The room was brightly lit, and the beautiful black-haired girl was lying quietly on the bed like a sleeping beauty who had never woken up. And beside her bedside, four figures, one big and three small, were silently deadlocked.

Brandy, Harry, and Ron didn't speak, glaring angrily at Mr. Patil in front of them, hoping that he would tell them that everything he had just said was just a clumsy joke, and that no matter how bad it was, they should at least tell them that what they had done was out of necessity.

After all, as a biological father, watching the two sisters fight and kill each other, in order to decide who to sacrifice to 'Shiva', undoubtedly completely subverted their moral concept - how could there be such cruel and cold-blooded relatives in this world!

But they waited for a long time, but Mr. Pettier only nodded calmly, and he confessed.

"Can't believe it? You guys want a reason, huh? ”

He stood up from the couch and looked down at them condescendingly.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Mr. Patil said, with an inexplicable smile on his face. "It's simple, because the duel itself was brought up by Parvati herself."

"It can't be!"

The moment Mr. Pettier finished speaking, Brandi was already screaming, and he was almost out of breath in annoyance.

"You're lying, how could Parvati want to do something with Padma! She loves her sister even more than herself! ”

"That's probably because no 12-year-old girl would want to die so inexplicably, after all, in the face of death, the original personality is no longer applicable, and any hysterical behavior can be understood." Mr. Pettier said that he replied so quietly that Brandy felt that he was more relieved than an explanation to him.

"Seriously, I was unexpectedly looking forward to it at the time, because of the sudden explosion of her magic level at Hogwarts in the past two years, I once thought that my cowardly and clumsy stupid daughter might be a powerful person with hidden strength and deep scheming - now that I think about it, I may have had my brain in water."

I don't know if it's self-deprecation, he snorted lightly.

"Obviously the magic level is above Padma, but she was knocked down without even touching Padma's iron armor charm. Didn't show any strength at all. In contrast, Padma's movements are clean and merciless, which is what should be performed in the battle of life and death - that is what I need, calm and composed, thoughtful, and decisive, only such a child is qualified to survive, in order to completely change this declining and decaying family from the bones in the future. ”

…… Parvati has no strength?

How could they, having drunk the awakening potion and experienced the devastation in the Fifth Seal, believe such nonsense. Brandi, in particular, still can't forget Parvati's subtle transfiguration, even Padma, who has a more complete grasp of spells. It's not like you'll be defeated in two or three hits.

But there was no need for Mr. Patil to lie about such details. So, what is the reason why Parvati took the initiative to propose a duel, but lost so deliberately waterproof?

They already have the answer in their minds.

"So you let the two of Parvatipadma duel, just to choose the stronger one among them?!" Brandi looked at Mr. Petier's face with a complicated expression, sad and disappointed in his heart. "You haven't had any other ideas? Like saving both of them at the same time? ”

“…………”

Mr. Petyer's hand seemed to tremble.

"Save everyone......?" He burst out laughing. "Hahahaha, hahahahaha!"

"Childish! Naive! Stupidity! ”

In the midst of everyone's blank eyes, Mr. Patil suddenly roared.

"When you graduate from Hogwarts and integrate into society, you'll know how ridiculous what you've just said! A truly mature person will never have that kind of boring, anti-reality ambition - only you will submit to this cold world, and it will not have the slightest pity for you! All we can do is to stand in the most practical perspective and make the choices that best suit our own interests and the continuity of our family. No matter how cruel and ruthless this choice may be......"

"Like you do now?" After a moment, Ron said in a trembling voice.

Mr. Petier snorted, and he walked to the window, as if he was not about to continue the subject.

At this moment, Brandy, who was in a trance, suddenly felt something poke him in the waist, so frightened that he almost didn't scream. But he held back immediately, and a soft, warm touch passed from the palm of his hand behind his back, which was trapped and unable to move—someone was scratching his palm.

Hermione!?

Brandi quickly held his breath, and he touched the other man's hand as if in response, and the latter jerked his hand back with a swish, and after a while, it reached out again—the difference was that this time, it handed Brandi something.

His heart fell down his throat at once.

On the other hand, the cool breeze blowing outside the window also cooled Mr. Patil's somewhat confused and dazed mind again. When he looked back, his face had changed back to his original smile.

"Well, I'm sorry I was rude...... I shouldn't have chosen to share my bad thoughts with the guests, it probably makes you feel bad. He raised his wand, and Brandi reflexively moved backwards twice, blocking Harry and Ron.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Barton." "All you need to do is have no pain or after-effects, and when you come to your senses, you can have breakfast with Padma without any worries." After all, this is what my eldest daughter told me and Siwani before she left—she seems to want you to go back safely rather than to die at Kailash. ”

"Wait a minute!" Brandi searched for her own questions, trying to buy Hermione some time. "Last question, Mr. Petill! I just heard you mention the letter - someone sent you a letter saying that we were going to sneak over for Parvati? ”

Harry and Ron had apparently missed the message before, and their expressions had similarly become very strange.

"What's the use of knowing this situation?" Mr. Pettier said curiously, but he quickly sensed the determination in Brandy's eyes, and he said. "Well, since it's a guest's request...... A letter had indeed been sent from England, and I began to think that Dumbledore was intending to intervene in the matter. Of course, this kind of thing involving more than a thousand years of Indian tradition, let alone a single Hogwarts director, even if the British Ministry of Magic interferes in the name of the state, it will not play any role. ”

"But to my surprise, the letter was unsigned...... And the only words I'm afraid are still written with my left hand or magic, I can show you...... By the way, it seems that this letter has also been copied by the Copying Charm, and several copies have been sent to the other five Brahmin families. That's why I'm stopping you at the manor—at least you won't have to worry about your lives here, but not when you do get to the Holy Mountain. ”

Mr. Petyr patiently persuaded him, his wand still held firmly in the air, and with his other hand reached into his bosom, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper—a crack with uneven edges, which looked like it had been ripped from a book, as he held it up to signify. Brandi: They recognized it at once.

"Oh my God!" Harry cried out in horror behind him.

It was a page in "Brahman at Night"—and in the margins of the page, a few words were written crookedly in bright red ink.

"Petyer, her friends have come for revenge."

A hand grabbed Brandy's free palm from behind, and it was no longer as warm as it had been. It's damp, it's stiff, it's cold—just like Brandy's at the moment.

"Now, you should have no problems."

When all three of them were in shock at the same time, Mr. Pettier said gently, and now that he thought about it, he seemed to have been restraining his emotions and not being angry with the three of them.

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming all the way to India, but this is not a place where a few children can be revived. It needs a sharp blade to cut through the carrion, and you obviously aren't that sharp. ”

As he spoke, he pointed his wand at Brandy's eyebrows, and Harry and Ron struggled to get up on the ground, but they were tied up like a caterpillar - Mr. Petill's wand had begun to glow milky white - and no one could stop him!

"Huh? That's—" Harry let out an exclamation, his eyes trying to lift up, looking out the window as if something strange was outside.

"No kidding, kid, this boring strategy doesn't do anything." Mr. Patil, apparently seeing through his clumsy scheme, scoffed. "Well, then, get some sleep, and we'll see you tomorrow morning—"

As he spoke, he chanted the incantation.

But at the same time, next to Brandy, there was a sudden fluctuation in the void in the void, and a girl holding a wand emerged from the void - she quickly waved her wand and pronounced the spell, and the rope in Brandi's hand fell off instantly - it was too late to change the spell!

Mr. Petyer's eyes widened.

"Forget it!"

"Faint!"

One white and one red, brilliant light sprang across the room—they staggered past each other, hitting their targets almost at the same time!

"You ......!"

Mr. Petyer's body stiffened suddenly, his arms snapped down and clung to the seams of his trousers, and he fell backwards like a hard stone, down the wall and to the ground.

On the other side, Brandi's spell-struck body leaned back and fell headlong to the floor, his entire body glowing with a messy white light.

"Brandy!"