Harry narrowly dodged Mary’s Cruciatus Curse, but even so, the curse almost flew past his ears, and he felt a sting on his face, probably cut, It seemed that Mary really didn’t spare any sympathy.

And Mary didn’t even have to dodge the shattering curse he issued, because it wasn’t aimed at Mary at all.The spell slantedly hit the shelf behind Mary, and the prophecy balls fell down and shattered one after another. Others reacted quickly and cast shattering spells around. Dust, glass shards, and wood chips flew around the room, and countless pearls Bai’s figure appeared to narrate their prophecy, and there was a lot of noise.

“Run!” Harry yelled, grabbing Hermione by the cuff and dragging her forward.

When he was about to run out of the language hall, he still couldn’t help but glance back – Mary stood there expressionlessly watching them flee in embarrassment, as if she didn’t care where they would go.

It was obvious that the room was in a mess, but the moment Harry looked away, Mary’s gaze suddenly passed through all obstacles, and met his eyes directly.

She stood there quietly looking at him, for a long while, showing a hint of a sarcastic smile with confidence in her mind.

A chill ran down Harry’s back and up his spine.

Harry was trying to think only of how to get out with his friends, nothing else he couldn’t think of, and didn’t want to think about right now.

After all, they were facing more than a dozen vicious Death Eaters. Although everyone gave full play to their abilities, they fell down one by one. In the end, only Harry and Neville remained sober, and Neville was caught by Bellatrix, and if Harry didn’t hand over the Prophecy Ball, he would undoubtedly end up like his parents.

Harry couldn’t help looking back at Mary who was standing next to Lucius – help us – his eyes begging.He still didn’t want to believe that Mary had really joined Voldemort.

Mary caught Harry’s gaze, but she neither averted her eyes nor responded. She just stood there with calm eyes, neither anxious nor complacent, nor did she intend to intervene at all.

Harry’s heart sank, he had no choice.

But a turning point appeared again, and five members of the Order of the Phoenix led by Sirius rushed in and fought with the Death Eaters.

Harry thought he should probably get out of here quickly with Neville and the Prophecy Ball, so he grabbed Neville’s robes and dragged him up the steps with difficulty – but why is Neville so heavy?

“Harry!” cried Neville, with a hint of panic in his voice, “Harry!”

“What’s the matter, Neville?” Harry asked him irritably.

“My feet (feel) my legs are locked (tied) by something.” Neville said inarticulately, “Oh!” He suddenly fell down as if being pulled back by someone, Harry I missed him all at once, and could only watch him fall unconscious on the steps.

“Neville?” he called.

“This is a duel I owe you, Longbottom.” The devilish voice sounded, and Harry felt his blood froze. Get up in a hurry.

Mary waved her wand gracefully, and a strand of filaments attached to Neville’s feet flashed a silver light from the tip of her wand and then disappeared. Mary looked up at Harry standing on the steps, Reaching out his hand: “Give that to me, Potter.”

Harry didn’t know what to do. He knew he couldn’t give the prophecy ball to Mary, but if he turned around and ran away, Mary would definitely knock him unconscious. As for picking up the wand to fight Mary or something… It was never in his consideration Inside, the odds are zero.

If you can’t win the spell… Harry thought for a while, and finally made up his mind.

“Don’t hesitate, do you have any other options?” Mary walked up the stone steps step by step, one hand stretched forward, the other pointing at Harry with a wand, “You know you now—” She Suddenly his eyes widened, revealing his first bewildered expression of the night.

Harry suddenly dropped his wand on the ground, Mary thought he meant to give up resistance, curled the corners of her mouth, and continued walking towards Harry.But never expected, Harry suddenly looked at her firmly, and just a second before Mary felt something was wrong, he rushed over.

Fuck!That was the only thought Mary had on her mind as they rolled down the steps together.

After all, she fell down the sharp-edged steps. Mary was worried that her wand would be broken, so she had no choice but to throw her wand aside, hugging Harry tightly and rolling down.

“Harry Potter, you–” Mary was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she fell into a mess, her eyes staring, and she couldn’t even think of the curse words for a while.

Harry got up quickly and wanted to run.

But Mary is also a person who has experienced many battles. How could she let him run away so easily, and tripped Harry there with her legs stretched forward.

“Give me the prophecy ball!” Mary no longer had the easy-going look before, her hair was disheveled, her face and body were covered with tiny scars, and she felt as if her left knee was broken.

She gritted her teeth and rubbed towards Harry, feeling that she had never been so aggrieved in her life.

Harry had been tripped by Mary just now and fell face-to-face on the steps, and now he looked no better than Mary: his glasses were almost all shattered, and his face was covered in blood.

“Give me the prophecy ball!” Mary climbed onto Harry and reached for the prophecy ball with a sullen face, but Harry kicked his legs wildly and stretched his arms far away. It took all his strength to grab his collar and not get kicked away.

“You, you! @#￥%…” A steady stream of cursing came out of Mary’s mouth. Harry had never known that Mary could swear so much before.

In the end, Mary, with her rich experience (don’t ask me what experience) restrained Harry’s leg, and pressed Harry’s ankle with her right knee.

“One last chance, give me the prophecy ball.” Mary gasped.

Harry said nothing, but stubbornly turned his head away from Mary.

“You know? I’m tired of counting to three.” Mary forced a smile, “Since you’re so persistent—”

Her right knee lifted slightly and then slammed down.

“Ah!” Harry’s screams echoed in the room, but were soon buried by the sounds of fighting.

Mary’s original intention was to let Harry let go of the prophecy ball because of the pain, but something unexpected happened again, Harry did let go, but——

Clap!

“…………………………………………”

“…………………………………………”

Mary and Harry looked at the shattered prophecy ball silently, not knowing how to react, and because of the noise around them, they didn’t even hear what the prophecy was.

Just when the two people didn’t know what to do next, a Death Eater suddenly yelled in horror: “Dumbledore! It’s Dumbledore! Dumbledore is here!”

Once Dumbledore arrived, the situation was almost one-sided. He just waved his wand, and the half-terrified Death Eaters were tied up just like Mary had tied Neville.

Only two were fighting now, neither of them aware of Dumbledore’s arrival, Sirius and Bellatrix swishing spells at each other.

Sirius leaned down and flashed a red light: “Come on, you can do better!” He laughed.

But he couldn’t escape the next spell.

“Ernest—” Mary cried out suddenly, piercingly.

Everyone stopped their movements and stared blankly at the tall werewolf falling down like a kite with a broken string. Slowly, slowly, like in slow motion, he disappeared behind a curtain .

A brief silence.

“He’s a traitor! He’s from the Order of the Phoenix! The Dark Lord has long suspected that there is a traitor among us, sure enough!” Bellatrix suddenly shouted, looking at Mary viciously, “You can’t get rid of it , little girl! You—”

“Shut up!” Mary looked at her more viciously than she did. Even Bellatrix was stunned for a moment, and then opened her mouth as if unconvinced, but said nothing.

“You, killed, him.” Mary said word by word.

“That’s what he did! He actually stood in front of the Order of the Phoenix, he is a traitor!”

“You killed him.” Mary ignored Bellatrix’s words at all, “Remember, Lestrange, one day—” She didn’t continue, but the burning anger in her eyes made her What she meant was self-evident.

“What? You want to avenge a traitor, a dirty werewolf?” Bellatrix laughed shrillly. “What will the master think when he finds out?”

“…” Mary didn’t answer, and she couldn’t answer. Now she can only smash her teeth and swallow this hatred.

“Mary…” Harry looked at Mary, and spoke with some reluctance.

“Shut up, Potter.” But Mary’s tone was extremely inconsistent with her slightly trembling shoulders at the moment, as calm as ice, “You are also a murderer.”

She struggled to her feet, hopped to pick up her wand, and healed her knee.

Taking another deep look at Harry, who was still lying under the steps, and Dumbledore, who seemed to have no intention of stopping her from leaving, Mary left the Ministry of Magic without looking back.

Returning to Hogwarts again seems like a lifetime away.

It’s the same for everyone.

For Hermione and Ron, the news that Mary was a Death Eater was enough to make them feel overwhelmed all summer.

For Draco, the news that Lucius was caught in Azkaban was undoubtedly another heavy blow to him who was already very fragile.

For Harry –

“Are you sure there are only these people, Harry?” Fudge asked cautiously, with a smile on his face.

Harry looked at the list Fudge had handed him, the names of all the Death Eaters who broke into the Ministry that night.

Malfoy, Dolohov, Crabbe… including the escaped Bellatrix, but one name is missing.

“Yes, those are the people,” he said calmly.

For Mary –

“Where’s Ernest?” Tom asked, and Camille asked with the same puzzled look.

“He’s dead.” Mary paused, and said very calmly.

“…” A moment of silence.

“By the way, do you still remember what I said about making you a body, Tom?” Mary said suddenly, with a smile even showing on her lips, “Since Ernest is dead, you will stay with Voldemort from now on.” Send me a message.”

“But you haven’t prepared anything yet,” said Tom suspiciously.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” The cold smile on Mary’s lips still hasn’t faded, “All I need is an unbreakable oath.”

“Our souls are connected, you will know what I do, what else do you want?”

“It’s very simple, there is only one request.” Mary stretched out her right hand to Tom, “Are you willing to stand by Marie Flamel forever?”

“…” Tom didn’t know how to answer. Compared with Voldemort, he was indeed closer to Mary, but he agreed with Voldemort’s idea of ​​pure blood supremacy, but——

Looking into Mary’s cold and emotionless eyes, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere: “I am willing.”

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Mary officially started the blackening mode, and you are the first to kneel: a certain German