Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"That's not me!" Zoe said angrily. "It's all because of you that I have to take responsibility for crimes I have never committed!"

"Sure enough, that woman is in your body? Or is it hiding in an unknown corner and secretly manipulating everything?" The woman whispered, "Then I call you Siegel, no matter who you are, to me It's just an extension of that woman."

"Then you just think so. It doesn't matter to me." Zoe didn't want to pester her anymore, just about to leave, there was a sudden thump in the woman's cell, and she was still very energetic just now. The talker suddenly fell to the ground, looking from Zoe's field of vision, as if the fire of life was about to go out after the light came back.

He was a Death Eater, and even if he was a bad person, he would never repent of what he had done. Being thrown into Azkaban was completely self-inflicted.Zoe gritted his teeth and trot over.She really can't do much, but she still wants to investigate the woman's situation, even if it is a bad person, but at the time of life and death, it is just a life.

I don’t know if it’s too late, or what dementors can do for women. Dementors don’t need to eat or drink, they only act in pursuit of human emotions. This allows them to act as guards by nature. , It is impossible to have pity on the prisoners.

"Hey, hello--" Zoe reached into the railing with his right hand, trying to slap the woman on the face first to see if she could regain consciousness.

But as soon as she got up, the woman who fell on the ground suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled forward. Zoe's body slammed into the cold iron fence. The opponent didn't intend to be gentle to her at all. It was also very big, Zoe's thinking was blank in an instant, and the pain quickly occupied all his thoughts.

The woman got up from the ground, her eyes were cunning and cold, and the corner of her mouth made a triumphant smile. She didn't give Zoe a chance at all. She rushed up and pinched Zoe's neck with her dry hands.

"Do you know what I'm thinking, little mouse?" The woman smiled cruelly, "I do understand the difference between you and Siegel. Kind, innocent, and naive. If it's a person like her, even look at it. No one else will give him a shroud even for a second to put a shroud on him... And you, die here, under my hand. Because you actually showed it to someone who has judged to be very dangerous Pity? You won’t care if the hungry wolf eats your meat."

"From the first second you appeared in front of me, I wanted to kill you!" The woman yelled jealously, "Siegel, Siegel! Why choose that woman! My master, why was this Attracted by a cold and ruthless woman? How can I be inferior to her, whether it is loyalty or fruitfulness, I am the best among the Death Eaters! And that woman who relied on her spoiling and recklessness, how can she go with the Dark Lord? So close?"

Although the message in the words became more and more dangerous, the woman's voice became more and more gentle and deep: "Ah, but it doesn't matter. Whether it is you or Max Siegel, as long as I can seize the opportunity, I will kill them all. It’s too much an eye-opener. You will only make noises about the Dark Lord’s business. I am his most suitable companion..."

Her strength is so small that she does things like putting people to death very slowly. Although Zoe's breathing is a bit sad, she can still spare her energy to see the woman with her, but the woman is already fighting. The strength of the whole body, coupled with the unexpected take the initiative, the advantage very slowly tilted towards the woman.

Chapter 4 Hatred (Part 2)

The woman stared at her eyes as if she was trying to free them from the shackles of her eye sockets. She couldn't wait to see the red face of the girl in front of her gradually turning purple and finally turning into a dead gray."Go to die... Go to die... Both of you are..." The woman kept mumbling, expressing her desire to be fulfilled.

The girl in front of her closed her eyes in pain, and opened it the next second, but she was completely calm.Unlike just pulling with all the strength before, the girl decisively lowered her hand on her joints. It was obvious that her life was caught in her hands, but her eyes were extremely contemptuous, like looking at a bug.

That's right, the familiar feeling is back.No matter how much I ridicule, no matter how I aim at it, even if it is an excuse, I have already pointed the magic wand on the other person's face, it will always be this attitude and always this expression.

"Max!!!" the woman screamed, the look was only a moment, the next second she changed back to the unpleasant and childish look before, but the woman could no longer confine the girl in front of her. After getting a gap, Zoe didn't let this opportunity pass, but took the opportunity to break free and retreated, staring at the angry woman in front of him vigilantly.

"...Hehehehe, hahahahahahaha!" The woman trembled, and she recalled the complicated and humiliating mood of the past.She tried to kill Max countless times, but she was frightened by the look every time. Even if she kept imitating her to torture and kill, she took pleasure in it, but she still couldn't resist the deep feeling like a quagmire. Bottomless gaze.

"Go to hell, bitch." The woman calmed down very quickly, just as she was nowhere to be found when she was angry. "The master will attack here soon and come and take us out. I will stare. You, I don’t know what your plans are, but I’m sure it won’t be a good thing, you will drag us all into the abyss."

Zoe coughed, and she tried to calm her emotions.Her neck was tingling fiercely, and the woman's long nails even cut through her skin and made a few bloodstains. Zoe just touched it lightly with his hand, and the irritation quickly removed.

"Little guy, remember this lesson." The woman's face was hidden in the shadow again, "Be careful next time, they want to pierce your throat with their fangs and tear you to pieces... It’s better to be a good old person and choose a good partner, giggle..."

"Thank you for your practical guidance." Zoe mocked.Turning around, the dementor who has been following her still floats in the same place like a smelly skin, "Hey, does it matter if I die?"

But in fact, Zoe knew that the Dementor did not deliberately intervene when the accident first occurred, because the woman’s mood swings were very high at that time, and he was also very emotional because of the attack. For the dementor, this is not Their ideal food is also a rare fresh snack in this prison.

If women are really going to choke themselves to death, they won't be indifferent, because anyway, they still have to abide by the agreement with the Ministry of Magic and still have to make sure that Zoe is not allowed to die here before the trial begins.

"Hey, I just came here. Then who are you."

"Who told you that this is an equal agreement?" the woman said smoothly, "but I am in a good mood now, so let me tell you-Bellatrix Lestrange. As an accomplice, you have to go with here Do the other people say hello? Look, the little Batty you helped is also there, right there. "Something moved in the dark.

Zoe snorted, turned and left here.

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I heard the rustling sound of the pen tip while writing on paper.Zoe let the pages of the Daily Prophet obscure him, but slightly put down the newspaper to observe the investigator from the Ministry of Magic.She was not in the mood to read the newspaper. Just seeing her own negative news on the front page was enough to make people unhappy.

The Daily Prophet told itself with facts that even without Rita Skeeter, it still has many “good reporters” who can talk about it. Zoe knows very well that the biggest inspiration comes from the Ministry of Magic."Daily Prophet" is a very influential newspaper, and it can even be said to be a collection of public opinion in the wizarding world. No other newspaper and magazine can match its influence.

If the Daily Prophet wants to continue publishing, it is impossible to ignore the secular power and do whatever it wants.It is impossible for those in power who are willing to have something that is not bound, but can have a huge influence on public opinion.Time has passed for about three weeks, staying in Azkaban, you will easily have a bias in your perception of time and become increasingly slow to change day and night.

Zoe needs the "Daily Prophet", which will only publish scornful false reports and inaccurate reports in the coming months or even longer, but it is also a powerful tool to understand the trend of external intelligence and public opinion.

At the same time, if there is a release date on the "Daily Prophet", Zoe can also easily grasp the current time.Although Fudge said that an investigator would come every three days, from a very young age, Zoe knew that adults could lie more quietly than children. If all the initiative was given to Fudge and the Ministry of Magic, what would she do? I don't know when I was betrayed.

Just like now, the investigator in front of me didn't really care what she would explain. He only asked a few questions. Most of them asked her how she felt in Azkaban. Dumbledore’s warning did indeed work. It's like a collar worn on a vicious dog, preventing it from jumping on Zoe.

"Mr. Investigator, have you had breakfast?" Zoe put down the newspaper and asked.

The man didn't answer, but did his own thing."I have known that Azkaban is a hell. After all, everyone has told me that since I was a child. But people like me who are "VIP" can only eat this kind of food..." She said The light-colored soup was pushed under the man's nose, squeezing the parchment paper beside him.

"It tastes very commensurate with its color, won't you take a bite, it smells like water," Zoe said, "I never knew that dementors could cook before that."

"...These are delivered by wizards every day." The man glanced at the plate in front of him in disgust. "What do you think the death row should eat? Do we still have to provide them with Christmas turkey every day? I didn't let these scumbags. It’s a good thing to be bad here."

"You are finally willing to talk to me? You are really a shy adult. We have seen each other for three weeks. This is the first time you are willing to respond to me." Zoe looked at him, "These are not important... I think you must have seized my mail and packages."

The man stopped talking, but the pen in his hand stopped."As long as you want, there are as many excuses... But when can I get my birthday gift? This is a personal item."

"Waiting for your acquittal, but you don't have to think about this... in more than a month, you can only leave this'VIP room', roll to the place where you should go, and rot with those scumbags."

"Impossible, I haven't done anything sorry for people, you won't get anything in the end." Zoe said in a provocative tone on purpose.

"Keep on lying. When we go to St. Mungo to hand over the attendance procedures for the good witness... Just using the Unforgivable Curse can make you go to jail, let alone you use it more than once..." The man was surprised to himself He missed his mouth and lowered his head ironically.

Saint Mungo...Barty Crouch, and the unforgivable spell Max used with her wand, Zoe knew that flashback spells could be used to go back to the spells used in the past. They only need to find Ollivander, and then Let him cooperate with the inspection of the wand, because it was sold from him, and he is obligated to cooperate with the investigation.

The Ministry of Magic did find the right direction, because she did all these things.But it is also good to know a little about the progress of the investigation. After the usual hour, the man left.

Zoe stood in place for more than half an hour before walking to the bookshelf that used to accumulate thick dust. It was only yesterday that she cleaned all these books. This was a huge workload and she didn't have any help. There is no magic wand.

But it was precisely because of this obsession (after all, it would be too boring to stay idle for two months), no matter what a coincidence, she was able to discover something.The bookshelf is in the fifth row from bottom to top, the seventh and the eleventh from left to right, as long as they are pulled out of the bookshelf together, some changes will appear.

After the heavy creaking sound ended, a downwardly extending stone ladder appeared in front of him. At first glance, there was no torch and no lighting, and there was only darkness in the eye.Since she found this hidden space yesterday, she did not go in immediately, but reset everything. The investigator was coming the next day, not to mention that she had no idea what was below.

However, I can’t help but care...Zoe knows that this was once the residence of a wizard, which means there must be a lot of secrets hidden here, but there may be dangers matching it, even if torches and simple self-defense are made. Wooden sticks (knives will be quickly taken away even if they appear in the tableware), it can also be said to be a very unscrupulous move.

Chapter 5 Secret Research (Part 1)

The walkway is very narrow, but at least it has the width and height to accommodate an adult.Leaning on the wall, the visible range is not large, and the darkness in the circle away from the light source is even deeper because of the contrast.

The strange thing was that the dementor's behavior was just wandering around the entrance, but didn't follow it. The invisible part hidden under the cloak was facing her straight, as if asking "Do you want to continue?"The tension in Zoe's heart increased. Originally, she even expected to use the dementors as insurance. If there is any danger below, at least these guards will not allow her to die here.

But this also shows that there are indeed some secrets below. Even the dementors who "settle down" here will not take the initiative to approach here?The downward path was very deep, even if it deliberately moved forward at a slow speed, it took longer than expected to reach its end.

There was a high entrance in front of him, and there was no sound inside.Zoe couldn't help but recall that they had been to the secret room under Hogwarts in the past, but unlike the secret room, there was no trace of surviving creatures.

After drilling into the entrance, I walked a certain distance forward, and the environment became wider.It looked like this was a hall, and the supporting stone pillars cast a tall shadow as soon as they leaned in. The ground was dry, even paved with the floor, but the brick surface was already broken and dusty.Unlike Slytherin's secret room, there are very few extra decorations, and there are no stone statues erected specifically to express the greatness of the founder.Vacant and silent, it seems that even time has frozen.

The temperature in the room is very low, even if you breathe out, you can see a shallow white mist.Regretting why he didn't get dressed before coming down, Zoe moved the torch closer to him.The loudest sound in my ear is the sound of walking.

When he reached the end, a locked door appeared in front of him.The coat of arms on the door attracted Zoe, and the beating of his heart suddenly became a murmur that affected his thinking.The coat of arms is composed of three parts: upper, middle and lower. On the top is the irregular jagged, black scorpion connected by four stars and three lines. The curved body is like a symbol, and the falling scorpion tail is in the center. On the lower ring-shaped zigzag corrugation.

There is no longer any reason to retreat. It should be said that the moment you see this pattern, there is only one choice left.

Echristis was a fifteenth-century black wizard. According to the later records of the Ministry of Magic, he was a scumbag who hid on this isolated island and studied black magic all day long and took pleasure in torturing Muggles. He buried this place for a long time For more than a century, the cause of death was unknown, but it was not until his death that the existence here was finally exposed to the magical world.

Orlando has never systematically let her read the genealogy, nor did she show any sense of expectation that she would be proud of being a member of the family.The portraits on both sides of the walls of Siegel’s old house are never all ancestors. Freaks who would rather be immersed in eternal tranquility and forgotten by everyone must have appeared.