[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 62

On the other side, Larry, who was sitting behind the stone, looked at the red light not far away in horror, and tremblingly took out the double-sided mirror in his robe.

“Larry, why is it you again.” A young blond man with gray eyes appeared in the mirror, staring at him impatiently.

“Lucius! Lucius! Listen to me!” He raised the volume anxiously, and after realizing that his voice might be too loud, he quickly covered his mouth, “This time something really happened!”

“We’ve been here for five days, and I hear you every day,” Lucius said lazily. “Sometimes I don’t want people to know you’re a Slytherin too.”

Larry knew that Lucius was right. This double-sided mirror was handed over to him as one of the emergency communication devices in the front and rear. Unfortunately, he completely failed his trust and opened the double-sided mirror in tears on the first day. mask, and the reason turned out to be that someone from the Holy See rushed in front of him with a knife.

(“Seriously, Larry?” Victoria asked in disbelief, knocking the man away with a Disarming Charm.)

He looked at Lucius’ eyes full of doubts, gritted his teeth and put an illusion spell on himself, then raised the mirror high towards the tent: “If you don’t believe me, look!”

After waiting for a few seconds to confirm that the other party should have seen the scene over there, Larry quickly put down his raised arms and saw Lucius’ dignified expression: “I’ll inform Lord immediately.”

He seemed so anxious that he didn’t even have time to close the double-sided mirror, so he threw it on the table and hurried away. After a few seconds, the ceiling reflected in the mirror shook and turned into Lucius’ face again, “Hold on, Larry, don’t let them find you.”

Hearing this exhortation from his senior brother who was a few years older than him, Larry couldn’t control himself any longer, and burst into tears: “Woo woo woo, then you must come quickly!”

The grass that was frozen in winter was stepped on by someone, making a “rustling” sound. The woman was wearing a black nun’s uniform, and the silver cross on her chest was shining: “Long time no see.”

“Barnold…” Moody said sullenly, raising his wand to give her a death curse, only to find that the magic seemed to have failed.

“How did you escape?” Victoria took a cautious step back and moved closer to Moody. “You should be in Azkaban by now.”

“Perhaps you’re smart enough to see through and even disrupt my plans. But Miss Stark,” Millison Barnold smiled, “the meanness of human nature is something you can’t predict with your self-righteousness.”

“What are you implying?”

“I think you already have the answer in your heart.”

Victoria was a little chilled, and she did have some kind of guess in the moment just now. It has been nearly a month since the events of Hogwarts, and Millison and Edwin are only temporarily held in Azkaban without any formal trial taking place.

Everyone’s eyes were attracted by the first head-on conflict with Muggles three hundred years later, and not many people paid attention to the case that had been solved.

“…but the Ministry of Magic couldn’t have let you go on purpose.” Victoria’s voice was hoarse.

“Of course they won’t let the prisoner go with great fanfare, but creating a few opportunities for me to escape would be easy—”

“Bullshit!” Moody yelled. “You’re a traitor to wizards. What reason do they have?”

“Alastor Moody,” Millison’s eyes were still calm, “you have been an Auror for decades, countless births and deaths, and those who are many times weaker than you have become your superiors. Haven’t you realized what’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing in the wizard’s interest,” she sneered. “Only their own. The Ministry of Magic has no intention of actually convicting me, because that would be a loud slap in the face.”

“Is this alienation?” Victoria said. “I don’t believe they’ll let prisoners with blood on their hands.”

“Believe it or not,” Millison put away his sneer and returned to his calm look, “you just need to know that once I’m officially convicted, at least half of the people in the ministry will be fired— So, what’s an easier way than to make me disappear?”

A young Auror couldn’t bear it any longer: “You have already betrayed us, do you still want to discredit us?!”

“Interesting.” The corners of her mouth twitched, but there was no smile in her eyes, then she turned her head to the side and gave a silent instruction to the people around her.

“Bang—” There was a sudden gunshot, and the young Auror who had just spoken fell to the ground.

“Look,” Millison’s smile became real. “Wizards are nothing without magic.”

“Barnold!!” Moody’s eyes were cracked, and he was about to rush to die with the woman in front of him.

Victoria struggled to stop him, almost being pushed to the ground by Moody because of the power gap, but the next second the old Auror stopped himself—

More than 30 guns appeared in front of them in an instant, and the crisp sound of loading one after another, and they, counting the young juniors who died just now, only eleven people.

This has turned into a hand-to-hand fight. But they were unarmed, and the muzzle of the other party was shining brightly.

Victoria’s left hand was quietly behind her back, and it was still the Alchemy Array that trapped them. Millison stared at her very closely because she had interrupted the formation. She was confident she could escape, but adding the others made things tricky.

While she was still thinking about how to delay waiting for rescue, Millison had already found her hand behind her back and shouted decisively: “Fire!”

Everyone pulled the trigger just as she finished speaking. The tenths of a second seemed like an eternity. She saw the bullets shoot from the muzzle, drawing a steaming trajectory, and just as they were about to touch them, the bullets stopped. in the air.

“You made a mistake, Ms. Barnold.” Victoria said coldly.

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows, and then shouted to her subordinates, “Don’t stop!”

The bullets that kept coming were blocked by the red mist. When Victoria was temporarily relieved, she found that the people around her started to struggle in pain by covering her throat.

“The air around you will be completely evacuated within a minute,” Millison said. “Enjoy a death other than a death curse.”

If she goes to end this alchemy formation, she can’t resist bullets, gets shot and suffocated, and it’s a dead end on both sides. How long until Voldemort arrives, and how long can they hold out?

Ultimately there is only one way: the Reality Gem. Only it can save everyone.

The only time she used it was to save Angela, and she didn’t even have the courage to meet the girl who survived, and left immediately after confirming that it was working.

Just as Victoria was about to call out the Reality Gem from her body, a phoenix’s cry resounded in the sky, and under the moonlight, the phoenix’s fiery red feathers were also covered with a layer of silver.

It’s Dumbledore’s Phoenix!

“Kill that bird!” Millison yelled.

Some guns started shooting at Fox, who was flying in the air, but Phoenix deftly dodged all the bullets and disappeared into the night after releasing his claws and dropping a gray hat.

“…The Sorting Hat?” Victoria didn’t know what to say. Could this be Dumbledore joking with her?

However, the hat just passed through the alchemical barrier they had not broken, and fell straight from the air into her hand, Victoria reached into the hat with some hope, please help me, please help me , she meditated in her heart, and then, her hand touched a cold metal object.

When Voldemort arrived, everyone witnessed the scene—

Victoria pulled out a long sword from the Sorting Hat. She raised the sword high and thrust it into the middle of the formation, the soil covering most of the sword.

The formation was destroyed, and the red light disappeared in the frozen grass.

“Milison Barnold!” the girl roared angrily, drawing her sword with one hand and rushing towards the woman in front.

Millison didn’t seem to expect that the situation would be reversed in this way, and pulled out his wand in a panic: “The obstacle is heavy—”

The red mist on Victoria’s hand interrupted the spell, and she got closer and closer.

“Gouging out-”

Blocked again.

A desperate Millison uttered the final spell: “Avada—”

This time, she still didn’t cast the full spell, but it wasn’t because she was interrupted.

She looked at the sword that was inserted precisely into her heart. The blade was sharp and smooth, reflecting her current appearance like a mirror. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at herself in a black robe belonging to a nun with fascination.

I die in the light of the Lord, mother.

The author has something to say: Seeing some babies in the last chapter are seriously guessing who the believers are, I bowed my head in shame… I’m sorry, it’s our old friend Millison!

Half of the plot and dialogue in this chapter are alluding to an event in recent days, I hope you can understand.