The Trinity of Harry Potter

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Armor protection!"

The green death curse hit the invisible armor, making a long echo.

Heavy rain fell, and the Death Eaters in black robes were floating like ghosts in the night, chasing the red-haired woman.

She waved her wand rapidly, firing obstacle and disarming spells, trying to find a way out for herself.

However, an anti-Apparition spell had been placed nearby, and she could not escape at all. The man in black as the sharp arrow effortlessly deflected all the spells directed at her, and even let out a burst of ear-piercing laughter.

"Stop struggling, giggling."

The Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange, took off her hood that was wetted by the rain, revealing her fair face. To be fair, she was a beautiful person, but her face was due to extreme

Become distorted by excitement.

"What did I see? A Weasley, a pure-blooded traitor!" She swung her short, curved wand with a sudden burst of red light, almost hitting the red-haired woman.

"And she's pregnant with a child, so she must be a Muggle!" Her wand trembled slightly, and she pointed at the red-haired woman's body. "Don't worry, I'll help you cut him out right away!"

"Bellatrix, you are such a madman!"

Vivian Weasley was protecting her bulging belly with one hand, and was still waving her wand in circles with the other hand, firing curses.

Vivian is now seven months pregnant, and it is very difficult to move. She knows that she may not be able to break through the encirclement today, but the child in her belly makes her unwilling to be killed like this.

There is one last way.

She silently recited the ancient spell in her heart and glanced apologetically at the magic wand that had accompanied her throughout her life.

"You won't be able to run rampant for too long!"

"Speak more, I like to hear the death curses of you lowly people."

Before Bella's laughter ended, the wand in Vivian's hand, which was made of cypress wood and had a unicorn hair core, emitted a dazzling flash of light and exploded into countless pieces with a bang.

The dazzling light blinded the eyes of all the Death Eaters, and a few of the weaker ones were even knocked out by the brilliant energy storm. When they recovered their sight, only the smoking wand fragments were left in the encirclement.

This ancient spell can save the user from certain death, at the cost of the user's magic, wand and life.

No matter how furious Bellatrix was, Vivian couldn't hear her. Now she was lying on the deserted island in the middle of the lake with wounds all over her body. The bright red blood soaked into the beige maternity skirt and flowed into a bright red hole underneath her body.

Pool of blood.

She was not afraid of death, but she couldn't let go of the child in her belly. But now she was lying in this deserted place, and no one could help her.

Regulus didn't know yet that he was being attacked, and maybe he couldn't protect himself now.

Cousin Arthur knew that she was pregnant, but he did not know who the father of the child was, nor did he know that he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

There was also the long history of rivalry between the Black and Weasley families, which was even more of a burden on her heart.

Maybe, she can no longer protect this child.

Despair devoured this strong mother, and waves of chills invaded her body. She sobbed twice, mustered up all her strength, and recited a farewell poem in an ancient language.

"Beyond the lake are the steep heights of Shreus,

There, on a green island

The heron flaps its wings and wakes up the sleepy rat;"

Vivian coughed twice, and bright red blood foam overflowed from her mouth and nose, interrupting her chanting. She wiped the corners of her mouth and continued singing softly.

"Come, children of earth,

Come to the water and the wilderness

Let's hold hands with an elf

There are too many cries in this world, you don’t understand.”

Vivian's vision was blurred, and she seemed to see green light spots pouring out of the earth. She thought it was an illusion when she was dying, and didn't pay attention.

"That boy with solemn eyes

is walking with us.

He can no longer hear the warmth of the hillside

The childish cry of a calf cannot be heard;

The sound of the kettle on the stove

His soul had been soothed;

I can’t hear it anymore.”

The green light spots jumped playfully and slowly rotated around Vivian, like a gorgeous galaxy.

“The mice jumped around the box—

Because he comes, the child of the world

Come to the waterside and the wilderness

Holding hands with an elf

There are too many cries in this world, and he doesn’t understand.”

Light spots poured in from her fingertips mischievously, and energy completely different from magic began to surge through her body, which was vigorous vitality.

At the same time, Vivian felt that her soul was leaving her body and heading to the unknown other shore.

"My child, as long as he can survive..."

Her body began to deform, her bare feet turned into thick roots that pierced the earth, her skin covered with wounds turned into rough bark, her arms and neck turned into a lush canopy, and the baby in her belly was buried

into the thick trunk of the tree.

She understood what was going to happen next, smiled, and the thick branches swayed, making a rustling sound.

"My child, your name is Canopus Black."

Vivian's last voice drifted in the wind, and her selfless mother finally rested in peace.

It wasn't until daybreak that the Death Eaters chased them to the island in the middle of the lake. They only saw a large, thick and beautiful oak tree, standing upright in the morning light.