"You...... You two ......."

Laurel? Lanz's voice trembled, she knew Martin and Allen, and knew that both of them were members of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, but at the moment, she was a little unsure whether the people in front of her were Martin and Allen.

Because the black snake mark on her left arm burned as if it had been doused with boiling water, she hugged her arm and groaned in pain

"Ask for ...... I beg you ......"

If she hadn't guessed who the two people in front of her were at this time, it would have been too stupid, and the fear in Laurel's heart was like an inflated balloon, which was about to burst when she saw it, and she screamed wildly in her heart

"It's Ning'an—it's Ning'an—it's Ning'an!"

After a year of quiet semester and integration into the new Slytherin collective, Laurel has almost forgotten what kind of person Ning An is, and she subconsciously ignores the "master" who once dominated her.

But now that he is back, there has been no news of him in the Daily Prophet for a whole year, as if the Aurors have forgotten about him, but in the World Cup, he really came back, and Laurel was terrified, especially after she knew how she had betrayed Ning An, betrayed Samantha, and betrayed the organization of Snake Letter, Laurel was really frightened.

"Aha, I think you guessed who I am—"

Fat Martin slowly removed his hood and stared at Laurel with a sneer, the hand holding the wand not moving, the tip of the wand firmly fixed on Laurel's throat.

"Shhhh

Ning An gently pressed a finger against Laurel's lips, pinched the girl's trembling lips with her fingers, and whispered in her ear:

"Don't worry, don't worry—Laurel, wait, the effects of the medicine will soon pass, and we should face each other as they really are, right?"

Laurel trembled even more, not only from the intense burning sensation coming from her arm, but also from the fear that came from the bottom of her heart.

She once thought that she knew Ning An and what he did, but when the secret room incident was over and the Daily Prophet revealed what this terrible guy had done one by one, she realized what kind of person she had obeyed.

She had seen in the newspaper that Ning An had used the Unforgivable Curse and was guilty of murder, and that a male witch had been almost certain to have been killed by him—

Laurel forced herself to stop thinking about it, which only frightened her even more, but she couldn't control her mind anymore, as if she had lost control of her body at this moment, and could only let her brain constantly think about those terrible things, and all the arrogance she had in front of Malfoy was shattered.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic have gone to deal with the riots, and who else can save her in this quiet and uninhabited open space?

"Please...... I'm sorry......"

Laurel desperately hopes that her confession will move Ning An, even if it makes him feel a trace of sympathy, as long as he does not kill himself......

But Ning An once again pressed his lips.

"Shhhhhhh

Although there was a hint of ridicule in his words, there was no smile on Ning An's face, and every piece of flesh on Mr. Martin's chubby cheeks was as stiff as a stone.

"Come on, I feel it- you know, I deliberately didn't have a polyjuice decoction tonight-"

As Ning An was speaking, his face began to change, like a leaky ball, the side of his face was thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wings of his nose were thinning, as if he was rejuvenated, and Martin was becoming a young man completely different from him.

His eyes gradually changed from brown to pure black, blending in with the night, bright like delicate black gems, and the gray curls on the top of his head that were gradually thinning were gone, and a short black and silky hair grew back.

In the blink of an eye, he was from Martin? Mott became Ning An, and Pani, who was standing behind Ning An and had been vigilant in the rear, also trembled all over for a while, and his height rose a few centimeters, and he looked like he had returned to his original appearance.

Ning An stared at Laurel with her black eyes, and the latter trembled even more violently, she let out a weak gasp, and felt Ning An's wand on her chin push up a few more points, and she sobbed sadly.

"Please...... Please...... Forgive me......"

"Forgive you? Maybe you should go to Azkaban and ask Samantha for forgiveness? He was knocked down by you with a stun curse—"

Ning An beckoned behind him as he spoke: "Come, come over to Pani, come and meet our old friend, Miss Lanz should have had a good year." ”

Pani put his wand in his sleeve, turned around and hurried to Ning An's side, squatted down and greeted Laurel with a happy face:

"Ha, long time no see, Laurel - do you remember me, Mr. Lantz?"

In the dark forest, apart from Laurel's own intermittent sobbing, there was only the groaning of a few night owls in the trees, and the cold wind rustled through the trees, making the clearing even more silent, as if no one would ever come here.

Full of anticipation, he prayed for a few passing wizards, but watched the flame of hope gradually extinguish, and Laurel's remaining shred of reason was drained by fear, fear and depression were like two mountains pressing on her back, which had turned the girl into hysteria.

She suddenly stared at Ning An fiercely with crazy eyes, and let out a heavy "whoop".

"You deserve it!"

She said viciously, not caring about anything, just wanting to end it all quickly

"What do you think you are! Samantha? It's just a sissy disgusting thing, look at all the people in your organization, it's all Slytherin scum and crumbs! ”

Laurel's mind was blank, she didn't want to think about anything, she didn't want to look into Ning An's eyes, which made her feel extremely stressful, which made her collapse, only by confiding all her thoughts freely in this way could she feel a little better.

"Walter? That ugly little dwarf, also staying with me? Also, Pani? You're a shame to the Starr family, and you've made a few friends from a pure-blood family? ”

Laurel couldn't stop, she talked faster and faster, and the more she talked, the more happy she became

"And you, Ning'an, listen to your nondescript name, the Sorting Hat is crazy to classify you into Slytherin, and you want me to call you master? And only the lowest dregs would do that! ”

She sobbed and scolded angrily, as if she was schizophrenic, and Pani watched in amazement, Ning An was unmoved, and her wand was just pressed against the girl's chin.

"Wow, I didn't know what she used to think, I thought she was enjoying the happiness of friendship, so she always talked to me."

Pani whispered with a slightly regretful face.

Ning An was not surprised at all, he had long understood that it was difficult to change a person like Laurel, and her joining the Snake Letter was just the general trend of Slytherin at that time, and she liked to be chased and worshipped, and it just so happened that staying in the Snake Letter could make her different.

Just now, Ning An secretly used some small means to stimulate Laurel, who quickly couldn't bear it and was about to collapse, and Ning An didn't want to listen to this seemingly endless curse.

He stood up, his wand still firmly pointed at Laurel, pointing at the witch who was still half-lying on the ground, crying and scolding.

"I was supposed to give you a few Diamond Curses as punishment, Laurel."

Ning An held his wand and said calmly to the girl, "But since your performance is really exciting, I want to skip those boring foreplays." ”

Laurel's body shook more and more violently, but her mouth still did not stop, and she had changed from the complaint that she could understand just now to the vulgar and filthy scolding, and she scolded like a desperate mouse.

"Arvada—"

"Except for your weapons!"

Ning An was about to end Laurel's life with a killing curse, but he didn't expect a red light to fly out of the grass behind him and hit Ning An's right hand, the ebony wand came out of his hand and fell to the ground, and Ning An himself was shocked back a few steps.

Parney had just raised her wand when she heard a hoarse girl scream

"Don't move—"

"Oh, that's a problem—master." Parney looked at the two figures coming out of the grass, with a playful smile on his face, and slowly lowered his hand, but was shouted.

"Throw the wand away—"

This time it was the boy who spoke - Harry Potter.

"Okay, okay - no problem - "

Parney still had a smile on his face that made Harry and Hermione on the other side very uneasy, even as he let go of his fingers and let his gray wand fall freely.

Hermione's expression was very complicated, her wand was pointed at Pani, but her eyes looked at Ning An hard, as if she had a thousand words to say, but she didn't know where to start, knowing that this was not the time to speak, but her heart seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, this mixed feeling, Hermione? For the first time in his life, Granger experienced it.

"Ning'an ......"

It was Harry who pointed his wand at Ning'an, and he had no less complicated feelings in his heart than Hermione, and his mind was like a slideshow of his time on Privet Road, when he had not yet received an invitation to Hogwarts, when he had the first friend in his life, and they were chatting in the alleyways.

He remembered how many nights he had been worried about Ning An's separation into Slytherin, and then all his fears had happened, and the two of them ended up standing at opposite ends of a red line called good and evil, like a shadow cast by the moonlight in the sky now between the four.

Silence invaded every breath of air, and only the night owl was still tirelessly "cooing-" and whimpering, as if he was also saddened by the sight of his former friend and today's enemy.

"We ...... What to do? Hermione? ”

Harry twirled his wand in his hand, his palms soaked with sweat, and his hand holding it slippery.

"We'll wait for the Ministry of Magic staff to come."

Hermione regained her composure, her gaze remained firmly fixed on Ning An, and finally spoke:

"But before that, I want to ask a question-" She stared at Ning An without blinking

"The news says you've committed murder, right? Ning'an? ”

Her eyes were full of anticipation, and even though she had heard the prelude to the curse just now, the girl still wanted to hear it from the other person's mouth

"I haven't done it"

"I've never killed anyone", and I can't help but start believing this statement, if it's true? What if it's true?

Then I will overturn the case for him, and the Wizengamot has not yet been tried - as long as the evidence is gathered in favor - I have read the "Regulations for the Administration of Wizarding Court Decisions", which has a precedent to follow, and so far it is only a major suspicion, and he has not been convicted.

However, Ning An obviously didn't hear Hermione's plead in his heart, he just calmly replied with two words

"Yes."

Hermione's face turned pale as she shook twice, as if she had lost her strength in an instant.

"And there's more than one person—" Ning An continued, "Why do you think we were able to dress up like Martin and Allen, and where are the two of them now?" ”

"Don't talk about it——!" Harry felt Hermione's violent shaking on the side, and suddenly shouted at Ning'an

However, Ning An had no intention of stopping, he turned his head to look at Harry again, and said mockingly:

"Do you really think I'm going to be at your mercy without my wand? Porter? You're good at disarming spells, but you haven't learned anything else? That's not enough for me. ”

As he spoke, his hand hanging from his waist gently pulled down a thumb-sized glass bottle hanging from his robe, and gently threw it out.

The "pop" vial shattered in the air, and at the same time, Hermione seemed to be unable to take it anymore, she raised her wand angrily, and pointed her eyes at Ning An with red circles

"Faint!"

Red light shot out from the tip of the staff, but it hit a transparent wall that suddenly rose, and at the same time, Ning An threw out another red vial, and stretched out his finger to Hermione and whispered:

"Fainted."

Two red lights came out at the same time, one from the vial, and shot at Harry so fast that before Harry could react to chant the spell, he lay on his back on the ground with a "bang".

The other struck Hermione after casting the spell, and her gaze finally fixed on Ning An, and then slowly released the wand in her hand and fainted to the ground.

"Whew, it's wonderful."

Parney clapped his hands and admired, even though Harry and Hermione were still underage wizards, but they knocked each other unconscious without a wand, at least Parney asked himself if he couldn't do it, Ning An's growth in this year is really unimaginable, it can only be said that the professors' appreciation of his talent back then was not unreasonable, this guy is really terrifying.

Lowering his head to pick up the wand he had dropped on the ground, Parney wiped his wand with the corner of his robe, then turned and looked regretfully at the clearing behind him

"It's just a pity - Laurel ran away."

There was no one behind him except for the two fainted wizards, and Laurel obviously took advantage of the battle between the two just now and quietly fled.

"We'd better get out of here quickly, Laurel must be calling someone from the Ministry of Magic."

Ning An frowned and said, bending down to pick up his wand, but who knew that a loud spell suddenly sounded behind him

"Fainted—" The red light hit Parney? Starr, who hung down weakly, fainted to the ground.

Ning An was also taken aback by the sudden attack, he really didn't expect that there was still someone, he was just about to raise his hand but was stopped

"Don't move! Who are you! ——”

Behind him came the sound of leaping across the trees

"Oh my God, Harry? Porter ——! ”

The man exclaimed, as if he knew Harry.