The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

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

The slightly rough parchment conveyed a real touch to the fingertips, which made people feel at ease. Bones exhaled a long breath and simply stopped resting. She planned to continue reading the documents. Before she started working again, she turned her head and looked at Jorkins next to her.

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

She reminded softly, and saw Jorkins nodded slightly, and then picked up the feather pen to review and deal with the recent squeeze.

At this moment, her wrist suddenly paused, and the tip of the pen dipped in ink spread large patches of ink on the parchment. A strange palpitation came to 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-closed door of the Minister's office was still calm. No paper airplane or paper crane-style notification 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 thunder stopped.

It was calm as usual, so... what was wrong?

Bones's eyes looked around, and the focus of his sight subconsciously fell on the alchemy array center not far away. Those complex and harmonious runes emitted soft light. What was shocking was that the top few runes had collapsed, and irregular light blocks were spreading to other runes.

Bones, who was temporarily acting as the Minister and stayed at the headquarters, had his pupils slightly contracted and shouted in horror:

"Someone is attacking the Ministry of Magic!"

...

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

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

Looking at that pretty face and listening to the magical and interesting story, the little girl was willing to snuggle in the arms of her weird sister, completely forgetting what her parents said about going home as soon as possible.

"What is the effect of the potion?" She blinked her bright eyes and said coquettishly.

"This..."

Tonks was about to answer with a smile, but suddenly she noticed that the little girl in her arms shivered, and then her exposed skin was covered with goose bumps, and a cold chill enveloped her whole body, with a damp and fishy smell.

She was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked at the crowd gathering in the park.

In the open space of the holiday park, there were gradually more and more people wearing strange costumes and weird clothes. In addition to the classic ghost images in movies, TV dramas and novels, there were also some unknown people who concealed their bodies. They wore hoods and cloaks, wandering among the crowd, silent and mysterious.

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

"I know."

Know what?

The little girl subconsciously thought of this question.

Without waiting for her to 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 subconsciously answered, "Little Combe District, No. 6 Willow Creek Lane..."

As soon as the voice fell, the strange sister in front of her instantly pulled her into her arms. With the sound of air explosion, 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, and it 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 that she was standing at the door of her house at this moment. There was no figure of the strange sister in front of her.

The street lamp cast a light yellow glow, reflecting the girl's eyes sparkling.

...

Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office.

Bertha Jorkins lay on the ground, looking at the black-robed man getting closer and closer with humiliation. She struggled several times but couldn't support her body to stand up. Instead, the wound on her arm was torn and blood gushed out.

Snape kicked the wand away expressionlessly and looked at her arm. The wound cut by the sharp blade went through the whole arm. The cut surface was smooth and difficult to heal. The strong and warm smell of blood began to permeate the whole room.

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

The officials who were still useful were controlled with the Imperius Curse, and the worthless minions were killed directly...

It took only ten minutes for Voldemort to kill his way up to the Minister's office on the top floor from the eighth floor underground.

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

"Hastings is a trap you set!"

Voldemort walked in calmly, 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 servants 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 pressed against the bookcase, and there was no room for retreat. He could only watch Voldemort getting closer and closer. After a moment of stunned expression, his eyes gradually became fierce, and the ripples of magic power gathered rapidly stirred the surrounding air. The robes fluttered, and the tip of the staff glowed with a desperate light.

There was no fluctuation in the scarlet snake eyes. Voldemort stopped and hissed with his forked tongue.

"Amelia Bones, hey, you have a brother, right?"

Voldemort spoke in an unhurried and leisurely manner, "I can't remember clearly. It seems that his name was Edgar Bones. He died during the last wizarding war. A family of three was leaked by August. After knowing the address, the Lestrange brothers came to the door without using the killing curse..."

His vicious whispers penetrated the ears like venomous snakes, causing people's minds to buzz and tremble: "They were all tortured to death with the Cruciatus Curse! It's a pity that they don't have Longbottom's good luck, don't you think?"

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

The bright green light gathered at the tip of the staff, but failed to stimulate it. An invisible force strangled her throat, like a muscular snake wrapping around her neck, blocking the trachea, and the air in her lungs was continuously squeezed out, unable to enter. came out, the remaining syllable of the spell was not finished.

Voldemort showed a joking smile: "The casting speed is too slow...Didn't anyone tell you that the Death Curse can only work with the strongest malice?"

"Ho...ho..." Bones moaned unbearably, his eyes widening with strong hatred inside.

Voldemort stared into Bones's eyes, with a satisfied smile on his lips, and his pale face was ferocious and evil:

"Yes, hate me with all your strength, let me see your resentment, let me listen to the curse in your heart... most importantly, open your memory and show me, where is my dear servant hidden by you?

"[Heart-cutting out the bones]"

Bones's whole body twitched violently, bones rattled, blood vessels twisted like snakes and insects, muscles spasmed and trembled, and the intense pain destroyed her brain's defenses, but she had no fear. She looked at Voldemort in front of her. The senior deputy minister managed a sarcastic sneer, then lost consciousness completely.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, then showed an angry grin.

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

Seeing that Voldemort had completely lost his patience, a pale green light emerged from the tip of the staff, and Snape whispered softly next to him:

"Perhaps we can keep their lives temporarily, Master."

"Um?"

"We can make a deal with them."

"..."