HP Midnight Light

- July 1980, 7 - Ministry of Magic Dungeons

"The trial will begin in an hour and a half." With the sound of rattling iron chains, Signus's seat was pulled towards the table, and the Auror who walked in placed in front of him a picture he had seen in the past few days. Passed countless papers, "If you sign now, the Wizengamot will consider reducing your punishment."

Signus raised his eyelids and glanced at the paper: "A hundred years of sex in Azkaban? What's the difference between sex for life?"

"You deserve the dementor's kiss." Auror said contemptuously. He withdrew the paper and replaced the blank parchment and quill. "Now write any 'last words'." Bar."

Signus didn't touch the quill: "Have you found the key evidence?"

"I don't know good from bad!" Auror slammed the iron door hard with a bang.

Signus closed his eyes as the chair slid back into the dark corner of the room.

—after what had happened to Margaret, he had learned to erase those fatal traces.

However, the moment the room returned to silence, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"...the courtroom...the law enforcement department..." The dense footsteps approached Signus' cell, and the iron door was opened again, and five or six people walked in, all of them holding wands and looking vigilant.

Signus opened his eyes in surprise.

"The trial has started early, and the Law Enforcement Department has decided to interrogate you in the third courtroom." The Auror who came earlier stepped forward and waved his wand to let the chains tie Signus's hands behind his back, and the other two walked up Come forward and grab his shoulders from left to right, while the rest of them raised their wands and aimed at him.

"Wait a minute," Signus stood up obediently, "Why do you want to change the courtroom?"

The third courtroom is extremely small, and usually only some dispute mediation takes place there.

"This has nothing to do with you." The Auror gave Signus a hard shove and escorted him out of the cell.

The gloomy blue candlelight on the wall illuminated the dark corridor, and Signus heard disturbing footsteps not far away, and he knew that it was members of the Wizengamot rushing to the courtroom.

"Are you sure you don't have any notes to leave?" asked the leader, looking sideways at the notorious criminal.Those who were sent to the courtroom were either crying bitterly or cursing loudly, but few were as numb and indifferent as him, as if they really didn't care about life and death.

Signus looked ahead and shook his head.The iron gates of the courtroom approached gradually.He didn't want to show remorse, nor did he want to beg the Ministry for mercy.He knew they had no hard evidence in their hands to sentence him to murder, but he knew that if he remained loyal to the Dark Lord until the last moment, when he left Azkaban, he would have a brighter future ahead of him.

Anyway, he has no way to retreat.

"...the hearing will start at nine o'clock in the morning in the tenth courtroom, and the defendant will be escorted to the courtroom from the 27th by the Auror..."

Rodolphus crumpled the intercepted parchment and threw it upwards, then raised his wand and pointed, a small flame exploded in mid-air.Moments later, ashes and scraps of paper drifted down.

This scene stung Rodolphus' heart, and the pieces of paper seemed to mock him as an incomplete person.There was pain from the wound that he would never forget in his life. Rodolphus sneered a few times. Today would be the best time for him to revive his reputation. He must let Bellatrix know how powerful he is.

"This is the Ministry of Magic." Wilkes frowned, "You should pay attention anyway?"

"Shut up!" Rodolphs said through his teeth. Wilkes glanced at him and said nothing.

The two Death Eaters hid behind the wall and glanced at the guards walking up and down the hall and the wizard sitting behind the reception table. The elevator leading to the underground was at the other end of the room.If you want to go down, you have to go through the heavily guarded hall.

"You lead them away, and I'll go find Bostrode." Rodolphus ordered.

Wilkes didn't back down this time: "The Dark Lord asked you to cooperate with me, not to help you." As soon as Rodolphs's face appeared sullen, Wilkes shook his hands "If you are not afraid of the Dark Lord's blame, I can also lead them away."

"Very well," Rodolphus clenched his teeth, and he gripped his wand tightly, "I'll go."

"Create a big mess and get them all out of the way," Wilkes demanded.

"Don't judge me!"

"I do it for your own good. The Dark Lord is not happy that you have disappeared for some time out of nowhere."

Rodolphs' complexion sank instantly, he gave Wilkes a particularly fierce look, and rushed out of the corner where they were hiding——

"Thunderbolt!" he shouted, pointing at the fountain in the center of the hall.Marble and gold exploded and clattered to the ground.

"Ready to fight!" a guard yelled, as they ducked to dodge a barrage of falling stones.Rodolphs took the opportunity to rush in the other direction under the cover of dust.His wand just happened to burst the water pipe, and a fountain shot straight to the ceiling from the mouth of the fountain, and the hall instantly became a mess.

"Dig three feet!" Rodolphs shouted, pointing at the broken water pipe. More and more water poured out from the mouth of the fountain. As soon as the smoke and dust cleared, it was replaced by water mist. Through the sound of rushing water, he vaguely heard several shout.Rodolphus quickly approached the reception seat, and pointed his wand to the wizard's face with alarming speed, "Stunned!" Then he pushed him away and hid himself behind the seat, at the same time the voices of several guards came Come:

"Block the elevator!"

"Notify all departments that a Death Eater has broken into the Ministry of Magic!"

"The elevator is open! Someone has entered the elevator and is going downstairs! Notice——"

The person's words were interrupted by a rumbling sound from deep underground, and Rodolfos noticed that the floor tiles seemed to vibrate slightly, as if a mysterious force sprang up from the ground.He looked down at the ground, and at that moment, a sudden explosion occurred in the center of the hall.Rodolphus was overturned by a huge force before he had time to react, and the reception mat fell down and lay on him impartially.While Rodolphs was out of breath, he realized that this had instead provided him with a natural barrier. Along with the new impact, Rodolphs felt the back of his head hit the wall, his eyes went black for a while, but his ears Not only the yelling of the guards, but also the sound of water——

His spell just now had destroyed the main water pipes in the Ministry of Magic, and a large amount of leaking water was scrambling to rush out of the fountain.

"Armor protection!" Rodolphs reacted quickly and roared, pulling out his wand. He did it in a timely manner. The next second, the terrible water roared, and the Iron Armor Curse barely resisted the water. Rodolphs tilted his head. The stunned wizard no longer knew where he was washed by the water.

After about tens of seconds, there was no other sound in the hall except for the sound of dripping water.Rodolphus carefully pushed away the heavy reception mat.There was a mess in front of him, and the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic was submerged to the calf and became a vast ocean.Crushed marble and gold were scattered throughout the hall, and the fountain was completely destroyed, with several lifeless guards crouching near its remains.

Rodolphus staggered himself to stand up, and he limped towards the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, hiding himself in a blind corner.

Wilkes made his way unhindered to the strange door he knew was the door to the dungeon: it seemed to be composed of pale golden dust, neither solid nor empty.

He looked alertly at the empty corridor behind him, then took a deep breath, and hesitantly stretched his left arm through the mass.Nothing but a sticky feeling.Wilkes drew his left arm back uncertainly—everything was normal, unscathed—and then stepped back, took a deep breath, and ran toward the cloud of golden mist.

A sense of suffocation came.Wilkes felt his whole body being stuck, and he struggled so desperately to get out of the golden mist that he was about to let go of his wand.Then that power suddenly disappeared, he staggered out of the golden mist and fell to the ground, his wand rolled away for a certain distance, and what appeared in front of him were two neat rows of prison cells with black iron doors tightly locked , only the number plate hanging by the door reflects the blue candlelight on the wall.

Is this journey too smooth?

Wilkes glanced back at the golden mist, which shone innocently in the candlelight.

He picked up his wand. There were no guards in the dungeon, but he didn't know if there were any prisoners in those rooms.Wilkes walked as lightly as possible and walked to room 27.

He pushed the iron door lightly.

no response.

He knocked lightly on the iron door.

no response.

"Alahoo is open." He whispered.

The iron door opened slowly, and it was pitch black inside, with no lights on.The faint blue light in the corridor leaked in a little, illuminating the outline of a chair, and Wilkes vaguely saw a person chained to it.

"Lumos," said Wilkes, raising his wand so that the light fell deeper.The man slowly raised his head as if he had sensed the light——

"Drop your wand, Death Eater," said a voice behind Wilkes.

"Where is your companion?"

"Lestrange, come out! Your accomplices have already recruited!"

Rodolphs' heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he poked out half of his head quietly, only to see a group of Aurors spreading out to search for him, and two of them were dragging a person like a dead dog. Wilkes.His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, with bloodstains hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he was half paralyzed on the ground.

"Where's Lestrange?"

"He's going there..." Wilkes raised his finger and pointed to the direction Rodolphs had just left. "This is what he... did..." He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The elevator has been blocked, he must still be on the first floor!"

Rodolphs took a step back in fear. He glanced at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic not far away, where the fireplace was still beating green flames.After thinking for three seconds, Rodolphs turned around and rushed towards the nearest fireplace without hesitation—

boom!

He slammed into an invisible wall, and was thrown to the ground violently at the same time as a shrill siren echoed in the hall.

"Someone's at the entrance!"

A series of footsteps rushed towards him.

Rodolphus grabbed his wand in panic, and the moment he stood up another voice sounded—

"Forget it all!"

-June 7th - Parkinson Manor

"A boy!" Frank declared excitedly, rushing into the house, looking at everyone in the living room.The Aurors rushed forward to congratulate him one after another. Frank grinned to accept the congratulations from all directions, with a smirk of the joy of being a new father on his face.

"What's his name, Frank?"

"Neville!" Frank was almost yelling, "he looks a little more like Alice, especially with that little round face... he was sound asleep when I left." He shared his joy with everyone incoherently. .

"You should hurry back," another Auror reminded.

"Yes, I just wanted to share this good news with you." Frank waved his hand.This group of Aurors had been ordered to guard the Parkinson Manor at every step since more than ten days ago. The good news brought by Frank immediately diluted the impetuousness and impatience caused by the passage of time.

At this time, a gray and brown owl landed on the windowsill with a letter in its beak.It bears the Ministry of Magic coat of arms.

"A letter from the Ministry of Magic. You can just read it." An Auror stepped forward and took the letter and handed it to Frank.

He took it and took it apart and began to read, Frank's eyebrows furrowed and relaxed as the reading progressed.After a while, Frank raised his head and looked around at everyone: "Bostrode was taken to Azkaban a few minutes ago. This is the punishment decided by the Ministry of Magic to punish Parkinson after deliberation."

- July 7st - Potter's Old House in Godric's Hollow

"Hush!" James made a silent motion to him, "He just fell asleep, if you wake him up I'll turn you into a dog toy."

"It's a threat that makes people feel overwhelmed."

Sirius watched as James walked softly into the bedroom, then bent down to lift a small thing wrapped in a blue blanket from the cradle beside the bed.A few seconds later, James tiptoed out of the bedroom more and more, and Sirius leaned forward to see the pink, sleeping baby.

"He looks exactly like a replica of you." Sirius whispered, "Look at this hair, this nose, this mouth, it's just 'duplicated'!"

"That's not necessarily the case, maybe his eyes will be the same as Lily's." James glanced at the clock. "Okay, it's been an hour since Harry was born! Shouldn't you applaud?"

"You don't celebrate every hour, do you?"

James didn't bother to talk to him: "So, you will come to be Harry's godfather?"

Sirius scratched his hair: "Oh...uh...maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"I mean, if he's as mischievous as his daddy is, I'd love it. But if he's got his mommy--"

"I'm not asleep, Sirius, I can hear what you're saying." Lily's voice came from the bedroom, Sirius raised his eyebrows, and James smiled foolishly:

"He broke a hundred school rules on the first day of school."

"Can I hug him?" Sirius asked.

"Of course." James clumsily instructs him on how to hold a baby. "No, no, you can't move your hands like that... relax and hold his neck. Hey, take it easy- Padfoot why are you so stupid !"

"James!" said Lily sternly, "you'll scare Harry!"

"I'm sorry, dear." James immediately said softly to the infant Harry, "good son, dad just made a comment or two, Harry is good, Harry continues to sleep..."

Harry was indeed not woken by his father's yelling.Sirius gently shook the godson in his arms:

"Hi, Prongs, I'm Padfoot."

Of course Harry wouldn't respond, but Sirius blinked quickly.

"Remus and Peter will be here later." James changed the subject carefully, "shall we have a drink together?"

"Peter's matter can be over." Sirius said after a moment of silence, "He has been tortured for a long time."

James patted him firmly on the shoulder.

- an hour later - unnamed castle in cumbria

The Dark Lord closed his eyes, and Nagini climbed into his lap.

The Death Eaters were silent, their pale faces turned to the Dark Lord, waiting for his next words.

The Dark Lord's lips moved slightly, and the name came out in a cold, flat, cruel voice: "Harry Potter."

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. Wilkes is just an abandoned son of the Rozier father and daughter.

2. The description of the Golden Mist part refers to the third level of the original "Goblet of Fire".

3. I personally think that the reason why Voldemort finally chose Harry was that he felt that Harry's birthday was closer to the end of July.

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