[HP] turns in your hand

This day came a little too soon, at least not so soon as Chiara had expected.

Although she had made all kinds of preparations for the battle against Barty Crouch Jr. after she walked out of the raging fire in Gaunt's old house last Christmas, and even changed five versions of her will for him, but seeing that one When the limping figure that could never be mistaken walked towards the maze that hadn't been fully built, Chiara still couldn't help asking herself suspiciously:

Is it today?

Is it this moment?

Is she really ready?Really ready to face a vicious Death Eater?really ready to...

Are you really ready to face possible death in this life?

There was no delay in Chiara's movements, she quickly ran downstairs, stepped down the steps in one step at a time when no one was there, and swept through the corridor like a gust of wind.

The school rules clearly stipulate that students are not allowed to run in the hallway, and Chiara has never violated it, because there has never been anything worthwhile for her to run.But today she was running, and she had never felt so light, running past Mrs Norris, past Filch trying to intercept ("Which house are you from! Don't run! Stop! I'll tell You Dean!"), bypassing one after another children who do not yet know what death and the meaning of life are.

Chiara had dumped Filch, and all it took was a simple Confusion Charm to change her appearance in the eyes of the castle warden.She rushed out from the gate of the castle, stepped onto the lawn dyed yellow by the setting sun, and continued to run towards the Quidditch pitch.

The battlefield is ahead.

A bird was startled from the Forbidden Forest, and Chiara briefly diverted her attention. She looked at the black shadows that were larger than ordinary birds, and then realized that they were thestrals that went out to feed at dusk.

Of course Chiara could see thestrals, and she adored these fearsome yet gentle creatures.

The feeling of death to her is similar to that of thestrals, they are both like large and gentle animals, skinny but with wings that can encircle her.She is not afraid of death, because death is just a choice for her, and even a safe haven that can bring her peace and stability.

Now, for the third time, Chiara took the initiative to rush to a possible death ending.

Little Barty Crouch Jr. didn't know that Death was approaching equally with her scythe in tow.Although he had been in disguise for nearly a year, he still wasn't used to Moody's fake wooden legs, and he didn't walk very fast.When Chiara quickly shortened the distance between them, little Barty was approaching the edge of the maze.

Contrary to Chiara, Barty Jr. wasn't nervous at all.No one doubts the rationale of "Moody" going to the final venue. He has 1 reasons why he is in the middle of the maze and why he is holding on to the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament - always be vigilant, trophy There might be a fritter snail hiding in there!

Thinking of this, Little Barty couldn't help laughing.

The closer he got to the great goal of resurrecting the Dark Lord, the more excited Barty Jr. was.He walked around the tall bush wall in the maze, getting closer to the center where the trophy was placed.At the last corner, Barty Jr. could already see the shining handle of the trophy in the setting sun through the gaps in the bushes. He licked the corners of his lips convulsively, like a nervous snake.

But Barty Jr. did not let his guard down completely.Naturally, and with the influence of the real Mad-Eye, Barty Jr. is now acting in an overly cautious manner.Before actually touching the trophy, he stopped, choosing to pull out the Marauder's Map before pulling out his wand.

This map borrowed from Harry has become little Barty's action compass. He has basically figured out the daily activities of the important people in the school who need to be paid attention to by relying on the Marauder's Map, and successfully used it to move around, for He covered up one flaw after another by himself.

Now the Marauder's Map would serve him one last time.

"I solemnly swear to do no harm."

The ink spread from the tip of Barty's wand, drawing dense map lines on the blank parchment.

The Quidditch pitch, which currently served as the playing field, was on the edge of the map, and it was difficult for Barty Jr. to even see his own name.But a small dot that made his hair stand on end appeared on the empty playground where there should be no one——

"Chiara Lo" was running towards the maze quickly.

Little Barty confirmed it three or four times, and it took him half a minute to force himself to be alert to the name.

Isn't this the little Slytherin girl who always sat in the middle to answer questions in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Little Barty doesn't even remember the incident of the Killing Curse in the first class. This year, Chiara's performance was too low-key and obedient. After being interviewed by Dumbledore, she completely restrained all her sharpness. She also concealed all the differences that were intentionally or unintentionally leaked in the past, leaving the impression of being polite and harmless to the outside world.

What is such a good student doing at the finals venue when he should be having dinner?

Little Barty never thought about the absurd possibility of the Arabian Nights. He took out the small wine bottle in his coat pocket and drank another sip of compound soup, standing in place with the same attitude, intending to wait and see What is Yala's next plan?

As the sun went down, Barty Crouch Jr. squinted his eyes.

Against the light, the girl's shadow flashed out from the bush wall.He couldn't see her expression, but he could see a circle of gold outlined by the orange-red sunlight that was left for her.

Chiara Lowe came to Barty Crouch Jr., holding a wand in her right hand and hiding her left hand in her sleeve, but Barty Jr. didn't notice the wand she had already grasped, his eyes were caught by Qi Yara's left hand attracted her away.

Chiara took another step forward, but Barty Jr. still didn't react. He was still staring at Chiara's left hand, trying to understand the situation with some difficulty.

"You're bleeding."

Chiara raised her left hand. There was a deep wound on her wrist. Blood gushed out from the wound continuously, soaking through the cuff of her white shirt, leaving a comet-like scar behind her. Dark red drag marks.

"That's right," she said. "I also know that if I flow for another 10 minutes, I'm going to go into shock."

Chiara's complexion was very poor, unsurprisingly extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.But she looked at little Barty without the slightest trance like before the hypovolemic shock.She lowered her left hand, the bright red blood dripped down her fingertips, and fell on the blades of grass.

"Do you need my help, Miss Luo?"

Barty Jr., of course, misjudged the situation.A 14-year-old girl who has lost a lot of blood and is half dead is of course nothing to guard against. He is "Professor Moody" now, and it is what "Professor Moody" should do to help, not to put this on the spot. What students kill.

Chiara thought otherwise.A smile slowly spread across her pale paper face, and she agreed hoarsely: "Well, then I'll leave it to you, sir."

Little Barty walked towards Chiara, he clenched his wand tightly, and looked at the precarious girl who might fall over at any time, but his confusion grew bigger and bigger.

"Why are you here?" he asked, "Who hurt you like this?"

Chiara's smile has not faded, she is not as polite and restrained as before, on the contrary, from this pale smile, little Barty smells the madness that is accompanied by the smell of blood.

"Of course I did it myself. I'm very good at scratching my own wrists, and the strength and position are just right." Chiara was even a little proud. Nerve damage... You see, the blood flow just happens to be neither fast nor slow, and I guess there's no one else who can row better than me."

"I actually found my own value in such a useless thing, you said, isn't it ironic?"

Little Barty stopped, he instinctively sensed the danger: "What are you cutting yourself for?"

Chiara's gaze was a little erratic, she looked behind Little Barty leisurely, and said another thing flutteringly: "Do you know the blood drip timer?"

"In the ancient arena, the slave owner would cut the slaves and let them fight with blood. Before the slave's blood dries up, if he can't kill the opponent, then he will die."

Her blood was still flowing, drop by drop forming small puddles in the grass under her feet.Little Barty was baffled and annoyed by her weird behavior and attitude, he interrupted loudly: "What on earth are you trying to do?!"

Instead of getting angry at being treated roughly, Chiara gave Barty Jr. a finger with her blood-dripping left hand and a final nod to herself.

"You, and I, are actually very similar. You have a belief that you must fight for, and an object you are devoted to with your life...you are a devout slave."

"Of course, me too."

Today is the time for them to fight for what they believe in.The gladiatorial fight begins, and the slaves put on their helmets and take up their weapons. Only the crueler, stronger, and more devout one can win the final victory!

Little Barty was absolutely sure that Chiara was now a lunatic, and he completely lost his patience. The tip of his wand was pointed at Chiara, and he was about to cast a spell to knock her unconscious with a slight movement of his lips.

Chiara raised her wand too, and she shook her head, without casting any defensive spells, without moving her feet, and looked as if she had been terrified.Although the blood had flowed to make her feet flutter, at this moment Chiara's thinking was clearer than ever.

She finally waited for the helper who would lure here without hesitating to shed blood.

"Oh!"

A loud explosion sounded from behind Barty Jr., followed by an extremely unpleasant stench of rotting fish and shrimp.Little Barty turned around in a hurry, and soon, he saw the enemy he really had to face today.

It was a full-grown adult male snail, attracted by the smell of blood!

At that moment, Ziara also threw out her attack: "Disarm you!"

Little Barty never thought that his plan for the resurrection of the Dark Lord that he had been planning for a whole year was finally defeated by a snail. At the same time as the wand was dropped, Chiara aimed at Little Barty with the dizziness, and shot out A final slight but deadly incantation:

"Fractured"

Barty Jr. was hit on the left arm, and the skin was torn apart along with the clothes, and fresh blood gushed out.The hungry snail squirmed its disgusting and weird sucker, raised its burning pointed tail high, and used another tail explosion to charge towards the flesh and blood closest to it.

Chiara had already begun to see things less clearly, she calmly put her left arm on the front of the school robe and rubbed it hard, using the stimulation wound to force herself to concentrate.She stood where she was, keeping a safe distance from the battlefield of Barty Jr. and the Blast-tailed Whelk in the center of the maze, and then used an understatement of "heavy obstacles" to block Barty Jr.'s last effort to retrieve the wand that fell on the ground.

"Why is there such a thing here?!" Batty Jr. screamed, his wooden leg tripped him, and was ignited by the sparks of the snail, "Why did you kill me, because First Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Of course she knew that there were snails in the maze, she had known it a long time ago, in her previous life.

She also knew that she had no chance of winning against a Death Eater like Barty Crouch Jr. who had been taught by Voldemort himself one-on-one.And today was too hasty, she didn't bring any auxiliary props or potions, the only thing that could be used to attract little Barty's attention and lower his guard was Chiara herself.

Chiara didn't have the strength to answer Barty Jr.'s question. She leaned against the bush fence to support her weight, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.She trembled and wanted to use "Heal as New" on her wound, but the wand seemed to be misaligned with the wound, and she couldn't even lift it up.

Little Barty was poked by the snail's pincers, and he let out a shrill cry.Chiara was woken up by the scream, she glanced blankly at her white wound, and then looked up at little Barty who was dragged away by the snail. In the end, the desire to survive was undisputed. Overwhelmed by anxiety.

"I still have to watch him die in front of me to be at ease." Chiara sighed.

She raised her right arm, and swung her wand down as rigidly as a robot:

"Avada Kedavra"

This was what Severus Snape saw when he rushed to the middle of the maze.

Half of his student, Ziara Lowe, was drenched in blood, her face was as pale as paper, and she aimed at Alastor Moody, who was about to be swallowed by the Blast-tailed snails, and issued a green killing curse.

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The author has something to say:

[Your blood bar is about to bottom out, now you have two choices]

[A, "Heal as before" to heal yourself and stop bleeding]

[B. "Avada Kedavra" gives another knife to the enemy who is basically dead]

Xiao Qi: Then of course I choose to make up the knife