days at Hogwarts

Roaring thunder and lightning pierced the sky, and Bones, who had his eyes closed to rest, was startled and suddenly opened his eyes.

The slightly rough parchment gave her fingertips a real sense of touch, a feeling that made her feel at ease. Bones let out a long breath and decided not to rest anymore. She planned to continue looking through the documents. Before she started working again, she turned her head and glanced at Jorkins next to her.

"Bertha, if you feel tired, take a rest..."

She reminded softly, and saw Jorkins nod slightly, then picked up the quill to review the recent squeezed matters.

At this moment, her wrist suddenly paused, and the tip of the pen dipped in ink spread out large blotches of ink on the parchment. A strange palpitation came over her heart, and her heart beat faster unconsciously.

Bones stared at the ink ball and frowned. The sudden inexplicable feeling made her very uncomfortable and she looked around blankly.

She saw that the half-open door of the minister's office was still calm. No paper airplane or paper crane-shaped notice suddenly popped out. The surroundings were still quiet. Bertha Jorkins was busy dealing with the affairs at hand. The fire in the fireplace burned quietly, and the roaring thunder stopped.

Everything is calm and peaceful, so... something is wrong?

Bones' gaze swept around, subconsciously focusing on the center of the alchemy formation not far away. Those complex and harmonious runes emitted a soft light. What was shocking was that the top few runes had shattered, and irregular blocks of light were spreading to other runes.

Bones, who was acting as the minister and stayed at the headquarters, had his pupils slightly shrunken and shouted in horror:

"Someone is attacking the Ministry!"

……

"In addition to spells, witches can also brew various potions. When they encounter people they hate, they trick them into drinking the potions..."

Nymphadora Tonks hugged the little girl dressed as a witch, and her voice sounded very much like a witch who bewitched children.

Looking at that pretty face and listening to the magical and interesting story, the little girl willingly snuggled in the arms of her strange sister, completely forgetting what her parents said to go home as soon as possible.

"What are the effects of the potion?" she said coquettishly, blinking her bright eyes.

"This one……"

Tonks was about to answer with a smile when she suddenly noticed the little girl in her arms shiver. Then goose bumps appeared on her exposed skin. A cold chill enveloped her whole body, with a damp and fishy smell.

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked towards the crowd gathering in the park.

In the open space of the holiday park, there are more and more people wearing strange clothes and weird outfits. In addition to the classic ghost images in movies, TV dramas and novels, there are also some unidentified people who conceal their bodies. They wear hoods and cloaks, wandering among the crowd, silent and mysterious.

Tonks turned her head and called softly, "Kingsley..."

"understood."

what do you know?

This question subconsciously emerged in the little girl's mind.

Before she could ask, Tonks looked down at the girl in her arms and asked softly, "Little witch, do you remember where your home is?"

Out of some strange trust and attachment, the little girl answered subconsciously: "No. 6 Liuxi Lane, Xiaocom District..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the strange sister in front of her instantly pulled her into her arms. With the sound of air exploding, the little girl felt that every part of her body was slightly but obviously squeezed, as if she was stuffed into a rubber tube...

It seemed like a moment had passed, and it also seemed like a long time had passed. When the squeezing feeling disappeared, the little girl heard the strange sister's voice again.

"Stay at home and don't run around."

"..."

The little girl opened her eyes again and found herself standing at the door of her home. The strange sister was no longer in front of her.

The street lamp cast a goose yellow light, making the girl's eyes sparkle.

……

Ministry of Magic, inside the Minister's office.

Bertha Jorkins lay on the ground, looking at the man in black robe getting closer and closer in humiliation. She struggled several times but failed to stand up. Instead, the wound on her arm was torn and blood gushed out.

Snape kicked the wand away from his feet expressionlessly and looked at her arm. The wound cut by the sharp sword ran through the entire arm. The cut surface was smooth and difficult to heal. A strong, warm smell of blood began to fill the entire room.

Bones issued a timely warning, and the staff who remained in the Ministry of Magic responded quickly, but they were facing Voldemort.

Officials who are still useful are controlled with the Imperius Curse, and the worthless minions are killed directly...

It took Voldemort only ten minutes to climb up to the minister's office on the top floor from the eighth floor underground.

Not far away, Amelia Bones stood in front of her desk, holding a magic wand, pointing it at the snake-faced man outside the door with contempt, her expression solemn and resolute:

"Hastings was your trap!"

Voldemort walked calmly into the room, forcing Bones to retreat step by step. He glanced at Snape and Jorkins under his feet and sneered softly: "Of course it's not a trap, dear Miss Bones, please believe that the brave Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will achieve satisfactory results. Of course... me too."

Bones raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "You used your servant as bait!?"

"Strictly speaking, they are not my servants. My real servants are hidden by you, aren't they?" Voldemort replied with a smile.

Bones' back was against the bookcase. He had no room to retreat and could only watch Voldemort approaching. After a moment of stunned silence, his eyes gradually became fierce, and the rapidly gathered waves of magic power stirred the air around him, his robes fluttered, and the tip of his wand emitted a deadly light.

There was no fluctuation in those scarlet snake eyes. Voldemort stopped and his forked tongue made a hissing sound.

"Amelia Bones, huh, you have a brother, don't you?"

Voldemort spoke at a leisurely pace, "I can't quite remember, but his name seems to be Edgar Bones, and he died during the last wizard war. The three of them had their address leaked by August, so the Lestrange brothers came to their house, but they didn't use the killing curse..."

His resentful whispers pierced into the ears like a poisonous snake, making the brain buzz and tremble: "They were all tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse! It's a pity that they didn't have the good luck of Longbottom, don't you think?"

Amelia Bones' breathing stagnated, and her eyes immediately turned red: "Avadaso——"

Brilliant green light gathered at the tip of the staff, but could not be stimulated to move out. An invisible force strangled her throat, as if a muscular snake was wrapped around her neck, blocking her trachea. The air in her lungs was constantly squeezed out, only going in but not out. She could not finish the remaining syllable of the spell.

Voldemort smiled teasingly: "The casting speed is too slow... Hasn't anyone told you that the Killing Curse can only work with the strongest malice?"

"Oh...oh..." Bones let out an unbearable groan, his eyes wide open with strong hatred in them.

Voldemort stared into Bones' eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips, his pale face grim and evil:

"That's right, hate me with all your might, let me see your hatred, let me listen to the curse in your heart... Most importantly, open up your memory and show me where you have hidden my dear servant?

"[Heart-cutting out the bones]"

Bones' whole body twitched violently, her bones creaked, her blood vessels twisted like snakes and worms, her muscles spasmed and trembled, and the intense pain destroyed her brain's defenses, but she did not show any fear. Looking at Voldemort right in front of her, the senior deputy minister tried her best to squeeze out a sarcastic sneer, and then completely lost consciousness.

Voldemort was stunned at first, then he showed an angry grin.

There was no place in Bones' memory where the Death Eaters were imprisoned!

Seeing that Voldemort had completely lost his patience, a pale green light appeared on the tip of his wand, and Snape beside him whispered:

"Perhaps we can spare their lives for now, Master."

"Ok?"

"We can make a deal with them."

"..."