Think about it, who else can look exactly like Padma, but Parvati?

Although the compound decoction can achieve the same effect, it can't keep people looking like another person all the time, after all, the effect of that kind of thing is only about an hour, and it must be drunk every once in a while. And from what Mr. Pettier said, the girl in the bed was apparently asleep all night.

In this case, the conclusion is obvious. Isn't it that who went to the holy mountain in the place of Parvati—

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The footsteps on the stairs grew denser and messier, and as they got closer, Brandy heard some beastly roars and roars. Maybe it's not just a few wizards.

Staying in the room is a dead end!

"Listen, we have to get moving, and meet at the southernmost attic." Listening to the chaotic footsteps that were approaching, Brandi immediately made a decision. He immediately recited a rope binding spell to the petrified Mr. Petyer and pulled him under the bed.

"Harry and I went to stall for time; Then Hermione, you can cast a levitation charm on Parvati to make her a little lighter, so that you can pull her into the invisibility cloak with you, and you and Ron will go straight to the south attic. We can rendezvous there—"

"I'm going to join you." Ron swallowed, he was still out of breath in pain.

"Don't make a fuss, you're hurt, and besides, you can't use magic right now."

"That's not a problem." Ron said, bending down and picking up the wand of the hapless man with a long head from the ground, waving and spraying a few sparks. "I've learned the obstacle charm, and that magic is designed to hinder your opponent's movements."

"Okay, good, then you come with us. The crowd is also a little more conspicuous. Brandi frowned, and he said hastily. Then Hermione, come out when you hear the explosion, and try to stick to the wall. ”

"Be careful."

"Don't worry." With that, Brandi rushed out, followed by Harry and Ron.

At this time, the outside of the corridor was not as dark as before, because Mr. Pettier had just successfully caught the intruders in the manor, so there was no need to pretend to be empty in the dark. As a result, the wall lamps on the walls and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were lit up by soft candlelight, illuminating the mansion.

The trio ran across the scarlet carpet, past the oil paintings on the walls, the potted plants on the walls, and the closed doors of the rooms. They hadn't seen it like Hermione, they weren't familiar with the mansion at all, but they were as good as the pursuing foes - as he trotted, Brandi waved his wand and slammed every ornament he could see against the beige walls, making a jingling noise.

"Oh my God, I dare say you lost at least a month's worth of living expenses for my family just now!" Ron watched Brandi smash a finely made music box to pieces, and a look of pain appeared on his face. "I've seen that thing in Diagon Alley that is one size smaller, and it sells for at least eighty Galleons!"

"It's not even a drizzle for the Petyr family!" Brandi said casually, and he heard the footsteps downstairs change, some fading away, while others moved directly below him, as if trying to block their back path. "Think about it, if you can save Padma from Kailash, how much money will Mr. Pettier have to give you!"

Ron's eyes began to glow green after being fooled by Brandi.

Soon, they came to a staircase, and almost at the same time as they arrived, the figures of the Brahmin shamans appeared directly below the staircase. They immediately noticed Brandi and turned their wands at him. In the blink of an eye, colorful spells flew up.

"Disperse!" Brandi quickly applied the Iron Charm to himself, and at the same time, the nimble cat bent down, and a stun charm hit him in the chest, and the Iron Charm deflected the direction, shattering the wooden handrail in front of him.

The well-honed Harry and Ron reacted even faster than him, and they hid behind the corner almost immediately, Ron didn't know what to say to Harry, and Harry pulled out a round bottle from his backpack behind his back. I rolled down the stairs.

"Brandy, blow it up." Harry shouted eagerly.

"Blow up what?"

"Broken bones!"

Without Brandy's further questioning, the wizards at the bottom of the stairs reflexively chanted the Crushing Charm when they saw the unknown object rolling down. At least three spells hit the bottle at the same time, accompanied by a crisp sound of glass shattering. A cloud of white smoke and dust poured out of the hollow and covered the entire staircase.

Brandi was about to speak, when a hand behind him covered his mouth and nose.

"Don't suck those things in, and preferably don't touch them, Fred spent a day in the school hospital for that." Ron said. "We'd better get out of here quickly, the smoke will have at least five minutes to take effect."

Brandi was stunned for a moment, and he quickly held his breath and left with Ron and the others—they hadn't run a few steps before the voices of the wizards downstairs came over. There was a strange moan, and there was a faint sound of clothes rubbing against the rope, as if a hundred hands were scratching at the body.

Their voices were high-pitched and high-pitched, as if they were suffering some kind of pain, but they didn't seem to be happy to Brandi......

"What the hell is that smoke?"

Brandi was horrified by the terrifying voice, and he asked a little nervously.

"The dried feces of the itchy rats are ground into powder, and then some mulberry caterpillars are added to the poisonous hairs. Don't worry, they were all serious potions materials - Fred had taken them from the cabinet in the basement classroom during Potions class, which he said was a reference to a Muggle method called 'talcum powder', which he had heard in Muggle studies. Ron said that it seemed to be the first time he had seen the terrifying power of this prop, and he was a little surprised to say incoherently.

"Now it looks like this thing is really good, isn't it? How happy you are to hear what they call. ”

God's special talcum powder......

Brandi and Harry looked at each other with complicated expressions, and after making up some of the unsightly images that were happening downstairs, it suddenly felt as if they couldn't look at the word anymore.

Through the long hallway, turning a corner, they had reached the south side of the mansion, and they saw the stairs again. The difference, though, is that this time there are no enemies downstairs in the way. Soon, Brandi unleashed a super-magic smashing spell that blew down the front half of the staircase. He felt a little frustrated, if the same spell could have completely vaporized the entire staircase in normal times.

The earth-shattering noise made the entire mansion tremble slightly, and Hermione must have heard it clearly. She must have started to move now, no matter how slow she was, it wouldn't take her more than ten minutes to get here, and according to the square and all-encompassing structure of this building, if you look at one staircase on each side, they still need to blow up the remaining two stairs and completely cut off the pursuing wizards downstairs.

However, the most troublesome situation arose. As they casually discussed how much the twins would make if they could monetize these bizarre pranks, they unwittingly came to the corridor to the north, where they found that there were already people in the hallway.

To be exact, a middle-aged witch with six or seven ...... Black cats? Unlike Mr. Petyr and the other Indian shamans who appeared tonight, her skin was noticeably darker, and she was clearly not of a high caste. And in Brandi's cognition, the only women in the Petyr family with such characteristics are-

"Oh, don't do that! Mrs. Patil! Brandi let out a helpless sigh, and he said weakly. We really, just want to save your daughter! ”

"Do you think we haven't tried?" The witch spoke hoarsely, her English accent not too standard, barely understanding seven or eight percent. But the grief and hysteria contained in it are fully felt by Brandi.

"From the moment she was born, we tried to hide the fact that we had twins. Vikas, my husband, he returned to the family with Padma and I lived with Parvati in the slums of Odisha. She and I hid like rats in the sewers for three years! As soon as the Petyr family found out about this fact, Parvati would be immediately tried and sent to Kailash to be executed! ”

She roared at them hoarsely, her voice hoarse with a crying voice.

"Later, we were discovered."

"In order to prevent the family from disposing of Parvati, Vikas told a big lie to the patriarch at the time - he said that he had concealed the truth only so that he could choose the child who would be more beneficial to the family when he became an adult, and he was even forced to say such vicious words in front of Padma, so that Padma still did not forgive him......"

But this can only gain the trust of the Petil family, and still cannot hide it from the other five Brahmin families. So Vikas, in order to make Parvati live to the age of eighteen, did not know how many promises he made to the brazen old immortals to turn a blind eye to them - his research results, his glory, his future, he even gave up the position of the Ministry of Magic and the position of the patriarch inherited by instinct! ”

There was a cry in her voice.

"We just wanted to give her everything we could, and send them to Hogwarts under the pressure of the family, so that she could spend every remaining minute and every second happily and carefree as an ordinary little witch - but what happened!"

Brandi's movements came to a halt, and beside him, Harry lowered his head and his wand hung limply.

"Two years in a row! What happened to my children there! Lady Petyr screamed, "Dragon, basilisk?!" What kind of danger are you going to get her into? We have to let her strength be exposed, forcing us to make an early choice to be happy - we are already losing Parvati, Barton, Potter, and Weasley! Do you want to spare even our last daughter? I know that you are going to the holy mountain Kailash, and I know that your original intention is indeed to save my poor child, but have you ever thought that even if you saved Parvati from them, how could the angry brahmins spare our family? ”

Tears poured down from the corners of her eyes, and Madame Petier wept silently.

"Please... Don't worry about this anymore, okay... Lift up your noble hands and spare Padma. ”

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