Chapter 1323: Were You Brave Just Now?

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Later, Panxi entered the house carrying large and small bags of things bought from a nearby convenience store.

Li Ke, the little witch, almost noticed something was wrong. The walking Muggles in the building were no longer there, and the guards in the corridor at the entrance of the stairs were also missing. When she noticed that the long eyes of one of the teaching assistants were carrying a few An armed wizard in an umbrella uniform was looking down from the third floor. Pansy involuntarily tightened her grip on the things she was holding. Her heartbeat accelerated and she suddenly understood - the Harrises were probably worried that they were being legilimensed, so Telling her that they would act in the middle of the night was a pretense. In fact, in order to avoid long nights and to be confident in their strength, they did not plan to wait until night when the guards relaxed a little before taking action.

And Pansy was the person Penello had specifically told her before the operation that she could not be harmed. The protective umbrellas also knew that today's operation went smoothly because of the information from the little witch in front of them, so they did not stop her at all, and many people even nodded and slapped her. He said hello and allowed the confused little witch to come in and move around freely.

Pansy walked in slowly, her eyes scanning over the corpses lying on the ground with the doors wide open. Those were familiar faces to her, and some of the faces that had been greeting her kindly and jokingly in the morning had now turned cold. dead body. Pansy's heartbeat was beating against her eardrums - she also understood another misunderstanding. The Umbrellas were not Aurors, and they had no intention of arresting them at all.

But after just being stunned for a moment, Pansy stepped up her heavy legs and climbed the steps a little faster, gradually speeding up her pace. Worried about her father, she went straight to Renault's house.

Then Pansy noticed Penelo and Wolf Mother standing in front of Renault's house. She ignored the practical class professor and her teaching assistant who were greeting her, but looked in through the door of Renault's house - and then she At a glance, he saw Elizabeth lying on the ground. She held her hands straight forward and turned her head to one side to expose the wound on the back of her neck. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils had dilated, and her blue cheeks were a little distorted. Apparently he was greatly frightened before his death.

This made Pansy's legs weak against the wall, and the things she bought rolled to the floor.

"She's still a child!" An old voice came from a crack in the door diagonally opposite, and an old Muggle lady with a green silk scarf on her head, a cotton-padded jacket and large-frame glasses walked out shakily. . As if her neck could not bear the weight of her head, her head dropped to her chest, and she reluctantly turned in the direction of Penello. A harsh voice sounded: "Officer! No matter what happened to this annoying family with no eyesight. What, you should be gentler in enforcing the law! But there are children here!"

"We will, ma'am. Please go back first while the police are handling the case." Mother Wolf glanced at the old Muggle lady, her voice cold.

The old Muggle woman raised her eyes with great effort as if she wanted to speak. Before she could speak, she heard a bang, and the sound of the glass on her door breaking sounded in the old Muggle woman's ears, and the glass fragments scattered in all directions. The old lady was so frightened by the sudden sound that she shrank her neck. She didn't dare to say anything. She lowered her head and decided to go back to her room and complain about the police's violent law enforcement. The old lady clenched her fists in her chest and trembled. He went back to his room.

The wolf mother looked at the talented student in front of her. She knew from the intelligence that there was a practice between these Death Eaters and the Parkinson family. She sighed. She patted Pansy on the shoulder: "Your father was accidentally injured." A little injured, but don't worry, the doctor is treating you."

When Pansy heard that her father was injured, she didn't care to say anything. She nodded casually to the wolf mother to express her gratitude. In fact, she had hardly seen the real dead. Her legs were weak and she stepped over Elizabeth on the ground, staggering. Entering the kitchen, I immediately 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 face was a little blue and his lips were bloodless. on the chair.

The doctor was working a magic wand on his scars - whether to remove them or to glue them together, I don't know.

The whole room was still filled with the smell of white moss, which made Pansy, who didn't dare to disturb the information, more or less understand that the reason why her father was injured was because something went wrong while apparating 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 considered to be in Hog. Watts students…

So after waiting for the doctor to put away the wand and change it to another place, the female professor walked over and kicked the student's boots to bring her back to her senses. Then she raised her chin and said, "With the help of Mr. Parkinson, , this operation to suppress the Death Eaters was very successful, and the Ministry of Magic will reward your father for turning over the dark side and providing us with intelligence."

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

Then the time went back a few minutes, and he apparated from the stairwell on the top floor of the building to his master's room. Before he could stand up, the guard Stan shouted in panic.

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

Seeing the scene in front of him, Stan's next words suddenly choked in his throat with fear - someone dared to sit arm-in-arm with the owner on the sofa.

This man's hair is all white, and even his skin is unhealthyly pale. Layers of raven feather shawls and black cloaks surround his shoulders. The orbs inlaid on his body have reptilian pupils. After he came in, everyone turned around and stared at him.

This made Stan immediately recognize the identity of the other party. The hairs on his back stood up instantly, and his whole body was as stiff as if a petrification spell had been cast. That was Alan Harris, and his hand was actually Putting it on the master's shoulders like that.

"What do you think you are yelling at? I didn't see any guests. You are not polite at all!" Voldemort sat on the sofa and his body was so stiff that he looked a little awkward. UU reading www.uukanshu.net His face was on fire, terrifying from afar.

Stan's mouth was half open in shock. He instantly realized that his master had been captured. Things were irreversible at this point. The black mist that had not completely dissipated on him rose from his position again. .

From the corner of his eye, young Voldemort noticed that Allen beside him turned to look at the guard. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a long and thin flame came out of his mouth. The fierce fire burst out and burned to the ground. It turned into a ball of fire and burned toward Allen, and then his body swayed, and the black mist replaced him. He also launched Disapparation to try to stay away from here.

Then almost instantly, the black fog in the room dissipated, and Stan felt the body was softer than his buttocks. When his eyes returned, he found that he was also sitting on the sofa, like the owner who had the same experience, on both sides of Harris, and this white man Hair-haired Alan Harris's hands were on their shoulders.

Harris's eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth raised, as if he was watching a Quidditch game with two close brothers. The fierce fire that Voldemort had just spit out in the room turned into a giant python. Allen tilted his head back, took a long breath, and the fierce fire python above his head turned into a long and thin snake. The rope slipped into Allen's nasal cavity and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only some hot air to prove what had just happened.

Voldemort, who returned to a serious sitting posture, had a gloomy expression and said nothing.

"Were you brave just now?" Allen put down his arm on Stan, and a tissue on the table flew lightly into his hand. Allen pressed his nose with the tissue and blew it carefully. "Regardless of luck, I haven't trimmed my nose hair recently."