Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"Sirius's house." Steve said with a smile. "When your body recovers, we will take you to transfer."

"Old Black House...that's not, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix..." Ian only had the term left in his mind. "People from the Order of the Phoenix, are there?" He nodded when he saw Steve, "...Why take me Go?" He asked again.

"Although it is no longer the headquarters, but everything is quite complete-what did you say?" Steve interrupted the topic and snorted, "Is it still necessary to ask, I still prefer my former partner to you. Days."

"Really... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You can run away..." Ian looked at him painfully, "Little Barty is coming."

"Wha—"

As if to prove the authenticity of this sentence, a series of noisy and chaotic voices sounded in the living room, the messy footsteps, reprimands, insults, and even the whizzing sounds of magic fired by the uninvited guests when they step on the wooden floor The muffled sound of broken bricks falling on the carpet played a destructive movement.

Chapter 31 Explosion

Steve heard the sound of fighting."What did you do?!" He pulled Ian off the bed angrily, as if to screw his head off, "Why did these guys find—" He looked at Ian's eyes and trembled." It's you!"

"Yes, it's me." Ian smiled bitterly, but such an answer would only ignite Steve's anger.The black shadow zoomed in front of his eyes quickly. Steve’s punch didn’t hold any strength. Ian almost felt that the bridge of his nose was interrupted. The pain made his brain go blank, and his vision seemed to flicker. The smell of blood filled his mouth.

Steve didn't stop, he punched his old friend's abdomen quickly and hard, letting him curl up on the bed and couldn't help groaning."I shouldn't believe you, you weak and useless!" He kicked Ian spittingly, and drew his wand from his pocket. Two black-robed wizards rushed in when they heard the movement and stepped in first. The man in the room ran into Steve's petrification spell head-on.

Xu was to vent his anger. He grabbed the vase on the table and threw it toward the exit. The second enemy raised his vigilance just because his companion fell. He raised his hand to make a split, but was poured by the water splashing from the broken vase. All in one."Tarantella!" Steve roared, and the man's feet began to tap dance wildly uncontrollably.

He screamed and rushed out of the room, and in the living room where the spell bounced back and forth, he ran into a coma spell shot by someone unknown to him, and fell to the ground with a bang, his legs still twitching unconsciously.

"We are here!" He heard Sirius' voice coming from the direction of the stairs.The simple line of defense they built with walls and furniture blocked many attacks, but it had also become tattered.Although Little Batty brought a lot of helpers, due to his unfamiliarity with the environment and the opponent's small and refined combat effectiveness, he did not have the upper hand for a while.

But if this continues, failure is only a matter of time."We have to get out of here, Meg." Sirius frowned and hid in the bunker. The enemy's magic shattered a corner of the wall next to him, revealing a deep hole.The chaos of the attack awakened the portrait of Mrs. Black. She began to scream desperately again. Sirius had to increase her volume to pass the news to Margaret beside her.

Margaret accurately knocked down one of the Aurors approaching here."They know I am not surprised here, but why is it now!" She curled her eyebrows and her expression was ugly. Since Dumbledore's death, all insiders have automatically become secrets at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. Snape, who was worried that one of the insiders would reveal the address of the Order of the Phoenix to Voldemort, Kingsley and the others chose to evacuate, only occasionally using this as a transit point or temporary safe house.

"It shows that our rescue operation was exposed." The only thing to be thankful for is that Harry and the others are not here.Sirius glanced anxiously at the other side. Steve did not respond to his call, and they could not help him. To think of the stairs, Steve had to go through the living room, where Barty was already Occupied by his men.

"Are you ready for the Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse?" Little Batty asked the Auror who was standing in three corners of the living room. They nodded, and the flow of magic power poured out of their wands and circled the ceiling and floor. One circle envelops 12 Grimmauld Place, but this is not a wall that isolates danger, but a cage that imprisons freedom.

"It's been a long time, Steve. How's your vacation going?" His tone was calm as if chatting with acquaintances, but the man filled with anger was obviously not in the mood to chat with him."Very good, sir. After all, I'm thinking about how to smash your handsome face every day, I'm going crazy thinking about it."

"Your friends have said something similar to you." Little Barty said no more, waved down, and pointed at Steve's wands before and shot attacking spells at him mercilessly.He had only time to cast an iron armor curse, and was overwhelmed by the attacking magic, as if something heavy as iron hit his body one after another, making people's hearts numb.His iron armor curse shattered after resisting four curses one after another, and the flogging curse followed and knocked him to the ground, tearing a blood out of his forehead.

"You are different from Ian, you are very dangerous." Little Batty drew out his wand and stopped by the door. "You have nothing to lose except your own life, so you will do whatever you can to achieve your goal." He took the wand out. Aiming at Steve who was slumped to the ground and struggling desperately, the deadly death curse almost silently hit the target.

"No..." Steve tremblingly put his hand on Ian's shoulder, and put his face over to look at him again, hoping that the hollow eyes would shine again.He wanted to grab Ian by the collar and ask loudly why he had to rush to save himself, but the guy who had a sad look at his death could no longer answer this question.

Batty Jr. threw Ian's body aside. It didn't matter to him whether one or two of his men died.At this time, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling from the entrance, and then a very familiar calling sound rang.

"Hermione! Luo—"

Little Batty looked in the direction where the sound was made. Three embarrassed young men squeezed in the shoe-changing area of ​​the hallway. Their robes were covered with dust, and it was almost like a young man who had just emerged from a dirty cave. There was even half a cobweb on his head, and the gray silk was very conspicuous between the tousled black hair.

Little Batty opened his eyes wide. He recognized the boy. He believed that the other party must also recognize him. The beautiful green eyes hidden under the glasses flashed with horror.Little Batty's heart was swallowed by ecstasy. He never expected that this time the results would be so rich.

"Quick, quick... Apparition, quick!"

Little Batty thought for a while, and put down the hand that was about to press the Dark Mark again.The master’s order was to catch Potter before calling him. Little Barty didn’t want Voldemort to think that he was at the same level as those useless wastes. He had to take the credit with his own hands and let the master truly recognize who’s talent. He is his most reliable servant.

"Harry?! Damn it!" The Aurors' attack towards the stairway stopped for a while, and Mrs. Black's portrait was hit by someone's spell. She probably received the shock and stopped screaming.Sirius immediately learned the identity of the speaker from that scream, which was one of the worst situations he expected.

"We must never let them take Harry!" They looked at each other for a moment, and while the Aurors' attention was all taken away by Harry, the two crossed the obstacles, and flames spewed from Margaret's wand. , Ignited the precious carpet that had been passed down by the Black family for centuries, enclosing a wall of fire like a long snake, blocking most of the Aurors in the wall, and Sirius fought against a few scattered Aurors.

Little Batty walked through the fire curtain unscathed. There seemed to be a barrier to protect him from the raging flames. There seemed to be only Harry left in his world, and reason seemed to be unable to stop the scorching madness from the depths of the soul. .

"Can't kill him." Barty grumbled, striding towards the hallway.The battle with Nagini consumed a lot of Harry's strength. He resisted the pain on his body and shot Barty Disarming Charms one by one, but the opponent bounced them off one by one.

"Harry, we can't Apparate! They must have imposed an anti-apparition barrier." Hermione's panicked shout made him even more annoyed. Ron seemed to have split during the transfer. Shi Zheng's face was pale and he was holding his waist, and his shirt was stained with a dark blood stain.

Sirius knocked down the two of the enchantments that formed the barrier, and the lustre covering the surrounding quickly dimmed and thinned, and it seemed that it would shatter with a light touch.Margaret immediately withdrew from the wall of fire at the moment the iron armor curse was broken, and in the burning smell and bursts of smoke, she flew the two wands with the precision of the seeker.

Little Batty kicked Ron away, who was rushing to stop him, and then grabbed Hermione by the hair and dragged her aside."Loyal friendship, isn't it? Now only you and me are left, Harry." He pretended to say kindly, as if they were still maintaining the teacher-student relationship a few years ago. Sirius wanted to rush over but had to He lowered his head and avoided the magic that was shot at him.

"Don't worry, sir, you have forgotten someone." A fierce and deep gasp came from behind him, and the man used his whole body strength to lock Batty's arms from behind, and suppressed the minibus with his size advantage. Di's resistance.

"Avada-woo!" Steve's head nearly made him bit his tongue.

"Harry Potter? It's an honor to meet you." Without confirmation, the unique lightning-shaped scar on his forehead has revealed the identity of the other party.He raised his wand with difficulty, his reason was completely swallowed by hatred, "Let's go to death together, Crouch..."

Hermione was the first to realize what he wanted to do and screamed, "Quickly leave—"

"Thunderbolt exploded!"

Chapter 32 Scattering (1)

When Hermione opened her eyes in a daze, she found herself lying on the edge of an unknown stream, half of her body was completely immersed in the stream, and her clothes were wet.She didn't know how long she had been in a coma, but when she was supporting the shore to crawl out of the water, the airflow blowing around was so cold that people shivered and the temperature dropped sharply, constantly taking away her energy and body temperature.

"Harry?" she tremblingly called into the darkness deep in the forest. "Ron?"

The sky is almost completely covered by the lush forest canopy. The surrounding light is dim, and the trees are full of shadows. It seems that swift beasts will jump out of the darkness at any time. Her call is heard far away, and the gurgling water in her ears is a bit scary.

Hermione lit her wand, panting, and finally confirmed that she had separated from the two boys in the explosion.After taking a deep breath, Hermione hurriedly dried the damp clothes with a spell, and then walked around the trees closest to her while imposing a protection spell in the circle.

Magic allowed her to rise up the fire easily. She sat in front of the fire with her knees folded. The constant light and heat brought a little sense of security. The body pain had not yet subsided, and the surging emotions temporarily calmed down.Hermione stared blankly at the beating flames before her eyes, and the fragments of the old Black house flashed back in her mind.

She still remembered the collapsed floor and cracked ceiling, the large pieces of gravel and dust-like dust falling from above.The whole old house seemed to be trembling, like a giant slowly bending down its knees and letting out moans of depression.The shock wave drove wood, stones, and even people flying around. Under such chaos, Mrs. Black's loud curses again became inconspicuous.No one expected such an outcome, and the Aurors panicked. No one wanted to be buried in the rubble, even if it required them to disobey the order.They ignored their undecided superiors and began to apparate.

Hermione was thrown high by the impact of the explosion and to the other corner.While she was unconscious, she faintly felt a thin, dry palm grabbing her sleeves, and sometimes she could hear the familiar "mudblood" grunting, but her tinnitus was too noisy, and her vision was only Can see a small, familiar shadow.

Then there was a strong sense of dizziness in the brain, as if the weightlessness of being drunk in a daze, and as if she was about to be forced into a small jar and then thrown out. The nerves conveyed that she was being dragged from this place to another. The unpleasant feeling on one side was one of the feelings she knew very well when she Apparated, but it was not exactly the same.

After that dizziness, she fainted.Thinking about it now, it was probably Kreacher who took him to escape from Black's old house, and that must have been Sirius's order.Kreacher hated Muggle-born wizards. It was not a secret among the members of the Order of the Phoenix. To ask him to actively help Hermione was as high as asking Voldemort to give up his ambition.Hermione knew it was all because Kreacher had been implanted with the wrong hierarchy by the family. As a slave, Kreacher could only obey.

She didn't mind the little tricks Kreacher used to her, at least the other party did escape with her.She tried to call Kreacher again, as she expected, there was no unnecessary movement around.I don't know how Kreacher interprets Sirius's instructions, or perhaps something happened later that caused him to be left alone in the forest.

After a while, Hermione's numb limbs seemed to regain consciousness, and the pain awakened.She was not severely traumatized, and the fresh white essence in the bag was naturally useless.Even when she lost consciousness, she still held her beaded pouch firmly.

So many things happened in just one day.Frustration rushed toward her. She should have thought that Godric Valley was a trap, but she was really excited to find a seemingly attractive target in the anxiety of doing nothing.It was not that she had thought about the possibility that Voldemort would arrange manpower in Godric Valley, where Harry’s hometown was, and where he was born.But this thought only remained in her heart for a moment. They had wasted months of time. It was safe to stay in the Black House, but staying in a safe place would not lead them to complete Professor Dumbledore's mission.

The temptation to find a goal fascinated Hermione, and she became more willing to take the risk to try, even though she was still carefully preparing for the departure, but there was no choice to stay where she was.She was even more eager to end this war than Harry, and if Ron joined in because he was worried about Harry's safety, then her mind would not be so simple.

Admittedly, she was as worried about Harry as Ron.But for other reasons, she never told the two boys, and she could not tell the two boys.She couldn’t tell anyone that she was worried about someone thousands of miles away. She opened the newspaper, and if she could see the large picture of Zoe published in the Daily Prophet, her smile looked good, as if she was telling She can feel relieved temporarily when she is "I'm okay".

Hermione could only use this method to speculate about Zoe's current situation.Most of the time, the newspapers will not report on Zoe-related events. They will publish other news (a considerable number of reporters headed by Rita have discredited Harry's image). She can only pray to God that Zoe will be safe. .She knew that if Zoe’s undercover identity was revealed, the Daily Prophet would not have a page to report the fact that the Death Eaters were embarrassed.Just like Ginny and the others stealing the sword, the newspaper will not report a word about it. They will kill her silently, pretending that nothing happened.

But even if Zoe’s news appeared in the newspaper, she would be afraid, for fear that the mask would eventually melt into that person’s flesh and blood, and that she would no longer be the one she loved when they met.The members of the Order of the Phoenix occasionally use the Old Black House as a safe house to rest. They brought a lot of terrible information. The day the Death Eaters killed Scrimgeour, they suppressed the Ministry of Magic.Kingsley had told them with certainty that the person in charge of that operation was Zoe.

"The most people fall under her magic wand, because she always walks in the front, as if worried that she has not committed enough crimes." Kingsley's angry words sounded clear as if echoing in his ears, "Dumbledore first , Scrimgeour, and a few hapless guys who wanted to resist, died as soon as they raised their wand. After they were killed, most people did not resist."

Even if Zoe killed those people not on a voluntary basis, but with the consideration of reducing victims, Hermione still could not agree with such a decision. She could not forgive Zoe for using this idea as an excuse to hurt the innocent. Even if a hundred people are saved, the crime of killing one person will not disappear.

Dumbledore's death was a plan.Hermione knew this better than anyone, so she cared more about Zoe who was in the center of the vortex than anyone.But now Zoe seems to be standing in the center of the swamp, sinking a little quietly. She wants to hold Zoe’s hand before she sinks into the mire, otherwise she will never be able to show it in front of those blue eyes. Smile.

But now she messed up everything.