Hogwarts Everything is Three

Later, Pansy entered the house with large bags and small bags bought from a nearby convenience store.

Almost Li Ke, the little witch, discovered something was wrong. The Muggles in the building were no longer there, and the guards in the corridor at the entrance of the stairs were also gone. When she noticed that one of the assistants’ long eyes was carrying something An armed wizard in uniform with an umbrella was looking down on the third floor, Pansy involuntarily squeezed the things she was holding, and her heartbeat speeded up and then she understood - Harris probably was worried that she would be taken away by her. Telling her that she would act in the middle of the night was a pretense. In fact, in order to avoid Ye Changmeng and confidence in strength, they did not plan to wait until the night when the guards were slightly relaxed.

And Pansy was a person who Penello specifically explained before the action that he could not hurt. The umbrellas also knew that today’s action went smoothly because of the intelligence of the little witch in front of them, so there was no obstacle at all. Many people even nodded to her. With a greeting, a blank-faced little witch walked in and acted freely.

Pansy walked in slowly, and his eyes swept over the corpses with wide open doors on the ground. Those were her familiar faces. There were also some people who were still joking with her kindly in the morning. Now they have become cold. dead body. Pansy's heartbeat beats drums next to her eardrums-and understands another misunderstanding, the umbrellas are not Aurors, they have no intention of arresting them.

But just for a while, Pansy stepped on her heavy legs to speed up the steps and stepped up gradually, worrying about her father, she went straight to Renault's house.

Then Pansy noticed Penello and the wolf mother standing at the door of Renault's house. She ignored the combat class professor and her assistant who were greeting her, but peeked in from the door of Renault's house—and then she At a glance, she saw Elizabeth leaning on the ground, her hands straight forward, her head tilted to one side to reveal the wound on the back of her neck, her eyes widened, her pupils had spread, and her pale cheeks were a little distorted. Obviously he was greatly frightened before he died.

This made Pansy leaned against the wall with his legs soft, and the things he bought in his hands rolled to the ground.

"She's still a child!" An old voice came across the door diagonally, and an old Muggle lady with a green silk scarf on her head, a cotton jacket and large-frame glasses walked out tremblingly. . As if her neck couldn't bear the weight of her head, yes, her head dropped to her chest, and she reluctantly turned to Penello's direction, and some harsh voice sounded: "Police officer! No matter if this boring family does not have long eyes. What, please be gentle in law enforcement! But there are children!"

"We will, ma'am, please go home first when the police handle the case." Mother Wolf glanced at the old Muggle lady, her voice cold.

The old Muggle lady struggled with her eyes and seemed to still want to talk. Before she could speak, she heard a bang. The sound of cracking glass on her door blasted in the ears of the old Muggle lady, and the glass fragments scattered everywhere. Flying around-this made the old lady shrunk her neck by the sudden sound. She didn't dare to say more. She lowered her head and decided to go back to the room to complain to the police for violent law enforcement. The old lady shook her fist and trembled in her chest. He went back to his room.

Mother Wolf looked at the student with good talent in front of her. She sighed, knowing that there was practice between these Death Eaters and Parkinson’s family. She patted Pansy on the shoulder: "Your father just accidentally suffered There was a small injury, but don’t worry, the doctor is treating it."

Hearing that her father was injured, Pansy couldn't care to say more. She nodded to the wolf mother indiscriminately to express her gratitude. In fact, she barely saw a real dead person. She stepped over Elizabeth on the ground with some soft legs and staggered. When I entered the kitchen, I saw my father's rickety body sitting on a wooden dining chair. There were no scars on his body, but he seemed to have exhausted all his energy, his complexion was a little blue, and his lips were bloodless. on the chair.

The doctor is using a magic wand to cast spells on his scars-I don't know if it is to remove the scars or to stick them together.

The entire room was still full of the smell of white moss, which made Pansy, who didn't dare to disturb the information, understand more or less that the reason for his father's injury was that something went wrong when the Apparition ran away.

Penello, who followed in, did not speak immediately. She was somewhat embarrassed about the accident-after all, she knew that Pansy had a good relationship with Emily, who would support her at home, and she was in Hogg. Watts students...

So after waiting for the doctor to collect the wand and change to another place, the female professor walked over and kicked the student’s boots with her boots to make her feel refreshed. Then she raised her chin, "With the help of Mr. Parkinson , This campaign to encircle the Death Eaters was very successful, and the Ministry of Magic will reward you for abandoning your father who gave us information."

At this time, Pansy's pale face turned to Penello. She understood what Penello meant, just like Lucius did. From then on, Dad was whitewashed-but their distant relatives and friends were the price.

Then the time went back a few minutes ago, and the apparition from the top stairwell of this building moved to his master's room. Before he could stand firm, the guard Stan shouted in a panic.

"Master, it's not good, umbrella..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, the words behind Stan choked in his throat with fright--someone dared to sit on the sofa with his master on his back.

This man’s hair is all white, and even his skin is unhealthyly pale. Layers of raven feather shawls with black cloaks surround his shoulders, and those inlaid orbs have reptile pupils. After he came in, he turned around and stared at him.

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This made Stan instantly recognize the identity of the other party. The hair on his back was instantly erected, and his whole body was stiff as if he had been cast a petrification curse—that was Alan Harris, his hand was actually It swayed over the owner's shoulders like that.

"Yelling and screaming about what it's like, I haven't seen any guests, I'm not polite at all!" Voldemort was a little stiff on the sofa to look a little awkward. He yelled angrily, handsomely. His face burned into a terrible place.

Stan's mouth was half-opened in surprise. He realized that his master had been taken prisoner in an instant. The matter was irretrievable to this point. The black mist that had not completely dissipated on his body rose again from where he was. .

The young Voldemort noticed that Ellen beside him turned his head and looked at the guard. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a long thin flame came out of his mouth. The fierce fire burst out and burst into flames. It became a fire and burned towards Allen, and then his body shook, and the black mist replaced him, and he also launched Apparition to try to get away from here.

Then almost instantly, the black mist in the room dissipated, and Stan felt that the corpse was softer than under his thighs. When his gaze returned, he found that he was also sitting on the sofa. Like the master he had encountered, he separated the two sides of Harris, and this white Alan Harris with hair put his hands on their shoulders.

Harris' eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth raised, his expression as if he was watching a Quidditch game with two good brothers. But the fierce fire that Voldemort had just spit out in the room turned into a giant python. Alan's head was tilted back and a long inhalation made the fierce giant python on top of his head turn into a long thin. The rope slid into Alan's nose and disappeared quickly. Only some hot air proved what had just happened.

Voldemort, who had returned to a sitting posture, had a sullen face and said nothing.

"Are you brave just now?" Allen put down his arm on Stan, and a tissue on a table flew into his hand. Allen carefully pressed his nose with the tissue and blew him. "Despite the coincidence, I haven't trimmed my nose hair recently."