HP Midnight Light

- March 1979, 3 - Ministry of Magic Courtroom Ten

"Have you ever been inside, Sirius?" Hyacinth couldn't help but feel a little scared when she walked towards the courtroom: those stone walls, torches, and black doors with iron locks could easily remind people of some bad things.

"No, don't be afraid." Sirius said seriously, "I swear this is not the scariest place in the wizarding world, Azkaban is definitely scarier than here... Oh, of course, my home is probably the scariest place in the world .”

Hyacinth was amused.

"Answer what the judge asks you truthfully, and try not to mix personal emotions. Answers should be concise and clear." Sirius warned, "Don't worry, no one will embarrass you."

At the same time, the door was pushed open, and Edmund Parkinson walked out of it expressionlessly: "The judge invites you to go in, Miss White."

Hyacinth's heart was pounding.Sirius pushed her gently: "Don't be afraid, I'll be right here waiting for you."

Edmund made a "please" gesture, Hyacinth crossed her fingers under the sleeves of her robes, and she entered the courtroom.

The courtroom was large and cold.The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.On either side were rows of rising seats filled with faceless wizards in Wizengamot robes who had been whispering.The center of the hall was divided into two areas, one side was sitting alone with Ann, and the other side were several strange wizards.When the heavy door closed behind Hyacinth, the room slowly fell silent.Edmund conjured up an armchair for her, then hurried back to the bench, which Hyacins noticed seemed to be filled with important members of the Ministry of Magic.

"The full name of the witness?" asked the leading wizard, Harold Minchan, Minister for Magic.

"Hyacings Lord White."

An suddenly turned her head and looked straight at her.

"Your relationship with plaintiff Aurora Smith?"

"We were roommates and had a good relationship."

"According to our existing records, you moved into Wu's Orphanage from your original residence in Greenwich on March 1973, 3, but you officially moved in on June 17 of the same year, correct?"

"Correct."

“因此你与奥罗拉·史密斯在1973年6月29日认识？”哈罗德·敏坎问道，“你们的关系从那时起一直维持到今天，1979年3月31日？”

"Yes."

"Given the special circumstances of this case, the Wizengamot needs to determine whether the defendant is guilty based on the testimony of witnesses, so you must truthfully answer all the following questions, keep the details of the interrogation confidential, and allow the clerk of the Ministry of Magic to record—do you agree?"

"I agree."

"Very good." Harold Minkan pushed his glasses, and Edmund kept writing, "Please describe the scene when you first met Aurora Smith, and provide as much information about the plaintiff as possible. detail."

"The first time we met was in our bedroom at Wu's Orphanage. The female director introduced us to each other. Miss Ann-Smith greeted me first, but I didn't respond." Hyacinth paused, " I remember she was looking thin, haggard, and ill-complexioned, and the matron explained to me that Miss Smith had been sickly and that we had been arranged to live together because Miss Smith could have a quiet period while I was at 'boarding school'. healing environment."

"You mentioned a question about Aurora Smith's health, please provide more information about it," Harold Minchan demanded.

"Miss Smith has always been sick, and she explained to me that it was caused by a serious illness when she was seven years old. I witnessed Miss Smith's attack three years ago, and then I learned that she was suffering from acquired asthma. I During her last summer at the orphanage, Miss Smith's health seemed to improve." Hyacons said, noting that many members of the Wizengamot were whispering, "I don't know much more than that." details."

"Thank you. Be quiet!" Harold Minkan knocked on the table and continued to ask, "Has Aurora Smith ever talked about her past? Like her hometown, her parents, why she came to the orphanage?"

"No. Miss Smith said that the serious illness that year caused her amnesia."

"Does Aurora Smith in your memory suffer from intermittent amnesia, unresponsiveness, confusion, or anything of the sort?"

"No."

"Has she ever talked about something supernatural? Or anything to do with the wizarding world? Or showed a desire for magic?"

"No."

"Has she ever acted erratically?" asked Harold Minchan. "Whatever."

"No."

"In your recollection, has anyone ever visited or offered to adopt Aurora Smith?"

"No." Hyacinth felt the need to emphasize again, "They don't want to adopt older children with poor health."

"I see. Do you know, then, that Aurora Smith has had any dealings with anyone other than socially necessary?"

"No. She rarely leaves the orphanage."

Harold Minchan raised his voice: "That is to say, apart from her illness and amnesia caused by high fever, Miss Aurora Smith is no different from ordinary Muggles? And knows nothing about the wizarding world?"

"Yes."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Thank you for the information, Miss White, you may leave," Harold Minchan said. "Adjourn. Please have St. Mungo's healers come and extract and restore Aurora Smith and Gavin Green. Glass' memory."

The wizards of the Wizengamot stepped down from their seats one after another to gather and talk.Hyacinth hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute—" Ann suddenly called out, or she should be called Aurora now. Judging from the implication of the Minister of Magic, Hyacinth thought they had enough evidence to prove Ann's identity.

"Sorry, Miss Smith, you must—"

"Hyase!" Ann chased up and blocked her way, her expression unexpectedly looked a little angry, "You never told me you were a wizard."

"I'm sorry! But I have to hide it. This is a requirement of the Secrecy Act." Hyacinth tried to avoid Ann, but she stubbornly stopped in front of her.

"So you don't go to a boarding school at all, you go to a magic school, don't you? This is also the reason for our communication barrier - the "Secrecy Act"!" Ann moved closer and lowered her voice, "When this group of people came to the door At the time I thought they were crazy! It turned out that this is all true, there is another world in this world! And you are one of them!"

"Miss Smith, St. Mungo's therapist is waiting for you." A staff member of the Ministry of Magic stepped forward, but Ann refused to go with him:

"I don't want to come here at all. They forced me to attend the trial!" Ann looked back at the Smith family who was watching coldly. "So what is this? Why are they here now to destroy the life I am already very satisfied with? I am willing to continue my life." Life, what's the point of this trial? I can't see it!"

"Listen, Ann," explained Hyacins hastily, "it's not just about you, it's about other people. You could have had better lives—"

"We won't have a better life! I've figured it out, they abandoned us. What better life is just another way of being under house arrest and pretending that we don't exist!" Ann tried to break free from the Ministry of Magic Blocked by the staff, some wizards looked here, "Hyase, how could you—how could you—you shouldn't be here to testify!"

"Ann!" cried Hyacinth, "you can't refuse to attend the trial, do you think I can? And..."

The staff of the Ministry of Magic warned: "Miss Smith, please calm down. Otherwise we will have to take strong measures."

"Listen to them or you'll be stunned," cried Hyacinth. "Ann, you don't understand. You think your fortunes are good now, but if the Squib problem isn't fixed, there will be More people keep getting hurt. Like William, don't you think he's doing well too?"

Ann froze for a moment, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic took the opportunity to distance her from Hyacinth.

"Smith and Greengrass, what does that mean in your world?"

Hyacinth looked at her and said, "In Muggle terms, they are all rich. The only difference is that your last name is older and nobler."

Ann didn't speak in a daze.Hyacinth watched her, and saw something in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Take Miss Smith away." Edmund stepped forward and said, "The court will resume in three or ten minutes."

"Please go here." The staff of the Ministry of Magic dragged An into the side door.Hyacinth sighed, opened the door and walked out of the courtroom.

"How's the situation?" Sirius asked.

Hyacinth showed a complicated expression, and at the same time she found that Sirius' hands were cold: "It's too gloomy here, let's leave quickly."

"Sirius."

A wizard in the robes of the Wizengamot stepped out and called to him.

"Hello." Sirius clenched his hands a little, and he unconsciously put on a provocative tone, "I didn't expect you to attend the trial, so which side are you going to vote for?"

Hyacinth guessed at once that it was Sirius' father, Orion Black, and at the same time she was displeased to see Edmund leisurely strolling aside with an expression of watching a show, talking with great interest. Watching the broken father and son.

"It's still too late for you to repent." Orion ignored Sirius' words, "The Black family will accept the prodigal son who turns back, and don't go further and further down the crooked road."

"You guys are going farther and farther on the crooked road." Sirius smiled softly, "What's the matter? What's the plan of Regulus' good master? He actually made you condescend to talk to me .”

"Be careful what you say!"

"You have no right to tell me what to do."

Orion's gaze fell on Hyacinth: "Your mother will welcome her, too."

"It's better for you to tell Regulus." Sirius showed an unruly smile, "Take it easy, Olaine—don't let others watch a good show for no reason."

Olaine frowned, and found Edmond who was watching: "What are you doing here?"

"Just a moment's rest, sir." Edmund shrugged.

"Then you'd better find a quiet place."

Edmund bowed lightly, stepped back and left.

"You will definitely vote against it." Sirius seemed to want to anger Orion, "I haven't forgotten a name that was burned on the family tree—"

Orion seemed to be burned: "He is no more Black than you!"

"Very well, I hope you can remember this." Sirius turned around with a hint of sarcasm, "Let's go."

He also seemed to be irritated by Orion, walking so fast that Hyacinth had to trot all the way: "Sirius, Sirius!"

"I'm sorry." He stopped suddenly, and Hyacinth tripped over his robe, and Sirius reached out to support her in time, "I want to fight with them as soon as I see them."

"It's okay." Hyacinth shook his arm, "Anyway, you've already distanced yourself from them."

"Yeah..." Sirius sighed, "But why haven't they forgotten about me?"

"Take what he's saying," said Hyacinth carefully. "The Dark Lord seems to be interested in you."

"The Dark Lord has always been very interested in this kind of combination of brothers, sisters, father, daughter, father and son, as if this can further enhance the combat effectiveness." Sirius pressed the button of the elevator, "Try not to go out alone during this time, do you know?"

Hyacinth thought so, so she turned to another request: "Can you teach me some fighting spells? After all, you can't always run around with me."

"I think it's about time." Sirius pondered for a moment, "By the way, your current wand has managed to survive its first year of life."

Hyacinth raised her foot and stomped on it: "My first wand lived almost to the age of four! If it weren't for you, I'm sure it would have lived a hundred years."

"Can this also be my fault?" Sirius quibbled, "If you had put my portrait on the headboard of the bed from the very beginning, nothing would have happened."

Hyacinth sneered back.

- April 1979, 4 - McKinnon family residence

Two people walked into the house one after another carrying a lot of things: "Shh, we have to act fast!"

"Yes, I will be responsible for the decoration of the living room, and you will make the cake." Mr. McKinnon turned on the light in the living room, "But do you think the ribbon should be pink or purple?"

"Then it's all in use." Mrs. McKinnon came to give a demonstration, "You overlap the two ribbons like this, and then fold them into a bow... Yes, the wand should be shaken slightly, otherwise it will be broken." Crumple up the ribbon..."

"I'll make the balloons first, it's too complicated." Mr. McKinnon waved his wand with a smile and directed the balloons to inflate automatically. "When will Marlene come back?"

"Eight o'clock, I guess? I asked Mary to delay as long as possible," Mrs. McKinnon reminded. "Don't forget that the guests are coming at 07:30, and we have to get it done before then."

"Yes, yes, I know." Mr. McKinnon let the balloon spell out Marlene's name on the wall. "It's really embarrassing for Mary, Merlin, the toad potion is not good!"

"But that's the best idea I can think of." Mrs. McKinnon pouted, and went into the kitchen and started busy making cakes. "Is Blake the only one who said he would be absent?"

"Yes." Mr. McKinnon found himself unable to handle the ribbon. "I'm going to start knitting. I hope I'm a handy man."

"You're a wizard, dear!" Mrs. McKinnon changed the subject. "Marlene said that Black was being cold to her, and I think it's probably the Slytherin girl who's causing trouble."

"On the bright side, maybe it's our Marlene who makes her feel threatening." Mr. McKinnon awkwardly braided a bow.

His wife was busy preparing the cream: "So there are children of the same kind of parents. Sherry Prewett was not arrogant and domineering before, but she went down after finding out that she was a Squib—"

"Hey, you have to admit that you were jealous of Shelly being favored at the time. But it can't be helped, she is the youngest daughter of their family, and she is so pretty. But John is a good person, optimistic, smiling all the time, Tells a bunch of jokes. I remember a lot of girls liked him, right?"

"It's a pity that a good man doesn't live long, and he married a squib. I thought John's brain was broken."

"Who called them childhood sweethearts?" Mr. McKinnon heard rustling voices from the kitchen, "What are you doing?"

"Try a Muggle piping bag, maybe Marlene will like it." Mrs. McKinnon said, "Oh, it's very useful..."

There were some noises in the courtyard, as if someone pushed open the courtyard door.

"who's that?"

"Maybe I ordered the flowers, but I remember I asked them to deliver them later." Mr. McKinnon stood up and walked to the door, but just as he entered the hall, the door was suddenly pushed open .

"It's them!" Mr. McKinnon's eyes widened. "They're coming! Edith—" He reached for his wand, but found nothing. Remembering that he had dropped his wand on the living room rug just now.

"Passed out!"

Mr McKinnon's body was thrown against the cabinet.

The leading man in black walked into the kitchen, and Edith McKinnon screamed—too stupid, too relaxed... She wasn't holding a wand either, a wizard must never let his wand be within twenty centimeters of him out of the way.Picking the day of the raid for their daughter's birthday was an indescribably good idea!Yes, they foolishly removed the protective charms to make it easier for their friends to come and go, and they even forgot their wands, thinking that nothing would happen in just a few hours...

"There are many obstacles!" The man in black laughed and pulled off his hood, and Dolohov watched Edith McKinnon being knocked to the ground by the invisible barrier proudly, "Go and control the man, we Come and interrogate this terrific couple..." The end of his wand shot out a rope and bound Edith tightly.

"When are the others coming? Huh?" asked the other, drawing his wand and pressing it to Edith's chin.

Edith spat hard: "Go to hell!"

"Show her some color, Yaxley," laughed Dolohov. "Wake him up, McNeil."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The first sound Andrew MacKinnon heard when he woke up was his wife's screams.

"Let go of her!" He struggled fiercely, "If you have the ability to attack me, what kind of ability is it to torture a woman—"

"Crucio!" McNeill laughed, "As you wish."

"Don't go too far, two, we still have something to ask." Dolohov raised his wand and pointed it at Edith. Kinnon knew Occlumency.

"Then give her some distracting thoughts. Cruciate!" Andrew screamed and slid from the chair to the floor, but he was still panting and struggling: "I would rather die than betray anyone else! Edith, everything Don't tell them, don't let them know anything—"

"Avada Kedavra!" The green light illuminated the golden balloon in the living room and the cream that was slowly dripping off the counter in the kitchen.

"Andrew! Andrew!" cried Edith.

Andrew McKinnon lay prone on the ground, motionless.

"Go and search their rooms," Dolohov told McNeil, winking at Yaxley, who went into the kitchen knowingly and picked out a sharp fruit knife.

"Legislasia!"

"Get out of my brain!" Edith yelled, trying her best to keep her mind blank, she knew she must not let Dolohov invade her mind, "Ah!" Pain, Edith twitched, and at the same time Dolohov easily broke through her defenses.Edith tried to concentrate, but it was too late, and Dolohov caught a glimpse of something—

"Nice job, Yaxley."

"Found what you wanted?" Yaxley giggled, and a cruel smile crossed Dolohov's face:

"Not a lot...but better than nothing."

At this time, McNeill came back with some things: "This is a photo in the study, and there is an address book with several addresses on it."

"It seems that you didn't deal with everything in time, did you?" Yaxley put the blade on Edith's face and slid it down slowly, enjoying the wonderful sight of blood flowing and Edith's cry:

"Go to hell!" she cried. "The Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix sent you to Azkaban!"

"Shut up, woman!" Yaxley stabbed Edith in the stomach. "Dolohov, can I handle her?"

"As you please." Dolokhov turned Andrew's body over with his foot, rummaged in his pockets for a moment, and found only an order for flowers, "Forget it! Let me give it to dear Marlene McGinn." Nong left a small memorial."

Yaxley laughed and stabbed into Edith's body again and again. Her eyes slowly protruded and a bloodstain leaked from the corner of her mouth, but she still cursed angrily, but her voice became lower and lower: "You Would you like to give it a try, McNeill? A great way to reduce stress!"

"Just leave it to me for the last time." McNeil stared at the group photo taken by the Order of the Phoenix, "I saw a lot of new faces."

Dolokhov smiled and directed a quill on the dining table to dip Edith's blood to write a line on the white wall of the hall:

Happy Birthday to Marlene McKinnon!Please check the greetings from the Knights of Volpes!

"Come on, McNeill." Yaxley exhaled heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Edith had already hung her head, dying.

McNeill grabbed Edith's hair and pushed her head back hard, then swung the knife and cut her artery precisely.Edith's blood spurted high, leaving a red flower on the ceiling of the McKinnon's dining room.

"Let's go," Dolohov greeted, "The Dark Lord will reward us."

The three Death Eaters laughed and walked out the door. Yaxley raised his wand, and a huge Dark Mark appeared over the McKinnon family's residence. Green light shone into the house through the glass, and bubbling The blood is slowly drying up.

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Note:

1. [Tenth Judgment Room]: The place where Bella and others and Harry were tried in the original book.

2. [Crossing fingers]: A prayer action that appears repeatedly in the original book.

3. [Rhode]: Rhode, the daughter of Poseidon and Amphitrite in mythology, this name also means "rose" in Greek.

4. The main role of Hyacinth as a witness is to prove how thorough the Oblivion Curse on Anne is, and the charges of "indirect murder" of the Smith family.

5. Sirius' grandpa had a Squib.

6. The killing time of the McKinnon couple should be two weeks after the photo was taken, and there is a modification here.At the same time, Marlene's death time was also delayed.

7. [McNeill]: The executioner in the original "Azkaban".

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