snake catcher

The fact is that according to the protagonist's law, the heroine will not die, but Bill doesn't know it, so of all the people who know about it, he is the most abused person.

It wasn't until Mrs. Geerma happily told him that Mel was out of danger that he sat down on the cold floor collapsed.

He didn't know that there would be even bigger surprises waiting for him tomorrow!

Yes, Maybelle Dalton woke up the next day!

This news reached everyone who was expecting the news in an instant, and Mel's ward was flooded by the sea of ​​people!

Outside the door, there are even reporters poking around!

"Please move, please move!" The obese and cumbersome Mr. Newman separated from the crowd and squeezed to Mel's bed. "Miss Dalton, Minister Fudge, please go to his office tomorrow afternoon!"

"Oh my god!" Hai Ge, who had been huddled in the farthest corner, waved his arms excitedly, "She just woke up!"

Although the others didn't speak, judging from their expressions, they were protesting by Hagrid.

Seeing the angry expressions of the people, Mr. Newman took a half step back, "But, Minister Fudge, order—"

"Mr. Newman, I'll go!" Mel on the hospital bed said, her face was still pale, her smile was like a white camellia, pure and beautiful!

"Yes, Mr. Minister, I did not see what the man who hurt me was like!"

"How would I know what happened after that? At that time, I was under a spell and was in a coma!"

"How did you follow Harry to that place?"

"Of course, it's because of that damned Sphinx. She asked me who I was, and I said my name, but she wouldn't let me pass, so I just misrepresented Harry Potter's name. Then, you You know! I was taken to the cemetery by the Portkey, and then I was attacked by a black figure! Then, I passed out!"

"I'm sorry, Minister, I've already said that I was in a coma about what happened in the cemetery that day, and I really don't know!"

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"Please excuse my rudeness, Mr. Minister, you have asked me eighteen times whether Harry Potter is lying! I was in a coma and didn't know it!"

"Minister, if you have no more questions, may I leave?"

"Well, goodbye, Minister!"

"Of course, Mr. Minister, if I find any clues that may be a prank, I will definitely tell you!"

"Goodbye again! Mr. Minister!"

The next day, in St. Mungo's hospital bed, Mel was a little sad when she saw an article in the Daily Prophet that used her words to attack Dumbledore and Harry, but she didn't regret it.

Everyone thought that Mel didn't remember what happened that night and didn't say anything?

Except, the Dark Lord—

"You were sober at the time, right? Once you heard everything had to happen, right?" The Dark Lord propped his hands on the hospital bed, staring down at Mel with a cold light in his eyes!

At this time, the clock on the wall pointed at 6:[-], it was early morning, and most people were still asleep.

Mel rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked up at the old butler Joey who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.

Well, it looks like I've got a sleeping spell!

Relieved, she straightened her pillow and sat up halfway!

"Who is Voldemort's identified enemy?" Mel squeezed her face to make herself more sober.

The Dark Lord stood up and crossed his arms, "Dumbledore, Harry Potter?"

"That's right!" Mel smiled brightly, picked up a piece of chocolate from the bedside table, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. "Instead of confronting him on the surface, it is better to plot against him behind the scenes!"

At this moment, Mel smiled like a cunning little fox.

Sure enough, the Dark Lord liked Mel's idea, and slowly turned off his anger!

Of course, Mel saw him sneer at the Daily Prophet more than once afterwards.

Mel secretly prayed to Merlin in his heart, hoping that the reporters who slandered Dumbledore in the newspaper would use pseudonyms.

May Merlin bless you, Amen!

After a week at St Mungo's, Mel was declared fully recovered by Mrs Germa and she could be released from hospital.

However, three days later, Mel was taken to the hospital bleeding again, which left the wizards in a hurry and bewildered.

Mel never fully recovered after that, and she remained in the hospital until the end of her summer break without recovery.

During this summer vacation, the relationship between her and Bill heated up rapidly, but she missed the Dementor, she missed Harry's interrogation, she missed the Order of the Phoenix, and she missed the start of school.

On September 9, Dumbledore received a letter from Mr. Dalton, in which he introduced Mel's recent physical condition, and euphemistically proposed that Mel's physical condition, after careful consideration, she would apply for withdrawal from school!

This matter was quickly spread by the gossiping Hogwarts portrait, and then Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and even the elves in the kitchen knew about it.

Hogwarts is talking about it everywhere!

The twins even wrote to Mel one after another, asking her why.If not, considering that Mel's body has not recovered, they might have sent a roaring letter!

Of course, Mel's answer was always that he was weak and beyond his strength.

When replying to the letter, Mel, who was recuperating at home in London, was watching Mr. Bean on TV, laughing out of breath.

"I'm afraid you are the first wizard to withdraw from Hogwarts in the past hundred years, Mel!"

On the beach, on the messy rocks, the Dark Lord thought of this and teased Mel again.

"What did you say?" The wind at the beach was too strong, and the waves were loud. Mel, who was busy looking for the entrance of the cave, couldn't hear what the Dark Lord said.

Seeing Mel's bright red face and flexible movements, the Dark Lord curled his lips and asked her: "Have you found it? The little girl who pretended to be sick!"

Hearing that the Dark Lord made fun of her again, Mel made a face at him, "Not yet? Dad, this is where the information I found from the orphanage is. The entrance of the cave must be hidden. You have to be patient. Ah, here!"

The entrance of the cave was soaked in sea water, and the two quickly slid from the reef into the sea water. As soon as Mel jumped in, he was shivered by the cold.

After swimming for a while, they saw the steps. After climbing up, the two dried their clothes with magic.

The Dark Lord lit up his wand and began to look around, "There are indeed traces of magic, it seems that your foresight is very accurate! Mel!"

Mel blushed and decided to continue lying, "Actually, it's some kind of foresight. I went to find Dumbledore last semester, and there was something in his Pensieve. Did I just take a look?"

[Don't ask if it's okay, I don't know how to lie!It takes a hundred lies to tell one lie, this is really the truth! ] Mel is purely self-imposed and self-inflicted.

The Dark Lord sneered, stopped talking, and began to examine the cave carefully.

Mel adjusted her robe in embarrassment and followed him.

"Now your ability should be able to find out where the mechanism is!" The Dark Lord asked Mel while looking for the door.

"Yes!" Mel nodded easily. After several tossings in the summer vacation, she found that her perception of magic power became more and more acute.

In addition, now that Voldemort has regained his magic power, it is time to step up preparations to deal with him. After much consideration, she made the decision to drop out of school.

"Then you can find it faster than I can!" The Dark Lord rolled his eyes at her.

"What, no!" Mel's face changed drastically, "Those soft bugs on the rocks are too scary!"

Hearing this reason, the Dark Lord became angry.

He decided to find the door quickly, lest he would be pissed off if he stayed here for a long time.

"Ah! Here! Yes! This magic is to be admired," murmured the Dark Lord, "but there is a price to open it!"

After speaking, he looked at Mel maliciously, and took out a knife.

Mel's face, which was originally leisurely, immediately turned green, "Hey, don't you have to need human blood?"

"That's true!" The Dark Lord nodded in agreement, and then added, "But it must be blood with magic power."

Mel let out a long sigh of relief, nodded and said, "This is easy! Just wait!"

"Mimi!"

"What's the matter? Master!"

Mimi soon appeared, still holding a carrot in her hand, and it seemed that she was about to make lunch.

"Mimi, bring me the blood of the unicorn in my lab!"

"Wait a moment, master."

The unicorn's blood slowly sprinkled on the stone wall, and soon a hole disappeared.

The Dark Lord looked at Mel and shook his head, "The blood of a unicorn, a thousand Galleons, the blood of Maybelle Dalton, a silver Sickle!"

Mel was furious: "I lost so much blood during the summer vacation, the blood on my body is precious now! Definitely more than one silver Sickle!"

Looking at Mel's swollen bun face, the Dark Lord rubbed her head, "Okay, okay, it's worth two Sickles, okay?"

That tone was not consolation at all, it was more like a compromise to the unreasonable little girl!

This time, Mel became even more angry!

Angrily, he followed the Dark Lord into the cave.

It was a very strange sight.In front of them was a large black lake, which was extremely wide and endless.The cave was so high that the top of the cave could not be seen. In the center of the lake, there was a cluster of green light, revealing that the darkness around it was so thick that it could not be melted away.

Mel didn't like it here, she wrapped her robe coldly, "That should be where a piece of 'Horcrux' is!"

"Hmm!" The Dark Lord's expression became more serious, and he walked around the lake bank and found the boat after a few times of groping.

The two reached the middle of the lake, and the body in the lake made Mel feel numb all over. She stared at her wand tightly, trying not to look at them.

There is a stone pillar in the center of the lake, and a stone basin on the stone pillar, a pool of green medicine is rippling in it.

Although, I know that the Horcrux is inside, and I also know that as long as I drink this potion, I can get the Horcrux.

But Mel didn't want to do that, she didn't want to have a house-elf drink it, like Voldemort did, or drink it herself, like Dumbledore.

There must be a way, as the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome, Mel doesn't believe it except

The author has something to say: revive with full blood, ho ho!

In fact, I am very easy to satisfy!