the last time. His blue eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soul of a person...

But her father was among those black-robed Death Eaters. How could he believe that he would not hand Harry Potter over to Voldemort?

The spinning stopped, and they were once again on solid ground.The Portkey brought several little wizards to an old-fashioned red brick department store, with a half-permanent sign "Taotao Co., Ltd." and a sign "Closed for renovation" hanging on the gray glass door.

"Where is this?" Harry asked quietly.

He still missed his relatives and teachers who fought in the Ministry of Magic, and even the strange eyes of passers-by pointing at them in their embarrassing attire could not attract his attention.

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds." Cassandra responded absently. She carefully identified the mannequins in the window, and finally frowned, and said to a mannequin in a green nylon dress with eyelashes falling out: "Arthur Weasley, need first aid."

The dummy nodded slightly under Harry's startled gaze, and waved at them.

The twins quickly carried Mr. Weasley through the glass of the window and into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds.

Ron grabbed a green-robed therapist who passed by them, and said anxiously: "Hurry up and save my dad! He was bitten by a snake and bled a lot!"

"Oops! Let me see—it's true that the situation is not very good, but the rescue is timely—Polare!" The young therapist was pulled back vigorously by him, but he was not angry. Instead, he quickly checked the blood-stained body. Mr. Weasley: "Take him to the second floor, quick!"

Two healers, also in green robes, hurried over and took the limp Mr. Weasley from Fred and George.From their conversation, Cassandra learned that he would be taken to the Day Llewellyn ICU, where he would be treated by senior therapist Smethyk.

All five of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry was finally able to let go of his hanging heart, and began to look around at the magical wizarding hospital:

More than a dozen wizards and wizards lined up on wooden chairs waiting for the therapist to record their illnesses. In the front left of the hall was the information desk, on which were hung crossed wands and leg bone patterns (probably this is the symbol of St. Mungo?), and the surrounding The walls were also covered with portraits and slogans of therapists, and he saw a portrait of Dai Lisi Deventer - she was also the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Papa must be guarding that weapon," whispered George. "That weapon that You-Know-Who's looking for. He calls it the 'Prophecy Ball,' doesn't he?"

"Never mind what it is, Dumbledore will take care of it." Fred interrupted him in a low voice, "But why did it happen when Dad was 'on duty'?"

"Harry, didn't you say that the mysterious man has a snake?" Ron looked away from the sign, which read "Biological Harm - Second Floor (Stings, Burns, Stings, etc.)", "It's a big one, you saw it the night he was resurrected, didn't you?"

"Enough," Cassandra said wearily, her chameleon leather gloves turning a deep black, a sign of her deep depression, "You should have informed your mother of the situation, not here for everyone to hear Things that shouldn't be discussed out loud."

So Fred and George discussed how to appease their mother.Cassandra looked out through the glass window of St. Mungo's, and it was still dark above the horizon.

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