[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Disorders is hidden deep in an inaccessible street corner in London. Everything on the street looks dim and dilapidated, deserted, and few people usually come.But today, wave after wave of people appeared out of thin air, hurried through the dusty window, and entered the hospital hidden behind it.Some of them are wearing robes and hoods, while others are wearing straight formal suits. They are completely different in terms of attire and expression: most of the former have worried and anxious faces, while the latter almost completely reveal the sky-falling look. panic.

But their destination was the same: after entering the hospital, they all went straight to the curse injury department on the fifth floor.Ever since Voldemort's shadow shrouded Britain, this place has become the busiest floor of St. Mungo's. The entire floor has been expanded and expanded by magic. Compared with other ordinary-sized floors, it now looks like a maze.Wizards with wands and politicians in suits distractedly pass through the doors with names written on them, stopping at two adjacent doors.

The two names above were the purpose of their trip. They stopped in front of the door, and all of their eyes fell on the young man sitting on the bench between the two doors.

He has black hair and black eyes, gentle and handsome, he is too young for wizards and Muggles, he should still be studying at his age.But in fact, no matter which camp's upper-level organization he is in, his name is already well-known.He is indeed very young, too young, but people are looking at him eagerly. At this time, all he can think of is to confirm everything that makes him flustered again, hoping to hear some good news from him, and draw strength from him .

"Mr Smith, our Prime Minister—"

"Eli, the Order of the Phoenix has been raided—and your wife? You-Know-Who has escaped again—"

The man who was urgently called by them slowly raised his head and glanced at them silently.

His eyes were bloodshot, almost turning his eyes red.He stared at the two parties expressionlessly, his pupils were extremely dark, and his face was extremely pale, as if he had lost all blood.

Such a strong color contrast made him completely lose his usual gentleness and calmness. His dark pupils and almost red pupils made him look violent and dangerous, and almost instantly stopped the voices of the wizards - black hair Red pupils have now become synonymous with mysterious people, and Eli's current image subtly overlaps with the symbol of the Dark Lord. Such a sense of déjà vu makes them feel strong palpitations and fear.

The Muggles also silently stopped talking after a brief moment of stupefaction.They don't know Voldemort's appearance, but they can see a person's expression, and feel that the man opposite looks so haggard at the moment, and there is no way to provide firm belief and support for others.

However, they were all wrong. After a brief silence, Eli turned his gaze to the side of the suit and leather shoes, and spoke in a low voice.

"Prime Minister Benjamin Hughes has been killed." He said, his voice conveyed the invisible despair of clenched heart in the dead silence.But he closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, his eyes seemed to be clearer and firmer. His voice was calm and calm, and his logic was still clear. The murder of the wizarding world cannot be blamed, and the dark wizards must pay the worst price for what they have done. In the official meeting between the new Prime Minister and the Minister of Magic, we will discuss the official solution. And I sincerely wish On my own behalf, here and now, in the presence of all in witness, I assure you that, beyond the official resolution, I personally take full responsibility for the sacrifice of Prime Minister Benjamin Hughes, and I will devote my life and will to it Get justice for the murder of the Prime Minister. The person who killed him must die. If I cannot bring the murderer’s body to the tomb of Prime Minister Hughes to pay homage, then I will use my body for the time being. The successor of my will will continue my legacy. Act until the lawless evil is wiped out, and all criminals will be punished as they deserve."

The Muggles stared at him dumbfounded, some deeply touched, others disapproving.All the people in the government who know the secrets of magic have been present. Some of them are members of the special liaison department, and some are wizards among their relatives. They know the existence of that world. Benjamin Hughes made a detailed investigation, and then consciously gathered them Together, even if something unexpected happens to him, there are people in the government who know about these things and can know it well, instead of being kept in the dark and always thinking that everything is just an accident.It is human nature to always be prepared for threats that are powerful and difficult to control.

Now this kind of preparation had the desired effect, but because his sacrifice was too sudden and oppressive, the wizard's reputation in the hearts of Muggles was already in arrears.They seek cooperation, but they can't guarantee the safety of their allies - if they will die no matter what, then cooperate with the white wizard side and become cannon fodder to die, and be ruled by the black wizard side and become enslaved ants. Substantial difference?Even the latter may live longer.

"You are a wizard!" In the silence, a cabinet official suddenly said angrily, with a sharp and piercing voice, "You can do magic—how can we believe you? Only your conscience can bind your oath! And we There's nothing to be done about it! You think we'll be too quick to believe your futile assurances? Our Prime Minister is dead! All England is waiting for an explanation!"

Facing his questioning, Eli didn't get angry, and his expression didn't change.He held out only one hand.

"I can make an unbreakable oath." He said, with a slight hoarseness in his voice when he was exhausted physically and mentally. "A magic oath that cannot be broken. If there is no solution, the soul will never be freed if it is violated. And your new The Prime Minister swears, this is exactly what I want to do, ask him to come here after the meeting with the Ministry of Magic, and you can witness from the sidelines."

The cabinet officials were quiet for a while. They all had a certain understanding of magic and wizards. After being gathered together by Benjamin, they conducted in-depth research. spoke.

The wizards beside them frowned, and one member of the Order of the Phoenix couldn't help but say, "Calm down, guys, we know your anger...but we don't feel comfortable saying this to you, We are also facing the same danger. In the operating room next to your Prime Minister is Eli's wife. She is the head of your Muggle Special Liaison Office. She was attacked by mysterious people. She is seven months pregnant and two children, and now mothers and children are at risk."

"Speaking of which," another Ministry member began, frowning, looking at Eli and considering his words, "Mr Smith, we are sorry to hear about this...but if we If the news is correct, the mysterious person did attack your wife's abdomen? Your wife was not fatally injured, but is now facing childbirth?"

Eli's eyes turned slightly, looking at the speaker.

"What are you trying to say?" he asked.

"I think you know that black magic is complicated and dangerous, especially according to rumors that the mysterious man himself is very good at... Cursing, I heard that you are the favorite student of Principal Dumbledore, I think you should also have a good understanding of it. That rumor that was taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.” The Ministry of Magic members secretly watched his expression, said carefully, and cleared their throats, “There is no relevant record about the curse cast on the unborn fetus, but no one knows the mystery man Would it be better to find some really old ones, or invent his own... He's good at that, isn't he? Maybe it's better to keep the fetus safe, maybe you can think about it, for the sake of the big picture, Smith gentlemen."

In the dead silence, Eli looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Understood." He said calmly, drew out his wand, and pointed it at the speaking Ministry official.

"Get out of here, right now." He said expressionlessly, the bloodshot eyes made him look fierce.But his voice was steady and clear, showing a firm will and an unwavering spirit.

"If you are even afraid of the unknown changes that two babies will bring, why not go to Voldemort now, he will certainly not refuse the surrender of an official of the Ministry of Magic, and your thoughts are also very consistent, and you have the same idea for all possible Threats have to be wiped out with great fanfare. I don't understand, how far do you think the situation can get worse? Voldemort can kill even the prime minister of a country at will. Is there any place in the UK that can be called safe now? Kill Voldemort Let it all end, instead of venting the anger that can't handle Voldemort on two innocent unborn fetuses, I don't take your advice, get out of my sight, for the safety of my family."

The name Voldemort was spoken directly, making all the wizards tremble uncontrollably.But he still sat there calmly, his hands fairly steady.On the left is his uncertain wife, on the right are his crumbling battle lines, and he holds them behind his back, with his wand aimed at all who would try to destroy them all.

The scene became quiet again, and the Ministry of Magic officials gave him an angry look, but they left without making a fuss under his wand.Except for him, everyone remained in place. They looked at Eli in silence, and Eli closed his eyes and sat there expressionless, as if sitting on the edge of life and death, the precarious result was coming to an end. He approached, and he made all the preparations, endured everything alone, lonely and determined.

What made him open his eyes again was the arrival of two people. Eli opened his eyes and looked at the two people walking side by side.

The Minister of Magic, Harold Minchem, also looked anxious and exhausted. It seemed that his back had collapsed a little, as if he was being dragged down by an invisible pressure that was too heavy.The back of the man beside him was straight, he strode over, brought a gust of wind, and stood in front of Eli, silently watching him.

Eli stood up and held out his hand to him.

"Marshall Bruce." The cabinet minister and the new British prime minister shook hands with him. "When the prime minister dies halfway through his term of office, he will choose a successor among the current ministers. I will be appointed by Benjamin himself. When Ni Evans was promoted to the director of the Special Liaison Division, she transferred the former director Nelson Mullen to my side."

So he fully understands matters related to magic, including the establishment of the alliance, the confirmation of the bodies of the victims in the cave, and the big action that is about to take place now.Eli nodded, looked at him, and asked, "What's your goal, Prime Minister?"

"I think the same as Benjamin." In front of wizards and his colleagues, Marshall Bruce said simply and clearly, "Muggles cannot be subject to wizards forever. It was removed by hand."

The ambition of the same strain, the will to execute together.Eli nodded and turned to Minister for Magic Harold Minchem.

"I beg you to witness the birth of an unbreakable vow, Minister," he said quietly.

"...What?" Harold Minchum was taken aback, and understood what happened in the low-pitched explanation of his subordinates. On the other hand, Marshall Bruce also figured out the meaning of the oath. Both ministers saw Looking at him, the eyes are very complicated.

"You will be responsible for the murder of Benjamin Hughes, and take it as your responsibility to hunt down his murderer until the last moment of your life?" Marshall Bruce asked him.

"Yes." Eli said calmly, lowering his eyes silently, watching the thin flames fly out of Harold Minchem's wand and wrap around his and Marshall's clasped hands.

Marshall stared at him deeply, and after a while, he said: "You will take protecting the interests of Muggles as your duty, prevent black wizards from coveting and enslaving Muggles, and do your best to prevent evil thoughts from infiltrating Muggles, and you will be a Muggle for life. A defender of the fair rights and interests of melons?"

Without hesitation or pause, Eli said simply and clearly: "Yes."

Seeing the flames disappearing from his skin, Marshall took a deep breath and collected himself.

"You will..." he said, after a short pause, "to stop wizards from interfering with Muggles forever, magic from common people, not acting on the basis of personal power and interests, and not making any decisions. Infringe the interests of Muggles, and fight against the evil and selfish vested interests to the end, even if what happens has nothing to do with you?"

Eli raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.

he said yes."

After the Unbreakable Vow was concluded, Harold Minchum hesitated to speak several times in the middle, trying to interrupt them, but in the end he still didn't pull himself together to do this, especially when the other party's prime minister had just been killed.After the vow was established, Marshall Bruce withdrew his hand, stared at it for a while, looked at Eli, and asked him a simple question.

He asked, "Why?"

Did such an oath do him any good?He agreed to such a harsh request in front of the wizard. Can any wizard understand his choice?How much solidarity would he get in their world?Judging from the disbelief on the faces of other wizards, most of them didn't quite agree with this oath, which made Marshall Bruce really want to know his answer.

However, Eli didn't explain too much, he withdrew his hand, and simply said: "Doing the right thing doesn't need a reason."

Penny in the operating room moved her fingers as if she felt something, her consciousness was briefly clear, with a kind of inexplicable pity, but this emotion that came from nowhere was quickly overwhelmed by the pain, she seemed to be missing Breathing heavily like a fish in water, she sweated a lot. St. Mungo's healer poured her a lot of potions, which tasted terrible. She tried hard to drink them all, but there was no obvious effect.

"It shouldn't be!" She heard people running around in a panic, mixed with messy voices, coming from far and near, "How come the potion has no effect on her——she still looks very Pain! Is it because she's a Muggle? So wizard's potions don't work on her?"

"Impossible, how many Muggle patients have we treated in the past two years? Potions are always more effective for them." Another voice categorically rejected this guess, and then said. "This is obviously related to the mysterious man. Only his spell cannot be alleviated by potions. How many people are lying on the fifth floor who have suffered irreversible damage for life? Haven't you seen this clearly? Some of those people are still alive. Just being tortured by Death Eaters, this is a curse from Voldemort himself, even a curse, what can we do to solve it? Even if she can be born, that kind of unknown harm is likely to accompany the child for life, maybe not being born would be bad for them A better fate."

Amidst the regretful exchanges and sighs of the therapists, Petunia's heart was gripped tightly, she could barely breathe, her eyes were wide open, tears flowed unconsciously into her temples, and she convulsed in pain.

Can't the wizard solve it too?No magic?Potions don't work either?So... what about her child?

She has two children for seven months... How tense, expectant and cherished is she and her husband waiting for their birth, she can already hear the heartbeat of the children, feel the movement of their hands and feet, they are in her stomach Growing up day by day, they will soon come to this world...

Can't they come?Will Voldemort's curse harm them forever?Why can he act so recklessly?Why do you want to kill whoever you want?Why can such a person live well, and her children may not even be born?

No, it can't be like this, she doesn't accept it.Petunia gasped with difficulty, bit her lips hard with her teeth, her lips were quickly bitten open, and the smell of blood spread in her mouth.She felt extreme pain, and hatred and fear supported her not to lose consciousness. She seemed to be thinking a lot in her mind, but she seemed to be thinking of nothing, and in the end there was only one thought left in her mind.

She wants her children to come into this world, to let them feel the world.

No matter what the children have experienced today, what curses they bear, she will love them well and give them all her mother's love.She doesn't need more children, as long as the two of them, she wants them to be the happiest children in the world no matter what they experienced before they were born.

Her and Eli's child...

The severe pain made her consciousness almost collapse, but her strength firmly supported the last sliver of sobriety.I don't know how long it took before the baby's weak cry finally sounded. Petunia felt her body lighten. She struggled to look at her children and saw them fall to the ground safely. She felt relieved and completely lost consciousness in the next second. Into the darkness of chaos.

I don't know how long it took to wake up again, Petunia's eyelids moved, and she slowly opened her eyes.

still alive.She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, and after she came to this conclusion, the remaining pain in her body slowly emerged.Compared with the severe pain that almost tore the soul before, this was a bit insignificant. Petunia moved slightly, and felt that her hand was being held by someone, and with her movement, the other party also opened it suddenly. He closed his eyes and looked towards her.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Penny bent her lips towards her husband.

She said, "Good evening."

Eli stared at her, clutching her hand in both hands, burying his face in her palm.

Although her whole body is still weak and weak, the wetness gradually coming from the soft palm is clearly conveyed. The tears are warm, and when they touch the palm, the temperature is astonishing, so hot that her heart seems to be distressed cringe.She smiled slightly, moved her fingers, and touched his face lightly.

"It's good enough," she said softly, turning her gaze to find the crib next to him.

It seemed to be protected in some kind of protective cover, and there was a faint light shrouded in the crib.

Their kids in there?Lying down and unable to see the situation inside, Petunia was eager to get up immediately: "Is it our children? How are they? I want to—"

"Brother and sister are fine." Eli held her down in time to prevent her from getting up, and carried the two children to her pillow so that she could see them well.

"Although it's less than a month old, the body is a bit weak, but the therapists have already checked, and there is no major problem." Eli said, took her hand again, and kissed her palm soothingly, "Thank you, Petunia. .”

Was it really a safe birth?Petunia looked at him in disbelief, and then went to look at her two children.

It does look smaller than the full-term children she has seen... Molly's last child was also a pair of twins. She went to see them when they were full moon, and they looked much more energetic and older than her two children. only some.But her children are also fine... They are sleeping peacefully, sleeping peacefully, and there really is nothing wrong with them.

She worriedly pulled off the quilt that wrapped the child, and checked both children thoroughly.There are no missing arms or legs, and the number of fingers and toes is normal. They are beautiful-the newborn baby's face is still flushed and wrinkled, maybe you can't see these, it's just her filter.But she just thought they were the cutest babies in the world... She touched her son's arm with her hand, paused, and then went to look at her daughter.

At the same position on their left arms, there is a black mark.

Not the Death Eater skull logo, but both the location and the pattern are ominous.Petunia stared blankly for a while, then looked up at Eli, showing a bleak smile.

"... What kind of curse is it?" She asked in a low voice, her eyes were fragile and disturbed, and she hadn't shown such a shaky expression for a long time.

There was a brief silence, and Eli shook his head.

"It doesn't matter," he said. "It's not documented, and the effect is unknown, but I don't think it matters. As long as we don't care, it's just an ordinary birthmark."

Petunia took a deep breath, suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"We're sorry for them, these two children..." She said depressedly, gradually unable to control the choking in her voice, "If they weren't in our house, maybe they could have a happier and more peaceful life, instead of being born with An unknown curse, living in fear..."

not like this.Eli sighed softly and went to touch her hand, but before he could say words of comfort, there was a sudden gust of wind in the room with the closed windows.

Warm and gentle, it blows over their sides, bringing a fresh aroma, which makes people warm and relax involuntarily.

The couple were startled for a moment, and looked at each other.

"Your magic?" Petunia asked.

"What? No." Eli shook his head, equally astonished, "I probably haven't learned magic with this effect...is this a kind of magic?"

The couple looked at each other for a while, then suddenly reacted and looked at their two children.

They were still in a deep sleep, but when Petunia and Eli tentatively reached out and held their hands, the breeze and fragrance gently enveloped them, bringing them a breath of new life.

"...two little wizards." Eli said, loosening his brows and smiling, "Yes, of course they are."

wizard?Petunia's eyes fell on her children for a long time, after looking at them, she finally smiled slowly, and blinked away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Once ruthlessly rejected her magic, turned around, and affected and changed her life in another way.

The admission ticket that she longed for but didn't get, now became her child's gift, and came to her together.If everything has its own destiny, maybe because she didn't give up on herself, so the magic didn't give up on her after all.

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Thanks to Muchunhan, Liuhuo, and Yingzi who doesn't like cherries for mine, the grenade that is waiting forever~